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Draco stood looking at the landscape below the decimated castle. He wiped away an errant tear and sucked in a breath to try and keep from crying anymore. The sky was grey, or was it just smoke? He could barely tell. There were fires roaring in areas that hadn't been put out yet, their trails of smoke floating into the sky to obscure even the clouds. He glanced back at the crumbling castle, watching as many of his classmates wore brief, happy smiles that were overcome by pain as their injuries took their toll.

So many were killed in the fight against Voldemort. He could still see some of the bodies being taken further into the castle, out of sight to grieve. He gritted his teeth and cursed his family's pride, as well as his own—grasping at his head in frustration.

He wanted to scream.

That man…or vile creature—whatever Voldemort was—was rotten to the core. He had destroyed his family long before he was ever even born.

He recalled his mother telling him stories here and there about her childhood with her sisters. Despite his less than pleasant grandparents, the memories his mother held regarding her elder sisters were filled with fondness.

She had told him how his Aunt Bellatrix wanted to raise unicorns when she was younger, as she had always been fascinated with the creatures. His Aunt Andromeda, used to follow Bellatrix around like a lost puppy—she had been her hero, and she often copied her mannerisms to seem more like her idolized elder sister.

Then, somehow, and even Draco was unsure, everything had unraveled. He could read between the lines. He surmised that his grandfather was physically abusive, but his Aunt Bellatrix had taken the brunt to protect her siblings.

His mother also believed that her sister was actually in support of Andromeda's marriage to the muggle-born, but only because it allowed her to flee from the family.

Still, she noted that it hurt Bellatrix to lose her sister like that, even if it was for the best.

Draco had a hard time believing any of that until his aunt had begun hanging around their home once she was freed from Azkaban. Despite the fact that she was stark raving mad, when she spoke to his mother it held a great deal of affection—though it was well hidden behind her childlike taunts and petulancy. He could see it, and he knew his mother did too.

He wished things could be different. He wished his family and all the fucked up nonsense had never happened.

Draco felt something heat up in his breast pocket and his brow furrowed. He reached into the pocket and pulled out the token that Dumbledore had given him that night.

"Draco, you must," Albus Dumbledore implored as he looked at the boy.

Draco was petrified. He could feel tears running down his face as he pointed his wand at the headmaster.

"I don't want to," Draco whimpered. His wand gave a tremor as he thought of the task he was assigned.

Dumbledore could hear the commotion below. They were almost out of time. The Death Eaters would be there soon, and he wouldn't get another chance.

He pulled out a token and held it out for Draco to take, eyes pleading with urgency. "You must trust me on this, Draco. When the time is right, you'll know. This will give the world a second chance to be better."

Draco frowned. His voice rose in panic as he spoke, "What are you prattling on about?" A door slamming below made Draco turn around anxiously and lower his wand.

Dumbledore thrust it into his hands and backed up just as the Death Eaters arrived at the tower.

"There's my nephew," Bellatrix sing-songed as she reached the top. Her eyes were wild as she wore a chilling grin, her rotten teeth gnashing the air. "Kill him, Draco!"

Draco sniffled as he subtly pocketed the token and raised his wand again.

"Do it," she hissed next to his ear, black eyes darting between his face and Albus'

"It's okay, Draco," Dumbledore assured.

Snape had arrived with the others and stood to Draco's right. A hand came to rest on his shoulder while his wand arm rose.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

Draco was pulled from the memory as he watched the token begin to unfurl.

His eyes widened at what resided in his palm.

"He's a nutter," Draco murmured as he started at the token-turned-time-turner.

He flipped it around, looking at all of it and noticing a faint inscription on the gold.

"Trust it. It already knows where to take you."

Draco looked back at the castle. Everyone else was too engrossed in their own activities, affording him and opportunity to slip further away. He slowly backed up until he was out of sight, and then hurried down the rest of the bridge to drop off the side. He shot one more glance at the castle before his eyes fell back on the trinket.

He traced it a few more times, mulling it over. During the months after Dumbledore's death, Draco had stared at the token every night as he wondered what the old fool wanted him to do with it. The elder wizard was never forthcoming with his reasons, and Draco knew that he was supposed to figure it out at some point. Clearly that point was now.

"Fuck it," he hissed before activating the mechanism.

It began to spin, and Draco felt an odd pulling sensation in his stomach as the events from the past day flew by his eyes. He wondered where it was taking him as it kept moving, never slowing. Images whizzed by him with noticeable speed, but he could still make out the scenery.

He passed by his own first year and then what he assumed was more and more years of Hogwarts.

