DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns everyone and everything but Lydia. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________ Voldemort sighed. "Why can't things ever go my way? Lydia, get up, you still have to kill Potter." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Lydia didn't move or even look up at him. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "Why aren't you doing what I say? You should be jumping at the chance to be evil!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "It's a good thing...for Harry at least, that you don't know your daughter," Hermione cut in. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Voldemort whirled on her, "What are you talking about?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "The curse you put her under, the one that can only be broken by true love? Yeah, well that was Draco. She's no longer evil." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Voldemort cursed and looked at his daughter, who had quieted down, but was still holding Draco in her arms. Suddenly she turned to him. "You made me do this," she accused. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ He smiled an evil smile. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I believe you were the one holding the wand, and it was you who said the words." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She lunged at him, but Harry grabbed her and pulled her back. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Voldemort laughed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're supposed to respect your parents?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ It was Harry who responded. "And didn't anyone ever tell you that you're not supposed to turn your children into brainwashed killing machines?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ He looked thoughtful, "No, actually, no one's ever mentioned that." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Lucius chose that moment to walk into the room. "Have you killed the Potter boy ye..what's my son doing on the floor?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "He's dead, Lucius, I'm sorry, it couldn't be helped." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "What do you mean it couldn't be helped? He was my son! I only had one to begin with!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "Lower your voice please, it's giving me a headache. Besides, you're somewhat young, there's still time for you to have more." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "I will not lower my voice! My child is dead!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "I can only deal with one thing at a time right now," he turned to one of the men who had entered with Lucius," take them to the nearest room with a lock," he impatiently waved his hand at Lydia, Harry, and Hermione. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________ "Where are we?" Harry asked curiously as he gazed around the small room. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "It looks like some storage place for...old magical objects! Hey, maybe we can use something in here to get us out!" Hermione cried excitedly and began to search through the shelves that lined the wall. "Come on Harry, help me!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Harry glanced at Lydia quickly, who was sitting in the corner with her head down. He wished he could find a way to comfort her, but there was just no time, and he had to help Hermione look for a way out. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Lydia wished she was numb. It would be so easy, not feeling any pain, any sorrow, not having to care at all. She felt like she was drowning. Not in her tears, because she couldn't cry anymore, it was just physically impossible. All the horrible memories of what she had done were now flooding back into her mind, and it was all she could do to keep herself from going insane. She slowly looked around at her surroundings, her eyes resting on something on the floor in front of her. Suddenly she realized it wasn't something on the floor, it was something stuck in the floor. A handle to be precise. She looked up at Harry and Hermione, who weren't paying attention to her, then reached down and pulled on it. With a slight creak, it opened to reveal a small box. She carefully lifted it out and dusted it off with her hands. She opened the top and peered inside. At first, she thought it was just a piece of jewlery, but when she held it up to the light, she realized that it was... ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "A time turner!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to her. "Oh my, it's very old! It probably doesn't even work anymore." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ An idea flashed into Lydia's mind then. It gave her a brief glimpse of hope, and in that instant, she made a decision. Harry, being the good friend that he was, already knew what she was planning on doing before she put the time turner around her neck. "Lydia, don't! You can't change the past, it could be dangerous!" But he was too late, she had already gone. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________ She opened her eyes as she felt her feet hit solid ground. She was in the same room, only it was empty, and the door wasn't locked, but standing open. She looked at her watch. "Harry and I would be just entering the house right now." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She peered out the door to a window down the hall. Soon enough, it opened, and two figures covered in shadow slipped through. They were immediately surrounded. "Right, now Draco is going to come from that room and try to save me." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Draco ran toward them. He was stunned, along with Lydia, and they were all taken to the dungeons. She was just about to leave the room, when somebody turned into the hall. "I'm going to have to be more careful." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She peered out again and noticed that the window was still opened. She stuck her hand out the door and muttered "Accio Cloak!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Harry's invisibility cloak came sailing into her hands. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________ "Lydia?" Draco asked in surprise as she threw off the cloak and approached him. "But I thought they locked you up?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "They did, I'm still in that cell." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "Then how are you out here too?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She held up the time turner, "I'm from the future. I came because..." her eyes began to tear up as she looked at him, "...because there's something we have to change. Alohamora," she said quickly, stepping inside the cell with him and closing the door again. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "What? Is something bad going to happen?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She looked down. "You're going to die...or you did, but that's what we have to change. We have to plan this out perfectly." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "How much time do we have?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "2 hours before Harry and I come to rescue you, and another hour after that before I kill you." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ He looked at her incredulously "You're going to kill me?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "It was a curse...my father made me evil...really evil. He tried to make me kill Harry, but you jumped in the way and told me you loved me, and you died instead. The curse was broken, and he locked me, Harry, and Hermione in a room, and that's where I found the time turner." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Draco looked shocked for a moment but quickly regained his composure, "What do you need me to do?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "First of all, you can't change anything until the last moment, when we're in the library. I'm going to curse Harry with Avada Kedavra, and right before it hits him, you jump in the way, and make sure you tell me you love me. I'll be wearing the invisibility cloak, and I'll push you out of the way, but you have to pretend you're dead. You're also not supposed to know I'm evil, so no matter what, don't let anything slip," Lydia went on to describe in detail all the events leading up to that moment. "And don't change anything," she stressed again. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "So we made out in the closet?" He asked with a sly grin. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "Yes...but pay attention, this is serious!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "I like your dress, it's very...evil seductress of you." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ Lydia looked up at the ceiling, "It's funny you should mention that...there was something I forgot to tell you. I err...ummm...well...I steal your belt. And err...lick Harry. I'm really sorry." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "I really wasn't expecting the Harry part but... I can forgive you. Under one condition." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "What might that be?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ "You lick me too," and with that,he advanced on her, pushing her up against the wall. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ His lips tentatively grazed hers, as he slowly ran his hands down her sides. Her fingers made their way up to the back of his head, playing with his hair before pulling him into a more amorous kiss. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ He pulled back reluctantly,and she noticed a mischevious glint in his eye,"How much time did you say we had?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ She giggled nervously, "Two hours." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________ He kissed her again as he lay her on the hard stone floor. It felt cool and smooth under her bare skin._______________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________END OF CHAPTER!!! See, there is hope for Draco! 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