"I'm telling you Malfoy, I've already gotten the ritual figured out. There's not enough time to start all over again." I hiss at him as I throw myself down in front of the fire so that I could get warm.
"So your telling me that you're having panic attacks about something that we have no control over and that we have no way of fixing?" Malfoy states and I frown at him, my eyes immediately squinting just that extra little bit in order to give him a fierce glare.
"Yes." I mutter and he chuckles before going quiet again, I hear the scratching of the quill and know that he must be finishing his notes.
"I'm nearly finished. I've compiled a list of everyone in the past fifty years that died before they were adults and circled the ones that we are most alike." He states and hands me the list before coming to sit beside me in front of the fire.
"I'm not seeing anyone that could potentially help us fix the problem." I sigh to him before reading over the list once more, I could barely see anyone that I had heard of let alone someone that could make a impact.
"Anyone that we turn into could help us; we just have to play our cards very carefully." Draco reminds me and I nod imperceptibly.
"Of course, but to be honest it would be amazing if fate had a helping hand in the matter." I whisper to myself and sigh once more before closing my eyes.
"Fate is a fickle bitch sometimes." Malfoy mummers quietly and I nod not really knowing if he had seen the gesture.
"What if we get in the past and something goes horribly wrong and we just have to live our lives out without ever being able to fix anything?" I ask so quietly that I'm surprised that he had even heard me.
"Then we'll live our lives knowing that we at least tried to repair an unfixable problem in the magical world." Malfoy whispers back, "besides, the past has to be better than here." He adds and I whimper as I realize what he's saying.
Everyone that had died in our present, would, could, still have a normal life if we made it to the past and changed enough things in the timeline. If we could just figure out what had to happen, then we could save our loved ones. Yet, what it came down to is whether or not we could change anything in the past at all. I had a strong feeling that I could do it, but I would have to work extremely hard at it. My life would be at risk if I changed to many things, but without my life being at risk, then I wouldn't be able to save anyone at all. It was such a horrible place to be in altogether.
"I don't want to go back in time knowing that I might very well forget why we came." I admit to him, I may have hated his guts, but he was the only person that seemed sane in the house.
"So bring something that would remind you from this present to the past with you. That way you can look at that one object and remember why you did it." He offers a good point and I bite my lip as I realize that even that small of a task, choosing one object to remember my entire life by, would be so hard to do.
"Nothing's good enough to remember my parents and everyone else that I lost." I whisper and I feel him lying down beside me, shoulder to shoulder, and for some reason it wasn't awkward at all.
"What about a charm bracelet then? You could attach a charm for every little memory that you wanted to remember specifically." He proposes the idea reluctantly, as if it would be immediately shot down.
"I like it, but it would take so much time." I mummer to him and he shrugs so that I feel it against my own shoulder.
"I could help, if you tell me the object than I could conjure a charm. It shouldn't take longer than half hour." He whispers and I open my eyes quietly before turning my head to stare at him.
"Why would you want to help me so bad?" I ask him softly and he turns to stare into my eyes before answering.
"It's because I have no one left. You're the only thing in this reality that helps me keep sane." He admits gently and I bite my lip quietly.
"It's the same for me. When Ginny disappeared I was pretty much left alone. No one wants to be around the girl who reminds them of the two fallen heroes." I sigh and turn over so that I'm on my stomach.
"I do." His words seem to strike deep down into my heart and I whimper as I realize what he's saying.
I choose not to reply, mainly from the fact that I had no idea what to say, let alone how to say it. A moment later his fingers begin to trace my back slowly and I shiver from the lightness of his touch. I sigh quietly and let his fingers roam my back for a small moment before speaking up.
"Malfoy?" I whisper quietly and barely bother to wait until he replies, "I want to experience something before we perform the rituals." I admit to him and the motions of his fingers stops for a second before continuing.
"What do you mean?" his voice had gotten lower for some reason and I find myself having a hard time finding the words.
"I don't want to leave my body as a virgin." I whisper to him and feel him tense up beside me, his fingers lifted from my back for a second and I whimper as I begin to wonder if I had made the correct choice in telling him.
