** WARNING ** This fic contains themes in later chapters of depictions of violence. Chapters which contain these themes will include a trigger warning at the start of the episode.

“Do you remember when I told the minister that the Time Turner isn’t a weapon?”

“Yes.”

“I was wrong. It is a weapon. In the wrong hands, it could—it could destroy everything.”

It’s been twelve years since the war ended. Ten years since Draco Malfoy was forced from the depths of his depression by a mother and friends who refused to let him die in peace. Six years since he became an Auror for all the wrong reasons.

And for the next month, he's been assigned to protect Hermione Granger as she completes her latest invention: a new type of time travel.

You can’t change what happened, she told him. There could be catastrophic effects, cascading like ripples in a pond. So when they find themselves at the centre of a dark conspiracy that leaves them trapped in a past he’s been running from his whole life, they need to find a way home without unravelling their future.

Originally posted on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠archiveofourown.org/works/45576412⁠