Primrose looked at everyone in the meeting room in disbelief. So she had heard about this big plan on sending her to the past, to convince a teenage boy to not go to the dark side before he completely turned into the most fearsome Dark Lord.

That was the craziest idea and she's really pessimistic about it. What if she failed? Or she got killed? 

"Rose, I have finals coming up next week." Primrose said, staring right at her sister. She sighed, "I know but you won't be having any if you don't do this. By the time you had to sit for your finals, half of the population of muggle-born sorcerers would be dead."

Primrose shrugged weakly, "Maybe but, what can I do about it? After hearing how he was, I doubt there's going to be a chance of 50-50 it's going to work. It's like, 10-90 or 90-10, i don't know, either. Can't we just use AK-47 and shoot each of them in the head?"

"We believe in you, Prim. We know you can pull this off, that's why we chose you." Hermione spoke up and Primrose shook her head vigorously, "No, don't! Don't trust me, don't believe in me, seriously. It's not going to work, I'm not a persuasive person in the first place."

"Primrose, you're our only hope. You're a half-blood and not just a mere half-blood. You're a supernatural, the strongest of all sorcerers. You shouldn't be scared of Voldemort, Primrose. Be more scared of the present and future that will become dark soon." The man in glasses said, known as Harry Potter. Primrose was aware of the Dark Lord wanting him dead. Harry was in the history books after he defeated the Dark Lord. It was amazing, really.

The next man, sat beside Harry spoke too. His blonde hair, almost white made him almost not unrecognisable in the spacious meeting room. Basically he shone the most, "They found me that night. I was a death eater and they wanted me back. Of course I said no. I had to escape from my own house then came here straight away after I got a call from Potter."

Draco Malfoy. Primrose knew about him too. Hermione told her and her sister about almost everyone including him. According to Hermione, he was an arse.

"I'm sorry to hear that Mr Malfoy. Mr Potter, if I may ask, are your children in Hogwarts now?" Primroses asked and Potter nodded, "They are. We've contacted them and they said there were attacks there as well. The teachers handled everything so it's safe... for now. We don't know how long would it take for them to strike again."

Silence.

Primrose hated war. She couldn't stand seeing people get hurt but if she didn't do this, lots will die.

Lots of innocents.

"Please do it, Primrose."

A familiar voice greeted at the door. Primrose greeted back with a slightly shocked voice, "Mom."

Rosemary pulled out a chair for their mother and she sat on it, nodding to Rosemary before turning her head to smile at the younger child, "They're going to kill me too."

"Why?" Primrose's eyes widened. Rosemary scoffed, "I know they will, but we all know it's not gonna happen."

"Oh it will, if we're not doing anything about it." Their mother, Esme said while letting out a rather weak chuckle. She then continued, "I am a muggle-born, sweetheart. Both of my parents are normal humans."

Then it hit Primrose. The death eaters were going to come for their mother too.

"Then mom should be staying here, in the headquarters for a while. Until this is over." Primrose said, looking at Rosemary that nodded at her, "She'll be living at the safe house actually. Heavy duty security, don't worry."

Primrose nodded in satisfaction, "Well then, tell me everything I need to know about this wizarding world. And Hogwarts, of course."

In the room, everyone's eyes had glimmered with hope, with smiles full of certainty, now that they found their saviours.

"But I still like the idea of shooting them with AK-47." Primrose said.

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It had been three days, the attack had not stopped and it's worrying everyone. The government had been pressuring them to proceed with the mission, which honestly required some more time to make sure Primrose left nothing behind.

It had been explained that Adrian cursed some of the sorcerers. Although if he died, the curse would still live on, hence Primrose had to get the former Dark Lord himself to break the curse.

Hermione had been teaching her all the basic spells that she needed to know. It shouldn't be a problem for Primrose to use a wand and chant the spells as she was technically a sorcerer.

Not that I'm gonna need them anyway.

She thought to herself. But then she sighed. Although she had telekinesis, she still had to learn the spells since that would be learned at school. Would be suspicious enough for a girl to come out of nowhere with a supernatural ability in that timeline.

Primrose wrote every important spell in her journal. Usually she would just type things in her iPad, but since she's going to 1943, might as well don't scare the people there with advance technology like a tablet.

"What is Parseltongue?" She asked. Potter smiled, "Let's just say it's a snake language. Only people with Parseltongue can do it."

Fucking snakes.

Primrose hated snakes. She had a terrible experience with them and just by looking at pictures of them, made her shudder.

"Expelliarmus!"

Primrose waved her mother's wand and Draco's wand went flying, right into her grasp. Draco smiled at her with a nod, "Well done."

In the arena, two siblings were duelling, by hands. Rosemary was good with hand combat, and Primrose was no less despite her young age.

Rosemary would be lying if she said she was not worried about her little sister at all. She's aware of her capabilities, but as a sister, she can't help but to worry. She wanted nothing but the best for Primrose, but she had to let her go because she was after all, everyone's only hope.

Rosemary seemed to zone out a little bit so Primrose took the chance to jump over her head with a backflip and pulled her hair, kicking the back of her knee. Rosemary fell on her knees, "Ouch!"

Primrose grinned, "Sorry sis."

She then let go, holding her hand out to help Rosemary up.

Rosemary smiled in satisfaction, "Good job, Prim."

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Primrose played with her fingers due to anxiety. Today was the day and there's no going back now. Everyone had gathered around in the arena, making a circle around Primrose who's departing to another timeline soon.

Hermione stepped forward, holding a vial then handed it to Primrose,  "When you arrive, you have to tell Dumbledore. Give him this vial, it contains the mixture of our memories—mine, Harry and Draco's. There are memories that he had experience with us and the rest are future for him."

"You can't be seen. You have to go straight to Dumbledore's office. If anybody sees you, they're gonna be suspicious. And you don't want that. Once he sees everything, he will definitely help you. I'm sure of that." Harry said.

"You're going to our time first, Primrose. If you go straight to 1943, there wouldn't be much time for you to prepare. You have no help, you have nothing. If you were to go to Dumbledore first, he'll definitely do something." Draco said and I nodded, "Got it. Go to your time and speak to Dumbledore, give him the vial then he'll help me. After that, to Voldemort's time."

"Good. We wish you all the best, Prim." Rosemary said and I nodded. She passed me three small containers containing Pym Particles. "Pym Particles. You're travelling through Quantum Realm."

Rosemary continued, "Only three. One for you to go to Dumbledore, one for you to go to Voldermort and the last one, is for you to come back."

Primrose nodded, "Got it." She put two vials of Pym Particles in her backpack together with the vial of memories, wrapped in a bubble wrap that she purposely put because she already knew about the time travel particles. She then put the vial that's in her hand straight into her Quantum Realm Exploration watch.

Big ass watch.

"We're counting on you." Hermione said with a small smile.

"His name is Tom Riddle." Harry said.

Tom Riddle. Noted.

"All the best, sweetheart." Esme smiled, though there were tears waiting to fall from her right eyelid.

"Good luck, Primrose." Draco said then nodded to me once.

Primrose stared at the flickering watch, waiting to be initiated with a press of a button.

Here I come.

And she pressed the button.

Author's Note:
Hello! Thank you so much for reading the first chapter. I hope you'll stay tune for more! :D