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"So you're telling me there's a three headed dog in the third floor corridor" Cytherea narrowed her eyes at the three nodding heads.
"I'm sorry, there's a what? " Euphemia Potter raised her voice for the first time since these memories started.
Many flinched forgetting she was there in the first place.
"Why were you there in the first place?"
" Exactly! " Lily started at her future son who gave her a sheepish smile
"We were running away from Flinch and that was the first room we saw" Hermione explained
Cytherea nodded and walked out the Gryffindor coomon room.
The camera shifts to show Cytherea walking in the Slytherin common room and into the first year dorm where Achilles was sketching.
" How did you get in? " a gryffindor asked her
" You don't need to know "
" Achilles! " She called out gaining the attention of the other three in the dorm
" What are you doing here mudblood, get out " Draco sneered
Before Achilles could retort back , Cytherea beat him to it
" Unless you want me to show you what I can do with just a this quill here, shut up " she sneered back at him
" You know, I was genuinely scared "
" Good "
Cytherea pulled Achilles out of his bed and dragged him out.
" Where are we going? "
" The kitchens "
Achilles followed her without any further questions.
The screen shifts to show Achilles and Cytherea standing in front of the third floor room.
" Didn't know you were such a rebel " Achilles grinned at her
" Now you do"
They unlocked the door and were stunned by what was inside.
Well not so much for Cytherea
" Are you kidding me? Who keeps this in a school full of children" Achilles whispered in shock
" Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbdore "
" I'm not even gonna ask why you memorised his name
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂
Hayran KurguPeople believe that history always finds a way to repeat itself Perhaps, not entirely But it still does. Where the past watches their future OR Where the past is attacked by the train of deja-vu's * I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. *
