He was stupid enough to do this to my mum? Again? After everything they'd been through. I decided I hated him and Pansy, and my friends watched the scene in horror beside me.

"C'mon, Scorp, let's go." They pulled on my arm, as they whispered the words in my ear, but I was frozen.

Suddenly, I broke free of my trance and ran away, the others following my lead.

"I have to get out of here." I panicked, and raced into the school. "If only I could reverse time." Then I had an idea, due to what we'd spoken about earlier. I ditched my friends and raced up to the Headmaster's Office. I pulled my wand out of my pocket and shouted with urgency, "Accio Time-Turner!" A time-turner zoomed out from the top of a high, hidden shelf and landed in my grasp.

All the time-turners had been destroyed in the Department of Mysteries the night Sirius Black was murdered, except one. One, because it was never sent back to the Ministry. The same one Hermione Granger, now Weasley, had used all year when she was my age.

Best part, it was modified- so instead of only going back in time by hours, you could go back to your present time, no matter how far back in time you went. Also, instead of just going back by hours, you could go back by weeks, months, even years. I was going to fix this whole Pansy problem. She'd never interfere in my family's life again. There's no way I'd be in the middle of a divorce; an object being fought over for custody. No way in hell.

So I spun the work around a few times- maybe 20 times or so, and the world changed drastically.

It was still the same room, but Mr. Potter was 17, and sticking his head in the Pensieve.I knew f he saw me, everything in the future could be changed.

I should've realized it was 20 years, not hours I'd used. After a minute of taking it all in, I joined Potter in the Pensieve as well and was careful to stay out of his sight.

"I refer to the plan Lord Voldemort is revolving around me. His plans to have the poor Malfoy boy murder me." Albus Dumbledore spoke to Severus Snape. Boy, Albus would've been honored to be in their presence; he looked up to his namesakes so much.

Snape seemed to be a negative man, from the scowl he wore. "The Dark Lord doesn't expect Draco to succeed. This is simply punishment for Lucius' recent failures. Slow torture for Draco's parents, while they watch him fail and pay the price."

I knew this must've been the beginning of Dad's 6th year, as a. Dumbledore was still alive, and b. Dad had recently become a Death Eater.

"Basically, the boy has a death sentence on him as I do." Dumbledore spoke, and I gulped. Imagine my mother in my place, watching this…that wouldn't be pretty.

Now I understood why Dad hid everything he could from everyone- especially her. What kind of conversation was, "Hey darling, I'm going to die unless I commit murder on one of the greatest wizard's of all time, and considering he's stronger and wiser and more powerful, I have a slim chance of surviving."

There was no question from how the men were talking that Dad would indeed fail; they spoke of whens, and not ifs.

Mr. Potter muttered something, and I listened closely to catch it. "Carrows said how the Malfoy's were going…I never imagined it was this bad."

What? I didn't get it, but I knew I eventually would.

I left the memory before Harry and raced downstairs. Harry, Hermione, and Ron- minutes later, were running down the stairs, and they were rushing to find Ginny. (I'd given up at this point at referring to them as Mr. or Mrs., as they wouldn't be so for a few more years. Like my mother was Denise Diggory, not Denise Malfoy, or Mrs. Draco Malfoy. That hadn't happened yet.)

So, in the entrance hall, I popped up and shouted, trying to help them (you try being in a battle and not do something to help.) It was foolish, but I did it. "Ginny's outside! RUN!" they sprinted ahead, barely glancing at me, not bothering to question why I looked so much like Draco. I turned to follow them, when I heard my father from the top of the staircase begging for his life, saying he was their side…and then it dawned on me. There was no Harry to save him this time.

My eyes widened and time slowed.

"Avada-"

"PLEASE!" cried the younger version of my father frantically. "My parents…my girl…I can't." He couldn't leave them. God, Mom…she can't survive without Dad.

"What girl?" hissed the Death Eater.

"Denise Diggory." Draco breathed, astonished to have a few more moments of life, and also ashamed for giving her name to him. It was so weird to heard Diggory instead of Malfoy, but I shrugged it off.

The older man thought about it for a moment, and then said, "You're still a traitor. However, I'll tell her you died screaming her name. For help that would never come….you died…for love." He mocked. "You died for her…would telling her make you happy?"

Dad glowered at him, but was too powerless to answer. What had I done? I felt my pocket, but my wand wasn't there. A surge of panic raced through me, then I realized I'd dropped in the Headmaster's office.

"No. She'd be hurt even more! She can't have that kind of grief and responsibility…please." Dad pleaded, his eyes open wide- he knew what was about to happen, and it was inevitable.

"Avada Kedavra!" the Death Eater flicked his wand at Dad. I turned away, but the green light still flashed. I looked back again, and the Death Eater had gone, but Dad lay, eagle-spread across the cold marble floor, his eyes open in fear, mouth open in protest. He was dead.

And it was all my fault. Now I'd never exist…how much time did I have left until I disappeared? But I wasn't worrying about that; I wasn't worrying about me in the slightest. But I was scared about what my mother's reaction would be when she learned of her love's death. And however bad I'd imagined it would be, it was much, much worse.

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