Then finally it stopped and Draco was…somewhere in the past.

He immediately regretted listening to that daft fool.

"I see you listened to me then," a voice commented, drawing the young man's attention as he leapt in the air and spun to face whoever it was.

Draco sprung back if struck by lightning—eyes wide with disbelief at the man before him.

He looked like the Dumbledore he knew; he spoke in the same manner and still possessed that twinkle in his eye. The only difference was his beard was pepper and grey instead of white.

"How?" Draco asked. He travelled to the past, he knew, but didn't understand how the man knew who he was.

"I was…visited…by myself not long ago and prepped for this moment, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore explained. "I assume that Voldemort has been defeated?"

Draco nodded, still dumfounded at the turn of unexpected events.

"Excellent," Dumbledore commented with a small smile. "I presume I am dead, correct?"

Draco nodded again.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together, pleased. "Now, I suppose you're wondering why I gave you that token and offered this to you."

Another nod.

"Very well, walk with me," Dumbledore said.

They began to stroll the grounds in silence until the old wizard decided to speak. "I was informed by my later self that there would be heavy losses in the war and that it would forever change the world as we know it. I know your family in particular is one that has been pulled in different directions. Your father, a Death Eater, as I believe they are called, and your mother, sided with Voldemort to protect you and play her part. Your Aunt Bellatrix, became the right-hand to the Dark Lord and had a serious impact on the lives of so many…"

Draco remained silent, waiting for the quack to continue.

"I sent you back to this specific date to collect your Aunt Bellatrix."

Draco stopped, mouth hung agape. "Are you bloody mad?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Perhaps. But, I have…had interactions that have suggested this is the best course of action with the least amount of collateral damage. Mr. Malfoy, if this works, and I believe it will, it will effectively alter your timeline entirely. There will be no rise of Voldemort…well, perhaps not to the extent it is to be, there will be similarities but drastic differences. With your Aunt persuaded to fight for the Order instead of the Death Eaters, there is a very good possibility the second war can be avoided all together. Your family dynamic will be changed. Perhaps your father won't be the heartless man you know him to be…"

Draco shook his head. This was too much to take in. "You want me to completely alter the timeline? You really are mad! One of the fundamentals of time travel is to do exactly the opposite of that!"

"Mr. Malfoy, I have already altered the timeline by coming and visiting myself and explaining the future events…this was always destined to be. And, I know you will accept this offer because it is also destined," Dumbledore explained with a shrug. "Fate is fate."

Draco massaged his temples. "If I did agree to this, what the hell am I supposed to do with my Aunt?"

"I'm glad you asked," Dumbledore said as he pulled a piece of candy from his robes. "Butterscotch?"

Draco declined with a scowl.

"Your Aunt is in her seventh year right now and has already had contact with Voldemort. Now, I know that this contact hasn't been going on very long and I believe Bellatrix hasn't made a decision yet. Though he has already presented his side to her and she is considering it, I believe it is solely because she hasn't had another option. Once you collect your aunt, you will be sent back to your time…albeit a tad further. Just in time to finish your seventh year of school, properly. Your aunt will be in attendance at Hogwarts with the full knowledge of Voldemort's demise. Since she is dead, I feel that her going about her business as a student there and interacting with those that survived the war will be…enlightening. Particularly the interactions with Harry, Ron, and Hermione." Dumbledore sucked on his butterscotch.

"There is absolutely no way that will work!" Draco spat. His nose wrinkled with distaste. "You honestly expect that my aunt will go along with this? Not only that but how can I go forward and skip parts? That's not possible for the turner to take me past the point of the event happening."

Dumbledore shrugged. "She doesn't have that much of a choice in the matter. And, this time turner is the only one of its kind…it has no limits, well, except for the ones I enchanted on it."

"She's going to kill me," Draco said bluntly. "She will torture me on the spot! And you're a bloody fool!"

"You are family, Draco…this Bellatrix has more of a soft spot for her family than you realize. Azkaban took a lot out of her." Dumblefore chose to ignore the last part of the outburst.

Draco scoffed. "You sure informed yourself of everything, didn't you?"

Dumbledore merely smiled and nodded.

Draco thought it over. He wondered what it would be like to have his aunt, sane, with the rest of his family, not to mention around everyone else. They wouldn't trust her.

"What happens if she…agrees after everything?" Draco asked.

"Ah, an excellent question. You will hand her the time turner and it will bring her promptly back at the exact moment you and she depart. The timeline will then overwrite itself with…minimal issue."

"Minimal issue?" Draco pressed. He didn't like the sound of that.

