"Kill Him"

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I was running away from professors who were chasing after me because I turned a Malfoy into a white ferret. He had the same personality as his grandfather and the spitting image of him as well. His hair was white and get this, ha! His name is Draco! Who in their right mind would name their kid, Draco?!

Thankfully, none of them has seen my face yet. It would have been a disaster if they catch a glimpse of my face...I mean, I've already done so much mess anyway.

"Stop her!" Professor McGonagall yelled so that the students would at least help catch me. There was a giant pillar right ahead so I quickly ran around it and watched as they continue chasing no one. I pushed the button once again and shockingly this time, it didn't feel tingly anymore! I was getting more used to always falling and feeling nauseous.
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"Bloody hell!" That was Ginny's voice that I heard. When I fell on the ground, I was in the very first place I traveled to. There they were. The four gingers and Sir Nicholas standing in front of me.

"I'm sure she just disappeared and fell out of nowhere." I gave Ron a confused look and stood up while dusting my clothes.

"What do you mean? I precisely traveled in twelve different timelines."

"No. You vanished into thin air and just dropped there." He has a point. After all, why am I in the same spot surrounded by the same people? It was the same weather and time so I guess he was right. I stood up and made sure I wasn't seeing things but everything was in the same place where I left it.

"Hm...I guess you're right." We started walking in the corridors and everything didn't change much. Something inside me tells me to not go back to my original timeline if it's ever possible. Come to think of it, I actually don't know how to get back in nineteen forty-two. Should I be worried about that? I mean, I can just figure it out some time—I have all the time in the world! All it's bringing me to is the future, nothing in the past.

Then I remembered them mention someone "he who must not be named" maybe it was an important wizard or he must have been famous.

"Who's he who must not be named? You said that last time."

"Would you really want to know? You didn't see him at any of the places you've traveled to?"

"Yes, Sir Nicholas. I want to know who this person is. Maybe I've come across him but because I didn't know what he looked like...I have no clue..."

"I think that's better off. You don't want to die do you now?" One of the twins told me.

"That's not comforting at all. Why would I die anyway?"

"There's a reason no-one's allowed to say his name. He's a murderous rusty man I can tell ya that." He's an old man huh...do you think I've met him before? Whatever this is, oddly enough, it terrifies me even if I haven't come face to face with him yet.

"Well, since I'm already a dead man, why don't I just tell you about him? I can't die twice."

"Exactly! Thank you." The ghost looked around to see if anyone else would hear his mention he who must not be named. I don't know what he has done in the past but it seems horrible. What if I died because of him? Maybe some sort of connection?
These questions will be answered that's for sure.

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