When will I arrive?
Draco was running through the hall when he suddenly tripped. He was confused as to what he had tripped over. He picked it up, it looked as if it were a necklace. Then it clicked in his brain that it was a time turner. I am such an idiot, he thought to himself. After some thought, he decided to take it back to his common room. When he got there, he went straight to his room without any explanation to his friends. He sat on his bed and decided to turn it back by ten minutes.
There he was again in his body, from ten minutes ago looking at what had tripped him. It worked, he thought. After careful consideration, Draco decided to go back into the past to when he first met Harry Potter. The boy who messed with his feelings. Stupid Potter, with his perfect hair and eyes of emerald green, he thought. Wait nevermind, just do what you were going to do.
He turned the time turner, but it didn't work. What? Draco thought. How could this happen???? Then it hit him. The time turner had worked, but it was slower because he was going so far in the past.
Draco had one piece of advice for anyone who wanted to use a time turner. It hurt, it feels worse than apparating. Like you are being stretched thin like a rubber band for what feels like hours and then snapped back into reality. Only if you go back far though, it didn't hurt when he went back ten minutes.
And there he was on that faithful day, when he met the guy who ruined his life. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.