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The Second wizarding war ended and I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye to him.
"I guess you Gryffindors really do fight till the end." I cannot figure out who is talking to me. All of them have masks. "Don´t be a coward and show your face." I spit out some blood. Few Deatheaters laugh. "If you say so," he mocks me, "you won´t be alive for long anyway, filthy mudblood." The mask from his face vanishes and his ice cold eyes pierce right through me.
Lucius Malfoy.
"Happy to see me?" he jeers. I should have taken a knife with me. Or a dagger. Maybe if I stabbed him, the pride in him would finally shrink a little. "Fuck you," I smile sarcastically. "Well as I can remember, you lost. So why can´t you be smart and surrender?" His wand presses uncomfortably into my jaw.
"Well, we might have lost, but are you sure your dear family survived? I heard Narcissa wasn't so lucky," I grin. "Crucio," he snarls.
Every inch of my body burns. I let out a painful cry as my knees gave out. Two Deatheaters hold me in place, so after a while, I´m just hanging limp in their arms. I really should learn when to shut up.
"Lock her up," he looks down on me, snaps my wand in half and throws it away.
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I lay on the stone floor in my cell. My hands still spasm, no matter how hard I try to calm myself. We should have won. We did everything we could.
Yet it´s not over. I still have a chance to change everything. Sure, it´s 50/50 I survive it, but I would do anything for the Order. For Harry. And I know he would do anything for me, for the Order. He was just busy with the war, but he still saw me as his best friend. And Ron do as well. The war just made it difficult for them to show it.
Time travel always fascinated me. When one does not know about magic till the age of eleven, there are many things they will never really believe, they will always be kind of a mystery for them. Time travel is one of my mysteries. Of course I have some experience with it, after all it was me who was gifted the time turner. But even though I traveled back in time a lot, I still see it as unexplored. It´s unpredictable and dangerous.
So there wasn't really a doubt who will be the one who will make and drink that potion. As Harry told me - I was the best chance we had if we lost. But there was one problem. The potion was helpful and deadly at the same time. There was 50/50 chance it will kill me. If my magic wasn't strong enough, my body would treat the potion as a poison.
I take the vial of golden potion out of my pocket. This is one last chance for us. I cannot fail, everyone depends on me. And If I success, maybe Harry and others will survive.
I open the vial and drink it. It doesn't take much time before I lose consciousness.