Nothing belongs to me.
LXX: Time
"If you could turn back time, what would you change?" She sounded so weak and fragile, so tired.
He cradled her in his arms, his voice failing him as he watched her slip away, "Everything."
Around him, his desk returned, along with its unorganized state: there were scraps of parchment, with ancient runes and symbols, notes and observations scribbled messily upon them; dusty books, open to unhelpful pages; and quills, broken and needing to thrown out.
Draco opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them.
If you could turn back time...
He straightened up, swiveling around. He saw nothing but the small, dingy bed in the small, dingy bedroom of his small, dingy apartment.
He sighed, scratching one side of his unshaven face.
It had been many, many years since he had last heard that voice.
But with any luck today, he'd hear it again, soon.
Time was a curious thing.
"What would you change?" Draco asked himself, though he already knew the answer.
He pulled his notes closer to the lamplight, reviewing them one last time. In his left hand, he fingers closed around his wand, something else familiar to him, even after all these years.
The air in the room began to change as the aged man whispered long forgotten incantations.
Today, he would succeed. Everything would change.
Everything.