Harry Potter Fanfic Time Travel Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she glanced at granny and then back at me before she cleared her throat and asked: “Okay and why did you think that I won’t be able to do it?” I looked down at the cup of coffee that has gone cold now as I remembered how miserable I was when I saw Jack come into the house holding her in his hands while she looked white as a ghost and unconscious. With all the heaviness in my heart, I looked at her saying: “I can’t see you get hurt again. The time spell drains the witch’s energy and soul, the more you go back in time the more it consumes you. I am scared it may kill you”

I can just gander at them from far off and couldn’t help but to recall how this scene was extremely recognizable to me. I perceived how Miracle soul isolated from her body and when our eyes met, I saw her disarray, perhaps like any other souls I come across, she wondered who I am—a question I’ve been pondering for so long yet I was unable to gather the right answer. The only fact I know is that I am not a mermaid but with only a simple touch, I can make someone forget about me. I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline.

Not when he is trapped inside T’s mind, anyway. “Absolutely. I didn’t ask for any of this. Time is using T’s body to get close to Fate. Fate despises him, and since T is Fate’s brother, he is the perfect subject. Since Time is my twin brother, the spell that cast him into T’s mind dragged me in too. But there is something else. Time has gotten what he wants from Fate. But to escape, he has to regain the powers he had gifted to someone else for a small amount of time. However, I cannot speak of that to you,” Thought tells me.

But since she hadn’t interrogated him when it came to the female he preferred, he offered her the same respect for her privacy. “You said that you used the curse to travel back to this time?” Happy to return the conversation to more pressing matters, she swiveled on the bench to face him. She wanted him to see her expression and know that she was determined to succeed in her goals. “Yes. I thought it would bring me to the precise time that the curse was cast, but instead it seems to have brought me to the time that the curse was smuggled into this lair.” He gave a slow nod. “So you’ll discover who is responsible?”

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

His behavior deceived me into thinking he had let go of the past; that he had realized it was inappropriate for him to overly grieve the death of an ex-girlfriend. On my mom's birthday, Joshua offered to cook, but he poisoned all the food he made. He tied me to a chair and stabbed me over and over with a surgery scalpel. My blood splattered all across the floor as I pleaded with him to spare the lives of my family members. However, he had lost his mind. "Will Jackie come back if I spare their lives? Harper, you deserve to die! Why did you have to drink so much on that night? Did you see Jackie's car accident coming?"

"At first it was a partial memory, a dream that I thought was unreal. Then last night, when the image of my Butler dying on the guillotine appeared on my eyes, all of the memories in the past came back." He raised his hands and wiped the tears from my eyes. "How you died, how I suffered and how I died afterwards." I firmly gripped the broken glass while glaring at him. "Don't spout nonsense!" I yelled. "I am not your real enemy, Talia." He caressed my face and chuckled. "The one who turned back the time was me, it was my ability." He strangled my neck while wearing a smile on his face. "Liar, liar, liar..." I whispered repeatedly.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

"Is this the same play as last time, Mia? Get me worked up and then shove another woman into my bed?" He closed his eyes, fighting to keep his composure. "You'll try anything to dissolve this bond. Is he really that much better than me?" I didn't know what to say. How do you explain time-travel to a man who already thinks you're a liar? I didn't understand what could have driven my future self to hurt him this badly. The pain in his eyes cracked something inside my chest. "Marcus, please believe me. I don't want to dissolve the bond."

I smiled a bit and repeated what I had stated, "I said, I am your future self, Tristan." I can tell that he is confused right now, judging from the face he makes. I spoke, "You did well for resisting and fighting this far. Your future you are proud of yourself," I smiled at the end of my sentence. "B-But how? Is time traveling real?" His eyes were wide while asking me "In the fantasy world, yes," I answered and giving him a warm aura. "Huh?" He asked with a confused facial expression.