Narcissa shook her head and caressed Draco's cheek, a tear rolling down her own. Draco jerked away from his mothers hand, looking disgusted.

'What do you mean you're doing this for my own good? Are you even thinking about me in this situation? This is all to benefit you and ONLY you.' He sneered.

Narcissa smiled, 'Draco, you don't understand. This is the only way we can live a happy life, free of obstacles. Me, you and your father. He can finally leave that awful prison they put him in.'

The last two words hit the Slytherin like a slap in the face. His eyes widened, 'I knew you were lying to McGonogall when you said you want nothing to do with Father. You seriously can not get over yourselves, can you? When will you understand that we are not superior because of our heritage?' Draco spat. He looked deep into his mother's eyes as if to plead with her. He knew she was capable of thinking differently, after all she had lied to Voldemort about Potter's death so why was she so focused on sacrificing her own son now?

The screams from his friends were becoming louder as the vines around their mouths and necks became tighter, weaving its way around their limbs and slowly constricted. He tried to block them out so he could figure a way out of this but they only echoed and consumed his mind. He was shaking as panic took over his body.

Rockwood stepped forward, 'ENOUGH!' He announced to his fellow death eaters, 'Prepare everything for the ritual. Bring forth the knife!'

A man stepped forward out of the crowd and the blonde identified him as Walden Macnair. The man knelt in front of Rockwood and presented a large knife with a dark wooden handle. Draco's breath caught in his throat as he watched the exchange, fear clouding his eyes and the pounding in his head getting more and more unbearable. He looked round to his friends and back again, desperately searching for a solution. He looked round as his eyes locked with Hermione's brown pools, her eyes widened in pure fear and confusion but she seemed to be signalling towards something. Draco looked in the direction that she was looking to and he spotted one of the Gryffindor's wands rolling towards him.

She mastered wandless magic? He thought but quickly shook his head, pushing the thought out of his head. As much as he admired her talent, now was not the time.

As he watched Rockwood clean the knife with a golden rag, he slowly leant to his left, painfully trying to reach out his hand between the vines that were slowly cutting off the circulation to his body. What almost felt like an eternity, he was centimetres away from their freedom when Alecto Carrow leapt from the back of the group.

'A wand! He's reaching for a wand!' He yelled to the forest of death eaters and pointed towards Draco, but it was too late. Draco had managed to grab the wand and quickly perform a counter curse on the vines that covered his body. He jumped forward, adjusting his weight on to the side of his body that wasn't in pain and pointed the wand at Rockwood.

'Enough is enough, Rockwood. It's over!' The blonde yelled, his hand shaking in both fear and adrenaline. His breath was quick and shallow and his head was pounding so loudly he could barely hear anything over it. He maintained eye contact with Rockwood until he thought his eyes would pop out of his skull. He didn't want to blink in case he missed anything.

Rockwood could only smile, a grin so wide it was like his skin was stretching. He looked insane to say the least and he had a laugh that made the hair on the back of Draco's neck stand up to attention. The head death eater cocked his head and the wand Draco had put his last bit of hope in flew out of his hands and into Rockwood's.

'Oh Draco, I thought your father taught you better than that.' He tutted and smiled, shaking his head. He handed the wand to Macnair who snapped it and laughed, never failing to maintain eye contact with the Slytherin student.

The blonde winced as the snap sound echoed through the forest. He didn't know who's wand it was but he felt awful for them, it was one thing for him to use it but to see it get destroyed right in front of their eyes must be killing them.

'My dear boy,' His mother started, a sorrowful look on her face, 'You can finish this, all of this. If you agree to just join us again, we can find another way. We can find another pureblood owner, it doesn't have to be you.' She reached out her hands to cup her only son's face again but he batted them away, looking down at her as if she was nothing.

Draco snorted, 'I'd rather die than join you again. Have you not learnt anything? You lost, Voldemort lost. Being a pureblood means absolutely nothing, we are not superior and they are not inferior, we are all the same. I saw the blood, I saw everyone's blood. I told you I went back to Hogwarts to see that very thing, our blood is exactly the fucking same!' He spat, still shaking and still terrified.

