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Chapter 1 : Prologue
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I used to think that time was just the passing of events; that it was nothing more than what we have to waste. I thought time was simple- once something happened, it could never be repeated; once something happened, it could never be seen again. I used to think that nothing could happen before it was meant to, that time can't be manipulated. I believed that there was something keeping everything in time from falling out of line- no, I believed that it was impossible for time to fall out of line.
Once upon a time, witches and wizards could repeat time. But with the destruction of the time turners, everything ended. If time turners still existed, I would be hoping for their destruction. I believe that time shouldn't be rewritten. I believe that once something happens, it's happened. Once something is done, you shouldn't be able to try and have another go at it. If something happens, it's over. It's wrong to try to go back and change everything.
I used to think that life was simple- you were born, you had the time after to do whatever you wanted, and then you died. It's not that difficult- live life to the fullest. I used to think that joy, hope, grief, and fear were just feelings- just something we made up to make life more exciting. I used to think that all feelings were figments of our imagination, that all that couldn't possibly be real. I used to think that feelings began and ended as we did.
Long ago- or should I say, far in the future- I believed that everything was already set. I believed that our lives were already written, and that's why I believed that there was no such thing as rewriting what has happened, no such thing as true feelings, no such thing as travel through time and space. Long ago, far in the future, whatever you want to call it, I believed that everything was guaranteed, for better or for worse.
Once upon a time, long ago, far in the future, I was wrong.
Time isn't just the passing of events. Time is more than just what passes, time can be repeated and things that already happened can be relived. We can fix our wrongs and change our futures; we can go from the bottom of the ocean to the top of the world. Time can fall out of line, things can happen before what leads up to them. Paradoxes do exist, but at the same time don't exist- paradoxes are a paradox unto themselves.
Life isn't simple. It's not just birth, occurrences, and death. It's not just 'live life to the fullest'. Feelings aren't something that we imagine, they're more real than we ourselves. Feelings aren't here to spice up life- they're here to prove that life exists- they're here to prove we aren't dead. Feeling are real. Feelings are the most real thing I've ever experienced- and now I can say that I've experienced a lot.
Nothing is set. Everything can change. Our lives aren't written. We write them ourselves, and we do that by filling in everything between the lines. I've lived and relived, I've gone forward and back in time. I've visited places I never knew existed. We are most certainly not alone in this universe, and there are definitely others out there. I've met them.
We choose how to live and we choose how to die. Every choice we make is something that will affect how we live. Every choice we make is something that will affect how we die. Whether we know it or not, we're writing our own stories, no one is writing them for us. Whether we know it or not, everything we do affects the future- or the past. Nothing we do comes without consequence- I know that now.
I know now that what I once believed to be nonexistent is there, that what I thought was impossible is possible, that what I thought was perfect is flawed, that what I thought was small and empty is actually large and full of everything. Nothing in this universe is locked in one place. Everything is spread out and nothing has a permanent place. True, everything has a place in which it's supposed to remain, but things hardly ever do. I left the place I belonged in.
It's not just our universe. There are hundreds, thousands of other universes out there. Each on is different, each is as unique as the next. No two universes are alike, and no two universes are meant to merge. After a while, it starts to seem as though the possibilities are endless, as though there's nothing that can't be real. Once you've seen and lived what I have, you know that nothing is too absurd to be true. Everything is possible, and somewhere out there, it exists. Somewhere out there, it's perfectly normal.
There's a man out there. There's a man who travels through time and space. He has a mysterious blue box that's his spaceship and time machine, and he can go wherever he wishes. Sometimes he doesn't go where he planned. Sometimes he loses his mind to a certain extent. Sometimes he saves the world, whatever world, and sometimes he destroys it. There's a man out there who has a name no one knows, there's a man out there with a past that he wants to forget, there's a man out there with a past he wants to keep. I learned that there's a man who has many faces and two hearts; that there's a man who can do what I believed impossible. There a man out there who's nearly 1,000 years old but at fist glance will seem no more than 30.
The man has companions who risk their lives going with him. Maybe they're crazy. They're willing to go through time and space with him, never knowing what will happen. They're willing to die for this man, and this man is willing to die for them. There's a man out there with his friends and his ship, and he's out there to see everything there is to see. There's a man out there with friends who want to see it all.
There's a blue box that can take you anywhere in time and space. It seems to be alive, it understands commands, it seems. There's a blue box that's magical, but it's a magic I never knew existed. There's a box that is old and new, borrowed and blue. There's a blue box that might turn out to be all you need in order to live out your wildest dreams. There's a blue box that is beautiful, brilliant, and the most amazing thing I've ever seen. There's a blue box that's bigger on the inside.
I know a foolish girl and a foolish boy who go against their parents' wishes. I know a foolish girl, the daughter of war heroes, who is willing to break every rule ever set down by her father in order to be with the boy she loves. I know a foolish boy, the son of the 'enemy', who is willing to go against his parents' orders to be with the foolish girl. I know a foolish boy and a foolish girl who think they know what's best for them. I know a foolish boy and a foolish girl who are willing to do anything for each other. I know a foolish boy and a foolish girl who don't know when they've made too many mistakes. I know a foolish boy and a foolish girl who wanted to see it all.
I know a place where witches and wizards are taught how to use and control their magic. I study there. I used to think that there was nothing more beautiful than this school was. But that was before I saw what was out there. I know places barely anyone knew existed. I know all of time and space, and I know how beautiful that is. I know nearly everything, yet I know nothing.
There are a man and his friends out there who one night offer to take the foolish boy and the foolish girl on the trip of their lives. Offered this, they accept, not knowing who the man and his friends are, not knowing how he got there, not knowing anything. There's a story of how things they never imagined became their beautiful reality. There's a story of how their impossibility became their paradise.
This is the story of a foolish girl and a foolish boy who just wanted to be able to love each other without criticism. This is the story of how one night, the foolish girl and the foolish boy went down to the lake to get away and be able to be together. This is the story of how a man and his friends came and offered them everything they ever wanted. This is the story of how the foolish girl and the foolish boy took that offer and lived their lives out in a way they never knew they could. This is the story of a madman with a blue box that's bigger on the inside.
This is the story of how I, Rose Nymphadora Weasley, died before I was born.
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