𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮.. | Tom Riddle |

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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Lyra:

I sat up straight, gasping for air. My whole body felt like jelly, and my head was spinning like those muggle tops. I looked around, and saw I was in the Hospital Wing. 

What happened? Why did the time turner do that?

While I questioned what happened with the time turner, a young lady walked up to me, carrying multiple healing substances that I could not recognize. 

"Lay down, your body needs rest." She said sternly, in a voice that was rather familiar...Madam Pomfrey?? The time turner must have worked a little too well, because Madam Pomfrey looked about 50 years younger.

"I- What happened?" I asked her, laying down in shock. 

"You were found unconscious in the Western Tower. Do you remember what happened?" Madam Pomfery asked, handing me a vial with a watery blue substance inside, "Drink up."

Instead of telling her the horrible truth, I resorted to lying, "No- I don't. All I remember is walking down the hallway, then ending up here." Unable to look at her in the eyes, I just drank the healing substance, which left a cool sensation in my throat and made the throbbing in my head lessen.

"Very well then. I recommend you rest for another hour before resuming to your classes." With that, she left to help another student and I was left alone.

What year is it even?

Luckily, there was a calendar on the wall opposite to me, and I could read: 'October 24, 1943."

1. 9. 4. 3. Are you kidding me? I traveled more than 50 years backwards. What am I going to do?

And then it dawned on me...I broke the time turner. There was physically no way for me to go back home. My eyes filled with tears, my whole life, gone with a couple twists of a dial.

I quickly wiped away my tears and tried to reassure myself, there was a way to get back, I just needed a new time turner.

Where can I get a new time turner...

Then I remembered. Before Harry and his friends went to the Department of Mysteries, there were a bunch of time turners there. Maybe they would have some this time, 50 years ago. 

It's not much, but it's something. 

I stood up, reinvigorated by this plan, walking out of the door before realizing, Wait, how do I get into the Department of Mysteries? I could ask someone, but who could I trust? I knew absolutely no one here, except maybe a few teachers.

That's it! 

I was going to ask a teacher, specifically the Transfiguration teacher at this time: Albus Dumbledore. Before he died, I was never particularly close to him, nor did I have any special connection like the Chosen One did. However, I was hopeful that after learning about my situation, he'd tell me what to do.

I wandered over to the Transfiguration class, where I was lucky to find, after peeking in through a gap, that the only person in there was a very young looking, a very ginger, Albus Dumbledore. 

I suddenely felt awkward, What was I going to say to him? I mean, how do you start a conversation on how you went 50 years back in time by accident?

I cleared my throat, brushed off my robes, and walked in before stopping to say, "Professor Dumbledore?" He flips to the next page of his book, waiting what felt like an hour before saying, "Yes?" 

"I- er, I have to explain something to you." He sighed and looked up from his book, his blue eyes seemingly piercing through me.

"Very well. Sit down then." He said, gesturing to a chair and closing his book with a thump. I sat down, trying to figure out what to say to him, but before I could, Dumbledore started, "You're not from this time are you?"