Be Careful What You Wish For
Ginny Weasley sat in the Gryffindor common room poking at the fire as a sorry attempt to relight it. She heard the gentle clinking sound of the iron poker hitting something made of metal and glass. She reached in and picked it up, unaware of how dangerous this would turn out to be. The metallic color of its top and bottom glinted from the faint light coming from the fireplace. The fire had somehow picked up magnificently and was providing a great amount of warmth that spread throughout the room. Glancing back, she spun it around in her hands. It revolved between her fingers several times before she realized what it was. Why, it was a time turner. A time turner; she could use this to help change her life for the better. Of course, Ginny didn't know the strict laws governing the use of time traveling items such as this one. She didn't understand what could happen if she chose to be seen. She didn't know, but that didn't stop her from using it. "Oy, Weasley, guess what I just heard!" shouted Lavender across the room. "Hey, what's that you've got there?" She ran over to see it, but it was much too late. Ginny had already set the time turner, and was currently several days into the past.
Draco sat in Professor Snape's office considering his options. He could number one, lie, but hadn't he done enough of that already? He could tell the truth and risk spending a couple months in Azkaban, or he could refuse to say anything at all and watch as Potter and Weasley took the blame. He thought about it more carefully and realized that he was past tormenting those two. He knew that he should never have messed with time. In fact, if he had succeeded in what he was planning to do, it may have resulted in an even greater uprise of Lord Voldemort. Despite his father's reputation, he definitely didn't want Voldemort to return. He glanced towards the closed door where just outside Professor Snape stood biding his time while he came up with the perfect punishment. Draco made the most angry face imaginable as he thought of the recent events that had gotten him in trouble. If it hadn't been for Hermione he never would have made that potion. "Why does Hermione have to make me so... confused?" he thought angrily. "But no, it wasn't Hermione's fault at all." He couldn't make up his mind, until his thoughts led to the real causes of the problem. "Potty and Weasel," he said aloud. Just then Professor Snape walked in. "Mr. Malfoy, I must implore that you keep your thoughts inside your head where they belong." He took some papers into his hand and began straightening them out. Severus Snape always liked looking busy. He paused a moment more and looked up into the pale gray eyes of what was his favorite pupil. "Mr. Malfoy, what you managed to do with that potion was completely amazing, even to me. Yet there are dire consequences that must take place. Had you succeeded in that spell so many lives could have been damaged. But I'll let you talk. Exactly why did you commit these horrible crimes?" Draco stared back at his professor not really sure of what to do. "Professor...sir, I simply wanted to prevent Potter... um, Harry and Ron from becoming friends with Hermione in the first place. I figured I'd go back in time and make sure his parents never got attacked at all. Then they'd be alive, he'd be happy, he wouldn't meet Hermione and Ron since they wouldn't recognize him. All sorts of good stuff would happen." "And all sorts of bad stuff would happen as well," said Snape. "You know without the Boy who lived all of us would probably be dead right where we stand. Think about this one example, the example of Mr. Weasley. This could have harmed him as well." Snape looked at the boy to see if he was understood. All he saw was Draco's confused expression. "If Harry and Ron didn't become friends Ron would have died in his second year trying to save his sister from the Chamber of Secrets." Draco dropped his gaze to the floor once more, and realized how selfish he had been. "I just wanted it to be me and Hermione, with no one else to bother us." Snape stared him right in the eye and replied, "Well Mr. Malfoy, be careful what you wish for."
Ginny Weasley sat in the Gryffindor common room poking at the fire as a sorry attempt to relight it. She heard the gentle clinking sound of the iron poker hitting something made of metal and glass. She reached in and picked it up, unaware of how dangerous this would turn out to be. The metallic color of its top and bottom glinted from the faint light coming from the fireplace. The fire had somehow picked up magnificently and was providing a great amount of warmth that spread throughout the room. Glancing back, she spun it around in her hands. It revolved between her fingers several times before she realized what it was. Why, it was a time turner. A time turner; she could use this to help change her life for the better. Of course, Ginny didn't know the strict laws governing the use of time traveling items such as this one. She didn't understand what could happen if she chose to be seen. She didn't know, but that didn't stop her from using it. "Oy, Weasley, guess what I just heard!" shouted Lavender across the room. "Hey, what's that you've got there?" She ran over to see it, but it was much too late. Ginny had already set the time turner, and was currently several days into the past.
Draco sat in Professor Snape's office considering his options. He could number one, lie, but hadn't he done enough of that already? He could tell the truth and risk spending a couple months in Azkaban, or he could refuse to say anything at all and watch as Potter and Weasley took the blame. He thought about it more carefully and realized that he was past tormenting those two. He knew that he should never have messed with time. In fact, if he had succeeded in what he was planning to do, it may have resulted in an even greater uprise of Lord Voldemort. Despite his father's reputation, he definitely didn't want Voldemort to return. He glanced towards the closed door where just outside Professor Snape stood biding his time while he came up with the perfect punishment. Draco made the most angry face imaginable as he thought of the recent events that had gotten him in trouble. If it hadn't been for Hermione he never would have made that potion. "Why does Hermione have to make me so... confused?" he thought angrily. "But no, it wasn't Hermione's fault at all." He couldn't make up his mind, until his thoughts led to the real causes of the problem. "Potty and Weasel," he said aloud. Just then Professor Snape walked in. "Mr. Malfoy, I must implore that you keep your thoughts inside your head where they belong." He took some papers into his hand and began straightening them out. Severus Snape always liked looking busy. He paused a moment more and looked up into the pale gray eyes of what was his favorite pupil. "Mr. Malfoy, what you managed to do with that potion was completely amazing, even to me. Yet there are dire consequences that must take place. Had you succeeded in that spell so many lives could have been damaged. But I'll let you talk. Exactly why did you commit these horrible crimes?" Draco stared back at his professor not really sure of what to do. "Professor...sir, I simply wanted to prevent Potter... um, Harry and Ron from becoming friends with Hermione in the first place. I figured I'd go back in time and make sure his parents never got attacked at all. Then they'd be alive, he'd be happy, he wouldn't meet Hermione and Ron since they wouldn't recognize him. All sorts of good stuff would happen." "And all sorts of bad stuff would happen as well," said Snape. "You know without the Boy who lived all of us would probably be dead right where we stand. Think about this one example, the example of Mr. Weasley. This could have harmed him as well." Snape looked at the boy to see if he was understood. All he saw was Draco's confused expression. "If Harry and Ron didn't become friends Ron would have died in his second year trying to save his sister from the Chamber of Secrets." Draco dropped his gaze to the floor once more, and realized how selfish he had been. "I just wanted it to be me and Hermione, with no one else to bother us." Snape stared him right in the eye and replied, "Well Mr. Malfoy, be careful what you wish for."