Title: Back In Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy /James Potter
Disclaumer: I do not own Harry Potter, Jo does
Summary: In an AU future where Voldermort wins, an accident in the supplies closet send Draco back in time to the days of the Marauders. To his horror he's sorted into GRYFFINDOR and the father of his rival, James Potter, suddenly won't leave him alone.
Warning: Slash, Alternate Universe, Other uncannon couples.
Post was so large had to split it in two.
Draco was going to sue the whole of Hogwarts.
Making a face as he brushed the fairy dust off of his robes and sneezed once or twice, he shook his platinum blonde mane of hair andfinally the door to the potions supply room opened. First of all the potions master had had the galls to ask him to go get him some things for him as if he were just a mere house elf, and then the door had closed shut on Draco and all the bottles of fairy dust (and other assorted dusts that glittered) had exploded all around him.
It was a miracle that he hadn’t been cut with all the flying glass.
Sneer angry and ready to march straight to the Headmaster and let him hear about this (there were certain privileges one got when the Headmaster was your godfather) the young man threw open the door and ignored the students in the classroom as he shook his hair once more, the glittery dust falling around him, sparkling in the light.
He’d tried his wand to get rid of the mess, but for reason it wouldn’t work, so with as much dignity as a Malfoy could have while covered and dripping glittery dust he walked passed the classroom that’d gone silent, and ignored the unfamiliar voice calling for him to stop.
Grumbling darkly to himself about custom made robes and being sure that the stinking Gryffindorks were all behind them somehow, that annoying Potter at the center of it of course, Draco didn’t look where he was going until he bumped into someone and both fell to the ground at the impact.
“Watch where’s you’re going!” Draco snarled in anger, but then his eyes landed on the person he’d run into and those ice blue eyes widened. “Professor Lupin?”
And yet this version of Professor Lupin was young, he looked around his age.
Draco’s eyes widened even further. “Professor Lupin? What happened? You look so young!” He blinked. “Did something happen to the whole school while I was locked in the supply room or did it just happen to you?”
Somehow he was beginning to doubt that Potter had something to do with this. Lupin was his favored teacher after all, he nor his stupid little friends would do anything to him. And anyway, since the defeat it wasn’t like Potter had been in any jovial mood to be pulling pranks anyway.
“E-excuse me?” Professor Lupin asked, blinking in surprise.
By now Draco was worried, but he dared not show it because Malfoys just didn’t show emotion, and he’d already shown surprise when he’d seen his Dark Arts teacher in all his awkward youth.
“Is this some assignment we’re going to have to do? A, I don’t know, I can’t think of any way how being younger would help further the dark arts or defense against it.” He made a face. “Did Headmaster Snape approve of this?” He sneered. “Did the Dark Lord give you permission to do this?” He tilted his head to the right, confused. “Or is this some unusual reaction to something you took due to your lycantrophy?”
He didn’t exactly understand why professor Lupin went white as a sheet when he said that last word.
It wasn’t as if the fact that their Dark Arts professor was a werewolf was some big surprise. Everyone knew of it.
There weren’t any secrets now that the Dark Lord had won the victory over Potter, or, better said, now that Potter had admitted defeat and made a Wizards Oath before the whole Wizarding World to be the Dark Lord’s most faithful servant.
All of it to save the life of one frizzy-headed Weasley.
The Boy Who Lived’s oath had shook the whole Wizarding World, and in the end they’d all just followed his example and given in. Some had been harder than others, like Professor Lupin, who’d only eventually sworn his own Wizarding Oath because the Dark Lord had promised him sole guardianship of the young boy Potter and Potter had begged him to accept it, not to die and leave him alone.
Draco would have been lying if he said he hadn’t felt somewhat jealous of the adoration and loyalty their professor had for Potter. He acted more like a father with the Gryffindor than Draco’s father ever had.
Professor Lupin looked terrified, stuttering and stammering something Draco just couldn’t understand.
“Yeah, uhuh, good luck with getting back to your forties, Professor Lupin.” Draco snorted, turning his back on his fidgety and odd professor, beginning to stalk towards where his godfather’s office was.
Ever since Hogwarts had been reopened after the end of the War things had changed. Defense Against The Dark Arts became two separate classes, Dark Arts and Defensive Arts, both taught by professor Lupin, and Draco’s godfather had become the newest Headmaster of Hogwarts’ School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Also, there were very few exceptions to muggles being let into the school. Hardly any but those who’d had some ancestry of magic in their veins, or if they came from important or rich muggle families who could continue to support the rebuilding of the Wizarding World were accepted. Other than that, only if the power manifested in the muggle born child was great did they allow him/her entrance.
In the end, it was all about power, not purity of the blood.
But Draco couldn’t call his Lord a hypocrite and live, so he just ducked his head and minded his own business.
“Hey you!” A voice echoed behind him in the hallway, sounding breathless.
Draco ignored it because no one spoke to the future Lord Malfoy that way, so obviously the person was calling for someone else.
Idiot, my godfather doesn’t allow the same misbehavior in the halls Dumbledore did. He’ll get detention for sure.
He was going to run his hand through his hair but he lifted it and more glitter fell off of it, cascading around him.
Draco sneered in disgust.
“HEY!” The voice continued to call.
Draco shook his head as he continued to try and brush the abominable glitter off of his custom made robes.
The robes were yet another thing that’d changed in Hogwarts since the War ended, these looking more elegant and sleek than the frumpy things Dumbledore had had them wearing.
“Glitter boy!” There were hurried footsteps close behind him.
Draco stopped in his tracks, anger and fury churning inside of him at the show of utter disrespect. In seconds he’d pulled out his wand, twirled on his heel, and had his majestic wand pointed at the boy behind him. The boy had come to a halt and was looking at him in shock, he obviously hadn’t expected the wand in his face.
Draco was about to mutter the ugliest spell he could think of on the spot when he got a good glimpse of the boy he was about to hex and his silver eyes widened in shock.
It was Potter.
But it wasn’t.
The resemblance was uncanny, only this Potter was actually quite handsome, and his eyes were brown, not emerald green like theother Potter.
Does Potter have another relative who just joined Hogwarts? Why wasn’t I in the know of this?
The Potter-look-alike just stared at Draco in silence before a smile split open on his face, it was quite goofy actually. The guy’s glasses hung low on his nose but he wasn’t even trying to fix them. He was only grinning at Draco. “You’re very pretty.”
Draco froze in horror.
Had---had he just called him pretty?!?!
He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, grip tightening on the wand, hex right on the tip of his tongue.
“J-James!” Professor Lupin got in the middle of them.
Draco put down his wand because even his family name wouldn’t get him out the problems he’d get in if he hexed a professor by accident.
Professor Lupin didn’t look frightened anymore, but he looked suspicious, and overly curious. He put his hand on the chest of the Potter-look-alike before turning to Draco. “Can I help you?”
That was just like the professor.
He was currently suffering the ill effects of magic gone wrong and he was worrying about his students.
It was all so bloody Gryffindor of him that Draco wanted to puke.
“No, I’m just going to see Headmaster Snape.” Draco announced, putting away his wand reluctantly and shaking his head, trying to get rid of the rest of the sparkles and glitter. “That dungbat Professor Hellion sent me to get some things from the supplies closet and I got trapped and everything bloody exploded all over me.”
The one who Professor Lupin had called James grinned largely. “Headmaster Snape? Good one!” He chuckled. “I like you. You’re cuteand funny.”
Draco’s eyes widened.
That was it.
He was going to hex that son of a bitch right now!
Damn the consequences!
Professor Lupin must have been a mind reader because he stepped in front of this James character once more. “Ah, yes, P-Professor Hellion of---.”
“Of Potions of course.” Draco frowned, his attention once more reverted to his now young professor. “Are you sure whatever happened to revert you to youth didn’t mess with your memory, professor?”
James suddenly stopped laughing and looked from Professor Lupin to Draco and back in confusion.
The young professor ignored him. “Right. Of course. Sorry about that----.”
He seemed to be waiting for Draco to say something, but not knowing what his weird professor wanted, and not exactly caring what it was either, Draco just shrugged and turned his back on them, walking away again.
He was so into the removal of the infernal glitters that he didn’t notice that the two had fallen into step behind him, following him. When he did though he looked behind him and frowned at a guilty looking Lupin and a grinning and winking James.
Turning back around and ignoring them, Draco reached his godfather’s gargoyles and gave the password.
And yet nothing.
Draco frowned, why wasn’t it working?
“Honeydrops.” James announced in amusement to Draco’s right, and to Draco’s immense horror the gargoyles jumped aside at thatfaggety little password.
Why would his godfather change his password to something like Honeydrops and why would this no-one James know about it?
Stalking forwards up the winding stone case, Draco pushed open the door and stormed into the room. His mouth had been open wide, ready to tell his godfather of all the things that were wrong with his life that day…and then he stumbled, eyes wide in horror at what he saw.
