I tugged the brush through my thick matted hair, twisting my neck in awkward angles for what seemed like hours. Eventually I just gave up and pulled the uncooperative rug of hair into a messy ponytail which included 4 elastics that I was not too thrilled to later pull out in knots.

Today was the day. Today I would find out what the purpose of that room was. I craned my neck to check the time of the clock which sat beside my bed. 11:44 am beamed in a red laser like glow. I had just enough time so I could still go down for the midday meal.

I sprung to the door and soundlessly shut it then calmly walked back over to my bed. I got down on the icy cold floor and reached my arm in the gap between bed and ground retrieving a little velvet purple pouch.

I pushed myself off the floor and onto the springy made bed. I poked my finger inside the tiny bag pulling out a gold chain with an extremely useful charm that much resembled an hourglass. I had used my time turner almost every day in 3rd year but hadn't laid a finger on it this. Thank goodness I had thought of bringing it just in case.

I sat there for a couple minutes playing with the charm rubbing my shirt on it erasing the smudges. I took a deep breath and flipped the hourglass once. No going back now. I flipped it a second, then a third, fourth and then once more. 5 hours should do it. I looked over to the clock on my night stand which now magically read 8:56 am. Everyone should be at in class by now.

I heard a clanking behind me and turned to see someone through the bathroom door creaking open. I felt butterflies start to flutter inside my stomach and my features stretched vertically with both fear and surprise.

I slid off my bed hitting the floor with a loud bang and glided over the smooth surface till I was directly under my bed.

"Hello?" Lavender squealed like the stupid girl in a horror movie.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself still breathing heavily. A few minutes later I was amused to hear her run out of the room screaming like the little girl she was.

As soon as I saw her feet disappear through the door I got out from under the bed and headed out myself. As I left the common room and slipped out of the portrait I found myself the only living being in sight.

I walked a couple flights of stairs and then found the familiar portrait we had climbed into just a couple weeks ago. I sprung up to the set that seemed to lean against the hoarded wall and swung the portrait open.

Just when I was getting up onto the railing I felt a shudder and the stairs quaked to life. They had rumbled away from the wall about 10 feet before I even had a chance to jump. How else was I supposed to get to the portrait?

New plan, I thought to myself. I looked around as if there would be an answer as simple as a ladder but only to find I was in the absolute very center of the room. There was only one thing I could think of and it was completely mad.

I ran to the bottom of the staircase which met the wall. I grabbed my wand from my jean pocket and touched it to the tip to the palm of my right hand which felt extremely backwards.

"Lenusict." I whispered clearly and I watched as my palm started to melt into a sticky goop of wax like substance. I did the same to my left hand and stuck my wand back in my pocket.

I took a deep breath and quickly scrambled back onto the railing and climbing onto the outer edge of the stairs. On 3, I thought to myself gripping the railing tightly. 1, 2, 3!

I released my hands from the railing and smacked them on the bare wall. I felt the butterflies come back as I lifted my trembling feet to the bottom of a snoozing portrait. Gradually I shifted down the wall, my gooey hands sticking to the brick like super glue. After the long terrifying climb I reached the hole in the wall and stepped in swinging the door close with relief.

I walked into the familiar room my heart racing just like the last time. The room was still as wonderfully bright and beautiful as the first time the only thing difference was this time I was alone.

I leaned on the pearl colored marble railing and looked down into the sand. Where would I start? Maybe if I got down there I could find out more significant details. All I really knew was the name and that it had something to do with Draco. That wasn't much of a start.

Yes, I agreed with myself, going down there would be a good start. I stood on the railing and sprung into the air catching the thick wooden vine that curved into the swinging pendulum. I wrapped my arms and legs around the vine and crawled to the center. Next I slapped my still sticky hands to the pendulum and leaped onto it.

As I climbed down I passed something peculiar. I stopped in my tracks. Engraved in the pendulum was some sort of riddle or message. It read;

Place your hand upon the name

Of which you wish to find

Then step upon the light and see

Many fates but one true destiny

Out of all the sites you face

One is real the others fake

You will not know which one is true

The decision will be up to you

Although you should keep in mind

Who can change this fate of game

One per name can change the fait

If they change the person's life

But if not their destiny

Will continue on and will not wait

Be careful though you should beware

You could lose your mind of state

What the bloody hell? It barely made any sense. I read it over a couple more time but all I got out of it was that I needed to put my hand on Draco's name to see what might happen to him? The confusing part for me is that it says there are somehow "false fates"? How does that work? I guess I would soon find out.

I sprawled down and hit the sand with a thud, sending a puff of dust surrounding my ankles.

"Lentum." I whispered poking my hands and they quickly shaped back into palms.

I slowly walked towards his name, watching my footsteps light up then vanish behind me as if the sand hadn't been disturbed.

I looked back in front of me and I was standing right beside his name. I felt the butterflies migrate back into my stomach, fluttering their wings against the walls of my inside, leaving an unpleasant ticklish feeling.

