When my magical alarm went off in the morning, I quickly silenced it. Without wasting time I get ready and hurry down to the dining hall. It was early and nearly no one was in the hallways. But I knew that Dumbledore was on of the people who got up early for breakfast. Contemplating if it was a good idea to talk to him in the great hall, I entered. Searching for the headmaster my eyes caught on the big goblet of fire before jumping to the figure with the literal eye patch. Fuck! I totally forgot what happened in that year! The Triwizarding Tournament, Alastor Moody was Barty Crouch Jr and not to forget the death of Cedric Diggory and the return of the Dark Lord. A good thing was that occlumency had become like breathing to me and as far as I could tell I still could do it without problems, even if I was younger once again. But being in my 5th year again sucked. I already had to repeat that class the first time around, because my mother wasn't satisfied with my O.W.L.s but doing it a 3rd time? Horror. At least I didn't have to worry about my grades and could focus on finding solutions for the many problems that accumulated.

Sitting down on the ravenclaw table I ate a small portion of porridge with fruit, while keeping an eye out for Dumbledore. When he left the hall, I quickly scrambled after him, nearly tripping over my own feet. Great job at being discreet... When I walked out he seemed to be waiting at the stairs, a look of mild amusement on his face. Stopping myself from rolling my eyes I walked up to him. Of course this mothrfucker noticed that I wanted something. He was way to collected and secretive for my liking, his way to handle things made me uncomfortable because he always seemed to knew what would happen next. Throwing him a small smile I addressed him: "Good morning Professor. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything important. If you have time, I wish to speak with you about something really important. It's really urgent." I gave my best not to sound too desperate, but failed miserably. Nodding he invited me to accompany him to his office.

When we finally entered and the door clicked shut behind us, I sank down on one of the chairs in front of his desk. I didn't even know where to start! While my thoughts were spinning faster and faster like a caroussel, Dumbledore took a seat in his chair. My thoughts got interrupted when a bowl with lemon drops appeared in my field of vision. "Care for one? I always feel better with a sweet", the old man told me. Giving up my spiraling, I popped a bonbon in my mouth.

After a moment I finally found my voice and everything gushed out of me. I told him that I woke up in the halls, that I nearly died in the future and how I mysteriously returned to this point in time. I left out what caused everything to not spoil future events, but at last I spilled all the shards I found next to me in that hallway on his desk. Looking closer I realised that this must have been the brooch he gave me.

Warily I looked from the small parts up at him and back. My brain piecing together a rather crazy idea. "You knew...", I whispered, "You knew something like this would happen didn't you?!" The last part sounded more accusing. Yet when I looked at him again, he looked a bit perplexed.

That made me shut up. If he didn't knew then I was screwd. Finally he spoke up, his voice calm. "Yes I gave you that brooch with an intention, but even I didn't know its full power. I never could have imagined that it would be powerful enough to send somebody back in time. It should have been merely an artefact that guided and protected you. But it seems to have fulfilled its job as it is shattered now. There must be a reason you came back here. But it is deeply dangerous, if anybody finds out you know the future, you will be in grave danger."

Trying to process all this I sunk down in the chair. He didn't know why I was here. He couldn't help... I didn't want to repeat these years again and now that I knew things that I shouldn't it could get from worst to deep shit. Burying my face in my hands I sighed.

I could hear my opposides footsteps, before I felt his hands on my soulders. "Don't fret. I may not know why your'e here, but see it as a chance. It doesn't seem to repeat time, more like rewrite it and therefore you can chose a new path. Just be careful. You can tell no one what you know. Not even me. Even if your own path isn't fixed, there are certain things that have to happen."

Trying to smile at him I nodded. He straigtened. "Good. I see you already keep your thoughts locked, keep it that way. I know it can be challangeing but I have no doubt that you can reduce it to the important things to keep the strain and suspicion minimal."

Now I frowned. I nearly had forgotten how high he held me and my abilities. I still didn't know why. What made him think I was special? That a theoretically 5th grader had the abilities to conquer all this? Raising my hands in surrender I gave up. "Okay...Yes, if you belief that I can do this than fine. This time I would even accept your invitation to join the Order, if it still stands."

The old man happily clapped his hands. "Great! Yes of course. Its not time yet to meet everybody, but soon. I will contact them about our newest member, you. Take this."

This time he handed me a bus ticket for the knight bus. Accepting my fate, I pocket the piece of paper. "Thank you."

"Just be careful. Go, I believe you will be late for class otherwise", he told with eyes sparkling of mischief. Saying my goodbyes I left the office. God, this man was just such a mess to handle. At least now I had a few answers and my first step to hopefully a new future.