"He will kill you when he finds out!"
I could hear my voice shaking, and I still hated the weakness in my voice.
"Aurora, listen to me carefully." My mother's cold hands gently touch my wet cheeks, and she leans her forehead against mine. "You will go back twenty-seven years, where there was not all this turmoil." My sobs grow stronger, and I literally cling to the forearm of the only surviving person I care about. "You will have to warn everyone about what is coming in the future."
"No,what about you? I'm not leaving you here!" I know I can't stop the panic that's building up.
"If the same person from different times happens to be around, it can lead to disastrous consequences, and we can't make this situation worse than before."
...
"No!" A long cry of horror rushes through the room, flies out into the hall and makes the healers and students who do not understand anything look at each other in fear.
The girl holds her hand over her mouth and sobs until someone runs to her with a glass of water.
"Hush, hush, dear. Calm down. It's all good. You're safe." The wrinkled woman strokes the blonde's back as she greedily drinks the offered water from a glass.
Now the tears were running silently down her reddened cheeks, and there was no air left in her lungs from the convulsions caused by her sobs.
"Do you hear me? You're at Hogwarts. You're not in any danger here." The woman speaks in a soft, calm voice, taking the empty glass from her shaking hands.
At that moment, out of the corner of her eye, the blonde noticed wary people staring at her in confusion, perhaps startled by her hysterical screams.
The girl nods, gradually calming down. He wipes his tears on his sleeve and can be seen gathering himself up internally.
Trying to find her inner balance, she looked fearfully at the world around her, where she was not waiting for the usual loneliness and the opportunity to put her thoughts in order.
The room where she found herself reminded her of Hogwarts. But here it was darker and older. So she really went back in time?
The girl exhaled with a shudder, closing her eyelids languidly and pressing her fingertips to her temples. Before her tightly closed eyelids, from under which hot tears ran in rivulets, her inflamed mind painted the faces of her father and mother…
Exactly. A bloody war is coming.
Thousands of innocent lives will be lost if she doesn't stop whining like an idiot and pull herself together.
But how? How the hell can a sixteen-year-old leave the war? Send her back to the past naively thinking that she can do something when she has no idea what to do in such situations?
You were stupid, Mom!
Trust her when she's so lost? Trusting the fate of the entire world to just a stupid child? Madness!
You're very stupid, damn it!
A vague memory flashed through his mind.
If the late father was here, what would he say?
"You're Aurora Draco Granger-Malfoy. Nothing is impossible for you."
Why do these words seem so delusional to her, but so pleasant?
Merlin, how she wishes it was just an awfully long nightmare.
After a few moments, her thoughts became confused, forcing her to lie helplessly on the cot, then her eyes closed of their own accord, and she drifted away into the darkness.
...
"It's the only way out, damn it, Aurora! Wake up already, you idiot! This is war! How many times do I have to say this before it finally gets to you?!" The platinum-haired boy, who is my twin brother, was waving his arms in annoyance, thus slowly infuriating me.
"I advise you to choose your words carefully, Scorpius! Yes, even for a minute, but I'm older than you anyway. I don't think our father would approve of your behavior if he were here." I shove his hands away roughly, hissing to keep from reaching for my wand like a real fury.
"There's no longer your father here, fiercely defending his poor Slytherin princess, he's dead." Every word he said was like poison in my blood, like acid in my heart. "I'll say it again, so that it gets to your stupid brain! He's..." The sound of a gunshot slap rang out in the twilight silence.
A stinging blow, smearing gold across his cheekbone and making his skin turn red. We stare at each other for a long moment, breathing hard.
I turn away from him and walk quickly, completely aimlessly, wherever my eyes go. Notice the frozen Rose, looking sadly at me, then my brother, who without a word draws her to him, burrowing his nose with red hair, apparently seeking it support that without a doubt will get.
...
The pain didn't last long, just a few moments, no more, and then a sudden chill spread through her body, taking the pain out of her mind and the consciousness out of her body, but the girl forced herself to get up.
Someone was going through her head when she was out, which didn't bode well.
"Oh, that can't be true! That can't be true. Tell me this is a joke." A familiar voice moaned plaintively.
"M-mom?" The blonde stared in shock at the curly-haired brunette with her mouth open.
"Merlin! I'm desperately short of fresh air!" Hermione sighed, literally flying out of the room.
"However, life likes to play a cruel joke with those who believe that they have managed to achieve a lot. Just imagine Malfoy's reaction." Someone chuckled contentedly.
"Not a word to Mr. Malfoy about what happened. We need to fully understand this."
"Headmistress McGonagall, this is mean of us, he has a right to know." Blaise pretended to gasp. Then he added softly, bursting out laughing: "After all, it was his daughter who came from the future, not yours."
"No one needs to know anything until we get this problem sorted out!" she said firmly, shaking her head.
The healer gently pressed down on the girl's cheeks, causing her to open her mouth slightly to pour out the liquid she knew.
"Thank you," the blonde said gratefully, listening to the hot wave of bliss rushing to her stomach.
"How are you feeling, my girl?" an unfamiliar, melodious voice sounded behind her, and she turned to look at the girl grimly.
"Something is aching all over my body, and my head is throbbing, growing pain, like a worm sharpening my brain…"
"You won't believe it, but the female version of Draco is everything I've dreamed of all my life."
"For Merlin's sake, Zabini, can you shut up?" Harry clicked his tongue irritably, keeping his eyes on Aurora.
"Let her rest. She's physically exhausted. This is very harmful for the body. Please come out." McGonagall breathed wearily, shooing everyone out of the room. "She needs to be given time, and then we'll come back to this issue."
"Get some rest, dear."
The mind gradually fades, a wave of relaxation spreads through the body like a golden heat, the world disappears, a strange state of weightlessness comes ... memories of weightlessness, of a certain boundary to which this strange man so sweetly and mysteriously approaches.
The girl would never allow strangers to rummage through her head, but now the circumstances were not as sweet as she would like, so she allowed herself to fall into the abyss.