Rockwood stepped forward and an excruciating pain graced his whole body. He fell to his knees as his body contorted and shrivelled up, his muscles aching and his blood almost sizzling inside himself. He loud screams being met by the laughter coming from the group of death eaters. He could hear his friends screaming from behind the vines but it sounded like they were so far away. His body spasmed as waves of pain overtook him again and again. He knew what this was, he had watched his father use this so many times growing up but he didn't know it would be this painful, this traumatic. The cruciatus curse was disgustingly painful.

Rockwood continued to laugh maniacally as he repeatedly pointed his wand at the young Slytherin. In some sick way, he got off on this. The power, the control of people he thought deserved it. He could do anything and have no remorse. Narcissa looked on with worried eyes, but yet again continued to do nothing as her only son thrashed around in pain.

Hermione managed to get a hand free and ripped a vine from across her mouth, 'Stop! You're killing him!' She screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

With a wave of a wand, the vine had slithered it's way round her face again but tighter this time. She struggled to breath.

'Silence, Mudblood. If we wanted you to talk, we would've let you.' Manair sneered, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. He held a wand to her throat and leant towards her to whisper in her ear, 'We could keep you, you know. We could kill your friends and just keep you around to entertain us. What would the chosen one and your poor blood traitor boyfriend say then? What would the wizarding world say? That their unfortunate Gryffindor princess was now the Dark Lord's and his followers pet. Sounds exciting if you ask me.' Hermione could feel the death eaters smile spread across his face as his lip touched the top of her ear. She retched as the death eater threw her forward again, laughing as he slinked back to Rockwood.

The head death eater had finally given Draco a minute to recover, smiling as he watched him roll around on the floor. Draco coughed and swallowed air, doing everything he could to not pass out. He flipped around onto his front and supported himself with one arm, clutching his stomach with his other. His arms shook under his weight, letting his body fall to the floor again in a painful thud. He was sick of hearing the death eater's laughs and cheers now, he wished it would just all go quiet.

'It is time, my fellow Dark Lord followers. Watch as the last pureblood owner of the Elder Wand crawls across the floor and we finally bring our Lord back from the grave!' Rockwood announced to the crowd and he was answered in cheers and rejoice.

Many of the death eaters poked and prodded the golden trio in attempts to tease them. Harry just sat there in silence, covered and suffocated by the enchanted vines that encased his body. If anything, he was shaking with anger. All of his efforts across the years, all of the war they had been through, about to be for nothing. But most of all he was angry at himself, angry that he had believed Malfoy was still on Voldemort's side and now, because of this, he was about to watch him die. Hermione had believed the best in the Slytherin and even discovered his plan early on to help them but how could he have been so stupid? Malfoy only wanted to help but he couldn't get past what happened during the war, and now he was paying the price for it. He watched as they tortured the blonde, his body spasming and his eyes rolling back in his head and as Rockwood released him, Harry looked away, ashamed at how they had got here.

The blonde lay on the floor, defeated and exhausted. Maybe this was it, maybe if he just gave up, Potter would have a trick up his sleeve. He was too tired to think, too tired to breathe. A hand gripped his hair and pulled his body up, exposing his neck in preparation for the ritual. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain that was to come. But it never did. He noticed it had gone quiet with only gasps and footsteps being audible, but the hand was still gripping his hair tightly. He peeled open one eye to see his mother pointing a wand at Macnair who was the one holding onto him so tightly.

'Narcissa, what are you doing?' Macnair asked, a waver in his voice. Draco could feel him shaking against his hair but still didn't release him.

'You all promised me. You promised me he wouldn't die.' She said quietly.

'Narcissa, you knew the risks. You knew we needed all his blood, what did you expect?'

'Anything but this, isn't there a way to remove his blood and replenish it? We've got magic for fuck sake!'

Draco's eyes widened at his mother's swearing. He could tell she was terrified as her hand was shaking and she didn't tear her eyes away from Macnair. His eyes focused on his mother who was so desperate to save him, he almost felt sorry for her and this feeling established itself at the pit of his stomach as Rockwood leapt forward and held the knife that was meant for him, to his mother's throat.

'Leave her alone!' Draco yelled with what felt like every atom in his body. He broke free from Macnair's iron grip on his blonde hair and pulled himself to his feet, knocking him out with a swift punch in the process.

