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A/N: Here is the 5th chapter. I hope you all enjoy! Please leave me a review to let me know what you think!
The group pressed on beneath the towering forest canopy, their steps growing more difficult as the undergrowth thickened. Moss and damp soil scented the air, mingling with the distant call of a nightjar. Twisted roots sprawled across the path, threatening to trip them. Above, pale moonlight struggled to penetrate the leafy cover, casting shifting patterns on the ground while the three advanced, their breaths forming mist in the cool air. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmQpxAKqtwt
The path led them deeper into the woods until thick branches parted, revealing a small clearing. In this open space, the oppressive darkness retreated, making room for a patch of ground covered with fallen leaves and air that felt noticeably warmer. A fire crackled and spat at the centre, throwing flickering golden light that danced across nearby tree trunks and cast long shadows over the mossy ground. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IywaIiRV0
Draco Malfoy sat before the flames, his knees drawn up and his posture tense. He fixed his eyes on the fire, searching for answers within its glow. The warm light sharpened the angles of his face and picked out the silvery-blond hair falling over his brow. Leaves rustled and footsteps crunched, breaking the silence. Draco snapped his gaze upwards in alarm, the firelight glinting in his wide, blue eyes. Confusion twisted his features as he swiftly yanked his wand from his robes, adopting a defensive stance and preparing to confront whoever had entered the clearing.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡseVmIIgyCf
Draco narrowed his eyes, the silvery-blue intensity flickering in the firelight as he pointed his wand at them. He gripped it tightly, his knuckles tense with nervousness, and kept his posture stiff, every muscle ready to react. He straightened his back and squared his shoulders defensively, letting unease replace his usual calm. ‘What are they doing here?’ he asked, his voice sharp and brittle, making clear his surprise and discomfort at Ron and Hermione’s sudden appearance alongside Snape.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgfcc7VJRn
Ron snapped his wand up as soon as Draco adopted a defensive stance. Suspicion hardened his jaw and lit a determined sparkle in his eyes as he aimed his wand at Draco, standing his ground. ‘We should be asking you that, ferret,’ Ron retorted coldly, letting his disdain and challenge ring through his tone. The clearing became charged with the electric energy of their standoff. Both boys braced themselves, wands raised and breaths fogging in the cool gloom, as silence pressed in and tempers flared. Their rivalry and mistrust stood out vividly beneath the flickering firelight as they waited for the first move, muscles tightly coiled in anticipation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwlvlJlQ13E
Snape exhaled sharply before commanding firmly, ‘Put your wands away, now!’ His low, authoritative tone echoed through the clearing, leaving no room for dissent. He strode purposefully into the camp, his black robes flowing behind him and his footsteps heavy with exhaustion, muffled by damp leaves. The high tension in the clearing remained, with an almost tangible hostility, but Snape’s clear command made it evident that he would not tolerate further disputes. As he approached the fire, his presence diminished the remaining light, casting a long shadow and embodying a vigilant sentinel determined to impose order.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjBq0lrwecB
Ron and Draco locked eyes, their hostility unmistakable as they glared at one another, their eyes narrowing and their jaws clenching. Unspoken tension crackled in the crisp air while both stood rigid and defensive, neither willing to back down first. The snap of twigs in the fire and the distant rustle of leaves briefly broke the silence before they grudgingly lowered their wands and complied with Snape’s order. Draco barely moved his lips as he cursed under his breath, bitterness carving itself into his features. He slumped back beside the fire with a sullen huff, his body taut and ready to spring up at any moment. Snape perched on a nearby tree stump, letting his long black robes pool around him as he fixed his weary gaze on the fire, the flickering flames casting shadows over the sharp contours of his face.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEDSrDM0Xbl
Snape watched Ron and Hermione, picking up on their hesitation as they nervously glanced about the clearing, clearly feeling out of place. Snape fixed them with an intense, expectant stare. ‘Take a seat, we have much to discuss,’ he stated in a steady, commanding voice, abruptly breaking the tense quiet and startling the Gryffindors. Ron hurried to obey, almost tripping over a gnarled root in his haste. Hermione lingered for a moment, scanning the faces around the fire before she finally lowered herself onto the mossy ground, remaining tense and guarded.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8J2qOUJWPP
Hermione cautiously watched Snape, noticing him staring into the flickering flames with an unreadable, contemplative expression. The firelight threw shadows across his sharp features and accentuated the tired lines around his mouth. The embers’ soft crackling illuminated the hollows of his cheeks and the rigid set of his jaw, making him appear even more mysterious and remote.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeXpVN8vEUM
Draco leaned forward nearby, tension evident in his posture as he furrowed his brow in concentration. He propped his head on one hand, his expression betraying both boredom and restless agitation. With his other hand, he tapped his wand in a quick, silent rhythm on his knee, the tip briefly catching the light each time. The soft tapping echoed through the quiet clearing, emphasising his mounting impatience. Messy strands of his silvery-blond hair fell over his eyes, accentuating the tightness of his jaw. He shifted his gaze between the flames and the faces surrounding him, searching for meaning or reassurance in the uncertain night.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwPwtbXsYH
Draco finally let out a heavy sigh and let his shoulders slump. He shot a pointed glance at Snape, curling his lips into a sardonic half-smile that barely disguised his irritation. He cut through the stillness with a sharp, sarcastic, and direct voice. ‘So, Snape, did you bring us all here for a reason, or is this just an early death-day party?’ Draco challenged him, raising one eyebrow in deliberate provocation. He kept his gaze steady, his tone both defensive and mocking, letting his brittle boldness betray his unease. He shifted restlessly on the mossy ground and tapped his wand against his knee with impatience.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwqIz1Jac8
Snape glared sharply at Draco, narrowing his dark eyes into slits to make it clear his patience was nearly spent. He reached into his pocket with careful, deliberate movements. He drew out a worn envelope—the letter Dumbledore had given him—and paused for a moment, contemplating its importance and the possible consequences. The envelope, weighted with the old wizard’s intent, filled him with both comfort and a sense of foreboding. Snape fixed his gaze on the letter, clenching his jaw and hunching his shoulders slightly, as though bracing himself. He gripped the faded envelope, still sealed with faint wax, treating it with care despite its fragile appearance, and made its significance unmistakable. The meticulous fold of the parchment and the lingering scent of old ink actively signalled secrets and instructions crafted with confidence.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhm3AMGadBo
Snape finally handed the envelope to Hermione with a quick, silent gesture. Cautiously, she accepted it, her fingers trembling slightly as she examined the elegant handwriting on the front. She immediately recognised Dumbledore’s flowing, distinctive script—just as she’d seen in his Pensieve memory. Holding the envelope with reverence, Hermione realised she now possessed something rare and meaningful—a connection to Dumbledore’s wisdom and possibly the answers they all needed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6qaUy9qrq
Hermione abruptly lifted her gaze and noticed Ron, Draco, and Snape all watching her intently, their eyes brimming with expectation and curiosity. She drew a deep breath to steady herself, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm the fluttering nerves in her stomach. With care, she broke the seal and opened the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly. She withdrew the thick, creamy parchment, its edges tinged with age. As she did, the subtle scent of old ink and wax drifted up, conjuring memories of the ancient tomes in the Hogwarts library.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdDeAsiCED
Hermione turned the envelope over in her hands, examining it closely. When she tilted it slightly, a delicate necklace slipped out and landed softly in her palm with a faint, musical clink, surprising her. The intricate chain, made of fine silvery links, shimmered subtly in the firelight. A detailed pendant hung from the chain, decorated with tiny, sparkling stones and inscribed with delicate, barely visible looping runes. The metalwork displayed remarkable detail, with each twist and spiral catching the light. Hermione gasped in awe, captivated by the necklace’s beauty and the mysterious aura it exuded.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiq6QbUZA0u
Draco and Ron moved closer, flanking Hermione on either side as they examined the mysterious necklace. Draco watched every movement with keen, evaluative eyes as he attempted to interpret the runes. Ron, filled with wonder and suspicion, hovered just over Hermione’s shoulder, instinctively reaching out his hand before pulling it back. The three sat tightly together, anticipation thick between them as the necklace became a tangible symbol of the secrets and magic now linking their destinies.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnux7Y3RpJY
Hermione held the necklace up and examined it closely, watching how the firelight reflected on its delicate metalwork. ‘A Time Turner?’ she quietly questioned, her voice tinged with both wonder and doubt as she focused more intently on the pendant. The unexpectedly heavy chain, despite its size, felt cool and smooth against her skin. As she twisted her wrist, she gently spun the pendant, making it form slow, mesmerising circles.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzbwBVsWCj
Hermione turned the necklace in her hands, revealing the intricate inscriptions carved into its surface. She had to tilt the pendant towards the fire to read the incredibly delicate runes, so precisely etched that the light picked out every detail. Ancient script traced the edge in a fine, flowing pattern, and tiny, sparkling stones—set with meticulous care—glowed as if lit from within. Clusters of delicate filigree wrapped around the centre of the pendant, their arrangement shifting depending on the angle: at one moment, they resembled a clock face; at another, a swirling, frozen cloud of silver smoke; and at another, an hourglass.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0vWInY1dl
‘No, it’s similar, but these inscriptions...’ she muttered, creasing her brow as she tried to interpret the strange symbols. She found some runes resembling Arithmancy diagrams, while others shimmered with enchantment, refusing to form recognisable patterns. The metal radiated a faint warmth—a quiet, dormant magical hum that suggested hidden power. Hermione shook her head, confusion clear on her face, and she examined the necklace further, brushing her fingers lightly across its surface as she searched for its secrets through touch alone. Its mysterious design and strange energy sparked her curiosity, hinting at enchantments or functions far beyond those of a regular Time Turner. She drew a deep breath, anticipation shivering through her at the thought of uncovering its secrets if she could only decipher its riddles.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMoHCdeky7
