CHAPTER HAS BEEN COMPLETELY RE REWRITTEN!
She was late again, she was power walking through the halls of Hogwarts as quickly as she could, she passed a few students that she knew and they smiled at her. Knowing. Everyone knew her struggle with time keeping, she was late to everything. Approaching the door she gently knocked, an excuse ready on her tongue.
"Ah Verity" said McGonagall's voice from behind her. "There you are, I was just on my way to find you. I see you aren't in potions yet."
"Er" she began. "No im afraid I was running late."
"No matter, you are needed in my office, if you please." She said gesturing the way.
They walked through the halls in silence. Why did McGonagall need to speak with her? What had she done now, it was probably because she was late to Herbology last week and to Defence Against the Dark Arts the week before. They were finally going to confront her time management problem. Verity was nervous, being called into the head teachers' office was hardly ever a good thing, and she had this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
When they arrived, McGonagall motioned for her to sit down and she did so, plucking ungracefully at her Ravenclaw robes. "I suppose you are wondering why you are here?"
"I am" Verity replied, her nerves growing more as she noted the sudden seriousness in McGonagall's expression.
"You're not in trouble." At those words, Verity instantly perked up, but the expression on McGonagall's face did not lessen. "There has been a recent prophecy." Verity stared blankly at her teacher, not understanding the point being made to her. "About you."
"About me?" Verity almost squeaked.
"Yes, I won't beat around the bush as they say, it says of a mission that you are required on."
"A mission that I am required on." She repeated, again staring rather blankly at the women in front of her. McGonagall did not speak, she merely walked over to her desk and waved her wand and a small orb came floating out. It landed in Verity's hand and began to glow.
Perils have come and gone, but a new power comes into play. The fates have allowed one girl to stop an old evil. She may fail and she may die but the chance of success overwrites the chances of her death. Voldemort, born as Tom Marvolo Riddle was once in his sixth year of education at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Take the time turner and rewrite the past. Only Verity Clarke can turn back the pages of time and change history. Her chance of success overwrites the chances of her death.
Verity stared in shock at the orb in front of her. McGonagall did not speak for a very long time. "You see, that was said very recently. I admit, the ministry and I have no idea what it means. We don't understand why it has come about now."
Verity was breathing heavily, she turned the orb over and over in her hands, shaking her head. "I don't understand. I really don't understand. Is this some kind of joke because its not funny."
"This is something very serious." Said a voice from the shadows. Three more peopled stepped into the light, she hadn't even realized that they were there. She recognized them instantly. The Golden Trio, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley.
"I assume you know who these people are." McGonagall said, nodding towards the figures. Verity nodded slowly. "Now you can say no. We cannot force you into anything, but … well as you can see, this is a very urgent matter."
"I don't understand." She repeated again. "Why me? What does it mean, am – am I meant to kill him?"
"We are unsure" said Hermione Granger. "It would seem as that would be the only way we can think of."
"Why can't you send someone else?" she questioned in a frenzied panic.
"The prophecy said Verity Clarke, and the orb glowed in your hands, therefore it is you."
"I can't—" she was about to protest how she could never kill someone but a thought stopped her. How could she not kill Voldemort? If she had the chance she could do it. She would save countless live but—. "Wouldn't that change history so drastically? I mean all those events, changing time is strictly forbidden."
"We are making an exception in this." Said Hermione. "If this can be stopped, then you understand we must try."
"It says I could die." She exclaimed, her eyes moving over the four figures in the room.
"Her chance of success overwrites the chance of her death." Ron spoke up suddenly. "I understand we cannot send a sixteen year old girl to her death, but please Verity, think of the lives saved."
She knew, she just knew that she couldn't turn this down. If word got out, imagine how everyone would hate her. Oh her? Yes that's the girl that had the chance to save millions of lives but she decided not to. She thought she was going to throw up, the room was slightly spinning, but she closed her eyes and tried to fight of the nausea. When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, all gazes were still locked on her.
"I suppose I have too." She whispered quietly.
Days. It had only been a few days but everything had been arranged. Someone had been sent into the past to inform some important people of this. Well the gist of everything anyway. No one in the past could know of her true reason for being in 1943. She was no longer Verity Clarke, she was Ada Jenkins, a sixth year Slytherin prefect. She had been home-schooled until the previous year when her parents were killed by Grindelwald's advancing forces. Her father had been close friends with Dumbledore in his youth, so she been allowed this opportunity.
She was rushed around the castle, hardly being allowed to say goodbye to her friends and family. Her mother of course protested and her dad looked her in the eyes and nodded a stern agreement. He had lost many things in the wizarding war, he seemed to think that this was a magnificent thing. Unlike her mother, he didn't even think of a possibility of her failure.
Roughly two weeks later she was ready. They handed her a time turner and she held it delicately in her hands, it was rather beautiful with a long golden chain. She had never seen one in real life before. She took a deep breath, tears forming in her eyes and she turned it for the final time.
Time appeared to rush past her, she was being hurtles so quickly and he eyes were watering, there was no sense of direction, and just when she thought she could handle it no longer the room began to stand still. She was in the same place, only different people were standing before her.
"Ah you must be … Ada."
She opened her mouth to speak but what seemed like a younger version of Dumbledore lifted his hand to silence her. He looked so different to his portrait, she noted. "We cannot know anything, my dear. We have been given small details but that is all we can know. In fear of changing the past more than necessary."
"Now" said a man she recognized as the old headmaster. "I assume you are a little nervous. I'm sure Hogwarts can't be that different."
"Oh dear child." Dumbledore said patting her arm gently. "You don't look well at all."
She was swaying on her feet, she moved to grab hold of a table but she missed and blacked out, falling unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud thud.
This chapter has been rewritten. I know it has been years, and I know I have other stories that I should be paying attention too but for some reason I kept thinking about this story so I had to do something about it.
I know "Way Too Crazy" hasn't been updated in well over a year but I have just lost inspiration, I will finish it, I must finish it. It had such a great reception but I just …. A levels got in the way and applying for uni got in the way and now I can barely remember what the whole thing was about.
BUT HERE IS A GOOD OLD YOUNG TOM RIDDLE/OC FIC THAT IS PROBABLY VERY SHIT BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO (;