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❝𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌, 𝐌𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.❞ 

Mine and Neville's moment is rudely interrupted by Dumbledore. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I pull away from Neville and face the old idjit. Cedric and I lock eyes and I walk over to him and Dumbledore, who was holding a time-turner, letting it dangle down.

"Now, when you are there, I want you both to immediately find me and give me this," Dumbledore hands Cedric a letter, "this explains who you two are and what you are doing there, and to help you both come up with a story to prevent anything messing this up," Dumbledore then hands me the time-turner and I step closer to Cedric, putting it over the both of us. "Now, I want you to spin this [I have no idea how many times they would need to spin it so just make up a random number lol] times." 

Noticing my hands shaking, Cedric gently takes it from my hands, sending me a reassuring, loving look. I feel tears well up in my eyes as he begins to turn it and a sob sounds from behind me. I turn to look at Neville to see his face scrunched up, "I love you, brother," My voice cracks as he begins to fade away.

"I love you too, sister," The last thing I see is him breaking down into a fit of sobs before he disappears completely.

But the last words I hear are what makes my blood boil in anger, "Remember, this is all for the Greater Good,"


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I let out the breath that I was holding for God knows how long as Cedric gently takes the time turner from around our necks and places it in his pocket. He tightly grasps my hand as we both look around and the first thing we see is a much younger version of Dumbledore standing a few meters away from us, eying us both suspiciously.

"Now, who might you two be?" The man asks creepily, raising a brow at us. It took everything in me to not groan aloud. Of course he would be the first person we see here. 

Knowing I wouldn't willingly do it myself, Cedric takes the letter from me and hands it to the old coot. Dumbledore takes it from him and carefully opens it, a curious twinkle in his eyes. I watch as his expression turns from confusion, to surprise and lastly satisfaction. "Well then, I suppose it is safe to say that you two will need different last names and to be sorted. Mr. Diggory, you are technically in your seventh year, correct?" Cedric nods his head, taking my hand back into his. "And you, Miss. Longbottom, you are in your sixth year? The same year as Mr. Riddle?" I nod.

"Would it be possible to be moved down to sixth year. Professor? To make things easier," Cedric questions, squeezing my hand. I start to feel a little giddy at the thought of him being in sixth year with me. If he is, he won't be leaving me on my own when he graduates.

"Of course, Mr. Diggory, as it shall make things a lot easier for you," Dumbledore confirms and I roll my eyes, he basically just repeated what Cedric just said. "Now then, the letter from my future self states that you, Miss. Longbottom, shall go by Isabelle Emrys," My eyes go wide. He wants me to go by my birth name? "And you, Mr. Diggory, are to use the surname Beaufort," He glances at our robes, eyeing the Hufflepuff yellow on them and with a wave of his wand, they turned plain, like how they were before our sorting in first year. 

I watch Dumbledore cautiously, "What is the date, Professor?"

"It is 1st of September, 1943, Miss. Emrys. The students shall be arriving at Hogsmeade Station any minute now," He answers with that odd twinkle in his eyes, "Speaking of, I shall send a Patronus to Headmaster Dippet informing him of our two new sixth years who are in need sorting."

I watch, amazed, as Dumbledore performs the spell and a Phoenix dances around the room before leaving. 

"Both of you, take each of my arms, I need to meet the first years at the station, and you both should enter the Great Hall with them to avoid suspicion," Cedric takes Dumbledore's left arm and I, hesitantly, take his left. All of a sudden, I feel extremely light headed as we are squished into a tight tube, and the Headmaster's office disappears.






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