‘Do you know what it is, Hermione?’ Ron asked, clearly intrigued as he accepted the necklace from her with care. The pendant pressed cool and smooth against his skin, heavier than he had anticipated. He hesitated, fingers poised above its detailed sections. A faint magical hum emanated from the necklace, tempting and slightly unsettling him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZwLDIs6Zs
Alarm flashed in Hermione’s eyes as she spotted Ron’s imminent movement. She instinctively seized his hand with a firm, urgent grip. ‘Don’t touch the pendant!’ she shouted, her voice sharp and tinged with genuine fear. Her sudden warning shattered the silence that had settled around them. Hermione gripped Ron’s hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her fingers trembling. She fixed him with a pleading look, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened, fear and resolve on her face. Ron and Draco, taken aback, quietly observed her—both recognising that the pendant had shaken her deeply.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgVTW6bncFW
Ron frowned in confusion and quickly pulled back his hand. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, his uncertainty clear as he looked to Hermione for answers. Anxiety mingled with embarrassment, bringing a faint flush to his neck. He glanced between Hermione and the pendant, searching her face for any clue about her sudden unease. For a moment, he caught his breath and shifted uncomfortably, trying to understand what hidden danger might come from touching the enchanted necklace.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNS0bSYdkN
‘Whatever you do, don’t touch those separate sections. If it’s like a Time Turner, who knows what could happen,’ Hermione warned, her urgent words breaking the tense silence. Hermione’s eyes darted to the pendant, its swirling runes glowing faintly in response to her alarm. She quickly took the necklace from Ron’s hands, making sure not to let her fingers brush the intricate, segmented parts. For an instant, the magic hummed more intensely, the silvery links vibrating subtly between her fingers. Hermione drew a deep breath and gently folded the necklace back into the envelope, the delicate chain whispering across the parchment as she tucked it away. She cradled the envelope protectively in her hands, shielding the four of them from any unseen dangers lurking within.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKjF8VhgfFl
Snape sighed, exhaustion and irritation heavy in the sound, which drew the three students’ attention away from the mysterious necklace. The flickering firelight emphasised the subtle lines of fatigue that now marked his usually stern, unreadable face. He fixed his narrowed, deep-set eyes on Hermione, Ron, and Draco, their eager faces bathed in the warm glow. With a hint of impatience, he finally spoke in a clipped but not unkind tone, saying, ‘If you’re quite finished, it might be wise to read the letter.’ As he finished, Snape shook his head slightly, greasy strands of hair falling across his brow and showing his growing frustration with their slow progress.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02otdjIohg
Hermione scrutinised Snape intently, her suspicion clear in every glance. She squared her shoulders, alert and rigid, and narrowed her eyes to observe every nuance of his expression. With a swift, decisive motion, she thrust the parchment towards him, the envelope snapping sharply in the firelight and drawing everyone’s attention. In a tone that blended challenge with curiosity, she asked, ‘Do you know what this letter is about?’ Hermione narrowed her eyes, determination shining in their hazel depths as she watched Snape closely for any sign of reaction. She scrutinised every detail; her brow furrowed and lips pressed thin, searching for answers behind his emotionless mask. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdjDZltvCr
Snape exhaled deeply, and weariness showed clearly in his expression. He fixed Hermione with a surprisingly subdued look, letting a rare touch of vulnerability replace his usual calm. ‘No, I don’t know what the letter is about,’ he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual sharpness. Admitting this seemed to unsettle him more than he wanted to reveal, as if displaying uncertainty before his ex-students cost him dearly. Snape slumped his shoulders and softened his posture, making himself appear less stiff than usual. He briefly glanced at Ron and Draco, letting a flicker of doubt show in his eyes, before he refocused on Hermione. ‘And I doubt Albus ever expected I’d be here with you when it was opened,’ he said, speaking in a careful tone laden with meaning. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxD0jYD8bfC
Snape paused, choosing his words thoughtfully as he pinched the bridge of his nose to regain composure—a sign that he struggled with mental fatigue and kept his worries suppressed, ‘He told me it was important—critical, even. I believe these are instructions, but I don’t know their content.’ 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5FUIbnrOOH
Hermione furrowed her brow in concentration and nodded thoughtfully as she sought silent reassurance from Ron. She carefully slid her finger under the seal and unfolded the letter, letting the crisp parchment rustle softly in the quiet that enveloped the clearing. Rapidly, she scanned the elegant, looping script, sharpening her gaze as she examined each detail. Hermione paused briefly, uncertainty flickering across her face as she hesitated, lips slightly parted. She drew a slow breath and, with confusion and a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, said, ‘Wait,’ while her fingers tightened around the parchment. ‘This is only addressed to me and… Malfoy?’ She lifted her gaze to Snape, her expression open and searching, eyes wide with puzzlement as she tried to make sense of the unexpected revelation. The doubt in her gaze showed not only her confusion about the letter’s contents but also her unease with being personally addressed—especially given that Ron’s name was missing.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLxXmgSJifn
Snape shrugged. ‘Dumbledore never explained, only told me to deliver it,’ he said, letting a brief smirk appear before it quickly faded. He kept his eyes guarded, revealing nothing of his thoughts, and folded his hands in front of him, maintaining a calm detachment. His response did little to reassure, leaving Hermione and the others feeling uncertain about Dumbledore’s true intentions and causing their curiosity and unease to grow.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2QZ13NI5ia
Ron sat quietly, staring at his hands as he tried to understand why the letter had left him out. He clenched his fingers tighter in his lap, turning his knuckles white as he fought to stay grounded in the moment. Doubt simmered within him, nibbling at his confidence. An unsettling thought suddenly struck him: did Professor Dumbledore think I wouldn’t be here—did he believe I would... die? The idea chilled him to the core, sending his heart pounding as he struggled to push it aside. He pressed his lips together, jaw tightening with frustration, and squeezed his eyes shut, determined to block out the clearing and silence his fears. The letter’s omission left him feeling deeply alone and cut off.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhtHfksPSW
Hermione gently squeezed Ron’s hand, reassuring him by slowly tracing circles over his skin and anchoring him with her steady presence. Her warm touch persistently cut through his doubts. Ron looked at her, saw her soft, empathetic expression and eyes full of concern and encouragement, and nodded slightly in gratitude, offering a faint smile of appreciation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Ezhi7IVAY
Hermione bit her lip and furrowed her brow, focusing intently on the elegant letter. As silence settled over the clearing, everyone fixed their eyes on her, while her hands trembled slightly, gripping the parchment. She drew a steadying breath and looked up, meeting the expectant gazes of Ron, Draco, and Snape, who waited for her next move. At last, she chose to read the letter aloud. She spoke in a calm, precise voice, breaking the thick silence:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASvDzYAGn7
Dear Miss Hermione Jean Granger and Mr Draco Lucius Malfoy,45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwGOWFLeqzr
If my letter has reached you, I trust that Severus has supported you in my absence, stepping in where I was unable. I sincerely apologise for not being present during such a difficult and demanding time. Sadly, circumstances forced me to seek redemption for my personal mistakes. I deeply regret my absence, but please understand it was essential for me to try to rectify the results of my selfish choices.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3M3xl3jURr
It is those very mistakes that have led you to read this letter now instead of living a normal life and enjoying your final year at Hogwarts.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohK96PiZxS
Hermione paused, puzzling over the letter. ‘What does Professor Dumbledore mean by saying it’s his mistake?’ she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper and laced with uncertainty. She lifted her gaze from the letter to Snape, searching his inscrutable face for any sign of explanation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjvdRj4miF
Uncertainty flickered in Snape’s eyes, disturbing his usual calm. He began, his gravelly voice trembling with insecurity, ‘Professor Dumbledore mentioned a decision from long ago that impacted both the present and the past…’ While searching for the right words, he let his gaze drift towards the flickering shadows on the trees, as if hoping they would trigger his fading memory. His forgetfulness unsettled him, undermining the air of mastery he usually maintained with his sharp mind and excellent memory. A heavy silence descended between them while Snape massaged his temples, unable to untangle his thoughts. At last, he sighed tiredly and looked at Hermione, letting vulnerability linger a moment longer. He said quietly, resignation and frustration woven into his voice, ‘Read the letter, Miss Granger. I believe Professor Dumbledore explained everything,’ as if, for once, admitting he couldn’t give them the answers they needed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxdPItWJxZG
Hermione gave a firm nod, squared her shoulders and drew a steady breath. She focused on the parchment, scanning the elegant, looping script as though she could uncover hidden answers. Quietly, she resumed reading aloud, each word carrying both the promise of discovery and the burden of Dumbledore’s secrets:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5RMnPL0RQ
I did not expect the knowledge I gained before my death. Discovering a missing puzzle piece can completely change the overall picture. It taught me about the consequences of interfering in others’ affairs for personal benefit.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡskDp3u36T6
Hermione, Draco, and Ron exchanged uneasy glances, each struggling to interpret Dumbledore’s cryptic words and revealing their confusion and apprehension. Hermione furrowed her brow as she concentrated, biting her lip while she tried to make sense of the headmaster’s mysterious phrasing. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTZws6aB9F
