If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time

A single tear rolled down my cheek, followed by a flood. I never should have let him go, I should've gone with him, he should've stayed here! Dumbledore believed he was innocent! Nobody would have dare attacked him under Albus' nose. But he left, he wanted to play hero, just like Harry would've done. But Harry couldn't, he would've been the one trying to protect Draco, that was his job, unfortunately, it was his job that led to his death. Voldemort had gotten to him, when Harry was protecting another one of his followers from him, and that was the end. The letter I was holding fell to the floor, the ink smudged by tears. It was from Narcissa, at least it said it was. It read:
Hermione, I know how much my son meant to you, and it is my painful duty to inform you, that he was killed, killed by Voldemort, for his transgressions against him. We can only hoped he was not tortured as well. Love my dearest,
sincerely Narcissa
"No. No..." I whispered. "Please no... I can't believe this is happening." He was gone, gone, never for me to see him again, never mine to touch or hold, never mine to kiss again. My hands covered my face as tears spilled down it, my mascara bled all down my face, turning my skin black, but I didn't care. Not at all. I tune came to mind, and softly I whispered what would be my last words to him on the wind.

How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song someday
And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more
Ever since you closed the door

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
Funny,funny how time goes by
And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye
Why oh why oh why should one have to go on suffering
When every day I plead please come back to me

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine

And you had enough love for the both of us
But I, I did you wrong I admit I did
But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine

(dream)
A violent burst of flame, blue this time, engulfing a figure that was no longer a silhouette. It was a man, with blonde hair, and steel gray eyes, a figure that looked strangely familiar. The pale face was blank, and the body limp, as if it where being held up by some magic force. The only part of him that wasn't hanging motionless in the air was his hand, holding a wand, which was pointing at a figure, indefinable, also holding a wand, a wand that appeared to be causing whatever was happening to the young man, although, he himself was in the same predicament, except it was a green flame engulfing him.

My eyes flew open and the words "Draco." Flew from my mouth. "Must just be a dream, " I consoled myself "must be aftershocks from what happened yesterday." I said, shaking my head. "Aftershocks." "But still, I haven't had one of those dreams since... since..." I suddenly felt faint, the last time I'd had that dream was several months ago, almost a year, right before Draco left, and died.

*5 weeks later*

(dream)
A violent burst of flame, engulfing a figure I now knew to be Draco, wand held erect. A different colored flame engulfing another figure, a figure who reeked of evil and hate, it's wand held erect too. Pointed at each other, both of them motionless, held limp by each others wands. The room became visible, only barely, it was stone, like a dungeon, lit dimly by a few torches, and suddenly brightened where the light of the flame started. In the background was a clearly visible sign, two signs entwined actually, the dark mark was the base, with the Slytherin snake wrapping around the skull.
(different scene)
A large woodland, acres and acres of trees, tiny streams flowing through them. Suddenly a large gray castle came into view, purely stone, with a giant Slytherin emblem on the roof, and the dark mark engraved on each side. I was just about to dive into the castle after crossing the moat...

Sweating, hair damp and sticking to my skin. "Must still be guilt," I muttered to myself, "I never should of let him go, I should have kept him with me, or gone with him. If only... If only I could turn back the hands of time."

Disclaimer: Plot belongs to me, characters belong to J.K. Rowling, song If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time belongs to R.Kelly.
Dedicated again, to my wonderful beta's!

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