Rockwood's grip tightened on Narcissa and a bead of red formed on her throat, 'I wouldn't do that if I was you, Draco. You wouldn't want to watch your mother suffer the same fate as you now, would you?'

Draco stood in place and shook his head softly, watching his mother tremble in the hands of a man he grew up around.

'Now that's a good boy.' Rockwood released his mother who ran towards her son, collapsing in his arms. The death eater cleaned off his knife with a clean rag and beckoned Draco over. He kissed his mother on the head and released her, looking into her eyes as he slowly and hesitantly walked towards him.

'I just want you to know, Rockwood, this isn't the end. I have faith that some people will ruin you and everything you've created. Even if I'm gone I will be partying in my grave that you and Voldemort are dead and I'm sure everyone good who you've captured today will agree with me.' The blonde said, looking right into his eyes.

Rockwood smiled, 'Any last words? I'm sure all the Dark Lord's followers would love to hear you make another pointless speech.'

Draco looked around at the crowd of death eaters that had formed, all paused on baited breath. Each one he had seen at the manor while he was growing up and nearly each one he looked up to, what a mistake that was. He looked towards his friends and school mates, tied up in vines, their eyes wide and fearful as they were about to watch him die.

He shook his head. He couldn't believe that this was it. After all they had fought through to just have normal lives and this was the way they were all going to die. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as Rockwood walked towards him with the knife in his hand. He looked round to his group of friends and people he wished he was friends with, vines still wrapped around their throats, fear in their eyes. He made eye contact with Hermione one last time, wishing he'd apologised to her sooner, wishing he could've said anything to her sooner. She was so much braver than him and yet here they both were, about to die by the hands of the same people. He sighed, feeling like he was about to give up when a light refracted off her chest and hit his eyes. He blinked and looked again, narrowing his eyes until he recognised the shape. It was golden and round. He thought back to his third year and how Granger would pop up in their lessons, seemingly out of nowhere and how he had discussed it with his friends.

'I'm so behind with work, how does that mudblood do it?' Draco sneered to Blaise and Pansy in their common room.

'I saw her come out of Professor McGonogall's office a few days ago with an old-ish necklace, golden and round. I looked it up and all I found was a time turner. But it couldn't be that, right? It's like cheating?' Pansy complained.

'A time turner?' Draco thought, 'That's impossible.'

He shivered, remembering how he would use that word to refer to her but another thought stuck out at him instead. 'McGonogall gave Hermione a time turner in their third year' Draco thought, his brain snapping back into action.

Time seemed to return to normal speed as he sprinted towards the group that were still tangled in vines. Before any of the death eaters could react, he had ripped the time turner off from the Gryffindor's neck and held it in his hands. Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently as she attempted to escape the foliage that was suffocating her. He took one last look at his friends, the Gryffindor's and Luna, making sure they knew he would come back for them. He turned back towards Rockwood with a smile, staring at the necklace in his hands. He studied it for a second, confirming that it was in fact the time turner he had been jealous about all those years ago. If he could just go back to the beginning of the day, he could avoid this all happening.

'I told you I wouldn't let you win, Rockwood.' The blonde said with a smile, spinning the necklace in his hands.

Draco heard a voice call his name from behind him as he spun round to meet Hermione's eyes. She'd managed to get the vines away from her mouth and was now trying to undo her friends frantically.

Rockwood roared as the blonde looked at her one more time with sorrow and tears clouding his grey, stormy eyes.

'AVADA KEDAVRA'

'I'm so sorry..'

They said at the same time as a flash blinded the wizards and witches and Draco disappeared, smoke taking his place as the bright light absorbed the killing curse.

'Wait, what - ' Hermione said out loud as she, along with rest of the golden trio, Luna, Neville and Ginny started to shake and quickly disappeared with him.

The Slytherin's looked at each other in confusion and looked back at the death eaters who were as stunned as they were. The vine's loosened around the remaining Slytherin's as the extra bodies had vanished. Narcissa's face was a picture of horror and confusion to see her only son disappearing into thin air. A few seconds flew past as the forest still remained silent and frozen in shock.

'He's left us behind, hasn't he? The prick.' Blaise spat, hurrying to free himself from the greenery.

'That fucking basta-' Pansy started but didn't finish as they, too, disappeared in a bright and blinding flash.

