Albus Potter got the timeturner and after some failures he still wants to change the past.
He decides to try if rumours were true. Is it possible that the young Voldemort had feelings for some forgotten young witch? What if her death actually destro...
And there's no remedy For memory Your face is like a melody, It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me And telling me That everything is fine But I wish I was dead (dead like you)
Every time I close my eyes It's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you Won't be waiting on the other side
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31st October 1981 Godric's Hollow
Susan took away the small device from around her neck. She wasn't sure about what she did, but she was satisfied. Her eyes lingered in the Time-Turner, a device of extraordinary power like many she saw in her whole life but extreme power always meant extreme danger. She succeded in what she believed impossible. She travelled in an alternative timeline, an alternative reality and she found the one who started that circle. Even if she couldn't tell why the Time-Turner brought her at that moment when some weeks passed from Albus's return and not right when he came back from her past as she wished. Time had its secrets. She sat on a bench thinking of her visit to her own grave. A big paradox. And she wasn't looking forward to know the consequences. But she felt peace, as she was used to find it whenever she went on that hill in that forest. And she understood why her Lord always dispised that place. Many many years ago when they were merely two students at Hogwarts, when Susan got a cryptical vision about her future meeting with Grindelwald, Tom Riddle saw something that predicted her premature death. He saw himself running on that hill looking for her, but she was dead. And he couldn't prevent that from happening. But she was grateful he realized her untold dream of letting her sleep forever on the hill.
Susan stood up feeling as a ghost. She had to forget about that timeline and all the awful things she discovered. She was alive and no more games with time were allowed. She threw the Time-Turner on the stony floor and crushed it with her foot, then made it become ashes with a wave of her hand. Duties were calling her somewhere else. She walked to the near small village. Darkness was falling and it would have been the darkest Halloween night. Voldemort was near a chuch, lost into his thoughts. The witch slowed down scanning his features. In the alternative future world she saw how his story turned without her, she saw how inhuman he became, his appearance was beastly. In her reality his many murders ruined his handsome face, but not that much. He just looked like a tired adult man in his fifties. Only when strong emotions were shaking him his eyes turned scarily red. Susan lived almost her whole life with him so she was used to everything about him, but she could understand the fear everyone else felt at his sight, even his name was enough to scare anyone. He did incredible things, he mastered all kind of dark arts. He didn't become teacher at Hogwarts as he hoped, but the once Knights' descendants became his loyal new followers, knew as DeathEaters. Susan was his right arm, his shadow. Dark magic helped her to survive so long, but she was still fully human. She never agreed to murder in order to split her soul and create a horcrux. She used the unforgivable curse few times, preferring other ways of killing. She was the mistress of poisons after all.
