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Draco Malfoy walked along the familiar hallways and corridors of what was left of their manor, memories from a time long ago came through to him. While reminiscing about what used to be, he felt a cold breeze flow toward him, stopping his walk, he stood at the corridor of the forbidden wing of his childhood home. Through the cold of his adolescent memories and the hollowness of his young adulthood, even more memories came flooding back to him, memories of his cherished childhood.
He walked toward the only room in the manor he was never allowed to enter, he remembered the many warnings he was always told of this room-- especially by his father before the cruel hands of darkness overtook him and his sanity. He stood in front of the door he was always told to beware of and thought about the days when his life wasn't overtaken with propriety, rising expectations, and the suffocating grip of rules, and he yearned, for what? Freedom. Because it struck him clearly, that freedom was what he truly desired, for he was given anything he needed and more but not anything he wanted. So, he cast 'Alohomora' and opened the door.
When the door opened, he felt a gust of magic hit his entire body, not dark magic, not warding magic, simply pure magic, just magic, not even spells. It stunned you, but he broke out of his stupor when a voice called out from within, "Hello? Who's there?" He walked into the unfamiliar room, it was very Slytherin-Esque, silver snakes decorated parts of the room which was varying shades of black and silver. In the middle of the room was a canopied bed and, on the wall, just in front of it was a portrait with an intricately carved frame. Inside was a beautifully elegant lady, she had long, curled, platinum hair and donned an elegant green dress with a raven perched on her shoulder. She stared at him in thought, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?" In response, she too, asked a question, "How could you not recognize me?" Though Draco's face only scrunched in confusion, who was this lady? She smiled amusedly and stroked her raven as she told him of her name, "I am Agnes Eleonore Rosier Malfoy."
Draco's eyes widened, she was his grandmother! "Grand mère? You are her?" Grand mère held her smile as she nodded, "it seems that I was not a subject often spoken about, yes?" and she had gotten her answer from the nod he gave. "Where is your father? I expect he is well." but expectations could not bend reality, for his father was not, infact, well, "Father is..." Draco paused, unsure of the way to broach the news to his Grand mère, "in Azkaban." The news shocked her, at least, it looked like it did, her eyes widened and her brows raised but her response was just as shocking, "I told him to claim he was imperiused." Had his grand mère tried to help his father? But he couldn't ask his question because she had asked on first.
"Little dragon, do you ever wish you could go back to the past? To have a do-over and save those you held dear, yet had not held tight enough?" And that had brought him to familiar days, ones where he cried through each night wishing he could start again, and replied, "of course I have. But that won't happen, it's too late now." But to that, she smiled wearily, "That's true, but will you try one thing?" He thought for a moment and nodded, "Recite 'Redi ad id quod olim fuit' with your wand. Promise to come visit me?" Despite the question confusing him, he did as he was told.
"Redi ad id quod olim fuit"
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He opened his eyes to a blurry background, he was confused, where had he gone? Though the question was soon forgotten when he saw his mother's beautifully loving face, and, without realizing it, he started crying, wailing even. Because of his crying, she picked him up and soothed him in her arms. It was then that he realized where he had gone, he was back in the past, he went back in time.