"There is always room for error, but I believe my future self when I said I was confident in this decision."

"How will Bellatrix's absence affect the timeline? Won't taking her away for a year cause a lot of adverse effects?"

Dumbledore smiled. "I have that taken care of. Her parents will be sent updated 'reports' of her studies, and her sisters, well…I thought I would let that up to Bellatrix to decide what to tell them."

Draco shifted on his feet nervously. He imagined a timeline completely different than what he knew. Would he still be sorted into Slytherin? Would he be friends with Potter and Weasley and Granger in true comradery instead of just toleration? Would his family be happy and safe?"

He knew it was reckless and selfish to do something of this magnitude, but Draco was tired of doing everything because his family expected him to.

"I'll do it."

Bellatrix waltzed down the hallway, straightening her tie and flicking a black curl away from her face. She was on her way to the common room to check up on her sisters. Andy had gotten in a bit of a habit of slacking off to spend time with a boy…though she had no idea who it was. Everyone was surprisingly tight-lipped about it, and she knew Andy would never forgive her if she forced it out of someone.

She just hoped the whelp was deserving of her fifth year sister.

She entered the common room, her eyes immediately falling on her youngest sister. She was staring intently out of the window that looked at the waters of the Black Lake.

"Cissy, what're you up to?" Bellatrix asked as she came to stand next to the blonde. Her eyes scanned the water on the other side of the glass, looking for any sign of movement.

Narcissa turned and looked up at her taller sibling, a frown gracing her face. "Three years and I have yet to see a merperson."

Bellatrix's eyebrows rose in amusement. She let out a boisterous laugh and grinned at her little sister. "You will eventually, Cissy, don't worry so much about it."

"You see them all the time though!" Narcissa argued, a slight pout adorning her lips.

Bellatrix smirked. Narcissa had copied her pout perfectly. She reached out and affectionately gave the lip a flick. "Put it away, you'll catch Phoenix shit on it."

Narcissa glowered in response.

"Did you finish your homework?" Bellatrix asked seriously, she twirled a curl around her wand as she walked toward one of the leather couches and plopped down, graceful as ever.

She glanced over to the side and saw a few of her fellow Slytherins gazing her way, bringing a satisfied smirk to her lips. She crossed her legs, slowly, her skirt riding up just a tad. She was no stranger to the looks she garnered. She knew she was striking—having been told so on many occasions.

She enjoyed the attention as well. It didn't matter to her whether it was from boys or girls, although she preferred the attention of the fairer sex.

Much more attractive when they're flustered.

Narcissa rolled her eyes at the question. "Yes," she groaned out, taking a seat next to her older sister.

"Good, and have you studied for your test in Transfigurations that's tomorrow?" she pressed.

Narcissa grumbled and Bellatrix flicked her wand, conjuring a picture of Narcissa's Transfiguration book in her mind.

In a flash, the book zoomed to her and she handed it to her sister with a raised eyebrow that dared her to argue.

Narcissa grumbled but opened her book and began studying.

Bellatrix affectionately patted her sister on the head and stood from her seat. She made her way to the dorms, putting a bit of sway into her hips as she walked past Victoria Avery.

She was Bellatrix's latest conquest. She could see the way Victoria looked at her longingly. She knew the witch was absolutely smitten with her, and Bellatrix enjoyed teasing her with possibilities but never actually giving in.

It was all a game that she played incredibly well.

She reached her room and sighed as she made her way to her bed. She went to sit when an unsettling feeling creeped up her spine.

She spun, wand up and eyed the intruder.

"Who are you?" Bellatrix asked through gritted teeth, waiting for them to step away from the shadows.

A platinum blonde haired man stepped out from the dark, his hands raised in peace.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

Bellatrix laughed. "It's cute you think you could," she drawled with an amused tilt of her head. She eyed him carefully; there was something familiar about him. She straightened her posture and hummed. "Are you a Malfoy? I thought Lucius was an only child."

"My name is Draco, and I am a Malfoy," Draco explained, coming to step closer. "I have something to tell you and I want you to hear me out before you do anything drastic."

Bellatrix was intrigued to say the least. She cocked her head to the side, taking a moment to size him up, and then nodded for him to proceed. She always was a curious creature. Plus, no one at this school could match her dueling abilities, so she wasn't worried in the least should he try anything.

"I know you're in contact with Voldemort and are considering joining his ranks once you finish school this year," Draco breathed out in a rush.

Bellatrix went cold. Her eyes widened before narrowing on the boy before her. She was about to speak but he held up a pleading hand.

