"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I give you the greatest, the fabulous, the one, and the only Triwizard Tournament." The two brothers knew it had worked when they heard Ludo Bagman's booming voice. They turned to look at each other with an ear to ear smile on their faces. "It worked! It worked!" Albus, the older of the two, yelled above the roaring crowd.

Albus had a plan and was confident that by doing this one small thing, they would succeed, and to do so the boys must dress as students from Durmstrang Institute. Despite wearing the robes of the rival institution, the boys did not resemble the other students at all. They wore fur hats, fur cloaks, and blood-red robes, trying to blend in with the group, but the boys' appearances were still too astounding to ignore.

Albus had a v-shaped jawline and a long, lean face. The chilly breeze that came from the sky and his eagerness caused his cheeks to become slightly flushed red. His round, brilliant-grey eyes had a sense of eagerness in them as he looked around at the crowd. His eyebrows, which were naturally very thick and black, fell perfectly to his forehead just over his eyes. In the middle of his face was a prominent, button-shaped nose, with freckles scattered all over. He could not help but bring his bottom lip in between his teeth to bite on them despite the fact his lips were chapped, pallid, and thin, looking as though another tug would draw blood from them. His head was covered with thick, flattened black hair that glistened in the sun and hung carelessly above his ear. Albus had more than just a mysterious, alluring appearance; everything about him was big, from his enormous shoulders to his size eleven shoe. He was tall for his age and stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb.

Scorpius, his twin, appeared to be the exact opposite. He still had baby fat, which gave the impression that he was younger than he actually was. His face naturally remained a darker shade of red, as though a crisp winter air had just caressed it. His dreaded round reading spectacles were blocking his incredibly luminous, round, emerald green eyes, that held so much knowledge in them. He had light-colored, hardly perceptible blonde eyebrows that were also quite thin that others might assume he had none. The only feature he had in common with his twin was his nose; while they both had button-like noses, his was noticeably smaller. It was covered in a thin row of freckles, but they were all the same pale shade of red as his cheeks. His lips were shiny, full, and a soft pink color. His blonde hair was very different from that of his brothers; it was nappy and piled high with curls, falling just past his ears, and it appeared like a comb had not been through it in a long time. He was lanky and extremely slender; he was not tall, coming to just below his brother's shoulders.

They did not look like the other male Durmstrang Institute students. Many others in the assembly cast curious glances at them as a result, but the brothers decided to disregard them.

"Not only one champion from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but two," They turned their attention back to the blond-haired cherubic man and away from each other, " He has every girl head over heels for him, the grey-eyed gorgeous teen; Cedric Diggory!"

The teen boy waving boldly at the crowd caught the younger twin's attention. "Something doesn't seem right, Albus," Scorpius said as his gut twisted and his smile faded. He spoke slowly, frowning at them for their choice while looking about as if someone were observing them. "Stop being like that, Scorp. Everything is okay. It's just because, technically, we shouldn't be here that it simply feels off."

"Correct, we shouldn't even be here…" Under his breath, Scorpius muttered as he peered around the stadium.

Albus was leading the way in front of him, still grinning, and he proceeded down to the first row of benches, while Scorpius was still on high alert. He sat next to the curly haired, shaken, and frightened girl, who was biting her nails down to nothing. He gave her a second look as her appearance took him by surprise, "R-Rose? When did you get here? Did you follow us?" He spluttered and she gazed at him as if he had grown two heads, "Rose? Who is Rose? And why are you dressed like that?" It took Scorpius a while to grasp that this wasn't Rose, but rather a younger version of her mother, Hermione.

"Oh... vorry Herm-own-nie..." Putting on a dreadful Bulgarian accent Scorpius tried to clean up the mess he had made.

"Are you okay? Wha- What are you doing? Why are you acting like that?"

Before he had a chance to ask her further about her behavior, he was abruptly yanked to a couple of rows behind her and out of her sight. As he was being pulled by the collar of his robes, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Albus gesturing at the field. "They have started." To confirm that they had actually begun, a cannon shot off its sound.

