Lilith rolled farther into the bed again. Then she hugged her tail, biting and clawing at it as she played by herself.
The Edward of the past watched her with a smile for a while, then took out a coin and gently flicked it into the air. "Tomorrow, the Death Eaters will attack Hogwarts."
He brought his hands together to catch the coin. Heads meant yes. Then he snapped his fingers to turn out the lights and burrowed under the covers.
For a while, all that could be heard in the dark dormitory was his faint breathing and the occasional little sound from Lilith.
Time flowed by, second after second.
Edward held his breath, staring fixedly at his gradually sleeping self on the bed while watching the clock on the wall out of the corner of his eye.
Nine thirty.
Nine forty.
Ten.
Ten thirty.
His past self simply lay quietly in bed, fast asleep, showing not the slightest sign of disappearing.
"So I didn't travel through time, but lost my memories of the next few days?"
Edward waited patiently for another half hour. Only at eleven, when even Lilith had gradually fallen asleep, did he pass through the wall and return to the room next door.
Holding a strand of his past self's hair, he attempted Dream Divination. "'His' experiences over the next five days."
Unfortunately, the dream remained pitch-black: a pitch-black mirror, a pitch-black gate, and nothing else.
In the darkness, Edward sighed and murmured:
"...What exactly happened to me in the 'past'?"
December 20, 1991.
It was destined to be a milestone in the Wizarding World.
On that day, Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard, who had repeatedly turned down the position of Minister for Magic, officially entered the election for Minister.
At ten in the