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Hey all it’s a new story yay. Story idea just came to me and I was really bored so thought I might as well follow that line of thought this is a time travel fic. I know I know that’s all I write well sorry but there my favorites no really look that’s mostly what I have in my story favorites.

Chapter 1

Shrieks of agony echoed hollowly through the mildewy dungeon hallways. The cries of torment ripped from the throats of three teenagers, came from a wretched little cell, where they lay writhing in agony on the cold stone floor.

And standing above them stood a triumphant Lucius Malfoy once second to the self proclaimed Dark Lord, Voldemort. And who was now considered a dark lord in his own right. His face twisted into a grimace of pleasure at performing three Crucio’s at once with his right hand which tightly grasped his wand.

While, disgustingly, his left hand was almost lazily stroking his growing erection, an erection he always seemed to gain from torture.

The three teenagers were respectively, Draco Malfoy, his father had been to put it mildly, livid, when he had realized exactly where is heirs loyalty’s fell.

Harry Potter more commonly known as the boy-who-lived was there for simply allowing his mother’s love to protect him from the killing curse shot at him when he was a mere toddler.

Well there was also the fact that he had a hand in the death of Voldemort who had horribly been one of Lucius’s many lovers, giving the man double reason to want the boy dead.

And finally Neville Longbottom who was there for simple being in the wrong place at the wrong time... again. Or perhaps the words that should be used are, as usual, when applied to the hapless youngsters ability to get into scrapes that he was unable to get out of.

They had been in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor for two weeks now. Not that any of them were capable of keeping time at this point or even wanted to know the length of their enforced stay.

When Lucius concluded that days quota, so to speak, of Crucio’s he once more chained up his son and Neville to the wall where they were forced to stand, or have there wrists cut into by the cutting edge that Lucius had cruelly added to their shackles. And the exhaustion had obviously made its mark on them for all three had bloodied gashes cut into there wrists.

Lucius was actually looking forward to this new idea of his, muggle torture though it was. But he planned to make it his own with just a little bit of magic that he thought was positively ingenious. Of course, to him any idea he had was always ingenious and perfect. If it went wrong it was always somebody else’s stupidity not his.

Harry who was almost used to constant pain by now still managed to let loose a seemingly unending scream that reverberated off of the walls. Harry had every right to, Lucius had just started to actually cut the skin off of his back with a razor sharp knife that he had heated magically to the point that if the blade hadn’t been endowed with magical properties it would have simply melted within Lucius’s grasp.

Completing that he then pulled the square of human skin off of Harry’s back causing him (Harry) to collapse into unconsciousness. Lucius then cruelly threw a bucket of horse urine onto Harry causing him to wake up and moments later to begin screaming again, when his back began to burn because of the still warm liquid.

Lucius was slowly ripping Harry apart piece by piece, he was missing an eye the empty socket still weeping from the wound that had been gained at the very beginning of his capture and subsequent torture. And early on he had gotten his larynx removed magically though certainly not painlessly for making one last smart ass comment that pushed Lucius over the edge of his temper, luckily he could still eat and drink though talking was a bit of a problem, not that he put much effort into it not anymore, his spirit was coming close to the shattering point.

Draco and Neville weren’t much better off then Harry, Draco was also missing his larynx because Lucius had grown tired of the constant stream of insults coming from both teenagers mouths, insults that always seemed to hit there mark, insults that had started when they had first been captured and had still been confident of being rescued by the Order, that was a long time ago and now they were all broken of any hope of rescue.

Draco too had lost one of his stormy grey eyes though thankfully one was still firmly planted in his eye socket. All of his fingers were broken and the ring finger that once held the Malfoy crest had been viciously ripped, magically, from his hand.

Neville was the only one that still had his tongue in his mouth so to speak -A/N sorry bad pun- courtesy of being the only one able to keep it shut for any period of time when he wasn’t screaming. He also had both eyes but was missing a couple toes and he also had a shattered femur that made it difficult to remain standing, so he was forced to stand on a single foot.

All three of the teens looked very different from when they had arrived, they were emaciated from lack of food, and there eyes the ones that remained held nothing more than an empty expectation of more pain and screaming, a torture in itself for Neville who had is throat cut enough so that he could still talk but swallowing was an agony for him because of the wound.

And breathing was added torture for all of them because of there broken ribs, collar, and other assorted bones.

When Harry was once more placed next to Neville, who was in the middle of the three prisoners, he merely slumped down in his chains better to cut his wrists then let the wall cut even more of his skin off his back, what was left of the skin any way.

Seeing all three in apparent unconscious Lucius left them to there own devises. He had more important things to do

They all heaved a sigh of slight relief that he had left, knowing full well by now that he would not return until sometime later the next day.

Harry stayed limp in his shackles while both Neville and Draco hadn’t been tortured quite as badly as Harry.. today. So they were still fully conscious and able to work around there own pain.