Cedric came out of the tent as the champions awaited their turn to face the dragon they had selected. The mixture of feelings on Cedric's face—fear and confidence—made Scorpius feel horrible about what he had to do and made him strongly question this scheme.

He heard the sound of a clock ticking and turned to gaze at the tiny gadget around Albus's neck. "What's going on?" Albus enquired while examining the timer turner's bright display. The hourglass-shaped timer's contents, that contained sand, was sporadically rising, and the side hinges were rapidly rotating and twisting. "We must move quickly since it appears like it will explode," Scorpius said after carefully examining it.

"Why would it explode? Did we grab the right one?"

"Of course we did." Knowing they wouldn't have made such a simple error, Scorpius confirmed. He waited for his brother to accept his words, and gazed at Albus with a forbidding look.

Nodding, when Cedric attempted to transform the stone into a dog, Albus finally let go of the idea, reached for his wand from his robe pocket, and extended out his hand. With this new found confidence, Albus whispered, " Expelliarmus!"

Cedric gasped loudly as his wand flew into the air and into the dragon's nest, anxiously reaching out to where he had been previously holding his wand. When he noticed the weird happenings taking place, he reached for his wand once more, but stepped back when the dragon roared, and he looked for help from someone inside the tent.

" But no, what is this Dark Magic? It seems as though his wand is flying away- he's being disarmed! Oh, everything is going wrong for the Diggors. " In a tone akin to a megaphone, Ludo Bagman's jovial voice jolted the audience. The crowd began to shout out boos and jeers at Cedric.

"Albus, the time turner, something is wrong- it's glowing..." Scorpius turned his focus away from the depressing display to the time turner wailing hysterically around his brother's neck as the ticking grew louder.

"Like I didn't notice that Scorp!" Growled the irate Albus, slapping and hitting the object in an effort to get it to stop. Just as a flash of light emerged from the time turner, Scorpius took hold of Albus's robes and ducked his head beneath the chain.

His head swung to the side as he felt as though the entire world was whirling around him. His surroundings were becoming a jumble of hues and patterns. He had the impression that time was barreling down on him while he was flying backwards. He could not stand to keep his eyes open as the light emanating from all the shapes grew brighter and brighter. He quickly closed his eyes in an effort to block out the throbbing pain from the lights. Suddenly, the ticking noise came to an abrupt stop, but his ears were not filled with silence.

Instead, screams and pleas in a variety of languages were heard as people cried out for assistance in the midst of the carnage. He fell to the ground with a loud thud and cradled his head while groaning from pain. Immediately after rising to sit, he was pushed back to the ground as onlookers fled in panic.

"Albus," he cried out as he lay on the ground, calling for his brother. He gestured forward, hooking his fingers around the cold metal frame of the glasses that had come off during his fall. The hazy surroundings were visible as soon as he put the glasses back on his face. The scenery was awful and painful to look at. Three, what appeared to be, muggles were floating in the skies without any clothing on, a green mist rolling in the clouds underneath them. He noticed that the mist had assumed the shape of a skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth wrapping around its head when he looked up above them.

"The Dark Mark," As he rose up, Scorpius, who was as mesmerized as he was fearful, exclaimed, "Albus!"

He hurriedly searched for his older brother . When none of the passing faces or the unconscious individuals nearby appeared to be his brother, he turned around. He started to rush after the time turner as he heard it begin to tick, but just then, a small house elf sprung into view and trampled it under its feet. The time turner produced a sizzling sound as the golden illumination vanished into complete blackness. As soon as the elf bowed down, Scorpius gasped and began hurriedly gathering the several pieces. They collided, causing him to fall to the ground once more. As tears began to well up in his eyes, he rubbed his head, anticipating the formation of a bruise.

Just as he noticed the state of the time turner, he looked up at the female elf, who yelled brief apologies before jumping to her feet and sprinting between the shadowy trees. Immediately reaching for his wand from his back pocket, he scowled and asked, "Wait, what the?"

