Chapter 2

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I sat in my muggle hotel room, tapping my fingers on the elegantly furnished wooden bed-side table. The illusion of my perfect life was shattered. All I had now was my magic, money, property, and other materialistic matter. I sunk back into my luxurious bed, drowning in my own thoughts. 

The wizarding world had been corrupted by Dumbledore, and I had to save it. The only way was to embrace the darkness and re-do the past. I pulled out my book and began to do the ritual for time travel, a long lost one written in parseltongue. My vision blacked out as I got pulled back into the past. 

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