Neville gently nudged him until he opened his now dull green eye. Neville leaned towards him and whispered, “Harry wake up, I have a plan to get the bloody hell out of here.”

An eye faded from a sparkling emerald to nearly black turned to look at him with a questioning brow raised, a mannerism he had learned from Draco as well as Snape. With a slight nod of his head he urged Neville to continue with his train of thought.

Looking guilty Neville said, “It will be painful I think, but we should be out of here right before Lucius comes down for his next happy hour.”

Shrugging as if to say, oh well, Harry gave another nod of his head in encouragement. Neville gulped now came the tricky part. “Uh...umm well the spell would enable us all to speak telepathically and to share our magic amongst the three of, it would improve our physical and mental ,uh, how to say this attributes. For instance we would be stronger and we could also learn faster and gain a photographic memory and our personalities might change a little. It just requires a little bit of blood and for one person to chant while others mentally think the words to help the spell learn how we think and it changes our appearance.”

With a small inquiring noise, all he was really able to make now besides screams that sounded more like hissing, Harry questioned the type of changes which Neville and Draco after long practice were starting to understand.

Seeing Draco looking interested as well, Neville continued, with another painful gulp he continued on with his explanation. Describing that to gain the new powers and be able to control them, that there body would have to change and they would probably age a few years into the form that they would have gained as adults. As well as getting taller and more muscular as well.

Nodding both Draco and Harry gestured for Neville to begin the ritual. When he asked for there wrists both of them stretched one towards him without hesitation, anything to get out of this hell hole, was there nearly identical thought.

As Neville placed a drop of blood from each of his cell mates onto his own tongue and including a drop of his own. He very carefully began chanting so as not to accidentally swallow the red liquid. As the other two followed mentally the chant that Neville had told them before the ritual started all three began to feel a strange sensation of not belonging in their own skin.

Or to be more precise as if their very skin was going to be ripped off of muscle, for just an instant, in this nanosecond of time all three changed dramatically from boys to men in both physical and mental characteristics this happened so fast they weren’t even given a chance to scream.

Draco gained a good foot of height as he went from 5'6 to 6'6 in that time his hair lengthened until it reached just below his shoulder blades and went from being a pale blonde to a nearly golden waterfall of color.

His face went from rodent like to the perfect image of an aristocrat, his face long, narrow and yet very handsome. Draco’s remaining eye was predatory and shown with a knowledge no human should possess. His body still remained slender but no longer invoked the sense of starvation of a minutes ago it merely made him look like the streamlined body of a man who had both speed and agility. Altogether he had changed from something resembling a ferret until now he looked almost feline.

His clothing had changed from rags more hole than cloth, into a princely garment of silver acromantula silk, edged with a slightly heavier cloth so as to keep the robes from going everywhere so light they were they also kept him warm as the silk itself was imbued with a magical charm that kept him at the perfect comfortable temperature. Opened in the front and showing off an outfit made up of cream for the boots, white, for the pants, and a silvery shade of gray for the shirt all made out of dragonhide charmed to resist most hexes and curses. In the belt that wrapped around him Slytherins own personal pair of daggers covered with sparkling silver and green gyms the blade made of a metal that would never dull or need cleaning as well as healing potions, poisons, and there antidotes. His hair was pulled into a low slung ponytail tied back with a acromantula hair tie.

Neville’s hair had turned from an unassuming mud brown into a silky smooth shock of hair so dark a brown it was nearly black, hair that also reached down to his shoulder blades he gained another foot in height as well, so he was an intimidating height of 6'4 it wasn’t just his height that made him seem that way though.

His body also became more powerful now nearly twice as broad as Draco his body had lost all trace of chubbiness and now was bulging with muscles that seemed to be built for a different sort of fighting then Draco’s. Where Draco looked like and now was the type that would and could put up a deadly fight with a pair of daggers. Neville would now be more comfortable with a battle axe of some sort when he chose to fight anything lighter and he might break it such was his strength.

His own clothing lacked any sort of robes to cover him and was also made out of a dragonhide in varying shades of red. Crimson, for his boots, fresh blood, for his pants, and a rusty red, for his shirt. Across his chest ran a thick strap made of an unbreakable yet malleable metal the same metal that made up all of their weapons. It looked merely like a leather strap crossing his chest and now with the added protection of a spell to prevent any but Neville removing his favored weapon from his back. Which was placed at an angle across his broad back to enable him to be able to reach it and balance it better while it was in it’s sheath, was the axe that Gryffindor himself had used in battle with a single ruby on the base of it and made out of the same metal as the daggers. His hair was pulled back into the warrior’s braid held in place with a strip of crimson leather. His eyes had become a much deeper brown, which hid the slight bloodlust that he had gained from the transformation.