Nearby, Draco sighed in frustration, his tense posture betraying his impatience. He raked a hand through his pale hair, lips pursed in irritation. ‘Trust Dumbledore to be cryptic as hell even in a letter,’ he muttered quietly, his voice edged with exasperation. Ron shifted uneasily, grimacing as he looked between Hermione and Draco. He sought reassurance but only found shared uncertainty.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡANtzGZJmvu
Ron nodded and gave a wry grimace. ‘That’s Dumbledore for you,’ he said, his tone carrying both resignation and grudging respect. He recognised the headmaster’s cryptic messages all too well and felt a bit frustrated, knowing Dumbledore’s love of mystery shaped much of who he was. Ron kept his eyes on the parchment, as if he might spot something beyond the words in the swirling firelight, his expression showing both annoyance and admiration. Deep down, he accepted that Dumbledore always embedded hidden wisdom within his riddles, even though solving them left Ron confused and impatient. For Ron, Dumbledore’s enigmatic legacy was both an annoyance and a reminder of the extraordinary world they inhabited, where answers rarely came easily and even the simplest truths remained hidden in the shadows.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rV9QabH8i
Surprise widened Ron and Draco’s eyes as they exchanged confused glances. Ron opened his mouth in a silent question, eyebrows raised, while Draco’s lips shifted between a frown and a smirk. Draco finally broke the silence, turning to Ron with wide, disbelief-filled eyes and flushed pale cheeks. ‘Did we just agree on something?’ he asked, astonished, as if the idea were impossible. Draco caught Ron’s sly look and responded with a slight, knowing smirk. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9bwkMeznWt
Ron raised an eyebrow in fake horror at their rare moment of agreement and joked, ‘Let’s never do that again,’ his tone laced with reluctant humour. His mouth twitched slightly, betraying his amusement despite his attempt at seriousness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6ldb6C6gr
Draco gave a brief nod of agreement, his expression betraying a reluctant sense of amity with Ron. After a tense silence, broken only by the crackling flames, both boys quietly muttered curses.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGECJ5EKcSh
Hermione rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. Exasperation furrowed her brow as she shot sharp looks between Ron and Draco, silently urging them to put an end to their banter. ‘Let’s just get on with it,’ she said sharply, her voice edged with frustration as she struggled to hide her growing impatience. She shook her head and continued to read:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlhiqnInPWs
I want to clarify that I never intended to die last year, but I believed it was the only way to set things straight. Our side was close to losing the war, which would have resulted in our captivity by Voldemort. As you probably know, Severus and I planned my death. Luckily, Mr Malfoy also had plans to “do me in,” as the saying goes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZIULuTyDcm
Ron and Hermione fixed Draco with intense, irritated looks. Ron clenched his jaw and set his face into a warning glare, while Hermione held her gaze sharp and steady, her brow furrowed in clear disapproval. Recognising their hostility, Draco quickly raised his hands—palms open, fingers splayed—in a clear signal of surrender. He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded sheepishly, setting aside his usual swagger for humility. The Gryffindors exchanged a quick, knowing glance—an almost imperceptible nod that old friends would instantly understand. They silently agreed to let the moment pass, unity holding them together under pressure. Hermione drew a calm, steady breath, visibly collecting herself, and refocused on the letter. She gently lifted the parchment and, with a calm and deliberate tone, continued sharing Dumbledore’s words with them:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvDCiT4ga1
I travelled from 3019 in the Third Age to 1899, using my gift of time travel. My purpose was to seek help from a Dark Lord who was destroying Middle-earth, a place I hold dear. However, I became captivated by a young man and his ideals, deciding to stay and live peacefully. I initially believed there would be no Middle-earth left to save, but I was mistaken. My fantasies and dreams of greatness overshadowed my actual goal, leading to significant pain for many in both your present and my past.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRzMDwtEqZ
Draco exclaimed, ‘Hold up!’ His urgent voice stopped Hermione from continuing the letter. He narrowed his sharp blue eyes as he examined Snape’s expression. ‘Dumbledore is a fricking Time Traveller?’ he demanded, his tone thick with incredulity and suspicion, as if the truth insulted everything he knew. Draco’s words accused Snape of knowing this secret all along and deliberately keeping it from them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW1wXgC5XLz
Hermione and Ron fixed Snape with suspicious stares. Hermione furrowed her brow in concern and locked her gaze on him, her eyes bright with determination. She gripped the letter so tightly her knuckles turned white and leaned in to catch Snape’s attention. ‘Did you know this?’ she asked, her voice edged with disbelief as she jabbed an accusing finger at the parchment—demanding an answer and challenging him directly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI0vSvugDpp
Ron sat upright, his posture stiff and his jaw set in defiance as he fixed his blue eyes on Snape’s face, intent on spotting any trace of guilt or hesitation in the ex-Professor’s guarded expression. He shifted uneasily on the ground, folding his arms across his chest as he braced himself for Snape’s answer.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hJyeaXeDy
Snape calmly surveyed them all, crossing his arms in a defensive stance. ‘It was not my secret to tell,’ he said, his tone firm yet final, revealing a man used to shouldering burdens in silence. He selected each word deliberately, making the boundaries of his trust and loyalty clear. Even though he knew Dumbledore’s remarkable past, he made it clear that he believed he had no right to share it. He let his gaze rest on Hermione, Ron, and Draco in turn, silently acknowledging their shock and confusion while reaffirming his loyalty to Dumbledore’s wishes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTRrmGxgnuQ
Draco shook his head in evident frustration at the lack of warning and muttered, ‘A hint would have been nice.’ His pale face tightened as he cast a sidelong, irritated glance at Snape, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. He crossed his arms firmly over his chest, clearly bracing himself for another unwelcome surprise. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1CGQ0ldoRZ
Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement as they processed the revelations. Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line and knitted her brows, fidgeting nervously with the edge of the parchment. A light flush coloured Ron’s cheeks as he clenched his jaw and exchanged a silent, knowing look with Hermione—a shared moment of exasperation. Although they felt irritated by the secrecy, they understood Dumbledore’s choices had been intentional. Despite their serious expressions, a flicker of reluctant acceptance passed between them; they inwardly recognised that Dumbledore probably had good reasons for withholding such vital information until now.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYdJoLV2sW7
Hermione asked, her voice shaky with curiosity and worry as she looked to Snape for confirmation, ‘The man Professor Dumbledore mentioned—was that Grindelwald?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3HE7zvyTE
Snape nodded silently, maintaining an unreadable expression but keeping his gaze steady, conveying nothing beyond the bare fact. Hermione braced herself with a resigned sigh, setting her shoulders firm and clenching her jaw in resolve. Focusing back on the letter, she tightened her grip on the parchment, preparing to voice Dumbledore’s revelations again and drawing everyone’s attention to the importance of what they faced:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzl3Jzb8ZGp
During his second year, Tom Riddle found a Ring once owned by a Dark Lord from the Third Age. The spirit inside the Ring possessed him, transforming him into the person he is today. The Ring can only be destroyed in the fire where it was forged. I wanted to correct my mistakes, and the only way was to die. However, I am not dead; I have travelled back in time to make a difference. The war is starting, but this time I will not run to the future. I will stay with others and help them succeed, although I will need assistance.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6Q21foI04
Miss Granger, you possess a vital heirloom that has been passed down from mother to daughter for thousands of years. This heirloom is linked to another one held by Mr Potter. When combined, their power could be instrumental in aiding the war effort here. Although these heirlooms exist in the Third Age, they did not possess the same power back then as they do now. Crafted by legendary Elven-smiths, they were infused with protective magic. Over time, they have absorbed small amounts of magic from their wearers, making them far more potent than any other ancient magical relic in existence.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkhxuRDn9tp
Hermione noticed everyone’s intense gaze and paused her reading. The collective attention made her cheeks flush, and after hesitating, she reached up and slipped a delicate necklace from around her neck. Holding the necklace out for everyone to see, she whispered, ‘I believe he means this.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlpWbvsxVGC
The shimmering silver chain held the pendant, its delicate craftsmanship making it appear almost otherworldly. Two fine strands, skilfully woven, caught the firelight and sparkled with every subtle movement, giving the impression of moonlight spun into metal. Hermione gently said, ‘It’s called an Elf-Stone,’ her voice reverent as she indicated the centrepiece—a white, crystal-like stone shaped like a graceful flower. The stone gave off a soft, mystical glow, and its facets caught the light, casting tiny rainbows around the clearing. It rested elegantly at the base, encircled by realistic silver leaves and slim, twisting vines that seemed to shield the crystal like a cherished blossom. The artisan had crafted every detail in the leaves and vines with care, displaying the skill of a master smith. The pendant radiated an ancient, magical aura, as if it held the spirit of an enchanted forest—fragile, yet strong and undeniably mystical.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmntkH70fpr
She added softly and thoughtfully, ‘When I was old enough to inquire, my parents explained it was called “Evenstar”,’ as she looked around at them. Fascination shone on their faces, their eyes captivated by the pendant’s glowing beauty. Hermione softened her expression while she reminisced about her mother placing the necklace in her tiny hands, pride and heritage resonating in her words. ‘They told me it was more than jewellery—it’s an ancient symbol of hope, love, and resilience, handed down through generations of women in my family. The name itself means “Evening Star”—a light shining brightest at dusk, guiding and shielding those who wear it.’ She paused and lightly traced her fingers over the intricate silver setting that held the glowing stone.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkvly2SufTZ
