The Return

Chapter 1

Astrella Malfoy had always been a fierce warrior in the fight against the Dark Lord. She had faced countless battles, and she knew that her time would eventually come. As she lay there, with her eyes closed, she was filled with a sense of peace. It was finally over. She had done everything she could to help her friends and family, and now it was time to let go. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange place. She was in a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was a room she had visited many times as a child, but it was not her own. She sat up, feeling confused and disoriented. As she looked around the room, she saw the people she loved who had died in the war.

They were all there, standing before her with sad expressions on their faces. It was a bittersweet reunion. On one hand, it overjoyed her to see them again. But on the other hand, she knew she was not meant to be with them yet. Astrella's best friend Carly spoke up, her voice thick with emotion.

"You're not supposed to die yet, Asty," she said, tears streaming down her face. "You aren't." Astrella furrowed her brow in confusion.

"What do you mean? Well, if that's the case, I'm dead now, right? That means I can-"

"No. No, you won't stay with us. Not yet," Carly interrupted, her voice shaky. Astrella tried to move towards her loved ones, but she felt a force pulling her back.

"What? Carly, it's impossible for me to go back - and even if it's possible, I won't let them take me back!"

"You're born at the wrong timeline, Aste," her brother said gently. "Don't worry, we'll be watching you. Good luck and save the wizarding world, for us."

As her vision started to blur, Astrella felt a strange sensation. It was like her loved ones were merging with her. Suddenly, there was a bright light, and then darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a strange bed in a strange room. As Astrella lay in the strange bed, she felt a sudden panic rise within her. Her heart raced and her breathing became shallow as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened. She had just died, and now she was in a completely different time period, in a body that was not her own.

"What's going on? How is this even possible?" she whispered to herself, her mind racing with a million questions. She tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy and sluggish, as if she had been drugged. She looked around the room, her eyes darting from one object to another, searching for some sort of explanation. As she struggled to comprehend her situation, Astrella began to feel a sense of claustrophobia closing in on her. She felt trapped and alone in this unfamiliar body, and the weight of her new responsibilities started to crush her. The thought of having to navigate a new world and fit into a new identity filled her with an overwhelming sense of anxiety.

"I can't do this," she thought, her breathing becoming more labored. "I don't even know where to start. What if I mess everything up? What if I can't save them?" Her thoughts were racing, and she felt herself starting to spiral into a state of panic. She felt like she was drowning, unable to catch her breath or focus on anything. But just as quickly as the panic had set in, she realized that she needed to take control of her thoughts and emotions.

Taking deep, calming breaths, Astrella tried to center herself. She reminded herself that she had been given a second chance, and that she had a mission to fulfill. She couldn't afford to let fear and uncertainty paralyze her. Closing her eyes, Astrella started to think back to the moment she had died. She tried to remember everything she had seen and heard, every sensation she had felt. Slowly, the memories started to come back to her in vivid detail. As she pieced together the fragments of her experience, Astrella began to feel a sense of clarity and purpose. She knew what she needed to do, and she knew that she had the strength and courage to do it.