Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I never will own this wonderful series of books and characters.

A/N: I am well aware of the age gaps between my chosen characters. This is an AU then, where I mucked up with their ages. Oh boy my characterization is off, it's been so long, I need to pick up my books again and read.

Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think, if you like.

When the light faded, Narcissa strode up to Bellatrix and screamed in her face, "Seriously? Seriously?! I can't believe you!"

Bellatrix quickly put her hand up, brows knit together in confusion, "What? What are you mad at me for?" Realization dawned on her a moment later, "I didn't take it from you! I had my own, okay? Look! It's still around your neck."

Hearing this, Narcissa felt around her neck, feeling the cold chain of the time-turner and its pendant, still intact and humming with magic. The horrid feeling that encouraged her to scream at Bellatrix died down, replaced by confusion and a tinge of shame. "What? Mother gave you one as well?"

There was a pause, "Yes," and a moment later, Bellatrix stood up and asked, "Snape? Malfoy? What's the matter?"

"Regulus isn't waking up," Snape whispered, voice small and, if Narcissa listened enough, she could hear a tremor in it. She looked to see her cousin passed out on the floor. "What did you do?" Malfoy asked and Snape hissed, "I didn't do anything!"

"Alright, stop it," The eldest of them all cut in. Having gained their attention, she gestured to their surroundings, "Look around. Where are we?"

It was the common room. Except it wasn't at the same time. The design of the lanterns were different, the engravings looking older somehow. The carpets had silver borders, which Bellatrix recognized and pointed out as runes strung together. The couches were different, grander, newer. And the fire was nearly out.

"How long were we out?" Narcissa asked while a sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach, gnawing at her uncomfortably. "'Out'? The light persisted for just a second... right?"

And that was the question, wasn't it? But they don't remember passing out - and only Regulus was passed out at the moment - and all of them agree it lasted for just one second. One second. It couldn't have been enough time for the fire to die out by the time the surroundings dimmed, and certainly they would have noticed if new chairs and carpets were placed around them even in the bright light.

Unless, somehow reality became distorted and we've been launched in an alternate world. That's ridiculous.

With a horrified look on his face, Malfoy muttered, "What if we travelled through t-"

"No!" "That's dumb, no!" Snape and Narcissa barked at the same time with Snape emphasizing his point by launching the nearest object towards his fellow Slytherin. It was a pillow. It vaguely, horrifyingly reminded Narcissa of a scene the pillow fight scene that took place not too long ago - hahaha - and then turned into absolute chaos.

"Enough! We can talk about this later. Right now," Bella placed one arm under Regulus' leg and another under his shoulders, lifting him up. She frowned "We need to get Regulus to the hospital wing."

"He'll wake up- don't you think we have more pressing matters here?" Malfoy flailed, "Like, where we are? When we are- Severus Snape if you dare chuck that pillow at me I will hex you until you're senseless! Face it, we know what happened."

"It's impossible." Snape argued, green and silver pillow still clutched in one pale hand, ready to be thrown at the blonde boy. "It's magic." Malfoy shot back.

"Can you two stop?" Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, "Or I'll make sure you won't be able to think about what happened!"

Malfoy and Snape promptly shut up and no one disagreed further.

They exited the common room as quietly as possible, Malfoy casting lumos to light up the way. It wasn't an easy feat. For one, they couldn't make it up to one of the upper floors without bickering and Bellatrix resorting to threats once again. To Narcissa, it was rather uncommon, as she always hears Bella make threats every time, at home and at Hogwarts. Perhaps she should get herself treated for that, too. It really says something when her first reaction to threats on her life is to sigh in exasperation and not in fear. Bellatrix is fully capable of carrying through.

Of course, with the amount of noise they were making every five minutes, it wasn't long before they were caught. They were just a few more steps away from the hospital wing when one painting complained of the light coming from Malfoy's wand. Loudly, too, and that attracted the attention of one adult they have never seen before, who Narcissa mentally dubbed as tall, dark, and petrifying. It's a very on point observation, she noted, as their group literally froze in their tracks and stared at the man clothed in black robes, with dark hair and harsh eyes.

- . -

Severus liked to think he knew all students in his hosue. He should. When they are sorted in their first year, he personally checks the physical, emotional, and mental well-being of his students. A job for the matron, of course, but there's really nothing wrong with making sure this student wasn't abused in her home, or this student was blind in one eye, or this one was being starved and other things. He may be strict or the devil's incarnate as some other students say, but at least he was a good head.

So imagine his surprise when he stumbled upon a group of Slytherins walking through the corridors way past curfew. And they were Slytherins whose faces he hasn't seen in his house before. Or, he had, but it was long ago, and magic may have made many things possible but certainly there were laws -against... whatever this was.

Perhaps this is a trick.

"You have either failed momentously with your polyjuice potion or somehow your intention was to mimic the form of my," he paused and scrutinized the black haired boy trailing at the very back of the group. It's a familiar sight, he used to stand at the back, too. As if he wasn't quite a part of it all. But anyway, there was no bitterness in the boy's eyes yet, "thirteen year old self, though I doubt that is in any way benificial to you. If you are trying to get me to deduct points from my house, you may need to try harder."

