Draco Malfoy had a time-turner. He held it up to the light of the setting sun and as it gleamed red, he realized what it meant. He realized what he could do.

Draco had just been wandering around the house, looking for something to do, when he had tripped over a dusty, old, cardboard box in the attic. It was brown and plain with worn out edges and looked extremely unimportant, but Draco, with nothing better to do, had opened it. He soon found out it was not unimportant at all. Inside the box were many magical objects, very small things, from the Ministry of Magic. Draco realized that his father must have brought a few things home when he had still worked at the Ministry.

When his father had worked at the Ministry. Everything had been great then. He had the best broom, the best robes, the best everything. Now those things didn't matter. He missed the times before the battle at Hogwarts. He missed when his best friend, Crabbe, and Aunt Bellatrix were alive.

He shook his head to clear his mind. He mustn't think about those things. The battle was over. There was nothing he could do. He looked through the box a bit more quickly. His hand touched something cold and smooth. It seemed to be metal and glass. He pulled it out.

It was a necklace. Why would his father have something so boring with other interesting magical objects? As he looked more closely at it, he saw what it really was.

How could it be? It was impossible. Potter and his friends had smashed all of these when they fought Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. Lucius Malfoy must have gotten this before the battle at the Ministry. Of course he had! He had been arrested immediately after the battle. Before the battle…when his friends were alive. He stared at the object in his hand once more, probably the last of its kind.

Draco Malfoy had a time-turner. He held it up to the light of the setting sun and as it gleamed red, he realized what it meant. He realized what he could do.