-Stella Malfoy-

I stared at him blankly.

"I repeat, who are you?" The boy hissed.

Following a few seconds of hesitance, "We are Draco Malfoy's daughters, we are coming from the future."

Ron started laughing. "Come on, these are just some Hufflepuff girls trying to troll us."

Luna's breath got heavier and her hands clenched into fists. Then she reached out to her neck, where the Time Turner was hanging. "See this? It's a time turner!"

Hermione's eyes got larger after taking a closer look at it. "That's a real one, these girls aren't lying." If she only knew we'd be her future daughters, and no, I'll not say step daughters instead, she was more of a mom than Fleur ever was. 

Too bad we would have to use memory extraction spell on them later, it was too much of a risk to have her knowing us before we were actually born.

"How do we know they are the ferret's kids, then?" Ron resisted.

I wanted to slap him in the face. "Doesn't it show from my face?" I snarled.

"Yeah, but hers doesn't." He pointed Luna, she looked neither like dad nor Fleur, she was more like great aunt Bellatrix' with her big chocolate eyes and curvy figure- at least how curvaceous someone her age could be. 

"Don't be such a bitch, Weasel. We are here to save a cursed girl, if you don't believe us, Harry can go grab his invisibility cloak and take a peek at The Cursed Gryffindor from The Restricted Section."

They stared at me in shock.

"Wait- how do you know about my cloak?" Demanded Harry.

"Long story. Just do as I say." Wow, I enjoyed bossing people around. 

So Harry went back to his dormitory in the mostly emptied Hogwarts to take his cloak. He returned half an hour. In the meantime, we chatted with Hermione, completely ignoring Ron. This must have drove him crazy. 

Harry's breath was parched, he took long breaks as he spoke. 

"I've seen the most crazy vision of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. He cursed Godric's daughter, Rosalind." 

I threw Ron a "See what I mean now?" look. However, this didn't seem to bother him the slightest bit! 

"Okay, so even if this is all true, how can we know she doesn't actually plan to hand you over to Death Eaters?"

I tried to keep calm. A tip from me: If you want to negotiate with someone, you shouldn't sound hostile and agitated.

"We just want to make up for a mistake my grandfather did that possibly cost a young girl her life. Now come on, we have 183 960 turns to go back to 1990."

His friends probably have noticed Ron was being a jerk so they joined us and eventually Ron did too, huffing. "I swear we are going to regret this."

Then Luna started turning, at 30k, she passed on to Harry and it went on like that. Once again (only after 25 minutes this time), different places at a macro speed surpassed. We were once more in the Hogwarts grounds. Almost everything looked the same, except the lighting, which gave the room a spooky ambiance.

"Don't let people see you, you are The Boy Who Lived for god's sake!" I rebuffed.

Hermione asked with her kindest, "Where do we go now?"

"An orphanage in Alderbury, Wiltshire."

"That's a bit far, isn't it? Maybe we can apparate," Harry suggested.

And then both Luna and Hermione looked at him, peeved and said synchronically, "You can't apparate to or from Hogwarts grounds!" Then they looked at each other and started laughing. 

"Well, we can exit the school and then apparate?" Offered Ron, proudly.

"The douchebag is right. Solely, no one should see us." I smiled evilly at Ron, I was making sure he was going to pay for hurting Hermione.

So we carefully exited the building and reached the gate after fifteen minutes of making believe we are top secret agents. As it was Easter and also the lunchtime, no one was guarding the door, there was probably just a spell for prohibiting strangers entering. None for going out.

It was the Golden Trio's last year, that resulted in lots of apparation practice. They were most likely pretty good at it now. So we made a circle and held hands.

"You might vomit since it's your first time," warned Ron with a smirk. 

Then we started swirling around like crazy, I was shaking, it felt like my interior was hopping. At last, we were in the little village of Alderbury, surrounded by small cottages, a church and a grocery store. In a hill seemingly close to the skyline, our home, The Malfoy Manor stood with all it's glamour.

"It's a small village, the orphanage can't be too far," said Luna.

"If there is one, of course," murmured Ron. 

In a short walk on the rocky roads of Alderbury, we finally reached to the front of the orphanage, situated next to a tavern and it's rusty sign hanging. 

"They mustn't recognize us, we should put the cloak on," remarked Hermione, referring to the Golden Trio. I didn't like the idea of going on as two little girls, alas, we had to.

Upon our entrance, a woman who introduced herself as Mrs Humphry, greeted us.

"Hello, ladies. How can I help you?"

"We were looking for a long-lost friend, Ava Wilders. We've been told she's here. Can we see her?" I asked.

She seemed lost and stumbled.

"Eh, she has been adopted not long ago. She now lives up in the manor on the top of the hill. The Malfoy Manor, that is. And you weirdly look similar to the man who adopted her."

"Oh really?" I laughed it off. "Such a shame, thank you anyways." I added and we walked away, now headed towards the Malfoy Manor.

It was probably the first time in my life that I was actually scared of it. It felt like those leafless trees, grand iron fences and the sudden bad weather had something to do with it. 

"Are we sure we want to do this?" Whispered Ron under the clock.

"Yes Ron, since when were you such a chicken?" Snapped Hermione. Ron didn't daresay any further.

"Should we knock the door?" Joked Harry.

"No need, the doors of the Malfoy household are always open to help those in need," I replied sarcastically.

"In need of dying," Harry added. Even the jokes about death and how evil my family used to be softened the nervous vibe, I felt slightly stressed. There was no backing up from this point anyways. They probably knew someone was in our house.

I was going to lead them to the drawing room, where Malfoys welcomed their guests, but then we heard a snaky voice.

"What a mishap it is, for you Lucius, to not reach the honor of giving me your flesh, as this one is about transferring to another body."

"I hope, the next time..." stammered Lucius. I was disgusted at my grandfather's obsequiousness. Who would want to give that an important part of their body? As I was thinking, Harry got rid of his clock and rushed into the room, Hermione tucked the cloak into her beaded bag and we all desperately followed. He could have gotten himself killed!

"Oh, Harry Potter and his friends came, possibly hormone injected," Lucius mocked with a grin. When he finished, his eyes met my eyes and for a second, I saw a confused look in his eyes. This was the only time he saw his granddaughter this grown up, and it was somewhat sad, that he had an internal struggle trying to recognize me.

"Harry, just the one I was looking for! You see, I am not exactly in the condition to greet you, but Nagini can do that instead." And with that, the fetus alike Voldemort started to speak in some weird language. A few seconds later, hissing voices and sounds of a scaled skin crawling on the floor. Nagini was a snake.

Blood froze in our veins as we waited for it to arrive and strike with his venomous teeth. But then, an extremely high voice of something glimmering caught our attention instead. Within a few moments, it started getting a clearer form on Harry's hand, and at last we saw it entirely: It was a sword, embedded with silver and rubies. One name was engraved on it: Godric Gryffindor.

It was apparent that Harry had a boost of confidence and with that he turned, only to face the bloody snake flying to his face. He didn't have enough time to prevent it, Nagini bit him on the arm. However, he didn't lose his cool and his reflexes made him act within nanoseconds, he slit the head of the snake from it's body. It flew right into the boiling cauldron, with Harry's blood on it's teeth. The room was shattering with the fetus' screams in agony, the glasses broke in and a chandelier fell. In the chaos, we snatched Rosalind. The last thing we saw before disapparating was a bone dropping from the hand of my grandfather.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You will renew your son!"