Albus Dumbledore sat behind the desk, giving Draco one of his luminous smiles, his eyes with that twinkle he remembered so well before his murder.
“Can I help you, young man?” Dumbledore asked, tilting his head to the right.
Draco’s mouth opened and closed, and then it opened and closed again, but he couldn’t get a word passed his throat.
How are you here? Alive?
A seat appeared right behind him and Draco fund himself collapsing on it, looking at the Headmaster in disbelief and horror. He even forgot about Professor Lupin and that James character as he just stared at the man that he’d seen murdered before his eyes…
…the murder that still haunted his nightmares up till this day though he dare not ever admit this.
Albus Dumbledore was very much alive, and he even looked younger, his hair red like a Weasley’s…
Draco narrowed his eyes, looking from the younger, alive Dumbledore, to the teenaged professor Lupin, and then to the Potter that wasn’t Potter.
And then it clicked, his stomach filling with dread as he suddenly stood. “Are you James Potter?” He asked the one who looked so much like Harry Potter, and when the young male gave him a smug smile and nodded with a ‘my fame precedes me I see’ Draco didn’t hesitate one second.
Standing, he gave them his back and hurriedly walked out of the Headmaster’s office without one word…
…One sentence running over and over in his head.
I went back in time.
I went back in time.
I went back in time…
How----the only way he knew this could be done was with a Time-Turner, but he hadn’t been anywhere near a Time-Turner. The Dark Lord had destroyed all of the Time-Turners save one he had on him all the time, making sure that no one could go to the past and change anything.
Granger had tried doing that.
Draco had never been more disgusted or admiring of someone when the news had reached him. Granger had tried going back to the past to kill a child Tom Riddle before Dumbledore even found him in the orphanage as a last, desperate attempt at victory.
Unfortunately for her Voldemort had followed her to the past and killed her before she could do the same to his weaker, more vulnerable self.
It’d broken Potter that he couldn’t do more than stand there and watch, not ever go against The Dark Lord for what he’d done, and it’d also driven a wedge between Potty and Weasley, who’d apparently been in love with the mudblood.
I’m getting off the topic.
Finding himself center of the speculative glances of everyone in the hallway, Draco ignored the students, used to having eyes on him, and hurried out until he was outside of the castle ad by the lake.
Sitting down by the lake he hugged his knees to his chest and looked out at the water.
What was he going to do?
He didn’t understand how this had happened…
…and how was he supposed to figure out how to reverse it and go back to his own time if he didn’t even know how he’d come to be here?
“You okay?” Someone sat down next to him.
Draco was too tired to snap at the Gryffindor. His silver gaze was on the lake, his voice apathetic. “Go away Potter.”
“Don’t wanna.” Potter announced in a ‘so there’ sorts way that had Draco snorting and shaking his head in disbelief. “So…” Potter obviously couldn’t take a hint, no matter how blunt it was. “You obviously know who I am, but I have no idea who you are.”
“Why do you care?” Draco knew he was pouting, refusing to look at the Gryffindor, but he’d just been sent back in time against his willand the father of his eternal rival was annoying the heck out of him. He had a good excuse to pout!
Potter just grinned at him. “Well, if you want me to keep calling you Glitter Boy…”
At that Draco turned to look at Potter, giving him his most fierce glare, more than a little unnerved at how it didn’t seem to affect the brown-eyed boy the way he intended.
Instead of backing away in fear as any smart wizard would do, Potter just grinned at him, like he was a fun challenge. “So, what’s the name?”
Sighing, realizing that he was in a predicament because his just being here and talking to the annoying prat was most probably changing something in the future, Draco returned his gaze out onto the water. “Draco.” He wouldn’t give his surname. His father might have graduated by now but Malfoy was a very famous last name. “Mallory.”
“Like the duck?” Potter obviously found this hilarious.
Draco just groaned and closed his eyes. “You got your name, now just sod off.” You knew Draco was at his wits end when he started talking like Weasley.
“You like the lake? Find the squid interesting?”
Draco turned to tell Potter to just stop harassing him and go away to play with Black, Pettigrew and Lupin, when he noticed that Potter didn’t look like he was teasing him anymore. He looked like he was seriously curious and interested in the answer.
You’re odder than your son.
Sighing, completely deflated, Draco turned to look at the lake. “Yeah, I like looking at the lake. It’s, uh, relaxing. I really don’t give a rats ass about the squid though.”
Potter was watching him with silent intensity, and while it bothered Draco slightly he didn’t react, didn’t take his silver gaze from the lake.