"I know this sounds absolutely insane, but I'm your nephew—Narcissa's son. She's arranged to marry Lucius Malfoy, or will be—I'm from the future."

Bellatrix was taken back. Only she and her parents were aware of the proposal to match Narcissa up with a Malfoy. She wasn't much of a fan of Lucius', and ever since her parents had informed her of their plans she had taken to tormenting the boy a little. Narcissa was her baby sister and she'd be damned if the little prat ever thought himself superior to her in anyway.

The mention of her sister though caught her attention and she lowered her wand, for the moment.

"Talk fast," Bellatrix hissed before pointing her wand to the door, locking and silencing it.

Draco took a breath. "You die, Aunt Bellatrix. You die serving Voldemort. It's all in vain. He gets defeated in the end and once you join up with him here his plans get foiled and he fails…you get arrested along with a bunch of others and sent to Azkaban. You're there for fifteen years before Voldemort rises again and breaks you out, but you end up dying in the end for nothing. He loses the war. He does nothing but make our family suffer and his treatment of me takes a toll on my mother. His involvement in our family does nothing but bring pain."

He certainly listened when she told him to speak fast. She could see that he was sincere, and knew he meant what he said once she saw the way his lip trembled at the mention of his mother. He looked so much like her Cissy when he did that.

"Narcissa," Bellatrix began, "is she—" she stopped herself, letting the unspoken question hang in the air.

"She lives…but there's…there's a lot of trauma that we haven't even gotten to unpack yet. I was sent here right after the war…right after watching so many die." Draco's eyes fell to the floor.

Relief flooded Bellatrix's body at the mention of her sister being safe.

"So," she began with a sigh, "I die. Who took me out?"

Draco chuckled. He rubbed the back of his head in a nervous fashion. "Molly Weasley, or Prewett now I guess—of all people."

Bellatrix's eyes widened before disgust fell over her face. She gagged dramatically. "Well…that's certainly less than ideal." She looked at her…nephew. "Why come and tell me all of this? To make sure I don't join up?"

Draco nodded. "More or less. I am supposed to take you back to my time to show you what the war did…show the lives it affected…everything."

Bellatrix's nose crinkled. "I assume this is via time turner. This is going to make the timeline all kinds of fucked up…whose idea was all this? They have to be a right madman. You've broken every rule laid out for time travel in the span of five minutes!"

"Dumbledore."

Bellatrix gave a heavy sigh. "Of course it bloody is. That bloody fool." She ran a hand through her curls, and absentmindedly twirled one around her finger. "So I'm supposed to do what while I'm there?"

"Finish out your seventh year with the survivors of the war, with the people who probably hate you most…" Draco said quietly. "You'll also get to spend time with family and see the toll it took…see the toll Azkaban took on your life…it's a chance to rewrite history and actually be happy."

Bellatrix's brow furrowed. The boy was soft.

No doubt Cissy's doing, she mused to herself.

Regardless…her curiosity was piqued and at the mention of the hell her family had gone through—

"Wait," she said abruptly. "Do you think if I hadn't been involved with Voldemort's plans, our family wouldn't have suffered?"

Her voice was softer than she had intended when she asked. She had done her best to shield Andromeda and Narcissa from their father's abuse and get them through it…to think that something she had done was the direct cause of harm made her shudder.

Draco shrugged. "I don't think it helped, that's for sure. My mother lost her sisters…"

Bellatrix looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean sisters? What's happened to Andy?"

"She married a muggle-born and was disowned from the family. You two had a nasty falling out over it and from what mother told me, Cygnus was furious. Apparently he wanted to kill Aunt Andromeda, but you protected her even then…" Draco trailed off.

Bellatrix felt as though she was dowsed with cold water.

The boy Andy was sneaking around with…that's why no one would crack and tell her…it was a mudblood.

She grit her teeth. All of the things her family had impressed on them about blood superiority; Andy was just throwing it all out the window.

You shielded her from so much…she didn't have the concept literally beaten into her.

Bellatrix released a shaky breath. "When do I leave?"

"Now," Draco replied. The surprise on his face told her that he really hadn't expected her to come along.

She noticed that he watched her closely, as if on edge. It was like he was expecting her to snap at any moment.

He did say you did a stint in Azkaban.

"You look like you're afraid of me, nephew," Bellatrix said pointedly. She took a few steps toward him. Despite his taller stature, Bellatrix towered over him. Her confidence could make the most powerful man in the Ministry cower in fear.

The boy looked side to side nervously.

"Why?" she asked, ignoring his obvious discomfort.

