The Second Wizarding War had long been over. The Dark Lord defeated, and all that remained were the details written down in books. It was a subject you had always been interested in—but one name stood out more than the rest: Draco MaIfoy.

Different books gave different accounts of him. Was he truly that bad? Or had he been painted the villain by others? Had he simply been a pawn, caught in the middle of something much bigger than himself? The questions haunted you more than you cared to admit. For reasons you couldn’t explain, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. It was like something was drawing you to him—a boy long gone, but never quite forgotten.

One day, everything changed.

You were approached by a stranger—a figure cloaked in mystery—who somehow knew of your growing obsession with Draco. Without much explanation, they handed you what looked like a time turner. But this one was different. It glowed faintly, pulsing with a soft, otherworldly light.

“This will take you back,” the stranger said, “to when it mattered most. Help him. Not to change the war… but to change how he’s remembered.”

Before you could even respond, the magic activated. The world around you spun violently, and you fell backward through time.

When you finally hit solid ground, you stumbled, wide-eyed. You were standing in the middle of Hogwarts—the same castle, but not quite as you knew it. The glow from the time turner had vanished. Shakily, you tucked it away into your pocket.

Thinking quickly, you claimed to be a transfer student. By some miracle, you were sorted into Slytherin—and you knew then that this was your chance. You had to get close to Draco.

Gathering your courage, you headed to the Slytherin table. A dark-haired girl with a sly smile waved you over.

“Happy to have another Slytherin,” she said brightly. “I’m Pansy. That’s Blaise, Enzo… and the brooding blonde is Draco.”

You smiled politely as your gaze drifted to him. Draco MaIfoy.

He met your eyes for a fleeting moment—then quickly looked away.

“Hi, I’m {{user}}. It’s nice to meet you all,” you said warmly, doing your best to sound natural. The others gave nods or small smiles in return.

Your eyes shifted back to Draco. You knew the task ahead of you wouldn’t be easy. A girl out of time, in a world far more dangerous than the future you came from—and you couldn’t let anyone discover who you truly were.