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35|. follow your heart

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" When the evening falls
And I'm left there with my thoughts. "

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I'm about to have the most awkward conversation ever in my life; no, it's not the 'birds and the bees' talk which I still don't know why it's called that. I only know because a few Hogwarts students aren't really that smart, not using a silencing charm in their little endeavours in the cupboards - I'm getting off topic here.

I'm sat infront of Professor Dumbledore to consult him about the huge mess I've just made and it sounded so easy in my head but now that I'm here and meeting eyes with him, I can't form a word. I am about to talk to my Headmaster about my love life! How bloody ridiculous.

"Professor I might've made a big change in this past, it will affect the future greatly," this is why time is not to be meddled with. "It's uhh," I'm so glad he's patient with me, watching me through his spectacles with that very familiar twinkle in his eye.

"As I've told you before, James and Lily's son will be the saviour of the wizarding world," he nodded as a gesture that he was following along, aside how small mu voice is and how much it cracked. I can't blurt out the last sentence, it's so easy in my head and I've finally formed it yet I feel like chocking everytime I try to let it out.

I took a deep breath and on my exhale: "JamesPotterisinlovewithme." I left the part where I am reciprocating the feelings and sank lower in my seat while Dumbledore's expression wasn't even fazed.

Time is a serious thing and I just messed shit up, shouldn't he expel me? Send me to Azkaban, even! "Do you remember anything from your death, Ms.Fallencrest?" I stiffened in my seat, I haven't been called that name in so long I almost forgot who I really was.

I'm no hero from the future; coming to right all the wrongs, no cool Slytherin who bonds with Gryffindors for inter-house unity, no best friend to three amazing girls and no special. Who I am, is a girl who will never have a story of her own to write, a girl that will and always be nothing more than a background character.

"No, Professor." I swallowed thickly, I was too preoccupied with my self-depprecating monologue that I took too long to answer.

"Are you sure?" He had both eyebrows raised and a small smile on his lips.

I furrowed my brows in an attempt to focus on the night I died, I was running around dodging spells and throwing a few in return until an unknown voice ended my life. What a pity I didn't see the face of my killer, a pity I will never know who I should curse for taking me to a much worse situation.

Then it hit me, "I felt like I was falling. It was never-ending but I didn't feel scared, I actually felt at peace. . ." he shuffled in his seat, I get the discomfort. It's not everytime someone tells you how they died and how it felt.

"Then this voice spoke, It said something like: "Not yet little one. You still have a chance.", what does it mean Professor?" I was visibly frustrated with how I have widened my eyes and how tired my voice sounded.

"I'm afraid I don't know Ms.Fallencrest but you've been getting quiet close to Mr.Potter, right?" I just told him that the git is inlove with me, I nodded as a response.

"Have you ever come to think that maybe it's you and Mr.Potter being together is what the future needs?" Yes. So many times, but I also think it's selfish of me to imagine a future where it's the two of us. "If I was meant to be here, why not just have me born at this time?" I was asking useless questions because the man in front of me, although wise, cannot possibly know everything so I cleared my throat,