I knelt down and readied my trembling hand wondering what might come next. I jolted my hand down, rubbing out any trace that his name had been there, for who knows how long.

Nearly milliseconds after light seeped through my hand, escaping in any direction it could find. I felt a sudden quake and the ground disappeared from where my hand had been, causing me to almost fall in a deep well of blinding light that seemed to go on forever.

What did the riddle say? Place your hand upon the name of which you wish to find, then step upon the light and see many fates but 1 true destiny. Okay so I have to jump into this hole? Draco you better frickin' worship me after this! I readied myself even though there was no possible way I could jump into a hole wrong.

1, 2, 3! I leaped into the small hole, feeling the light absorb my body. The sensation was indescribable, as if I was almost evaporating into the brightness. It seemed to last forever, just floating. Then all of a sudden I felt a weird tingling in my left hand.

I raised it and watched as my fingers, then hand followed by my arm turned to sand and dissolved into the light. I felt the tingling slowly reach up my legs and up until eventually I witnessed my whole body of sand float away into nothingness.

And then thud, I hit something hard. I was in the prefect's bathroom, in the middle of the room, facing the mirrors. I couldn't really move since I had no body, so I was just there. It was somewhat like watching TV, the feeling where you can't blink or move because you're just so focused.

I waited patiently and then heard a door slam behind me. He walked passed me and over to one of the sinks. He looked so much older, more mature yet still the same person I knew. He ran his fingered through his messy bleach hair and grasped the sink intensely. What was wrong?

The next scene was oppressive. His face crunched up into someone else's someone I hadn't seen before, turning red, and then, Draco burst into tears. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse I heard another slam of the door. Draco looked up into the mirror and I saw a glimpse of what looked like another familiar face.

Harry ran up beside me, "I know what you did Malfoy," Harry sneered in an eerie way I had never seen before; "You hexed her didn't you!" What was going on? Who was Harry talking about? But before I had any more time to think Draco threw a silent hex at Harry who threw himself at the wall dodging it then threw one back.

Draco dashed to the stalls, Harry running after him. My view moved following them. Just when I turned Draco threw another hex at Harry, which was a little too close this time. Draco ran further into the bathroom which had already started to seem like a twisted maze of mirrors and sprinkling water.

The view followed behind Harry, running after Draco. This went on, each shot closer and closer until they found their way back to where they started off. I wanted to scream but no words could escape the lips that weren't there.

Harry aimed, "Sectum-"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry stood paralysed then fell over splashing water as he hit the glassy floor.

Draco looked even more mortified than I. He raised his hands, rubbing his head and then pulled his hair. Just then Moaning Myrtle came floating out of one of the cubicles.

"What did you do Draco?" She gasped, "You didn't need to kill him!"

"I know Myrtle shut up!" He cried, swiping at the air. She let out a huff of annoyance and splashed back into her toilet.

The door slammed again, "Draco!" It was Snape. He saw Harry lying still on the floor and to my surprise his face filled with devastation. "Draco did you kill him!"

"I didn't mean…You don't under…It's not what it seems!"

And with that the scene instantly erupted into sand and it formed the scene merely seconds before Harry had rushed in. Draco stood there again crying at the sink. He looked up at his reflection taking broken up breaths. The door slammed, but instead of witnessing Harry burst in another extremely familiar voice spoke.

"Draco, you idiot!" She sent hex after hex, Draco blocking them one after the other, "I hate you!" To my astonishment these words came from my lips.

I sent more jinxes no time between each. Then Draco sent one back nearly hitting me in the shoulder. I paused staring where the curse hit then glared back at him.

I raised my wand and cried, "Sectumsempra!" The next thing I saw was an invisible claw slash at Draco's body, blood spilling everywhere as he hit the floor and I ran out. Sand surrounded me and I pondered my mind at what would come next?

The sand formed an unfamiliar long room this time like a dining room that had been cleared of everything. I viewed from one end, facing the whole room. Lastly the sand formed multiple people standing in the room.

Draco stood beside his mother and father, a beaten Harry sitting awkwardly next to a gruesome looking lady holding him by the hair.

"Draco!" She hissed at him and he walked towards Harry, "We have to make sure…" She snickered, the rest too quiet to hear. He kneeled down looking at Harry for quite a while until he stood right up lightly shaking his head.

As soon as he did so the scary woman turned on her heel, arms crossed, looking straight through me. She pulled back astonished at something, "Where'd you get that?"

"We found it in her bag." Said one of the grubby men. She snatched her wand from her dress and threw hex after hex around the room at random, hitting several wizards, including the one who had spoken.

"Put the boy's in the cellar!" She cackled and marched straight through me and pulled someone back. That someone was me. Clutching the chest of my jacket she pressed her forehead to mine and tittered, "I'm going to have a little chat with this one…Girl to girl!"