Snape leaned forward and allowed his usually inscrutable gaze to soften as he examined the pendant that Hermione held. He reached out, hesitating before he touched the necklace, clearly reluctant to disturb its delicate magic. The pendant captivated him—a rare occurrence for someone who rarely showed any response to beauty or sentiment. ‘I do not think I have seen anything like it,’ he said thoughtfully, studying the detailed silver leaf patterns and the crystalline stone at its centre. A hint of wistfulness flickered in his expression, as if he searched his memory for any clue or recollection of such a remarkable artefact but found none. The pendant’s otherworldly glow exposed a rare vulnerability in him, revealing the limits of his extensive knowledge of magical relics. For a moment, Snape’s composed exterior wavered and genuine intrigue, perhaps even a touch of envy, crossed his features. He had catalogued arcane treasures and obscure artefacts for years, but he had to acknowledge the uniqueness and craftsmanship of Hermione’s heirloom.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRcnOiUnpok
With a perplexed frown, Ron asked what was on his mind. ‘I’ve never seen you wear it,’ he said, genuinely surprised, keeping his eyes fixed on the delicate necklace as he tried to recall any time it had appeared on Hermione’s neck. Confusion and slight embarrassment showed on his face as he furrowed his brow, attempting to reconcile this new information with his memories. For a moment, he glanced between the pendant and Hermione, searching her face for any clues or moments he might have missed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqzAyjbtYOF
Draco shook his head and muttered, ‘I have,’ which drew everyone’s attention to him. He looked up, letting his silver-blonde hair fall over his forehead, and his eyes flickered with smugness and defensiveness—subtle signs that he had noticed details the others had missed. Draco kept his arms tightly folded across his chest and maintained a calm, self-assured posture, even as a slight flush crept onto his cheeks under the collective scrutiny of his peers.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQuWIFnhJCC
Ron glared at Draco, his eyes widening in shock. ‘What? When?’ he asked sharply. His disbelief showed plainly as his jaw dropped slightly, and a ripple of surprise visibly ran through him. His cheeks flushed, making his freckles stand out, while his blue eyes darted nervously between Hermione and Draco, searching for any sign that this was a joke. Draco’s revelation unsettled Ron’s memories, sending his mind scrambling. He desperately sifted through his thoughts about Hermione at school events, gatherings, and quiet nights in the Common Room, but he couldn’t recall ever noticing the necklace on her. Realising that Draco, of all people, had seen it while he had missed such a significant detail, Ron felt his heart pound with unease. He nervously toyed with the edge of his jumper, his discomfort and frustration clear.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZXubR74wAS
Draco snapped, rolling his eyes, ‘She wore it at the Yule Ball, dimwit. Shows how little you notice.’ He sat stiffly, arms tightly folded, radiating controlled irritation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAMfjjjpv2Q
The memory of the Yule Ball flickered briefly, prompting everyone to recall that special night. They pictured the great hall: hundreds of floating candles illuminated the space, frost patterns sparkled on the windows, and snow fell softly outside. Hermione glowed in her gown as she moved gracefully through the crowd, her delicate necklace catching the light—subtle yet mesmerising for those who looked closely. Draco’s sharp comment revealed he had noticed it, making it clear that Hermione had worn the necklace publicly at least once.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOaCK3E207
Hermione glanced between Draco and Ron, her curiosity growing as she tried to work out how Draco had managed to notice her necklace when Ron, her best friend for seven years, had not. She scrutinised Draco’s expression for a moment—the subtle confidence in his posture, the quick flicker of his blue eyes—trying to pinpoint the exact moment he had seen the pendant. Her mind wandered to old memories, reliving times when the necklace had lain coolly against her skin, its delicate weight serving as a quiet tribute to her family’s legacy. She shook her head, acknowledging how much had changed over the years; it was hardly surprising that few people ever noticed such a small detail, especially since she usually hid the necklace beneath her robes or a scarf. She rarely wore it openly, treasuring its sentimental value but choosing not to draw attention, regarding it as a secret comfort and a hidden hope she kept close to her heart, not a piece to display. The pendant meant everything to her as a cherished family heirloom, its fragile beauty and magical glow reserved for private moments when she felt alone or needed reassurance. By keeping it concealed, she ensured that even Ron, despite their deep friendship, had never seen it before—her protective nature and the pendant’s importance always guiding her to keep something so precious and irreplaceable hidden.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdAzG7FtZwP
‘The letter mentions that Harry has an heirloom, but it doesn’t say what it is,’ Hermione observed, her curiosity clear as she knitted her brow and re-examined the letter for clues about Harry’s heirloom. She found no additional hints in the parchment—no indication of a ring, locket, or token—so Hermione faced only unanswered questions. She contemplated for a moment what Harry’s heirloom might be—perhaps something quietly powerful or significant, which he guarded as carefully as she did her own Evenstar. Hermione gently sighed, reached up, and secured the necklace around her neck again, moving her fingers with practised ease to fasten the delicate chain. The cool silver brushed her skin lightly as she tucked the pendant back under her shirt, pressing it close to her heart to keep it safe and out of sight. Its reassuring weight offered a silent promise of hope and protection known only to her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPh54atrnuz
Ron said, ‘Harry wears that ring,’ causing the others to turn and look at him. As he looked hesitantly at Hermione, a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. ‘You know, the one with the snakes?’ he asked. Hermione nodded slightly, showing she knew exactly which ring Ron meant.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3lESilqe24
Hermione whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, ‘But Harry’s gone…’ She struggled to force the words out, her hands shaking as she gripped the letter tightly, knuckles whitening against the worn parchment.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ6kHrV4jcC
Snape fixed his sombre black eyes, usually cold and inscrutable, on Hermione. ‘We don’t know what’s happened to Mr Potter, Miss Granger. Dumbledore had a plan, which he might have mentioned in his letter,’ he said calmly, not unkindly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwuaaACvyvj
Hermione silently nodded, furrowing her brows with worry and pressing her lips into a thin line. Everyone fixed their gaze on Hermione, pinning their hope on her as she pored over the familiar yet mysterious handwriting, desperately trying to find any reassurance or explanation about Harry’s situation. The only sounds that filled the clearing were the gentle crackle of the fire and the faint rustle of parchment as Hermione’s fingers traced the lines, her heart pounding with each word that might offer the answers they all urgently sought:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8iGF8KVRb
I am assigning you both a new, critical mission. You must retrieve a tome that will send you back to the Third Age. Because time travel is dangerous, exercise caution when casting this spell. I have included another letter in the tome that explains everything further. Mr Weasley, if you are present, and Mr Malfoy, I trust you will ensure Miss Granger’s safety during this mission.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaEZx2DdvNX
Ron sighed and shook his head, letting out a deep, unintentional breath. ‘So, he did include me… kind of,’ he muttered, his tone blending resignation and relief. He kept his eyes fixed on his name in the letter and traced Dumbledore’s handwriting with a slightly trembling finger. Although disappointment flickered across his face because Dumbledore hadn’t addressed him directly, he found quiet comfort in knowing he remembered him. A faint, hesitant smile appeared at the corners of Ron’s mouth as he subtly straightened his posture, showing a hint of pride in being included. For a moment, he sat a little taller, reassured that Dumbledore’s plans gave his presence significance, even if it was indirect.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQW4Le1i7gG
Hermione gently squeezed Ron’s hand, her fingers warm and steady against his. ‘I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, Ron,’ she said quietly, her tone soothing and sincere as she tried to calm the insecurity in his eyes. Hermione’s gaze returned to the letter she held, the parchment now creased from her anxious grip.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTc5U7eJGQ
‘Time travel?’ Draco whispered nervously, causing them to turn towards him. He spoke in a barely audible voice, his words trembling as if he feared someone would overhear. The pallor on his face intensified while he gripped the hem of his robe tighter, his knuckles whitening from tension. ‘No one mentioned that,’ he added softly, his eyes wide with alarm. He let his usually calm demeanour falter; pale blue eyes flicked between Hermione and Ron, searching for reassurance in the midst of his shock. His gaze revealed that he struggled with this surprising revelation, and he stiffened his posture, vulnerability exposed by his trembling shoulders. Hermione and Ron watched Draco, and his evident unease about time travel momentarily shifted their attention away from their own worries.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKaQwo7MJJ1
Snape spoke directly to Draco, his tone surprisingly gentle and a sharp contrast to his usual severity. He asked softly, ‘Mr Malfoy, do you remember what I told you?’ He carefully chose each word, letting them linger in the space between them. His black eyes, usually cold and strict, softened as he focused intently on Draco’s gaze, imbuing his look with significance. Through this intense gaze, he conveyed silent reassurance and a subtle warning, reminding Draco of confidential advice—wisdom intended both as a shield and as guidance for uncertain times. The others noticed the quiet exchange between teacher and student; Snape’s reminder clearly held meaning and urgency beyond straightforward instructions. What he had told Draco earlier mattered now, woven with an unspoken understanding that, in this moment, caution, trust, and composure were essential.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG41jIMoPHT
Draco nodded and dropped his eyes to the ground, trying to steady his breath. His fringe slightly obscured his forehead and cast a shadow over the tense expression on his face. He drew deep breaths, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to stay composed. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said quietly, his voice soft and almost drowned out, as if the words weighed heavily on his tongue. He absentmindedly fiddled with a small, smooth stone on the ground, gently tracing it in slow circles with his slender fingers. The stone clicked softly against his nails, producing a gentle, reassuring rhythm amid the silence. He grounded himself in this movement, giving his restless energy a subtle outlet, while keeping his gaze fixed on the flagstones and avoiding eye contact with the others. The crackle of the fire cast shifting shadows on his pale knuckles, and the slight tremor in his hands revealed the tension he tried to hide. For a moment, Draco appeared much younger—vulnerable and uncertain—as he used the stone to steady himself against the rising tide of anxiety.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQuoTj2xIRe