Harry had changed the most of all he now nearly screamed, assassin, with the dark good looks he still had even with the scarring. If it was possible he was like a blending of both of his bond mates, with something purely magical mixed in with it. The others eyes had stayed pretty much the same but his remaining green eye was no longer emerald nor was it nearly black, the pupil appeared to be slitted like a serpents would be, while the rest became a shade of green only seen before in deep woods on full moons, yet his eye appeared to be crystalized or perhaps a better word for it would be frozen, that eye had lost all semblance of childlike innocence it was the eye of a man who had seen and done to many things to even really want to think about but he had this had caused him to age even quicker than any person should.

His hair now reached his waist and no longer appeared to be out of control, on the contrary it was like a single smooth sheet of black silk which was now on both side of his forehead streaked with brilliant golden strips. He now stood as the tallest of them at 6'8 and his shoulders were just as wide as Neville’s but his body was different it was still very slender as well mixing the two other mens bodies until he got the best of both, this was a man who could fight with anything be it magic, muggle hand to hand, or any weapons given to him.

His own clothing was in shades of black unsurprising really he had a very bleak out look on life and while he was firmly on the side of the light his soul was singed black from the horrific life he had. His robe of the same style as Draco’s only black billowed around him even without a single breeze the power radiating off of him causing it to shift and shimmer making him look more shadow than man his dragonhide outfit consisted of midnight black, boots, the same shade for his pants, and a shirt of such a dark grey as to be almost black. He had a quiver and bow slung over one shoulder, as well as knifes hidden everywhere from his boots to the small of his back. As well as a sword made of a metal that was as black as his hair and spelled to be useless for anyone but him. He also had poisons...without the antidotes, Harry didn’t make mistakes not anymore.

His hair was still down except for the two gold strands were tied into loose braids that hung down on either side of his face framing it in what looked like precious metal. His hair seemed to hold unnaturally still moving only for it’s master, and when it did move they seemed to assist him in blending into the shadows.

All in all the ritual had changed them into what time would have made them become, it had also given them all the knowledge to use there new weapons and talents.

All of their wounds were now healed into easily visible raised scars, Draco and Harry’s eyelids had merely sealed themselves shut, but what was really surprising for both of them was they could use the empty socket much like Mad-Eye Moody’s eye had worked, so they could see in the dark as well as through objects and invisibility cloaks and spells. And with the other be able to see like a hawk. Every finger and toe was then grown back with only a thin scar were the once separated limb and joint met and all of the broken bones were mended.

Unfortunately Draco and Harry still could not talk even the ritual could only do so much to assist them in healing their injuries, but they could make words appear in the air above them to get there point across to others who they could not speak with mentally as they could with each other.

All of them stood tall in their adult bodies accustoming themselves to the changes. It seemed as if whole new wells of information grew from nowhere how to fight, how to kill, how to poison. As well as wandless magic the only kind that Draco and Harry could now do, as well as Neville which he would now use instead of his wand, making it easier for him to gain control of his powers without filters from his wand and so as to be completely in tune with Harry and Draco.

Together they looked at one another in shock for a moment now they could escape no assistance needed thank you very much. “Well.” Harry joked, “Guess we’ll have to remember how tall we are if we don’t want to walk into tree branches and such.” The other two chuckled mentally, the tension in the air cut by the rather silly joke. Suddenly Harry stiffened, and as the other two, knew what he knew as they were now fully entwined and aware of each other, thoughts were shared freely to help solve problems and answer to difficulties, there minds totally suited to know each other as no one else had or ever would be able to.

Reading his surface thoughts automatically for the cause of his excitement Draco and Neville knew what he was thinking and did not need to be told or ask unnecessary questions. Harry merely sent a questioning emotion to them as well as a silent plea instead of actual words.

“But what would we do there Harry how would we explain our presence to the headmaster?” Questioned Draco mentally. “Easy” smirked Harry, “Hello headmaster I am Neville Long and these are my two assistants Draco Ferry and Harry Porter, we would like to apply for jobs as DADA teachers this year if it is at all possible. You could say that couldn’t you Neville? PLEASE.” Pleaded a smirking Harry, he could feel there resolve against the idea melting away with his pleas and the last bit of information that he gave them decided it. “I promise on my oath as a wizard not to intentionally change history unless it has already happened that I did it.”

Draco’s gaze sharpened at that last bit and asked “What do you mean unless it has already happened?” Hearing Harry’s thoughts for it he finished with an “Oh.” of surprise, perhaps they were destined to go there to do something why else would this spell be placed in their heads.

Finally with a decisive nod of all three heads at the same moment six hands rose into the air and pulled the chains from there wrists with a disdainful flick of the wrists. The trio then all raised their hands into the air clasped tightly together in an unbreakable circle and began mentally chanting one word and thinking of a particular place their power was so great that they didn’t even need to think the term in Latin, Time...Time...Time...TIME!

And with a burst of light they disappeared from their cell with only a small flash of light marking an event that hadn’t happened since Merlin himself was at his full power.

Okay I just fixed some grammatical errors so be happy.