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It had been so simple, really.
Go back.
Learn.
Return.
The scrawl on the inside of his wrist was messy this time. As if written in a dazed hurry.
You’re here. You’re here. You’re alive. You’re finally here!
And on it went.
Over and over again.
The words disappeared and reappeared.
The elegant slope of each letter almost mesmerizing, even in this obvious state of distress the writer was in.
Alas: nothing ever went according to plan in his life.
There was a flicker of... something in the reader’s mind. Something that had been eerily dormant until then. Something he hadn’t known was missing.
He was so screwed.
The Boy-Who-Lived clenched his fist and clutched the special time turner around his neck protectively.
This didn’t make any sense.
He didn’t have a soulmate.
But the hopeful scrawl on his arm seemed to mock him happily and clearly suggested otherwise.
What really confused him, though, was that the black calligraphy looked so ... familiar.
Familiar because it brought back memories of pipes and obliviate and-
“Ah, Harry Potter, I assume?”
Said boy’s head whipped around to take in Dumbledore, who stood at the office’s entrance with a warm smile on his face.
And a knowing twinkle in his eyes