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Draco suddenly felt like he was drowning. Falling through the darkness with nothing to grab on to, he desperately held out his arms, trying to find something that would stop him from free falling but was met with emptiness. He desperately tried to breath, but all that came was choking noises. Clutching at his chest, he spluttered and coughed as imaginary water filled his lungs and engulfed the rest of his body. His hands wrapped around his own neck to almost claw out his throat in order to let some oxygen in. He started to shake back and forward violently as if to wake himself up from the nightmare he had trapped himself in. Was this it? Was him finding the time turner all a lie, a fallacy, a moment of hope before his death? He was becoming weak, his head becoming painful as wherever he was deprived his brain of oxygen and his body of energy. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence and called out from within the dark.

'Draco?'

Air immediately surged into his lungs in one go and he took a huge breath, coughing in the process. His body seemed to land on something soft and he was quietly thankful that he could touch something. He arms stretched out, gripping onto what seemed like fabric while his brain pounded inside his head, filling with oxygen again. His eyes snapped open and he gasped, feeling like a fish that had finally returned to water. He coughed again, his mouth and throat dry and itchy from wherever he was before. He held his neck, checking it was undamaged, and massaged it. He'd rather have taken the cruciatus curse than live through whatever that was again. He sat up slowly, supporting himself on his elbows and his quick breath started to slow down. Bright lights streamed in from somewhere and it blinded him, he was obviously somewhere but after being in the dark for so long, his eyes still hadn't got used to the drastic change.

'Am I dead?' He whispered to no one in particular.

'No, you fucking spoon.' A familiar voice echoed and flooded inside his head.

'Blaise? Is that you?' Draco asked, looking around the room as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. As he rubbed his eyes and his vision slowly came into focus he realised there were three small figures stood in front of him, all with their arms crossed. He sat up to see that Pansy, Blaise and Theo were staring at him. He frowned, blinked and looked again to confirm that this was really his friends staring down at him. He looked down to see himself on a bed, wearing his Hogwarts robes and even his shoes. He swung himself round and let his legs dangle off the bed and he clutched his pounding head. He closed his eyes once more and breathed out, composing himself.

'What day is it?' The blonde asked, doubled over and massaging his temples.

'Fuck do I know?' Theo asked, slightly panicky.

Draco looked back up at them, meeting their eyes as they were still staring at him. He studied their faces, narrowing his eyes to look at every detail. Somehow their skin was brighter, their faces fuller, their cheeks redder. He was confused for a second, hadn't he only gone back to the beginning of the day?

'Why do you look so young?' He whispered to himself.

The Slytherins were silent for a moment. Pansy, Blaise and Theo looked at each other for a second and then back at Draco, trying to find something to say to him.

'You should see yourself!' Pansy said quietly, frowning.

The blonde looked confused, trying to understand what she was implying. He got up from the bed, ignoring his pounding head and staggered over to the nearest mirror.

'WHAT THE FUCK?' He shouted, seeing himself for the first time. He gripped the mirror with both hands and stared at himself. He caressed his face as if he could rip off the top layer and he'd be back to normal.

'Draco, wha- ' Pansy started but was interrupted by Goyle running into the room. The four Slytherins stopped dead in their tracks and blinked at the boy as if they had seen a ghost. Goyle was supposed to be dead so why were they staring at him right now?

Goyle smiled, 'Come on guys, they're about to announce the names that are coming out of the Goblet!'

They stood there for a second in silence, eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. They were still staring at the fifth Slytherin who now looked very confused.

Theo was the first one to speak, 'Goblet? What Goblet?', his words stuttered out.

Goyle laughed, 'You hit your head or something? Just the Goblet everyone has been talking about since the beginning of term!'

Their continuous silence made Goyle stop laughing and look a little concerned, 'Guys? The Goblet of Fire? Come on!' He beckoned them to follow him as he ran out of the room.

The four Slytherins looked at each other in a mixture of horror and confusion. They then looked around and finally realised where they were; it was their old Slytherin dorm room in the dungeons, green and silver everywhere. The same dorm room they had lived in up until they retook their seventh year. But there was no room for them there, that's what McGonogall has said, that's why they had to move into the dorm with the Gryffindor's and Luna. They desperately tried to find any inconsistencies with the room as if it was just a facade, but when they came up with nothing, panic started to set in. Draco stumbled back towards a wall and slid down to sit, not quite believing where they were. He held his head in his hands, shaking in confusion and fear.