Hermione and Ron quietly observed Snape interacting with Draco, curiosity flickering in their eyes at the rare show of gentle concern from the typically stern ex-Professor. Ron clenched his jaw and shot a sideways glance at Hermione, his blue eyes darting from Snape’s dark figure to Draco’s pale, trembling form, taking in the tension in both. Hermione scrutinised every aspect of the exchange—the near-protective way Snape’s hand hovered over Draco’s shoulder, the brief, reassuring nod they shared, and Draco’s nervous fingers fidgeting with the stone for comfort. Despite their many questions about Snape’s advice and Draco’s vulnerability, they recognised that prying would shatter the fragile trust forming. Choosing to respect that privacy, they exchanged a quiet look and agreed to wait. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2l0fISJOuJ
Hermione turned her focus back to the letter. She read and reread the instructions, committing each phrase to memory while momentarily setting aside her worries to concentrate on the serious mission ahead:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUiXtyXQkP
You must not reveal your true origins in the Third Age after arriving here. Eventually, you will have the chance to do so, but for now, keep it to yourself. If anyone asks where you are from, say you are from the far North beyond the Grey Mountains and Forodwaith. I will share more details with you during your stay. Also, Miss Granger, always keep your heirloom hidden while you are here; I will discuss this further in person. Mr Potter is already aware of this, and you will be reunited with him soon. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJ6Sm3oXGb
Ron exclaimed, ‘There! He said we’ll be reunited with Harry again soon!’ Excitement filled his voice, and he smiled at Hermione, his eyes shining unmistakably with hope and easing their worries for a moment.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjLw6DTRipQ
Hermione gave him a relieved smile after Dumbledore’s reassurance lifted her spirits. The thought of seeing Harry again lifted her mood, and she glanced at the letter once more to seek further guidance or comfort. She wore a gentle smile, tinged with lingering doubt, and her eyes shone with hope beneath her anxiety. Her hands, which had trembled with nerves earlier, now gripped the parchment more steadily, drawing new strength from Dumbledore’s promise:45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuheeIMstyN
Now, the tome. I must apologise for this next riddle, but if it falls into the wrong hands, the consequences could be disastrous. I believe the three of you will be able to decode the message.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qc4qPIqrQ
“You will find it in the heart of danger, but stealth and cunning must be applied to your search. Concealed in a dwelling you know well, unseen from those outside the law, but in plain sight. It is farthest away from its home; next to the closest thing it has to a complete opposite”.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs5IS0MJ7YL
Inside, I included another letter containing extra guidelines that you need to read carefully. Remember, you must follow these instructions exactly as written. Do not question anything, as everything is possible.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SI7BQQuiR
Good luck and take care.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKTF5aRIOs3
Yours faithfully,45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfGGQzRJJ7
Albus Dumbledore, formally known in the Third Age as Gandalf the Grey.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJIu1MlsuVG
Hermione grimaced as she folded the letter with trembling hands and slid it back into the envelope alongside the delicate necklace Dumbledore had entrusted to them. ‘This book could be anywhere,’ she said, her voice tinged with frustration and despair. The vast, fractured wizarding world, now darkened by Death Eater control, closed in on her. Images of once-safe havens—now twisted and dangerous—flashed through her mind. Each possibility appeared like a maze with no clear exit, and the overwhelming uncertainty made the task feel nearly impossible.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQJH1gsJPC
Hermione grew more anxious as she considered their choices and reflected on the fallen strongholds. The expansive, shadowy corridors of Hogwarts drifted through her mind—once brimming with laughter and the lively hum of students, now shrouded in uncertainty and peril. ‘Hogwarts probably isn’t an option, since some Order members are still there,’ she whispered, pondering the Order’s situation and the looming dangers. Memories of familiar faces—Professors and friends who had risked everything—rose unbidden, each one reminding her of their sacrifices and the dangerous journey ahead. Every loss and question weighed heavily on her, pressing down like a cold, heavy wave of disheartenment. Worries about those fighting for their cause settled in her chest like a chill, leaving her feeling resolute and deeply alone.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX8gNoa31W8
Draco furrowed his brow, deep in thought. ‘Hogsmeade is completely ruined, so I doubt Dumbledore would have hidden it there. He probably anticipated this,’ he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. The extensive damage to Hogsmeade made the place an unlikely spot for the tome. Draco’s logic complicated their search, prompting them to exchange uneasy looks as they reconsidered their options. Uncertainty pressed on them, and each tried to remember every nook that might have escaped the war’s destruction.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYdheJb69w
Ron hesitated before breaking the silence. ‘Diagon Alley?’ he asked, drawing the others’ attention. Anxiety flushed Ron’s cheeks as he fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, seeking comfort in its familiar fabric. After a pause, he added, his voice trembling slightly, ‘Dad said the Death Eaters mostly control Diagon Alley now, since Ollivander and Luna were taken to Malfoy Manor.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mp06zEr62
Ron and Hermione remembered their terrifying escape from Malfoy Manor and shivered. The traumatic event still haunted them, casting a pall over their fleeting moments of hope. Vivid memories filled their minds: cold stone corridors, echoed screams, Bellatrix’s manic laughter, and the ever-present fear of being hunted. For Ron, the memory brimmed with the smell of burning, the pain endured by his friends, and the dread that they might not survive.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc68YXpnvSM
Hermione reached instinctively for her arm, touching the place where Bellatrix had cruelly carved the word “Mudblood” into her skin. Even with the bandage, the wound throbbed with an agonising, relentless sting. The jagged, red letters pulsed in time with her heartbeat, serving as a constant and searing reminder of Bellatrix’s hatred and the nightmarish incident at Malfoy Manor. Hermione believed Bellatrix had used a cursed dagger—an evil weapon so sinister that the scar would not heal or stop bleeding as long as Bellatrix remained alive. Sometimes, blood seeped through the linen and stained her sleeve with dark crimson, which she quickly tried to hide. She tried every remedy she could think of: salves from Madam Pomfrey’s supplies, healing charms whispered through clenched teeth, even the best potions Ron and Harry obtained from the Order, but no spell or treatment eased the pain or erased the hateful scar. The wound became more than just flesh and blood; it symbolised an attempt to break her spirit—a cruel brand of prejudice and violence that haunted her dreams and left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, no matter how bravely she tried to act.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1hlWSKguRe
Draco kept his gaze fixed on the ground, regret etched across his tense posture. He hunched his shoulders, nervously fidgeting with his hands at his knees—a visible sign of his internal struggle. He deliberately avoided meeting anyone’s eyes, concentrating instead on the mossy, leaf-covered ground. At last, he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, each word carrying regret and guilt, the apology lingering between them—fragile and easily broken.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLgXtSGhvA6
Ron looked at Malfoy, his blue eyes showing both caution and a reluctant hint of respect. He tensed his shoulders, hunching forward as if he braced himself for the clash between past grievances and the present. ‘It would have been worse if you’d given us away, Malfoy,’ he said quietly, letting the words tumble out awkwardly while he rubbed the back of his neck—a gesture betraying his uncertainty or discomfort.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLSrBPRCMR4
After a pause, Ron’s curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitantly asked, ‘Why didn’t you?’ He spoke gently yet firmly, suspicion mingling with a rare vulnerability that he usually kept hidden from Malfoy. Despite his suspicion, Ron also sensed a faint gratitude, subtly acknowledging the silent choice Malfoy made that might have protected them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14uSEDzClC
Draco clenched his hands tightly on his knees, his knuckles turning white and a deep crease forming on his brow. ‘I… I never wanted this. Neither did my mother, but we thought it was safer this way.’ He paused and lowered his gaze to the ground, avoiding eye contact. ‘We might have been cowardly, but I thought that delaying the Dark Lord’s discovery of Potter, even slightly, was worth it,’ Draco mumbled, forcing the words out. Emotion thickened his voice as he pressed his lips together, fighting back tears. He kept his eyes down and shoulders hunched, guilt and regret clouding his expression as he revealed the internal struggle he and his mother had endured.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSV97P6gUI5
Hermione softened her expression as she looked at Draco, offering a gentle, understanding look. Calm and kind, she met Draco’s eyes with a steady gaze. ‘I believe it was brave of you,’ she said softly, her voice genuine and respectful. She gave a small, reassuring smile and reached out to him with a gentle, comforting gesture.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHpB33ARL3v
Draco looked up at her, guilt and sorrow shadowing his face. His lips trembled, and a faint sheen of tears made his gaze appear luminous, though he stubbornly blinked them away. Defeat radiated from every part of him—his hands gently trembled on his knees, and his breathing came in shallow, uneven bursts. ‘I’m a coward. I couldn’t even save my mother…’ he whispered, voice trembling and tears close to falling, expressing the pain of a son haunted by helplessness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHzWAP6JxR
Snape suddenly fixed his sharp, intense stare on Draco after that remark. He whispered, ‘I told you to stay here,’ his tone low but laced with authority. Snape looked almost on the verge of tears; strain and sadness clearly marked his face. He clenched his jaw so tightly that a small muscle twitched beneath his pale skin, and he pressed his lips into a thin, pale line. The exhaustion and sorrow deepened the hollows under his eyes, shadowed in the dim light. He held his shoulders stiff and tensed his body as if he braced himself for a storm of grief he refused to let loose.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKEWXBXdln
Draco fixed Snape with a fierce glare as he stood up, his rebellious eyes blazing. He clenched his jaw, pressed his lips into a thin line, and a flush coloured his pale cheeks. Draco, squaring his shoulders and standing stiffly, embodied the stubborn Slytherin who refused to yield to his former mentor. ‘Yes, and when have I ever followed orders?’ he snapped, his voice tense and laced with anger. He finally let his emotions break free after suppressing them for too long, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Draco drew a shaky breath, forced himself to meet Snape’s gaze, and searched for answers that always seemed just beyond his grasp, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8fum3Qt0p