He removed his robes with a swift shake and pulled every pocket the robe contained inside out. His eyes flashed with fear "Where is it? I can't find my wand!" Only the tattered remains of the Malfoy family time turner were visible when he gazed down on the ground, and a family portrait he had taken to carrying. While being shoved and pushed by the crowd, he attempted to put it back together but was unsuccessful and instead slipped it in his back pocket alongside the family photo. As the elf had done, he snatched the robes and took off running. Perhaps she picked it up by mistake. He had thought hopefully.

He moved quickly through the pitch-black trees trying his best to keep up with the sound of the house elves' feet. The woodland split in two, creating two openings, and he came to a sudden stop. After biting his lower lip, he made the decision to run in the direction of the left as soon as he heard "Morsmordre!" to his right. He turned to look up at the sky and saw another emerald skull protruding through the tops of the trees. He stumbled clumsily as he ran since he wasn't paying attention, landing on top of a warm body.

"Harry! Leave him alone! Get off of him!" A familiar feminine voice yelled.

"Dad-?" Scorpius's heart thumped loudly in his chest. He was being raised by his shoulders as someone abruptly interrupted him from speaking any further. When he pointed his feet, he couldn't even feel the ground because of how high he was being lifted. When he finally saw the person holding him, he was instantly aware of who the pair of eyes belonged to. When he saw the blue eyes staring at him he cowered a bit. The one and only Ronald Weasley growled, "Malfoy," filled with rage and hatred, "Back for more? You just can't stop even at a time like this?"

Scorpius examined his face; the stress lines on his brow had vanished, and the light in his eyes was brighter than he had ever seen before. It dawned on him that this was not the year 2019, "Wait-? No!" Shouted Scorpius tugging the boy's hands off his robes.

He was aware that he resembled his father more than any of his siblings, but he was not him. He remembered his fathers telling him stories about their teenage hatred, and how even through that they still came to love each other. But this was still a time when they hated each other. He wasn't sure how they'd react if he told them he was even related to the Malfoys by blood. He just knew it would have been the worst thing he could've told them at that moment. When he was finally free of Ron's unnaturally strong grip, he heard a series of popping noises.

"DUCK!" Yelled Harry, pulling Hermione and Ron down against the ground just as the twenty or so voices yelled, "STUPEFY!" Luckily Scorpius had followed suit, getting missed by the spell by a mere few inches. He was certain that he had felt a few hairs fall to the floor, but he knew it was quite unlikely. Just as overwhelming lights flew through the shadows, he grabbed hold of a few grass strands. Another call was heard through the commotion and darkness, warming his heart, "Stop! Stop! That's my son!"

Scorpius raised his head, snatching a leaf from his bottom lip and scowling in disgust at the taste of dirt on his hands. He noticed Arthur Weasley running towards them, his face filled with the most terrified expression Scorpius had ever seen on a man. "Ron - Harry" His voice was trembling as he spoke, every syllable shaky, "Hermione - and who are you...?" His eyes landed on Scorpius. Scorpius was the odd one out even in the midst of chaos. He moved away from the curious stare, unsure what would happen if he revealed his true identity. This man appeared to be the grandfather he had grown up knowing, but Scorpius knew anything could have changed in this timeline and he could be his worst enemy. Scorpius chewed nervously on his bottom lip and decided that the best thing to do was to remain silent.

"Move out the way Arthur," A cold shrewd voice said as Arthur was shoved to the side. He saw the man clearly and confusion fled to his face. Now, who is he? Scorpius reflected as the man appeared to be familiar. He remembered seeing the face in a couple of his history books, but his story had not piqued his interest enough to keep reading. He studied the man, looking for any information on his identity and determining whether he posed a threat. Scorpius couldn't quite place on how he knew the man was important, so he decided to keep quiet and study him some more.

Harry stood up, prompting Ron and Hermione to do the same. Scorpius didn't want to be the odd man out, so he quickly followed their steps and wiped the dirt off the school robes he wore, to appear more presentable.