The Slytherins - Slytherins in disguise? - said nothing. They merely looked at each other, looked at the boy standing far behind, then at the girl who seemed the eldest - and then he noticed another boy in her arms. "What happened?"

"We don't know," one of them - he refused to call him Malfoy. Lucius was in holiday with Narcissa in Russia - answered. "Maybe he hit his head?"

"We were going to the hospital wing to get this sorted out, so if you don't mind-" the eldest girl's shock seemed to have worn off as she tried to bypass him. He cut her off, "Oh, but I do mind. You're coming with me to the headmaster's office."

"Now is not the time-"

"First of all, who do you think you are-"

"Can't we just go-"

"You violated school rules, are impersonating a professor," a younger version, but it still is impersonation, "Among many things. You are coming with me."

- . -

Narcissa had it drilled into her mind that Albus Dumbledore was an old fool. Now she thinks he's an older fool.

The slimy git forcefully dragged them towards the headmaster's office. He disarmed them efficiently the moment Malfoy and Snape reached for their wands. She surrendered after that, going so far as to hand over her and Bellatrix's wand - she grabbed her sister's wand easily enough, Bella couldn't do anything to stop her with her hands occupied. Her sister shot her a Look but said nothing as they resigned themselves to their fate.

While Dumbledore took his time to look them over, she briefly wondered which one of them became a professor. Maybe it's Snape. Maybe that person is Snape?

Soon Dumbledore leaned back in his seat and said, "I imagined this sort of behavior coming from Mr. Potter," he looked at them, and Narcissa found herself entranced when the old professor looked at her, "But really now. Mr. Malfoy, Misses Black, Mr. Snape- I expected more from you. And perhaps Mr. Black was at the wrong place at the wrong time? I can't imagine him being a willing participant in all this."

The man from before - professor, the old fool called him a professor - sputtered but Dumbledore ignored him, so Narcissa ignored him, too.

"Maybe you shouldn't have expected anything then," Bellatrix shot back with one of her all-teeth smiles and Narcissa noticed the tension in her shoulders loosen.

"To be fair, none of us were willing participants," Malfoy argued, "It was an accident."

"Oh?" The headmaster asked, "What happened, then?"

"We were... playing," Malfoy said it with such reluctance, "Throwing pillows at each other in the common room. Bellatrix tripped and she had - a time-turner? Was that what it was?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Bellatrix had one in her pocket and it broke when she fell. One flash of light later and we're here."

Once again, they were scrutinized by the headmaster for a moment before he asked, "So, what do you think happened?"

"We've gone insane." Snape replied. "We travelled through time." Malfoy said in a loud voice. Narcissa couldn't help but laugh, "Oh but what if we just got put in a sleep and we're all dreaming while our bodies strive to keep themself alive?"

No one quite knew what to say to that.

The awkward moment faded a minute later. "Professor, please do not tell me you believe them." said the slimy git.

"Not quite yet, Professor Snape-"

"-wait, what?" "Oh, that's you?!" "No, no, we've gone insane, crazy, bonkers-"

Dumbledore only smiled and reached for something in his pocket, "-I need to verify their words first."

The professor - apparently Professor Snape, oh god and she's been calling him a slimy git the whole time, what happened to Snape that turned him into this? - said in an...astounded? voice, "Veritaserum."

"Uh," Malfoy piped up, "Do you just randomly carry around a vial of truth serum?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Dumbledore chuckled. A jug levitated from somewhere along with a cup and water was poured inside. Dumbledore poured three drops in, "Now, I believe Ms. Narcissa Black is the most fit for questioning."

"You're using truth serum. Really," Narcissa heard Bellatrix say, her sister's voice somewhat muted by the warning bells ringing in Narcissa's head, "Isn't that partial to what the drinker's perception of reality is?" Bellatrix asked to which the headmaster replied, "Yes, that is why I ask your sister."

She doesn't want to. She guards her truths and covers them up with lies. Her mother said that being under the potion's influence is like being bared. "If you do not want to, Ms. Black, we can ask Mr. Malfoy to do so. But I promise we will ask only the necessary truths."

Well, what reason could he have to ask anything else? So, "Alright. I'll do it."

She downed the drink and found that tge potion had no taste. She didn't feel any different either, until the first question was asked and she felt the need to answer accordingly, truths and only truths.

"What is your name?"

"Narcissa Black."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"What year is it?"

"1974." The headmaster smiled as if he got exactly what he wanted.

The list of questions went on. Who were her parents, what year was she in, what house did she belong to, until it all ended with, "What happened?"

And the answer is based on the drinker's perception so what did she think happened? Had they gone insane, like Snape insists? Does she truly believe that this is all a dream brought on by an ill body? Or does she believe Malfoy?

It took her a moment before she finally admitted, "Time. Somehow, we travelled through time."

She could have sworn she saw a twinkle in his eye when he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts, 1993."