Snape sighed deeply and slumped his shoulders. ‘It was your mother’s decision. I wanted to choose a different path, but she had already made up her mind,’ he said softly, regret unmistakable. As he spoke, his hand trembled slightly at his side, struggling to hold back. He shook his head and looked down at the ground, pain clouding his sharp eyes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn41OmJ7jDR
Hermione placed her trembling hand at her throat and glanced between Draco and Snape. ‘What happened?’ she asked gently, her compassionate eyes pleading for understanding and desperate to uncover the deep emotion that had just shaken the clearing.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMwryxbf4r
As she spoke, Ron gently nudged her with his elbow, giving a subtle shake of his head and furrowing his brow in concern to silently warn her. Ron nervously shifted his gaze between Hermione and the two men, staying alert so as not to provoke more pain or reignite the simmering tension of grief and anger in the clearing.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiWdo5PXOi2
Draco observed the tense interaction between Ron and Hermione and attempted to wave it off, maintaining his composure. However, he failed to uphold his façade as a tremulous breath shuddered through him. He clenched his hands tightly in his lap, his knuckles turning white, and he lowered his gaze, refusing to make eye contact. ‘My mother… she sacrificed herself… to save me,’ he whispered, his words dripping with raw grief and sincerity.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0QYIQYIQq
Draco straightened and said, ‘And that reminds me,’ his voice steely with fierce, suppressed resolve. Hermione and Ron stared in shocked silence, eyes wide as they watched Draco stride confidently towards Snape across the mossy ground. Each heavy footstep echoed, expressing his unspoken grief and anger. Draco shot his fist forward in a smooth, swift movement and struck Snape’s face with a loud crack. The blow forced Snape to stumble back, his black robes billowing around him as he instinctively raised a hand to his face. Blood immediately streamed between his fingers, staining his pale skin bright red. Draco growled, his voice trembling with anger and pain, ‘That’s for hitting my mother.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLtPAF1EDm5
Snape let his posture wilt as his usual stoic façade faltered, revealing a trace of regret and sorrow. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, letting blood seep through the cloth, and looked at Draco—not with anger, but with silent, tired acceptance. Hermione and Ron froze, horror and awe washing over them at Draco’s sudden outburst.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwIgybrHFH
Snape reached for his wand, his long, pale fingers trembling as he carefully aimed it at his face. He moved with deliberation and gentleness, each action carrying both a need to fix and a quiet apology. He murmured a few spells to repair the damage, his words barely rising above the crackle of the fire. A shimmering light flickered around his broken nose as the bones knitted together with a faint, uncomfortable crunch. Snape clenched his jaw tightly in pain, then dabbed the lingering blood with the edge of his sleeve, mottling the once pristine fabric with crimson stains. Snape let the intense pain linger, refusing to use magic to dull it, deliberately allowing it to remind him sharply of Draco’s anger and his own remorse. Tears pricked at his eyes from the discomfort, but he blinked them away, determined to keep them from falling. His voice came out nasal and strained, trembling as he admitted, ‘I deserved that,’ each word heavy with regret as he accepted the consequences of his actions and let his shoulders sink in silent surrender.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa7xc0lksmn
Draco let out a deep, weary sigh and sank back to the ground. He drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He fought to compose himself, breathing unevenly and slowly. The cool, damp moss beneath him grounded him amid the swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Fatigue lingered in his posture, yet a faint glimmer of relief softened his worried expression—a subtle shift that came after he opened up and confronted Snape. ‘It helped,’ he whispered, his voice fragile and hoarse from the effort. In the quiet clearing, Snape gave Draco a brief, understanding nod—an unspoken acknowledgement that spoke volumes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcKtqphJ16
Draco tried to set aside his grief for a moment and looked at Ron and Hermione. His pale eyes, still carrying traces of recent emotion, revealed cautious uncertainty as he regarded them. Though he hesitated to engage, he saw he had no other option. He tightened his jaw, showing his reluctance, but let necessity outweigh his pride in the tense moment. ‘So, what’s the plan?’ he asked, his tone hesitant but aware that they needed to work together. He shifted his guarded gaze between Ron and Hermione, silently acknowledging the uncomfortable alliance their circumstances demanded.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1LsWpUKZ6u
Snape drew in a shaky breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he worked to steady himself. Pain etched lines across his face, with blood and bruises marring his sallow skin. He lifted his hand, which trembled slightly as he pointed his wand at his battered cheek and nose, but he kept his expression composed. A faint bluish glow appeared as he guided the tip of his wand along the swollen skin, quietly muttering a spell. Gradually, the throbbing pain lessened, replaced by a dull ache. As he took a deeper, steadier breath, his jaw loosened and a measure of calm returned to his features, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORqdeOsOOt
Snape stared into the fire; the ordeal had exhausted him, yet he kept his voice steady and firm in his resolve as he spoke at last. ‘It seems the Dark Lord has won this war—for now,’ he said softly, his words resonating with resignation and sober clarity. His eyes revealed dread and reluctant acceptance, as if he could see a future overshadowed by defeat. ‘Even with his Horcruxes destroyed, there’s still something happening—something we haven’t fully grasped yet.’ He paused and slowly shifted his gaze from Draco to Hermione and Ron. Snape took a shaky breath, furrowed his brow, and spoke again in a low but urgent voice. ‘Based on Dumbledore’s letter, he needs Draco and Granger to travel into the past.’ His words lingered, heavy with implication and unease. ‘Potter may have already gone there, which explains Dumbledore’s mention of you being reunited with him.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcbFOD4KgB
Snape narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he tried to make sense of the incomplete puzzle before him. ‘The Ring Dumbledore mentioned seems to be at the core of all this, but he never shared any details, so I have to piece it together with the little I know.’ He instinctively grasped his wand with a hand still slightly trembling from earlier. His voice carried evident frustration, each word tinged with irritation at how Dumbledore’s well-known secrecy left him in the dark. He glanced back at the trio and continued in a voice that nearly dropped to a whisper, as if he feared speaking too loudly. ‘It’s obvious something significant is unfolding in this so-called Third Age. Dumbledore probably thinks that by involving himself there again, he can stop the Dark Lord’s plans—both back then and now.’ Snape’s words carried a clear sense of foreboding, as he recognised the gravity and the risky, uncertain paths ahead.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wqDbbLIyt
Draco ran his hand through his hair, brushing his fingers through the pale strands as frustration became more evident on his face. ‘This is becoming too confusing,’ he said, his voice tinged with disbelief and exhaustion. He shook his head as he tried to unravel the complex web of secrets and revelations swirling around them. Every new piece of information added another thread to the knot in his mind, leaving him adrift in a sea of unanswered questions and shifting loyalties.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnPChSi57mR
Ron shifted nervously as he spoke, fidgeting with the frayed hem of his jumper and darting his eyes to the fire. ‘It’s not really that complicated if you think about it,’ he said, voice tentative yet determined to be understood. The attention snapped to Ron as his words drew them in. As he felt their scrutiny, Ron swallowed and pressed on, trying to untangle the web of events. ‘Professor Dumbledore wrote that You-Know-Who found a Ring, which possessed him. The Dark Lord from the Third Age was controlling You-Know-Who, using him as a vessel. The key point is that the Ring cannot be destroyed here in our time.’ Ron hesitated as he narrowed his brow and struggled with his thoughts. He steadied his restless hands by taking a slow, grounding breath, and then found the courage to speak again. ‘If the Ring were destroyed now,’ he said, his voice growing more confident, ‘it would prevent the future where You-Know-Who discovered it and fell under its power. None of the consequences—like the battles, lives lost, or suffering—would have happened.’ Hermione’s eyes widened slightly, and her frown eased into a bright, reassuring smile. Her warm reaction eased Ron’s nerves, and a blush rose to his cheeks. Feeling self-conscious under her gaze, Ron looked down at the ground, ears pink, and mumbled, ‘It’s all there, in the letter.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP2V7Gskj1P
Draco leaned forward, drawing a slow, deliberate breath to steady himself. ‘Then there’s the matter Dumbledore didn’t mention—assuming he’s even aware of it,’ he said, his eyes thoughtful as he fixed his gaze on Snape, the intensity exposing his apprehension and the burden of an unspoken secret. He tapped his fingers nervously on his knee, his anxious energy clearly simmering beneath his calm exterior.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCuKNAbIVQ
Hermione furrowed her brow and studied Draco and Snape, confusion clearly tense on her face and her lips parted in uncertainty. ‘What are you talking about?’ she asked, curiosity and concern in her voice as she looked between Draco and Snape for answers.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgCzbgFFKzg
Draco scanned the clearing and chose his words with care as he explained, ‘The Dark Lord had my father and Bellatrix searching for an ancient artefact, but very little was shared with anyone outside his inner circle. I believe this artefact might have been used for scrying—perhaps to magically locate someone or something from afar.’ He kept his voice cautious and low, wary of the object’s power and secrecy. ‘It was rumoured to have extraordinary properties, allowing its user to see beyond the usual boundaries, possibly beyond distance and time, revealing hidden things.’ He paused and looked at Snape, who gave a subtle nod to show he understood the risks. ‘I believe the Dark Lord first intended to use the artefact to locate Potter, but later discovered he was at Hogwarts by other means. Even so, he kept searching for it, which suggests he believes it has a purpose beyond simply finding Potter.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkneRIeqV2