An odd yet comfortable silence fell upon them as Draco watched the lake and Potter watched Draco.
Finally, unable to bare the intense stare, Draco turned his head to glare slightly at the taller boy. “What? You haven’t taken your gaze off of me since you finally shut your mouth!”
And then Potter did something confusing.
Tearing his gaze from Draco’s face he turned to look out at the lake. “It’s, it’s just that you’re still sparkling.”
Draco growled slightly at himself, trying in vain to get rid of the glitter that stuck to him and his clothes fiercely. “I can’t get the blasted things off! My magic won’t even do it. How blooding disgusting.”
“Uhm, well, I think it looks nice.” Potter’s gaze was now trained intensely on the squid as it broke out of the surface of the water. “You’re glittering and shining, like a, I don’t know. When you came out of the supplies closet, sparkling, you caused a couple of accidents because everyone forgot about their cauldrons and potions. You’re really quite pretty.”
Draco stopped fusing with his robes and turned to look at Potter oddly. “Are you daft in the head or something?”
Potter laughed and turned to look at Draco. “Want me to help you get rid of the glitter?”
“You can do that?” Somehow Draco doubted that Potter knew a spell better than the one he’d been trying.
“’Course I can!” Potter announced smugly, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Draco. The words were out before Draco could react, and in a flash of light the sparkles and glitter were gone.
Draco’s eyes widened in shock and maybe he was a little impressed.
Thankfully he was saved from the awkward silence that would stretch if Potter expected a thanks by Lupin, who appeared the next second, looking at them in curiosity before telling Draco that the Headmaster had called for him, and telling a complaining Potter that it was time for him to return to his classroom.
Sighing, having had no time whatsoever thanks to Potter to come up with a believable cover story, Draco followed Lupin back to Dumbledore. Thankfully, however, thanks to his few remarks to Lupin before realizing what was going on both his future professor and the Headmaster already figured out on their own that he was from the future, and didn’t pry…though his comments had sparked their curiosity.
Dumbledore was actually very accommodating, believing since this was an act of what he called ‘predestined magic’ Draco had beendestined to travel back in time, and he was going to help him as much as he could. He helped supply Draco with his false identity, and had agreed that only he and Lupin know the truth of the situation. The only thing he wouldn’t accommodate was Draco’s desire to be placed in Slytherin once more.
The reason was that Draco would need an ally, and since Lupin was in Gryffindor it only made sense for him to be in Gryffindor as well. Draco had been horrified at the thought of wearing a red and gold necktie, blanched at the disgust of living amongst lions, but in the end it was as Dumbledore wanted, and Draco was officially ‘transferred’ into Hogwarts, his appearance in the supplies closet of the potions room said to be faulty Apparating.
And so Draco began his last year as a Gryffindor, something he decided to hide in the deepest recesses of his soul whenever he got back to his rightful time. But he had to admit, living in the Gryffindor Tower was better than living in the Slytherin dungeons, and the ambient in the Gryffindor Commons was different as well.
People weren’t always constantly on guard, sneering, asserting themselves over each other.
It was, it was different with the Gryffindors.
They were relaxed, always smiling and helping each other and having a good time.
And despite his off-puttish nature they hadn’t given up on him, always saying hello and smiling at him and, well, it was weird.
Weirder even was the fact that Potter wouldn’t leave him alone.
Lupin Draco generally liked, Black he could stand, Pettigrew made Draco sick with disgust…but Potter? Potter just annoyed the living daylights out of the pureblood.
It was exasperating.
Slowly the first two months of school went by and nothing changed.
Draco hadn’t found a way back to his rightful time, he was still a Gryffindor (beginning to think that the Slytherins of this time were complete jerks), and James Potter was still pestering him nonstop.
Well, some differences had happened of course.
Draco hadn’t planned on it, he hadn’t even really realized it was happening, but one day he woke up and realized he was getting along with people…with even Gryffindors.
He especially got along with Lupin, Evans, Harry’s future mother, and the younger version of his godfather, Severus Snape.
It, it really confused him though.
It wasn’t that Draco asked much about Potter’s family, but he as quite sure having heard stories about Potter’s many attempts at Lily Evans’ heart---but he just wasn’t seeing it.
Or maybe Potter bugged her whenever Draco wasn’t around?
Because all Draco knew was that Potter was the thorn in his side. The boy didn’t know when to stop, and Draco had even hexed him a couple of times to try and get his point across.
But did that stop Potter?
He persisted on.
Much to Draco’s chagrin.
