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Voldemort sighed. "Why can't things ever go my way? Lydia, get up, you
still have to kill Potter."
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Lydia didn't move or even look up at him.
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"Why aren't you doing what I say? You should be jumping at the chance
to be evil!"
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"It's a good thing...for Harry at least, that you don't know your
daughter," Hermione cut in.
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Voldemort whirled on her, "What are you talking about?"
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"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."
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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.
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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."
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She lunged at him, but Harry grabbed her and pulled her back.
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Voldemort laughed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're supposed
to respect your parents?"
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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?"
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He looked thoughtful, "No, actually, no one's ever mentioned that."
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Lucius chose that moment to walk into the room. "Have you killed the
Potter boy ye..what's my son doing on the floor?"
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"He's dead, Lucius, I'm sorry, it couldn't be helped."
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"What do you mean it couldn't be helped? He was my son! I only had
one to begin with!"
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"Lower your voice please, it's giving me a headache. Besides, you're
somewhat young, there's still time for you to have more."
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"I will not lower my voice! My child is dead!"
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"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.
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"Where are we?" Harry asked curiously as he gazed around the small
room.
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"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!"
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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.
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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...
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"A time turner!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to her. "Oh my,
it's very old! It probably doesn't even work anymore."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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She peered out again and noticed that the window was still opened.
She stuck her hand out the door and muttered "Accio Cloak!"
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Harry's invisibility cloak came sailing into her hands.
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"Lydia?" Draco asked in surprise as she threw off the cloak and
approached him. "But I thought they locked you up?"
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"They did, I'm still in that cell."
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"Then how are you out here too?"
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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.
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"What? Is something bad going to happen?"
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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."
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"How much time do we have?"
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"2 hours before Harry and I come to rescue you, and another hour
after that before I kill you."
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He looked at her incredulously "You're going to kill me?"
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"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."
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Draco looked shocked for a moment but quickly regained his composure,
"What do you need me to do?"
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"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.
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"So we made out in the closet?" He asked with a sly grin.
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"Yes...but pay attention, this is serious!"
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"I like your dress, it's very...evil seductress of you."
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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."
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"I really wasn't expecting the Harry part but... I can forgive you.
Under one condition."
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"What might that be?"
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"You lick me too," and with that,he advanced on her, pushing her up
against the wall.
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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.
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He pulled back reluctantly,and she noticed a mischevious glint in his
eye,"How much time did you say we had?"
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She giggled nervously, "Two hours."
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He kissed her again as he lay her on the hard stone floor. It felt
cool and smooth under her bare
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