Harry Potter and the Last Time Turner

A fan fiction by: DRooDigger

Based on the stories by: J.K. Rowling

NOTE: I DO NOT TAKE ANY CREDIT FOR THE CREATION OF THE CHARACTERS AND PLACES IN THIS STORY. ALL CREDIT FOR ANY AND ALL CONTENT PRESENT IN THIS STORY THAT WAS USED IN THE HARRY POTTER NOVELS BY J.K. ROWLING IS NOT MY PROPERTY, NOR DO I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF IT OR ANY CREDIT FOR ITS CREATION. THIS STORY, CREATED USING THE CHARACTERS FROM MS. ROWLING'S BOOKS AND BASED IN THE WORLD FROM THOSE BOOKS IS PURELY FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF THE FANS OF THOSE NOVELS. NO PAYMENT WAS RECEIVED FOR ITS CREATION.

Chapter One: Backup Plan

Lucius Malfoy was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace in the sitting room of his large manor home. It was the middle of the night, and a thunderstorm was raging outside. He was slowly twirling a slender object between his fingers. It was as white as bone; in fact, its handle looked as if it actually were carved from bone. "Yew and phoenix feather…. Thirteen and a half inches…." Lucius repeated for the umpteenth time under his breath. Perhaps it was just him, but Lucius thought he could actually feel the evil radiating from the wand of the Dark Lord. Maybe it was just that he knew the horrible things that the wand had done over the years. But still…. No matter how much the wand frightened him, he knew he had to keep it. It was the only way….

Suddenly the clock chimed…. "Midnight…." Lucius said. "It's time." It was one year ago to the day that Harry Potter had slain the Dark Lord Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts. Lucius, who'd fled soon afterwards with his family, heard from the other Death Eaters what they'd done to the body. They buried it in a remote location that very night and placed his wand on top of his grave. However, Lucius Malfoy knew it was far from over. He went to the grave and retrieved the wand and began to put the Dark Lord's "insurance policy" into place. Soon after the Dark Lord had been resurrected in the graveyard, he had made a request of Lucius.

"Go to the Ministry," Voldemort had said. "They trust you there. Go there, and at the first opportunity, steal a Time Turner. If, somehow, my master plan for immortality fails in the end and I am…. Killed…. Use the Time Turner to go back to the time I was resurrected and assist me in assuring the death of Harry Potter." Lucius had agreed. After all, who was he to defy the Dark Lord? Besides, he was guaranteed to triumph over Harry Potter. After all, he was only a teenager, and the Dark Lord was a skilled wizard with plenty of experience and knowledge. But he was wrong. The Dark Lord had failed. And now, with the Dark Lord's own wand in hand to prove he was who he said he was, he was about to go four years into the past to save the Dark Lord from defeat at the hands of Harry Potter. If it worked out as planned, Harry Potter would die in the graveyard in Little Hangleton on the night of the Dark Lord's resurrection. They would take the Portkey back to the castle instead of Harry Potter, and the Battle of Hogwarts would take place three years early, but this time, the Dark Lord would prevail. He would be immortal, and all that would stand in his way during the battle would be a very mortal Albus Dumbledore.

Lucius Malfoy, as loyal as he was, was cunning. He didn't trust the Dark Lord to actually go through with his plan the way he had planned it before. He figured that as soon as he presented himself to the Dark Lord and explained the flaws in his plans and how to properly kill Harry Potter, he would simply kill him and steal the Time Turner for his own. It was the last Time Turner in the entire world, for at the Battle of the Ministry, the Ministry of Magic's entire supply of Time Turners was destroyed. So, if the Dark Lord failed again, he couldn't fix his mistake without the Time Turner. He knew about the Dark Lord's Horcruxes and became fascinated with them. He studied the process of making Horcruxes, and then he prepared to turn the last Time Turner into a Horcrux of his own. For the Dark Lord would then have to destroy the only way to correct his mistakes in order to kill Lucius. Lucius would be immortal, and the Dark Lord would be unwilling to destroy the last Time Turner in all of existence to kill him. There was one problem though….

Suddenly, Lucius' wife, Narcissa, walked into the room. "Lucius?" she said. "Why aren't you in bed?" Lucius spun his chair around slowly.

"Narcissa…." Lucius said slowly. "Darling. Sit down." He extended his arm toward the couch next to the armchair. Narcissa silently walked toward the couch and sat down.

"What is troubling you, Lucius?" Narcissa asked.

"Do you know what today is?" Lucius asked.

Narcissa looked at the clock and gave a quick gasp. "It's been a year…." She whispered.

"You know, Narcissa, I served the Dark Lord for a long time, but ironically, I was one of the only Death Eaters who never committed murder…. Not even once," said Lucius. "My soul is whole, Narcissa. Unscathed. This is a problem, given what I am about to do."

"Lucius…."

"I'm sorry, Narcissa," Lucius said. He stood slowly. His face was illuminated by the fire from the fireplace. He looked at Narcissa coldly. "If I'm going to split my soul, the murder has to be meaningful…." He pointed the Dark Lord's wand at her.

"Lucius, no!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of brilliant green light erupted from the wand at the same time as a clap of thunder sounded outside. The bolt of light hit Narcissa right over the heart. A single tear flowed from her eye as light fled from it.