Its Never too Late.

Chapter 2

(Authors note: All time turners were destroyed after the war to insure that nobody brings back Voldemort. That was not my idea, I believe it was in the Cursed Child but I cant really remember. Enjoy :) 

Even though the war ended years ago, there was still a divide among wizards and witches. Even if they don't even agree with Voldemort and his ways, death eaters and any former supporters of You know who, are cast out. They can be kicked out of shops, mistreated, beaten, and shunned. There are technically laws put in place to prevent this but nobody really adheres to them. 

    The memorial is held in the great hall in Hogwarts. Draco has an uneasy feeling in his stomach as they enter the hall. Its decorated with pictures of the fallen and the biggest picture hanging right above where Professor Dumbledore used to sit is Harry Potter. He's riding his broom in full quidditch gear. He has that same look on his face that he got whenever he played. Pure joy.   

Draco, tearing his eyes off the photo, scans the room. His eyes land on Hermione and the Weasel. They are sitting in the front with their heads down. a little girl, presumably their daughter, is sitting on weasels lap.  The Weaslette and the rest of the red headed clan sit close by. Draco and Pansy find Blaise sitting alone on one side of the room. All the Slytherin's and former death eaters are on one side and everybody else on the other. The lights go dim and everyone becomes silent as the headmaster McGonagall makes her way to the front to start the ceremony. 

Its nearing the end of the ceremony and Draco's getting a bad feeling again. Its like someones watching. Draco whips his head to the side and finds the Weaslette glaring at him. She has her brows furrowed. She looks murderous. Draco's stomach drops. McGonagall ends her speech and everyone claps. Draco bursts from his seat and runs from the hall ignoring the calls from his two best friends. He rounds the corner and nearly screams. He's grabbed by the front of his collar and thrown against the wall, a wand pointed at his throat. Its Ginny Weasley. She's practically growling. Draco can feel her hot breath on his face. He's never seen her look like this.

 "I've been waiting for this." She hissed.

 Draco smirked. "I didn't know you felt this way Weasley." He winked. 

 "You better not say another word!" She spat. "You killed him! You watched him as he died!" There are now tears running down her face. "I've waited four years for this!" "But you see" she whispered. "I cant just kill you fast." "Not after what you put us through all those years. No. You are going to suffer." her eyes glimmered with malice and hate. 

Draco being Draco had no idea what to do, so of course he did what he thought was the only sensible thing. Smirked. Ginny slapped him. Hard. Draco was stunned. He slowly turned back to her, his eyes watering. 

"Weasley." he began. "If you don't think that everyday I regret what I did then your delusional. Do you know how much I hate how I cant go back and change it?" Ginny began to speak but Draco interrupted.  "I have spent endless nights lying in bed thinking about it and regretting and wishing I could go back in time." (He left out the crying Piece. He's still Draco Malfoy.) Ginny's grip on his neck loosened and she lowered her wand. 

"Malfoy. There is a way." she whispered. Draco pushed her off and rolled his eyes going over to the window and looking out. 

And how pray tell is that? They destroyed the time turners! 

Ginny walked up behind Draco's shoulder. "That's not the only way."

   Draco must admit he is intrigued but he doesn't trust the Weasels sister. She's like him And that's the problem. She's looking at him with a different kind of look this time. Not evil, but determined. Draco can now tell that he has absolutely no say in whether he's helping her or not. She's already made up her mind.

 "Your going to help me." she said smirking. Draco turned to her. "Am I?" He raised an eyebrow. Ginny smirked even more. "If you don't want me to kill you then you will help." Draco had no doubt in his mind that she was not joking. 

"Sounds like a pretty good reason to help." He smiled weakly. "But what exactly is it we are going to do?" "As amazing as you may think I am, (you would be right), I cant just bust through time. And even if I can, how am I supposed to save Harry freaking Potter if he couldn't even save himself? If he cant defeat You Know Who, how can we?" Draco leaned against the wall with his arms crossed letting his words sink in. Much to his surprised Ginny didn't look the least bit worried. She waved him off. "We will figure that out when we get to it." "We have to get there first. And I know how"

 "Well don't keep me in suspense." Draco drawled sarcastically. 

"Mad Eye Moody"

Draco stared blankly and then started laughing. "He'd dead." 

Ginny smirked. "That's what you think. "