I raised the necklace with a pendant resembling an hourglass. It was a Time-Tuner, a gift from a friend from the Ministry of Magic, Hermion Grange. Having been reminded of how dangerous time traveling, I still wanted to go back.
I took a deep breath and spun the hourglass. As I watched it rotate, my surroundings began to move faster and faster but in a going back manner. Just like putting a video on rewind. At last, it stopped. I expected everything to be in sepia tone though, “I sighed” but nonetheless I am still in the past.
Certainly, I have lots of regrets and mistakes from the past. Most were embarrassingly enough that I don’t want to talk about it but some were hilarious though. Anyway, If I go back in the past I would want to watch myself first before taking any actions that may or may not help me in the present time.
The first period I went to was during my elementary school life. As I watched myself live solitarily during my grade school, I felt heavy-hearted. I wanted to help myself so if I just talk to my little self and encourage him to try to make friends and be friends with everyone then maybe things would be different. Before I could walk to him, I paused and then let out a big sigh. I remembered that during my high school life I was surrounded with friends. And even though I was still socially awkward, those friends accepted and respected me. I think I did a great job improving myself without the help of a time machine or the future me.
Next, I want to go back to watch myself embarrass himself. Especially the times I got drunk and don’t remember everything that had happened after. I just need to fill those empty spaces in my memories. One friend even told me, “Tsk, Rj, I won’t be surprised if one day someone will knock on your door and tells you that you’re the father of her child!” And I don’t want that to happen, do I? Oh, and it may have sounded like I’m a drunkard but I’m not. It’s just that there were a few times, yes a few times, in my life that I’m really troubled, bothered and depressed. Hence, I’m telling you now, alcohol is not a solution to any problem. Please drink moderately.
Anyway, now that I filled the blanks in my memories, I needed to return so I spun the hourglass and just like what happened before, everything went into fast-forward until I was back on my present time. Since I didn’t do much and just watched myself from a safe distant, there weren’t any significant changes that happened. Suddenly, I heard someone knock on the door. My heart started pumping and started to breathe heavily, “Could it be?” I whispered, “Did I missed a time I got drunk?” I went to open the door and was shocked to see Hermione holding a little boy wearing black shorts and a red plaid polo shirt.
“No way?!” I said to myself as I looked at Hermion then to the little boy and back to Hermion. “Silly”, she laughed, “He’s not my child. And definitely not ours.”
“Oh, right.” I stuttered. “No way would that happen.” Ha-ha
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