beasts & monsters [on hold]

- Chapter 1 -

Standing before the Hogwarts Express once again, Wilbur lets out a deep sigh, already wanting to leave again.

He couldn't believe how stupid it was to travel back into time so many years.

Now he didn't travel back and watched his younger version or something like that. No.

Whatever that old geezer had, was not a time turner how everyone knows it. It was rather turning back the time around someone and that person as well. Rewinding everything that happened to the user of the time turner and the user itself.

With a frustrated shake of his head, the young Gryffindor stepped into the express after giving up his stuff to the worker and looks for a free compartment.

One where he doesn't have to deal with any annoying children.

Not finding any empty compartments, Wilbur settles on one filled with Gryffindor students he recognized from his classes.

With a small smile and a wave, he sits down next to one of the calmer boys and takes out a book, trying to take his mind off the orphanage and the incoming future.

He knows that he can't tell anyone anything. It would cause a butterfly effect. Maybe even ruin his chances at saving his professor and friends.

He scoffs at the last part. "Friends" right. Since when did the brown-haired boy call those fellow students "friends?" That's new, even for him.

Wilbur doesn't have friends. Companions yes but not friends.

A loud sound shakes the boy from his thoughts as he snaps his head up to the rowdy friend group, rolling his eyes as he watches them goof off. Sadly, being reminded about a certain Hufflepuff group, making his already bad mood sink even further.

His eyebrow twitches as he starts to get overwhelmed by all the noise, breathing through his nose heavily as he tries and fails to blend them out.

The noise starting to get overwhelming, his fingers twitching and clenching around the page in his grip.

Having enough, he rigidly stands up and marches out of the compartment, eyes wild as he tries to calm his racing thoughts and sporadic breath.

His eyes going back and forth, from foot to foot as he refuses to look at the faces of the ones that are destined to be killed. Destined to be killed by that fool's lover.

He can't understand how they could be so happy and easy going, 'till he remembers that they don't know what he knows.

Taking a deep breath, he puts his shaking hands into his robes and keeps walking with his head down, hitting someone with his shoulder.

He looks up and was about to apologize as the words die on his tongue.

Instead he fights back his tears as he stares up at the older man. A shuddering exhale leaving his parted lips.

The tall dual-eyed man staring down at Wilbur in confusion and softly laying his hand onto the boy's shoulder as he speaks: "Are you alright, young man?"

Tears pool in the young Gryffindors eyes and without a thought he tackles the new professor in a hug, apologizing repeatedly.

A worried glint appears in the older man's gaze as he brings the student with him to his own compartment, leading the crying boy and patting the smaller ones back with a soft hand.