“He’s just trying to be friendly.” Lupin announced apologetically as the four study buddies met in the library to go over their school work---before Potter had barged in, tormented Snape, pestered Draco, and then had been kicked out by all four of them.
“Friendly my ass.” Snape snorted darkly, still glaring in the direction Potter had left. “I don’t know how you’re friends with him, Lupin. He’s distasteful and childish.”
“Amen.” Evans agreed sourly, reaching over the table to squeezed Snape’s hand.
Draco tilted his head slightly in curiosity as he saw the slight blush and smile on his godfather’s face.
He----he’d never known his godfather could look like this.
Things…they weren’t as he’d expected them to be.
Noticing Lupin eyeing him curiously, Draco lowered his gaze to his books and sighed.
“I have to admit though.” Evans announced slowly. “I’m rejoicing in your suffering, Draco.”
The platinum blonde looked up in surprise at that.
“Don’t take me wrong, I wouldn’t wish that brutish, self-centered toerag on anyone,” Evans was quick to explain. “But before you came around he’d begun to bother me and ask me out on dates. And now, well, he’s stopped and he’s bothering you, and while I’m sorry for you I’m glad for me.”
Snape squeezed her hand.
Draco just watched in shocked silence.
Lupin continued to survey him and his reactions curiously.
“So, did you have any girlfriends in Durmstrang?” Lily asked.
Draco frowned slightly. His cover story was that he was an exchange student from Durmstrang, and since he knew Bulgarian it was plausible and believable, but still he was finding it surprisingly uncomfortable to lie to the small group.
It was almost as if he felt guilty…
…which was really preposterous!
“There were many girls that flaunted themselves but I never paid them any attention.” He replied, eyes on his fingernails. “When you come from a powerful family you never know who really likes you for you and who wants your money. In the end you just wonder, why bother?”
“Black feels the same way.” Lupin surprised them all by admitting. “It’s the reason why he never takes anyone serious.”
“I guess, we’re all searching for that one person who can understand and accept us for who we are.” Evans whispered.
Draco noticed her rubbing her thumb against the skin of Snape’s thumb.
He smirked as he watched them. “Well, Lupin, apparently you and me are the only ones still searching, huh?”
Lupin’s eyes widened and then he grinned.
Snape and Evans turned to look at Draco in embarrassment but didn’t pull their hands away from each other’s.
The next couple of months still found Draco the constant target of James Potter. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. It wasn’t as if James had targeted him for bullying, or mean teasing, but Potter was just always there. If a girl came up to talk to Draco, Potter was there, if a boy came to talk to Draco, Potter was there…if Draco went to the lake to get away from people for a while----Potter was there.
It was getting to the point that Draco was becoming used to the annoying prat’s presence.
“How is it that you always have food?” Draco asked, munching on a chocolate chip cookie, as they sat together by the lake, under one of the many trees, having their own little picnic.
Somehow this had become a routine for them, and Draco still didn’t know how to feel about it.
“I know the secret entrance to the kitchens.” Potter bragged all smugly, swallowing his last bite of cookie and grinning. “I could show you it one night. We’ll sneak out and I’ll take you to have a snack or something.”
“Don’t be daft,” Draco snorted. “We’ll get caught.”
“I have my methods.” Potter announced mysteriously.
So does Harry. Draco observed James silently as he compared father and son, and somehow, despite how utterly annoying James was, the once-Slytherin enjoyed him much more than his son. I wonder if the ability to sneak around the castle and not get caught is something genetic.
The blonde continued to stare at James, evaluating the differences and similarities between him and Harry.
Potter had suddenly gone quiet.
Draco was witnessing a miracle.
And then, and then the black haired youth leaned forwards towards Draco, until they were so close he could feel James’ breath on his face.
Draco found himself frozen, shocked, eyes wide and heart racing for some unknown reason. There was an oddly intense look in those brown eyes that made it impossible for him to look away, and when James raised his hand to Draco’s face and softly brushed his thumb against Draco’s bottom lip the blonde nearly had a heart attack.
His heart was racing that fast.
And then Potter ducked his head and smiled a smile Draco hadn’t seen him use before. It wasn’t as wide or showy as his other smiles, it was a smaller, more intimidate one as the dark haired boy pulled away and sat back down, looking at the lake with soft contentment.
“You had some crumbs.” He offered as an explanation for his actions.
Draco stared at him in wide-eyed shock for a moment before clearing his throat and finishing the rest of the cookie with a vengeance, refusing to look at the slightly older boy.
What in the world had just happened?
And why wouldn’t his heart stop its marathon-like race?