The war was over… or so it seemed. Harry Potter had died, Voldemort survived, and the wizarding world lay in ruins. Y/N survived alone, haunted by those she couldn’t save. In the rubble of the professors’ office, she finds a Time-Turner. She touches it. Light swirls, time twists… and she opens her eyes on Platform 9¾, about to board the train for her first year. Children laugh, owls screech, luggage rolls by. Everything is the same—but Y/N knows she can change fate this time.
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@me_yThe platform swelled with life, a cacophony of laughter and shrieking owls and the great hissing breath of the scarlet steam engine. Sunlight poured through the glass roof in dusty golden beams, catching on the brass of luggage trolleys and the glossy feathers of owls in their cages. The smell of coal smoke and butterbeer and new robes hung thick in the air.