SKYFALL | hotd&hp

000 | back to the past

• the will of gods •

[ two days after the death of visenya velaryon ]

【prolouge: back to the past 】

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"I feel like I'm going to be sick," Seraphina 'Sera' Potter muttered, resting her sweaty forehead against the cool surface of the desk. She sighed as a gentle hand brushed through the top of her braided hair.

"It's going to be okay," Hermione, her best mate, murmured soothingly. "We'll get through this together."

Sera tried to sit up, but another wave of nausea forced her head back down, the dull ache in her skull barely registering as memories of her death washed over her. She recalled the terror of a humongous dragon chasing her, the sensation of her leg being ripped apart, her screams as she fell to the ocean below, and the agonizing impact that shattered her bones. The memory of being dead—killed by Voldemort—had been quick and painless, just as Sirius had told her. But this... this particular death from a previous life made her tremble. The gruesome truth that her previous self's uncle had chased her down, sought revenge, and tried to ruin her virtue sent waves of anger and revulsion down her spine.

Blearily, she raised her eyes to find familiar stormy grey ones staring back at her. She exhaled shakily as Helios Malfoy stood up from the ritual circle, his fine white robes stained with blood—hers, his, and their friends'.

A cold palm caressed her warm forehead, and she sighed in relief. "We don't have to do this," Helios said softly.

Sera's hand shot out, gripping Helios' wrist with surprising strength. "We have to," she gritted out, a wild gleam in her eyes. "I've been haunted by these fucking dreams my whole life. We need to put an end to this."

"We can end this by simply not going back," Helios retorted, his voice calm but firm.

"We would," Sera snapped, her temper flaring as she stood up, her red Auror robes swirling around her as she walked toward the ritual circle. "But you yourself said how important it is to go back."

"Not at the expense of your health, Sera," Helios countered, concern lacing his words.

"I'll recover," Sera replied, her voice softening at his worry. "The ritual is draining, yes, but it's not every day we go back this far. We can't break the chain, Heli!"

"She's right, mate," Ron chimed in from his spot, shrugging at the betrayed look Atlas shot him. "If we break the chain, our existence will vanish. We can't doom human civilization."

Sera saw the way Helios clenched his jaw, his temper rising. "You bloody Gryffindors," he spat, and in that moment, he resembled his father, Lucius, so much that the others had to stifle their laughter. Atlas would have an aneurysm if he knew they were comparing him to his wastrel of a father.