"Which of you did it?!" The man was ranting, and Scorpius had to bite back a chuckle as he observed the man's mustache moving up and down, as if it had a mind of its own. Somehow, as the man's mustache moved, he was reminded of a joke Albus once told him, about the man, while on the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?" His eyes darted between the teenagers as he snapped. The enigmatic figure observed the three teenagers, known as the golden trio, standing pompous and the other blonde one trying not to laugh. After realizing that this was not the moment for humor but rather for seriousness, Scorpius stood up straight.

"We didn't do it!" Harry yelled, pointing to the skull, which was still emitting a malachite green glow in the pitch-black, clouded night sky.

"We didn't do anything!" Ron, who was holding his now bruising elbow and glaring angrily at his father, interjected, "What did you attack us for?"

"Do not lie young man!" The man shouted, his outrage now more apparent. His wand was now pointing towards Ron and then at Scorpius, who, in an effort to maintain his composure, focused on the man's nose rather than his mustache. "You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Barty," A witch, wearing pink shoes and a long, black woolen dress that ended just above the ankles, whispered, "They're kids, Barty they'd never been able to-"

"Barty Crouch…" He snapped his fingers and grinned in realization. He said it all under his breath, but he was pleased that he had identified the mysterious man. Scorpius thought, That's who you are . He cherished the moments when he was able to resolve problems and usually rubbed it in Albus' face.

Arthur said, "Where did the Dark Mark come from you four?" while arching an eyebrow in his direction. They needed to be rescued from this predicament, therefore Arthur had to devise a plan. Arthur wanted to learn more about what actually transpired here because he thought Scorpius was acting suspiciously more than the other teenagers.

"Over there," The golden trio said simultaneously, pointing at a place they had heard the voice.

"There was someone behind the trees. . . they had shouted words - an incantation-" Hermione tried to explain but was cut off by Barty.

Barty had disbelief in his eyes as he looked at Hermione, eyes looking as though they'd pop out any moment, "Oh, stood over there, did they? Said an incantation did they? You seem very well informed about how that mark is summoned, missy-" But the others didn't seem to think they had done it. They would have to investigate how teenagers could cast a spell that was so challenging. But these three didn't seem to be the kind of individuals who would desire to exalt the Dark Lord. Merlin forbid, the monster killed Harry's parents, Scorpius's grandparents. Despite the fact that they were unaware of it, Scorpius was certain he had never cast a spell connected to Voldemort. In his actual time, he had already had to struggle with the monster's name haunting his identity.

Arthur continued to look puzzlingly at Scorpius "Perhaps we ought to interrogate him. Even though I know everyone, I've never seen him before." The group turned to look at Scorpius, who moved away.

"Identify yourself, boy!" Barty Crouch pushed his wand between the boy's eyes as he demanded with a raised arm.

Shaking his head, Scorpius turned away from the wand that was directed at him. He wasn't going to reveal his identity to them, but he also wasn't going to stand by and let them wrongly accuse him of everything that has conspired. "It couldn't have been me. I ran into da - Harry just as the words were shouted! If you don't believe me, ask them!" Scorpius turned to the trio and they nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"That did happen and the voice sounded distant. It would have sounded closer if it had been him than it did." Hermione informed Crouch, which caused him to scoff at his inability to easily identify the culprit and lower his wand.

"Where did it come from?"

"The what?" Ron was perplexed by the subject, prompting Hermione to sigh and point to the trees, "It was there, the voice came from there. But since you guys have been talking for so long the person must have fled already blending in with the crowd, or better yet-"

"Disapparated…" The witch in the pink sandals cut Hermione off already knowing the end to the sentence. "I don't think so," said a deep voice, and a wizard with a red hued face and a shabby brown beard emerged from the shadows. It was Cedric Diggory's father, Amos Diggory. "Our stunners flew right through those trees...maybe we got them somehow." He proposed walking closer to the trees, drawing out his wand, and disappearing into the trees' darkness.

When Scorpius went to follow and see what had been hit with the magic, he was grabbed on the shoulder by a strong male wizard "You'll be here until we figure out what to do with you. Until proven otherwise, you will remain a suspect."

"Merlin, right now I really hate Albus..." Scorpius muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "Once I find him… I'm really gonna beat him up."