Draco could almost sense the concealed magic within the artefact—a relic steeped in ancient lore, prized not only for its power to reveal but also for its potential to influence or control. Draco pictured shadowy hallways and remembered whispered commands, recalling how his father and Bellatrix returned from their missions frustrated yet determined, their unwavering loyalty to the Dark Lord propelling their relentless search. The secrecy that shrouded the artefact suggested it served as more than a simple tool; it functioned as a key—perhaps even a weapon—its full potential just beyond their grasp, yet at the heart of the intrigue now ensnaring them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpeWORhJbLy
Ron narrowed his blue eyes and furrowed his brows as he watched Snape, curiosity and unease clear on his face. He leaned forward, the nervousness and resolve apparent in his posture, intent on discovering Snape’s role in their tangled predicament. ‘Were you ever part of his inner circle?’ Ron asked softly, keeping his voice steady. His tone carried a faint urgency, as if he believed that understanding Snape’s past allegiances could unlock a crucial clue in the midst of their confusion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKWJuhqXq1b
Snape shook his head slightly at Ron’s question, subtly indicating his desire to distance himself from its burden. He said, with a measured tone and an unreadable expression, ‘Not solely. The Dark Lord assigned me only specific tasks and information.’ He shrugged slightly, an understated gesture that nonetheless showed the boundaries he maintained within Voldemort’s dangerous circle. He added, softly but clearly, ‘I knew about the search, but I was never actively involved,’ hinting at either lingering regret or relief for avoiding the darkest tasks. Fixing his gaze on the flickering fire, he continued. ‘I don’t know what he plans to do with it. I only knew about the Ring because I saw it and asked Albus about it, but he wouldn’t tell me anything,’ Snape said quietly, his resignation clear in a weary sigh.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyl0XOrfMn
Hermione furrowed her brow with concern as she contemplated the danger of the artefact. ‘Could You-Know-Who also find a way to enter the past?’ she asked, her tone cautious and urgent as she glanced at Snape for reassurance.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1nyus0jZ6
Snape subtly shook his head, and his typically guarded eyes flashed with a hint of doubt. ‘I don’t think this artefact allows him to travel back in time,’ Snape said quietly, each word carrying the weight of someone used to the unknown. Despite the doubt in his tone, a cautious note marked his following words. ‘Still, he may find a way, especially if Potter is involved,’ he added, glancing at them with a steady gaze that suggested even he found the idea unsettling.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLJatUAmrAG
Hermione steadied herself with a deep breath and fixed her gaze on the envelope, nervously tracing its edges. ‘So, from what we’ve gathered, and the evidence provided...’ she began, her voice firm but low, the slight tremor betraying the gravity of their discoveries and her determination to face them. Hermione continued, her voice calming as she drew strength from the others’ presence, ‘Dumbledore, along with others, tried to confront this Dark Lord and destroy his Ring.’ Behind her eyes, she saw visions of past battles—fierce duels, haunting screams, and flashes of forbidden spells. She remembered how they pieced together the details: a growing dread haunted every failed attempt to destroy the Ring. Even though they tried their hardest, they could not eliminate it—the artefact’s dark magic resisted every effort, remaining more cunning and resilient than expected. The Ring continued to persist, spreading its influence far beyond the reach of usual weaponry.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63oe4EQ59T
As the situation grew increasingly dire—when the threat of the Ring became too overwhelming for anyone to face alone—Dumbledore took the remarkable step of travelling to the future, seeking help from beyond his own time. Hermione’s frown deepened as she considered the sacrifice this entailed—the loneliness of abandoning everything familiar and the heavy hope he placed on strangers he had yet to meet. With no guarantee of success, Dumbledore chose to remain rather than return to his own era, and this decision changed the destiny of everyone involved. The envelope in Hermione’s hands seemed to pulse with the memory of these actions, containing not just instructions but also a silent plea for bravery and unity that bound them all together in their fight against darkness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLCJ4enm6QN
She paused to consider the consequences. ‘The Ring has endured through countless ages, its dark influence slowly infiltrating the lives of those it encounters. Over the centuries, its shadow has persisted, bringing out the worst tendencies in both Muggles and wizarding kind, trapping its bearers in a cycle of obsession and despair. During this time, the Dark Lord has manipulated hundreds, weaving a web of deception and fear that entangles victims and followers. He carried out terrifying acts—mass betrayals, trust breaches, unexplained disappearances, and acts of cruelty—all commanded by those under his control. Both the Muggle and Magical worlds are deeply scarred by his deeds, their histories marked by chaos and fear.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK1iELvnRBP
Hermione grew more serious as she considered the weight of history. ‘Eventually, Tom Riddle found the Ring and its dark power corrupted him. The same tragic fate claimed many before him, repeating itself and tying him to the Ring’s evil legacy.’ Hermione’s voice quivered, hinting at the pain of countless lives lost to this relentless cycle: hopeful beginnings twisted into obsession, ambition warped into cruelty, and hope poisoned by the Ring’s constant hunger for power.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVphO7VGwDX
Draco thoughtfully swept his gaze over the others. ‘You and Potter have powerful tools they want to use against this Dark Lord,’ Draco said, tapping his chin—a gesture that revealed his habit of deep thought and a flicker of anxiety. Curiosity and self-doubt betrayed the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. With a voice tinged with vulnerability, he finally broke the silence and asked the question weighing on his mind: ‘So, why am I part of this?’ He raised an eyebrow, the arch conveying both scepticism and a quiet need to be included.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡraVpaWDImF
Ron let out a quiet sigh and, somewhat distracted, muttered, ‘No idea.’ He sat close to the fire, shifting uncomfortably on the cold ground, revealing his confusion and fatigue. He absent-mindedly took his wand and traced patterns in the dirt, watching the shapes move in response to his flicks and twirls. Tiny wisps of light emerged from the tip, forming intricate whorls and ephemeral animals that pranced across the ground before fading. The soft, magical movements comforted him as he tried to process what had been said, his attention divided between the conversation and the lively patterns swirling before him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2M2EOSSD4
Hermione steadied herself with a deep breath and gripped the envelope tightly, drawing strength from its firmness. ‘There’s got to be a reason. You know Dumbledore and his secrets. I believe he’ll explain everything once we arrive. I’m quite sure he expected Ron to come too,’ she said, and she shook her head to dismiss the lingering doubts. She paused, pressing her lips together with silent resolve, then spoke with quiet certainty, ‘All we need to understand now is that Dumbledore has asked for our presence in the past. He should have requested it when he first arrived in the future, and now he’s trying to make amends.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBglgPV54Yx
Hermione lifted the envelope with care and turned it, looking at the crest carved into the scarlet wax. She paused, softly tracing the emblem with her thumb as if she could unlock its secrets that way. She shook her head and slipped the letter into her beaded bag. The bag’s mouth widened impossibly to accommodate the envelope, then shrank back to its usual size as the enchantment worked flawlessly. A small smile spread across her lips as the memories of past adventures and the security the bag offered warmed her for a moment. She hugged it close, knowing she would rely on its magic for the uncertain journey ahead, trusting it as a steadfast ally when facing the unknown.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgREapfjur
Ron gave Hermione a gentle, reassuring smile. ‘I agree,’ he murmured, his tone calm. He shifted slightly, drew his knees up, and crossed his arms. ‘Dumbledore always had a reason for what he did, even if we didn’t fully understand it.’ Ron exhaled slowly and eased his shoulders, facing the situation with calm determination. ‘There’s no point questioning him now,’ he said, his voice full of trust and acceptance.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F5v2iJ80Y
Draco leaned forward and gazed into the fire, his blue eyes mirroring the dance of orange and gold flames as he considered Dumbledore’s words. ‘In his letter, Dumbledore said these heirlooms would help win the war but also need to be hidden,’ Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at Hermione as he searched her expression for understanding.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcNvDLINk6
Hermione frowned and looked at him, saying, ‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ while she furrowed her brow in an effort to grasp Draco’s reasoning. She struggled to reconcile his theory with her knowledge of the heirlooms, especially considering their long history and the magical power they supposedly held. She absent-mindedly traced the delicate chain of her necklace, finding comfort in the cool metal as she worked to understand the connections Draco proposed. Her mind raced with questions—she recalled family stories, considered rumours of magical artefacts, and confronted the unspoken fears that had lingered within their group since the journey began. Even with doubt plain on her face, her eyes shone with a spark of determination, revealing her resolve to uncover the truth, no matter how complex or unsettling it might be.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxkQq84NuJI
With a teasing smirk, Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione, amusement curling his lips. ‘Doesn’t it? And they call you the brightest witch of this age?’ he joked, his playful tone making Hermione blush, a tender pink spreading across her cheeks. He straightened his shoulders, locked eyes with Hermione in the fire’s glow, and allowed a sense of seriousness to take over. ‘These heirlooms are magical,’ he said confidently, his tone steady and serious.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpY6bGwuRH
Hermione studied the heirlooms with visible scepticism as she spoke. ‘They are enchanted, but that doesn’t prove much. Mine has been passed down through generations of Muggles in my family,’ she said, shaking her head. She brushed her fingers across the delicate silver chain. Doubts continued to cloud her mind as she thought about Harry’s ring, understanding its special significance. ‘Harry’s ring I get, but…’ Her voice trailed off as she gazed at her own necklace.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzold1dWWze
Draco let out a sharp scoff that faintly echoed around the clearing and, with an impatient flourish, waved off Hermione’s scepticism. His pale fingers cut through the gloom with practised ease, dismissing her doubts with a single, confident motion. Hermione locked eyes with him, glaring sharply, her narrowed eyes and pressed lips silently rebuking his attitude. Undeterred, Draco pressed on. ‘Just listen to my theory,’ he insisted, shaking his head with frustration and conviction as stray platinum strands tumbled over his brow. ‘What if they are?’ he proposed, his voice carrying a note of curiosity as he mused aloud.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSb4BLJk2ET