Draco's mother pulled Harry and Ron down a flight of stairs while the insane one brought me to the center of the room and threw me down on the ground leaning over top of me hissing in my ear as I cried.

"WHAT DID YOU TAKE FROM MY VAULT?"

I had no choice but to watch myself lie there shaking my head weakly. The wicked lady pulled a knife from her pocket, got down on all 4s and starting shakily slicing something into my lower arm. The view pulled into the scene.

I screamed over and over vigorously trying to escape her grasp but eventually grew tired. The witch revealed what she had written on my arm, mudblood. She moved on to my face.

She traced my lips gently with the tip of her knife, next made a slit in each cheek. She was interrupted by a goblin. "You wished to speak to me Miss Lestrange?"

"Why yes." She smiled. She got up off the floor held the knife up in the tips of her fingers and threw it at my middle like a dart. With a little shrill and gasp my breathing slowed and all at once stopped. Sand over took the scene.

This scene was very peculiar. It seemed like a night lit Hogwarts, but instead of the beautiful castle, in its place stood a torn up brick building. The sand formed living beings everywhere! Trolls, wizards, werewolves, centaurs! Everyone seemed to be dueling another and if not lying down dead.

I watched everyone fight as the view zoomed through everyone and into the castle. It made turns here and there as if not knowing where it wanted to go. Finally it reached through the other side of the castle and headed into the viaduct.

The next thing I saw was Ron throwing jinx upon jinx and what looked like no one until Draco came running up. Draco blocked each jinx with little to no effort sadly, making Ron even more furious! Ron became so furious he barely gave a thought to where he was throwing them; he just sent one after the other.

Draco raised his eyebrows at him smirking, "Pitiful." Draco then threw a curse at Ron hitting him right in the shoulder and Ron fell down dead. Sand.

Trees filled the dark cold forest, a wide clearing sat in front of a herd of wizards in witches dressed in black. They all stood, waiting behind a man who gave of a sensation of power and authority. He was beyond pale, grey milky skin covered his skeleton. His face resembled some sort of reptile; he had hard, thin, red eyes with linear pupils, and 2 slits for a nose that flared as he breathed. He also ironically had a snake slithering around his legs as if worshiping him.

"Draco." He spoke calmly as Malfoy made his way through the crowd, "You will do it."

Malfoy bit his lip the way I had seen many times when he was not full of his usual confidence. He walked forward beside the man and rose his head high attempting to mask his under confidence which was still transparent.

As soon as he did Harry made his way through the brush into the edge of the clearing. He marched with real confidence to the center of the clearing a glare in his eyes which stared directly into the man's snake eyes.

Draco raised his wand and mumbled shakily, "Avada Kedavra." Sand.

I didn't want to see any more. I want it all to go away. I want to go back and to never see this room again. But that didn't happen. The sand formed the torn up Hogwarts but this time it was dawn.

No one was fighting. All the students and teachers stood beaten up in front of the school, including Malfoy as the group of dark clothed wizards walked up. Malfoy's parents were in front next to the snake man and…Hagrid?

Hagrid was in chains, dirty tears covered his face as he cradled Harry in his arms like a baby.

"Harry Potter is dead!" The snake man shouted clearly for everyone to hear, "Harry Potter is dead!"

Ginny ran up wand at the ready, screaming in pain, "No! No!" Tears flowed down her face as her brother pulled her back in his arms with me.

"Stupid girl." Snake man insulted, "He's dead! And from this day forward, you will put your faith in me." He did not smile creepily like the terrifying woman but instructed seriously.

He turned back to face his followers, "Harry Potter is dead!" He chanted as they all cackled out in victory, he smiled coolly with them, "And now is the time to declare yourselves. Come forward and join us! Or die…" His face turned directly to where Malfoy stood amongst his friends.

"Draco!" His Mother and Father hissed repeatedly, "Draco, come." He swallowed a lump of fear in his throat and obediently walked forward towards snake man.

"Ah. Well done Draco!" Snake man exclaimed proudly, embracing him in a long hug.

The view changed a little too quickly and I saw Draco's face as the snake man squeezed him. I noticed just for a second a long glistening tear roll down his cheek. This didn't look like a normal tear; it looked almost like a silvery strand of neither liquid nor gas. This wasn't a tear, it was a thought, more than a thought, it was a memory. The view followed as it slowly floated to the ground and lay their innocently. Sand.

I readied myself to see something worse but found the sand rush to me. I felt a relieving tingling sensation as the sand slowly formed into my body. I looked up at a tiny bright star which grew to be a speck, which shaped into a figure and finished as a hole.

The next thing I knew I was sitting next to his name. My hand still placed firmly on it. I lifted it instantly afraid I would have to relive it again. I brought my arms to my stomach and leaned forward bursting into tears. I felt terrified and confused and a hundred other things. But most of all I felt in pain.

It was all too much.

Too much all at once.

But the worst part was.

I had no one to tell.