Turn Back Time // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter One- The First Trace

Madeline's POV

A few months had passed since that day and I was now a 4th year student at a school which I now know to be Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can say a lot has changed, but since that day I haven't felt those strong, intense urges. Magic I guess it was, powerful at that, and completely out of my control.

My nights were filled with endless nightmares of losing my parents, and struggling with the fact that it was all my fault. I don't think I have gotten a good night sleep in months. My dreams plague me of not only that night, but also of the mysterious graveyard, the crystal ball room, and that boy.

I missed my parents more than anything, and often find myself in fits of crying in my common room, losing myself to the anxiety and stress of it all. I miss my brother even more. In all our years, we've never been apart, but now I can never see him again.

After the man named Hagrid picked me up on his motorcycle that dreadful night, I was transported across the world to London to meet with the supposed headmaster of this school Hagrid spoke so highly of. 

"My brother, what happened to him," I cried to the man with the long white beard in purple robes. I recognized him immediately from my dreams. The man known as Albus Dumbledore looked at me with kind eyes, eyes that felt compassion and sympathy for the pain I had just experienced. Needless to say, it took long conversations and a lot of convincing to find out I'm a witch.

"Somehow my dear child, your brother survived the accident," Dumbledore began, my eyes growing wide and some shimmer of hope gleaming on the horizon. "Oh my God, sir, please, I need to see him, he needs to be with me." Dumbledore signed and grabbed on to my hands. "My dear, your brother is what we call a muggle in our world, he shares no magical powers like you, and therefore cannot belong here."

"I promise, I promise we won't tell a soul, he's a quiet one, and so fragile, he won't last in the real world without me... without our parents," my eyes darkened as I looked down remembering what happened to our parents. Tears began falling from my face as I feared what could become of me. "But I don't belong here either do I, I belong in jail, a mental hospital, I killed my parents for God's sake."

Dumbledore sighed and spoke softly. "It's a grave thing truly what became of your parents, and I'm truly sorry Miss Moody that this happened to you, but this is no fault of yours. It is highly unusual that someone of your age doesn't show signs of having magic until now, but not impossible, and unfortunately the magic is often stronger than normal, but luckily I think we found you just in time." I looked up at the kind old man. What did I do to deserve this fate? I was dangerous, and my magic scared me. "And what about Kevin then, sir?"

"Kevin will go on to live a normal life, the memories of late completely removed. He won't remember your parents died, or that he almost did as well. Unfortunately my dear, this means we have to wipe all memories of you, and your life before."

"No, please, this can't happen, I'll do anything," I begged. "It's what's best for him my dear, the safest option. He will be placed in care of your distant relatives and go on to live the rest of his life like you never existed, and that way, no evil shall come to him, no danger."

My heart sank in my chest. I wanted to scream, to cry, to protest, but I knew he was right. Once upon a time, I was Kevin's protector, but now I was his biggest threat. 

From this moment on I knew what I had to do. I had to live my life with as little emotion as possible. I had to be careful not to get too close to anyone, I had to shut myself out so that no one else would get hurt by the hands of me.

It was now late February. The Gryffindor common room lively as Harry Potter had completed the second Triwizard task. I was happy for him truly, it seemed like things never seemed to go his way at this school, always having to save the day for everyone else. I liked that about him. He was a humble hero I always thought, always kind to me whenever we were paired up for class assignments or sitting together in the Great Hall. I never got too close to anyone here, but I wasn't a complete loner. To be honest though, I did keep in the common room as often as possible. I was careful to stay out of trouble. I never wandered, never rode a broom, never went off the grounds, even to Hogsmeade. I don't think I had ever seen the school at night before. Even though my heart desired for adventure, desired for more, I knew I couldn't risk anyone's safety, including my own.

That night, my dreams came alive again. However, this time, they felt different. Nightmare one, the graveyard, but something else, blue light, almost like wisps, leading me across to the grave with the name I couldn't place. I had never seen the blue light in my dream before. It hummed to me, almost as if it was calling my name. It felt like the same energy that hurt the bully in the library, and the same energy that had killed my parents, but this time, I felt more in control. Like it was a map, guiding me to where I needed to go.

 Nightmare two, the crystal ball room. The two men stood staring at one orb in particular. I now knew one of the men was Dumbledore, but the other man named Eleazar I still never met. But this time, the orb was glowing blue, the same blue, the same energy I felt before. 

Nightmare three, or perhaps, not a nightmare. A dream perhaps, of the boy reaching out to me in a room full of telescopes. The blue energy all around the room, like stars in the sky. Bedazzled was the only word I can think to describe the scene. Reaching out for me, I reached back out to him, only to be woken up by a burst of energy. It must have been the middle of the night as all the other 4th year girls were sound asleep in their beds. That damn blue light presented itself before me, almost like water, leading out the door of the common room.

I followed it.

I slipped out of bed, ever so slightly regretting my decision. However, maybe following this light would give me answers to what was happening to me. Wand in hand, I followed the light out of the common room and to the main staircase. I continued down the main staircase until it led me towards the great hall. I silently tiptoed, avoiding ghosts and the occasional prefect, knowing I wasn't allowed to be out of bed at this hour. It must have been at least 3 in the morning. The last thing I wanted to do was stir up any trouble, that was the old me. The new me never left her room. I for one did not want to know what a Hogwarts detention was like.

As I made my way into the great hall, I saw the blue energy slowly creep its way to the front where the teachers normally ate and where Dumbledore normally spoke. However, his podium was not there. It was the Triwizard cup.

 I glanced around the room, making sure no one was around and crept inside. I slowly walked towards the cup. The blue light now highlighting the cup perfectly. Suddenly, a hum in my ears. A calling. I felt like I needed to touch the cup. Like something was going to happen. I reached my hand up, inches away from the cup. Just a moment away, until...

"What do you think you're doing?"

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Who do you think it could be? I'm trying to get through this part of the story as quickly as I can, but I must make sure I give MC lots of depth and history before she makes it to the Hogwarts Legacy part of her story. I hope you guys like where this is going! <3 Maddz