Primrose arrived in a forest, not far from the majestic castle called Hogwarts. She looked around in awe before she pulled up her hoodie over her head. She took out her flashlight and shone it in front of her. It was already dark there, should be easy for her to sneak in.

She walked inside Hogwarts effortlessly. She opened The Marauder's Map, looking for Dumbledore. It looked like he's staying at one place and she's sure enough, that would be his office.

When she arrived in front of his office, she remembered what Harry told her. A password.

"Sherbet Lemon."

The door soon opened and she grinned in satisfaction.

This is so cool.

She stepped into his office and looked around, not too much because she didn't want to be seen like she's snooping. "Professor Dumbledore?" Primrose called out.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Still silence.

She sighed, "Professor, I have no ill intention."

That's when he came out, looking at her from his balcony of his office, "Who might you be?"

"My name's Primrose Quinton. I'm here to prevent more deaths of muggle-borns by the death eaters in the future."

"Future, you say?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'm from year 2020, the year where the death eaters come back with a new leader. By year 2020, there will be no more secrets between species. Sorcerers, vampires, werewolves, mutants, and supernatural live and work together in harmony. Until, the death eaters came back." Primrose explained. Dumbledore walked down the stairs, slowly walking towards her, "And what do you desire, coming to this time, now?"

"A little help from you."

"What help would that be?" He asked. Primrose took the vial filled with memories from her backpack and handed it to him, "Your previous students wanted me to give you this. A message, proof, call it what you want. They're the memories of Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."

He took the vial with a slightly astonished expression, "Draco... Malfoy?"

She nodded, "I was told that he's quite a... mischievous student back then. He's pretty much a better person in 2020. Much better."

He looked up to the ceiling slowly before turning his face to Primrose again, "That's... delightful." Suddenly, there's a hidden section coming out, showing something looking like a sink. When Primrose really thought it was a sink full of water, Dumbledore picked up the water-like-looking-plate and it floated until it reached his desk.

He then poured the liquid from the vial into the water.

Is that even water?

He then dipped his head in the water.

Primrose's eyes widened, Well that's not a fun way to watch memories.

5 minutes.
10 minutes.

He's not drowning, right?

That's when Dumbledore finally took out his head from the plate.

I guess not.

Primrose kept on staring at him as she realised that there's no single trace of water on him. He's dry.

Well, magic.

Dumbledore looked so disturbed—almost anxious. He then looked at me, "Tell me everything you need."

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Dumbledore had let Primrose stay the night at the guest room, far from the dorms. That morning, she went to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Primrose didn't know what she actually needed, and she was honest about it. So, Dumbledore came up with his own idea of what Primrose should get.

She got a wand, Dragon Core. She also bought a white fluffy cat since Dumbledore said every students were required to bring one.

He also encouraged her to buy a suitcase instead of using a backpack. That's because no one's really aware of the existence of backpacks back then, so she bought one.

Also clothes. Lots of clothes that would be fitting for her in Hogwarts. There were so many stuffs so Dumbledore taught her on how to use a spell where she can put everything in the bag but it won't be overloaded nor heavy.

Which was cool.

Not to forget, she bought a quill and an ink. She sighed, realising that it's gonna be harder because she can't use a pen. She chose a silver quill with a white feather and small diamonds on its body. Kind of fancy because she got everything for free. Might as well put it in a good use.

They almost look like Swarovski.

When Primrose came back to Hogwarts, she was using the back entry as advised by Dumbledore. Then, she saw something that caught her attention.

"My father and I have a bet you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees, he thinks you won't last five."

Draco Malfoy?

Hermione was right. He was a prick.

Far, at the corner, she saw someone who's wearing a weird eye patch. Primrose was sure, he's staring at Harry Potter. She squinted her eyes before turning her head to watch the drama between Harry and Draco.

Primrose's eyes widened in disbelief when Draco pulled out his wand. Then that's when Mad Eye Moody came and helped Harry. Primrose let out a laughter when Mad Eye Moody turned Draco into a ferret.

Primrose cupped her mouth to contain her laughter when the professor put Draco—now a ferret in to Crabbe's trousers.

Say hello to my little friend.

Primrose laughed at her own joke and walked away, straight to Dumbledore's office.

"What was your last name again, Primrose?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's Quinton, sir."

Dumbledore nodded while handing her a letter, "Very well. I wish you all the best."

"Thank you, professor. For helping me." Primrose said, genuinely grateful for his help. She then took the letter from him, knowing that it must've been the letter of acceptance to Hogwarts.

"It is you that I have to express my gratitude to, Miss Quinton. Also, I have something for you."

Primrose stared at him as he waved his wand, casting a yellow light to her. Primrose looked at herself before looking up again, "What was that?"

"Likability."

Ouch.

"Are you saying that I didn't have likability?" She said, kind of hurt. This made Dumbledore laughed, "You are likable. But not to Tom Riddle. That's why you'll need it."

Oh.

Primrose nodded and put the vial of Pym Particles inside the watch.

Dumbledore stared at the watch, "That is certainly... a flourished technology, Miss Quinton."

Primrose smiled proudly, "You have no idea what we have in 2020. You'll be amazed."

Then she pressed the button.

AUTHOR'S NOTE;
Thank you for reading!