❝ I'm sorry you were not truly loved and that made you cruel ❞ Unknown
Celeste Baker just wanted her home and family to be safe and if that meant travelling back in time to stop it all, she would.
However, she wasn't prepared to be thrown into a gam...
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𝖂hen Celeste finally found that the spinning had stopped, she found herself in a warm lit room. It was the Headmaster's office, but not like she had ever seen it before. The stone was cast in a yellow sort of glow from the candles, wax dripping softly to the floor. Paintings murmured on the wall, all of them asleep and snoring, and Celeste twisted in confusion. This wasn't like the Headmaster's office that she could remember, which was cold and dark.
Had she done it? The Dark Lord wasn't there, so had she actually managed to do it. Hurrying to the windows, Celeste peered outside, seeing all the towers were in their normal place, the courtyard was clear of debris, there were no spell marks and the Quidditch hoops were towering in the distance, the stands surrounding them. It couldn't be true. Had she truly done it?
Twisting back around, Celeste leant over the desk finding the Daily Prophet atop it and picking it up.
September 2nd 1942, it said, clear as day. Muggle war rages on across Europe as Grindelwald's forces advance.
Her knees seemed to go weak, she had done it, her hand going up to clutch the time turner. Except, it wasn't there.
"Shit." She hissed, turning around and looking for it. Kneeling down, she looked beneath the desk, finally seeing it under the cupboard in the corner of the room. Ducking down, she put her hand into the dust, grabbing the time turner and cursing once more as she felt it whirring in her hands.
Pulling back, her face paled as she looked at the time turner.
"Not good. Not good at all." She mumbled, looking at the cracks around the outer rim, how it was barely being held together in some places. "No, no, no."
If the time turner was broken, how would she get back? What would she do? All of her resources, all of the adults she trusted were in the future and she was here with no way back. She couldn't get back.
"Oh shit, I actually did it." Her tone was less jubilant now, the relief of actually reaching the right time period not nearly as good as it had been a little earlier. She was in the past and now her plan had to work, or she would be screwed. It had to do well. "What have I done?"
Behind her, the door started to open and Celeste was quick to shove the time turner deep into her pocket, beside her wand, hiding it quickly. She turned, finding an older man walking in. He had salt and pepper hair, slicked back from his temple, and a robe that reminded Celeste far too much of the colour of blood for her to find any comfort in it whatsoever. She recognised him from his painting that she'd seen being burnt in the future, Armando Dippet, the predecessor of Albus Dumbledore.
He turned, his expression growing confused as he found her.
"You must be the headmaster." Celeste spoke first, her panic being hidden behind a mask of calm. "My name is Celeste Baker, I'm a new student in my sixth year.