Draco circled the fire, tapping his chin and gazing into the distance as he continued, ‘Dumbledore mentioned that the heirlooms have absorbed magic from their wearers over thousands of years, meaning those who used them must have had some innate magical ability.’ He kicked a stray pebble absent-mindedly, his movements betraying an impatience beneath his composed exterior. He said, ‘I don’t think combining this power will be as easy as Dumbledore claims. There’s probably a trick or a specific step to unlock it,’ lowering his voice into an uneasy hush as he considered possible solutions—ancient spells, lost rituals, or a test of character. Draco’s pacing grew restless, his cloak whispering against the ground, revealing his growing eagerness and frustration as he contemplated the seriousness of their task and the dangers that might await them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfijphqtiBa
Draco paused and turned his full attention to Hermione. ‘And you must keep it secret. Why is it necessary to hide them?’ he asked, lowering his voice to a serious, quiet tone. Draco fixed his blue eyes on her, steady and probing, intent on unravelling the web of secrecy he hinted at.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9icUM6M3Xl
Hermione frowned and instinctively curled her fingers around the delicate silver chain at her throat, her gaze dropping to the necklace. The history it carried pressed on her, silently reminding her of the generations who had guarded its secrets. She hesitated, worry flickering in her eyes as she tried to articulate the danger they faced. ‘I assume the Dark Lord might have known about them back then. If he finds out we have stronger versions, he’ll likely try to kill us and take them,’ she said, her voice shaky with concern. Ron nodded silently beside her, clenching his jaw and letting worry shadow his eyes, fully aware of the grave threat these powerful heirlooms pose and of the relentless determination of their enemy to seize them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH8xFNu5w58
Draco halted his pacing as he turned to face Hermione. He locked eyes with her, curiosity and reluctant admiration flickering in his blue gaze. ‘That’s a good hypothesis, Granger, but that’s not quite what I meant,’ he said, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He nodded, a platinum lock falling forward as he added, ‘Still, nice catch—I hadn’t thought of it from your perspective,’ his tone both playful and respectful.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5C7UJ7hFw
Confused, Hermione frowned as she tried to interpret Draco’s theory. She asked softly, ‘What did you mean?’, her voice filled with curiosity and concern. With a more serious expression, she pressed her lips into a thin line, mentally reviewing their conversation to find any overlooked hints in Draco’s words. Her mind raced through possibilities and half-formed ideas.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1KvFLGH6ZE
Draco furrowed his brow, considering the contrast between his perspective and Hermione’s, and said, ‘I was thinking along the same lines, but my “who” was different from yours.’ He turned away from Hermione for a moment, his gaze fixed on the glowing fire as if searching for the right words in the ashes. Ron, Hermione, and Snape watched him closely, puzzled by his remark, their faces displaying curiosity and impatience.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8jpLwVBhr3
Snape hissed sharply, his patience thinning as irritation curled his lips. He fixed Draco with a piercing, cold stare that stripped away any bluster. ‘Mr Malfoy, please get to the point,’ he demanded, speaking with sharp, deliberate words. Snape displayed long-standing frustration in the deepening lines around his eyes as he rolled them upward in annoyance at his former student’s habit of dodging questions.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1iWCw1CMO
Draco sighed heavily, clearly displeased as he scanned their unenthusiastic faces. ‘You guys are no fun,’ he muttered, giving a theatrical huff before he crossed his arms tightly—a silent gesture that showed both his frustration and his urge to shield himself from their indifference. He straightened, his eyes shining with impatience and sincerity, and began to explain more carefully. ‘They are heirlooms, so you might need to hide them from people who could identify them and their previous owners.’ As Draco spoke, he studied each face around the circle, as though he were assessing their understanding. He adopted a serious tone, which contrasted with his earlier flippancy and highlighted the risk that even a single recognition could cause trouble. Draco gave a resigned shrug, his shoulders slumping and his chest rising with a deep breath. ‘I guess it could cause some problems,’ he admitted, his voice softer and tinged with reluctant acceptance.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbt8mwN9yO
Sudden understanding sparked in Hermione’s eyes, and she let go of her scepticism as Draco’s reasoning settled over her. ‘Ah, I see what you’re saying!’ she exclaimed, her tone lively with excitement and clarity. She rapidly considered the implications—not only the magical power woven into the heirlooms, but also the centuries of knowledge, secrets, and dangers they held. As she reflected on the necessity of concealment, she recognised that hiding these enchanted artefacts protected not only their power but also shielded them from those who might recall their storied past or seek to misuse their legacies.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡExnoS4yzA5
‘Yeah, now you get it!’ Draco said, and a broad grin spread across his face, brightening his features with genuine joy. For a brief moment, he dropped his usual guarded demeanour and showed open, boyish enthusiasm. His voice rang out with triumphant energy—not the hollow satisfaction of being right, but the more profound joy of being truly understood.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ69K0M16zbN
Ron shook his head and quietly sighed as he looked up at the sky, his breath misting faintly in the cool night air. He didn’t feel jealous, but he couldn’t stop the sense of distance from the mission. The vast canopy of stars above seemed to highlight the gap separating him from Hermione and Draco, whose whispered exchanges and sharp theories left him struggling to keep up. Doubt lingered, biting at his confidence and leaving a dull ache in his chest.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKripB7eRLZ
Hermione and Draco sat close together, engrossed in an animated and intense conversation. At the same time, Ron lingered on the sidelines—physically present but almost absent in spirit, resembling a ghost at a feast. He couldn’t shake the sense that he merely followed along, not truly engaging in the moment. Memories of past adventures flashed through his mind—he remembered standing beside Harry and Hermione amid danger, always managing to carve out his place. Yet, as these thoughts swirled, he reaffirmed his loyalty to Hermione and felt his resolve harden like steel beneath the uncertainty. Clenching his fists, he refused to let doubt weaken him, reminding himself that even if he weren’t the one solving every puzzle, he would remain her steadfast anchor—always ready to stand by her, no matter where this journey led them.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXWyA8Scc5
Ron pushed aside his lingering doubts as Snape stood up. The Potions Master gave them a stern, scrutinising look. ‘Now that we’ve reviewed Dumbledore’s letter,’ Snape said, his voice sharp and straightforward, breaking through the quiet that had fallen over the clearing, ‘I think it’s best we get some rest.’ Snape strode confidently to the edge of the clearing, his footsteps silent against the soft ground. He swiftly flicked his wand, drawing intricate patterns in the air as the tip glowed a faint blue and he cast several protective spells. The wards shimmered briefly, like moonlight rippling across glass, before vanishing. Snape scanned the group with an inscrutable expression, his eyes revealing weary vigilance. ‘I’ve placed wards around the area; we should be safe,’ he said, his tone firm and reassuring. ‘I will stay on watch tonight to keep us safe,’ he added softly but with determination.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklPBupAdqf
The others quietly nodded, gratitude and relief clear on their faces. Snape’s commanding presence, paired with the wards he provided, actively eased some of the tension that lingered. Trusting in his vigilance, they silently prepared for the long, uncertain night ahead, relying on their unlikely guardian as they settled down beneath the stars. Draco tossed several blankets to Ron and Hermione, and the thick wool folds landed with a satisfying thud on the leaf-covered ground. They spread the blankets over the uneven dirt, smoothing out the edges and patting down stray grass patches to create the most comfortable sleeping spot they could. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeaMpC5RTkX
Hermione lay down carefully, curled up under the blanket, pulling it snugly over her shoulders and tucking it beneath her chin, savouring the soft fabric against her skin. She looked up for a moment at the starry sky overhead, and the quiet of the campsite wrapped her in a peaceful cocoon. Despite her efforts to relax, Hermione’s mind raced as she replayed every detail of the evening vividly. Anxiety fluttered in her chest, and she found it hard to sleep after the cascade of revelations they had uncovered.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhOhntYZWCM
Hermione teetered between fear and excitement as she prepared to travel to the Third Age. Daunted and thrilled by the anticipation, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach with each uncertain thought. She recognised that they were about to confront another war—the very conflict that had ignited their previous fight. The looming danger set her heart racing and made her breathing shallow, yet her curiosity pressed her forward. The idea of witnessing the world as it once was fascinated her, despite all the mission’s uncertainties. She imagined ancient forests veiled in mist, towering castles beneath stormy skies, and the echoes of forgotten battles reverberating through history. With every step toward entering the Third Age, Hermione plunged deeper into a tapestry spanning centuries, brimming with magic, conflict, and secrets. Anxiety prickled at her skin, but she relished the thrill of possibility, sensing that they stood on the brink of discovering something extraordinary in a time untouched by her own era.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuUj25ZJYD
Hermione smiled softly and closed her eyes, allowing the peaceful camp to relax her. The quiet night surrounded her, interrupted only by Draco’s steady snores blending with Ron’s heavier, slightly wheezing breaths—an odd yet comforting duet. The low-burning fire gently hummed, its logs popping and crackling now and then, casting a warm, amber glow across the sleeping figures. The earthy aroma of moss and damp leaves, combined with the scent of burning wood, grounded Hermione. Underneath her blanket, she felt the gentle contours of the uneven ground pressing against her back, while the cool night air brushed her cheeks. Surrounded by the soft rhythms of breathing, rustling leaves, and the fire’s dying murmur, she gradually released the tension in her muscles. Her busy mind, once filled with worries, began to drift as the comforting presence of her companions and the night’s stillness soothed her.
A/N: So, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and Draco’s introduction into it. I’m going to try to keep him the same as he was before, while remembering he has also just lost his mother, so broody moments are inevitable.
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