Strizia Chronos joined the Order on her graduation day. I also received Dumbledore's relics, a silver disc engraved with two Greek letters. She tied it to the old necklace she had worn since birth. The old one had nothing on it, but the new one said: Wait.
She didn't take it seriously. Her name was on the Order's roster, and she knew she could fight, and that was enough.
Later, the necklace was burned. She touched something she shouldn't have touched and fell into 1978. Sixteen-year-old Regulus Black sat on the bed, the moonlight falling on his face. The way he looked at her, he clearly recognized her. But she doesn't remember him.
She thought she came back to save people. People in the Order of the Phoenix sacrificed every day, and she had seen too many. She thought she could change something and let the people who shouldn't leave live. But she couldn't seem to do anything.
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When the wind from the Ananke Valley blew over, she squatted under a street lamp in the Little Hope District, with two boys shivering from the cold in front of her. One held her finger tightly, and the other stood behind and held the sleeve of the person in front. The golden Strelitzia reginae fell down and clung to her shoulder. He said that he would also have a patron saint of that size in the future.
She always thought she came back to save people. Later I realized that she came back to think of someone.
The silver disc says wait. After waiting for so long, waiting for her to recognize those eyes again.
Three time travels
Purpose: Love and Bravery