"You're being so calm…just…normally when you're this calm it isn't long before you have an outburst…I think your time in Azkaban made you…" he trailed off hesitantly.

"Mad?" Bellatrix finished for him.

He nodded.

She hummed in response. "How will my absence be explained?" She backed up a step and smirked as her nephew breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dumbledore has a handle on it, apparently. As for your sisters, you're to tell them something of your choosing he said."

"Tosser," Bellatrix muttered. "Alright, well then." She turned and moved to her trunk and began packing up her belongings.

She grabbed her clothes and nick knacks, as well as the photo of her and her three sisters that sat on her nightstand, and tossed everything in the trunk.

"Let's go," she commanded, removing the silencer ward she placed on the room.

She led her nephew from the room and approached the couch where her sister sat.

"Cissy," Bellatrix greeted as she sat next to her.

"Bellaaaa," Narcissa whined. "I'm doing my studying!"

Bellatrix smirked. "I know you are and I need you to promise me a few things. Can you do that?"

Narcissa looked at her curiously and gave a slow nod. Her eyes darted to the boy that was shifting nervously on his feet.

"Who is that?" she asked.

Bellatrix waved her hand dismissively. "A friend of mine that I need to leave with. Look, Cissy, I have to go away for a while and I can't tell you where or why…I just need you to trust that I have my reasons and they're for the benefit of the three of us."

Narcissa was clearly confused, but she gave a slow nod of understanding. "What do you need me to promise?"

"I need you to promise you and Andy won't go home for any breaks. Stay here, please," Bellatrix said seriously. "Stay away far away from father." Her voice was incredibly soft and pleading.

Narcissa gave a firm nod. "What else?"

"Keep up with your homework and studies, and you and Andy stick together. No matter what you stay together. Understood?" Bellatrix searched her sister's face.

"I promise."

"I also need you to not tell anyone in the family that I've left, aside from Andy."

Narcissa gave a determined nod, and Bellatrix smoothed her hair lovingly.

Bellatrix held up her pinky finger then and smiled when Narcissa locked it with her own. They kissed their fists and Bellatrix pulled Narcissa in for a tight hug. "You tell Andy what I said and tell her you promised for you both."

"I will," Narcissa replied, her voice scratchy.

She had started to cry a little and Bellatrix sighed before planting a soft kiss to the top of her sister's head.

"I will be back before you know it."

Narcissa nodded and wiped her tears away.

The elder Black grabbed her trunk and led the way out of the common room. Once they were out of earshot she looked at her nephew, assessing him.

"You seemed surprised back there. I take it I'm also not the most affectionate person?" she asked as they walked. She didn't bother to turn her attention to him at all as they moved through the hall.

"I didn't even know you were capable," came the truthful response.

"Only with them. Cissy more than Andy. But, what else is to be expected from a fifteen year old," Bellatrix grumbled. "The affection I give them is all they know."

"I know my grandparents aren't very caring," Draco stated.

Bellatrix let out a cold laugh. "Oh you have no idea."

Draco led her out of the castle and back to the spot where he had arrived. Dumbledore was there waiting for them, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

"Miss Black, I see you have made your choice."

Bellatrix scoffed. "When you have a future family member showing up spouting about your death, one tends to be curious." She dropped her trunk at her feet with a thud and eyed him with disinterest, one hand on her hip as she waited impatiently. She flipped a portion of her black curls over her shoulder with a flourish and cocked an expectant eyebrow.

"No doubt, I think it is the right decision." Dumbledore pulled a letter from his robes and handed it to Draco. "Give this to Minerva when you return. It explains everything. It is also dated and stamped with a special seal. She'll understand."

Draco nodded and pocketed the piece of paper. He pulled the token out and watched as it opened for him once again.

Bellatrix peered over his shoulder to look at the little device. It was hard to believe that something so small was that impactful.

"I wish you both well in your travels, and I look forward to seeing what happens," Dumbledore said earnestly. "Farewell, Draco." He looked to Bellatrix. "Bellatrix."

Draco gave the turner a tap and it began to spin as Bellatrix grabbed onto her trunk and his arm. She released a breath and watched as Dumbledore disappeared and the setting changed rapidly as they moved forward in time.

When the time turner finally stopped, they looked around and Bellatrix's eyes widened slightly.

The castle was clearly being repaired. Pieces of it were floating back in place, but it was evident that a battle had happened here. There were scorch marks littering the walls outside, and she could see burnt areas in various states of healing.

"Looks like shit," Bellatrix stated.

Draco snorted in amusement. "Welcome back to Hogwarts, Auntie."

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