'Draco, what the fuck did you do?' Blaise said, full blown panicking now. He started to pace as Pansy started to bite her nails and Theo sat down to hug his legs and rock back and forth. Draco looked up and stared at his friends, never in his whole life knowing them had he ever seen them react like this before. Rarely did Pansy bite her nails, only when she was deep in thought, but this was different, this was fear of the unknown.

His eyes widened, 'What do you mean what did I do? Wait, so do you guys-'

'Remember?' Pansy looked at him angrily, 'Yeah, we remember you nicking the time turner from Granger's neck and leaving us to die with the fucking death eaters!'

Draco paused, 'Wait, so when I spun the time turner it took you three too?'

The three Slytherin's nodded their heads quickly, staring at the blonde as if to search him for the answers they craved.

Draco sighed, frowning and clenching his hands into fists. 'I only wanted to go back to the beginning of the day so I could change everything! How did I know it would boot us back into our fucking pre-pubescent fourth year bodies!' Draco ran a hand through his hair in panic. 'How the fuck am I going to relive this again? How the fuck is anyone going to relive this again? Oh my god, my father is roaming around free of Azkaban!'

'Maybe we're going insane, maybe this is all a dream seconds before we die to Rockwood's hand?' Theo laughed, almost crazily. He had a wild look in his eyes as he rocked himself back and forth for comfort.

'Yeah, and we're all having this same dream at the exact same fucking time. Get a hold of yourself, Theo.' Blaise said, but he was just as panicky as his friend was.

Draco shook his head as if he was trying to wake up. He sighed when it didn't work and tried to concentrate on getting a deeper understanding of the situation he had put him and his friends in, 'So what exactly happened after I disappeared, how did you three get here?' Draco rubbed his eyebrows, he felt another headache coming on.

Pansy paused for a moment and stared into space in concentration. She coughed as she recalled the past that she guessed was now their future 'So after you ripped the time turner off Granger's neck and fucked off and left us for dead,' she raised an eyebrow, 'It was a couple of minutes before us three disappeared in a ball of light or some weird shit like that. Your disappearance seemed to absorb the killing curse that Rockwood shot at you for some reason and then I don't know. It was dark and I was falling. It was so strange, I felt like I was drowning…'

'Me too. I tried to grab something, anything, but it was just an abyss.' Blaise said quietly and Theo nodded in agreement.

'Yeah, that's what happened to me too, like there was just water filling my lungs up whenever I tried to breathe. That's when Blaise said my name and it dragged me back to reality.' Draco said quietly, listening intently to his friend.

'I'm glad it was my voice that woke you up, must care about me so much.' Blaise jokes and smiled at his friend. For a moment, Draco felt like everything was normal.

Theo finally piped up, snapping everyone out of their panicky trances, 'But you should've seen all the death eaters faces after you just disappeared, it's like they had no idea what had just happened. After the Gryffindors and Luna disappeared-'

'Wait, Potter and the rest disappeared too? That means they're here?' Draco asked excitedly, standing up too quickly and making his head spin.

'Yeah they went before us, we thought you'd just left us to die there. How do you know they got sent back to the same time?' Blaise asked, standing up with him and motioning their two friends to do the same. They rose to their feet and looked at Draco.

'You guy's got sent back to the same time as me, so they must have too. We need to find out, now.' The blonde said as he started to leave the dorm. He turned back to look at his friends, suddenly scared.

'What?' Pansy asked, worryingly.

'I just realised that if they did get sent back to the same time as us, Potter has to go through the whole Triwizard Tournament again and that means-'

'Voldemort's back and Cedric dies.' Blaise nodded, sharing the same worry as all his friends now had.

Draco nodded slowly and then turned to leave, his friends following closely behind. As weird as it was being back in his fourth year body, this was his chance to do something right. If him and his friends knew what would be happening, could they stop it earlier this time? All these questions him and his friends were asking each other and themselves, he had no answer to. But he knew that somehow an intelligent Gryffindor would know what to do, or at least know where to find the solutions.