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Back To Hogwarts.

Monday, Nov. 4

Harry woke early the next morning feeling happy and content. He found himself curled up against Draco with his head resting above the Veela's heart. For several long moments, Harry just lay there, listening to the other's steady heartbeat, revelling in the feelings that Draco elicited.

Unfortunately, he was too wide awake to be able to go back asleep. And no matter how cosy and comfortable he was, Harry was too restless to lie around in bed any longer. A quick Tempus informed him that it was only a quarter to six, but after a brief pondering he got out of bed nevertheless.

Draco made a small sound of distress as Harry left him, but soon he settled back down and continued to sleep. Harry smiled gently and reached out to softly caress the fine blond hair. If Draco hadn't woken up, then he probably needed the sleep. The Elf had a feeling that his mate hadn't had much of true rest since Harry had fallen victim to that Cruciatus.

And that thought return full force the niggling sensation that he had forgotten to ask the adults something. Not bothering to take the time to shower, Harry cast a strong cleaning charm on himself, before getting dressing in a pair of black trousers and a navy-blue t-shirt that he found hanging in the wardrobe

Stopping only long enough to conjure a yellow rose and a note, leaving both on the nightstand next to the bed, Harry slipped out of the bedroom on silent feet, intent on finding Severus. The Elf had a feeling that the Potions master would be up, despite the early hour. There were quite a few potions they needed to be brewed if they were going to go ahead with their revenge, and Harry knew that Snape was itching to get started. Unfortunately, they would need to buy quite a few ingredients, and Severus had mentioned that he would start with the inventory first thing in the morning.

HPDM

Walking into the breakfast parlour Harry felt his eyebrows rise at the unexpected sight. Both Severus and Lucius were awake, and they were sitting close together, sharing what looked to be an intimate moment.

Feeling like he was intruding Harry began to back out again, hoping to avoid being detected. However, both men were used to keeping close tabs on their environment, and as one the two of them turned to pin Harry with a look.

"Good morning. I apologise for interrupting you, I shall just go now, okay?" Harry babbled, still backing out of the parlour. Just a few more steps and he would be home free.

"Good morning to you too, young man. Might one ask where my son is?" Lucius asked, his voice filled with good humour.

Harry grinned. "He is still asleep. He looked so cute I didn't have the heart to wake him up."

"Come in and eat something. Merlin knows that you are far too skinny as it is," Severus said, making an impatient gesture for Harry to approach the table.

"I really don't want to interrupt you," Harry hedged, still hesitating to come closer.

"You are not intruding, Harry. Severus and I were merely…"

"Talking. I am sure you have done the same with your friends many times?" Severus cut in, giving Harry a sardonic look.

Harry laughed and finally moved to take a seat opposite to his once feared Potions master. "Sure, I have talked with my friends many times," he said easily. "However, the kind of 'talking' the two of you looked to be doing I've only done with Draco; which was the reason to why I didn't want to intrude. Unfortunately, some don't seem to be able to take a hint," Harry said, sounding exasperated, giving Lucius a saucy wink.

"Impertinent brat!" Severus muttered, demonstratively drinking some of his tea.

Lucius laughed. "We thank you for your discretion, Harry, but the mood has been broken, wouldn't you say so, Dearheart?" Lucius asked, giving Severus a teasing look. Severus did not bother to reply.

"Seriously, what are you doing up so early? You might have been in a Healing coma for the past six weeks, but you still need your rest, Harry. Did you have a nightmare?" Lucius asked, turning serious as he gave the brunet a discreet once over.

"I'm fine. There is no need to worry," Harry said with a smile, secretly touched that the older men were willing to break off their private moment to fuss over him. He had never taken it well when his friends constantly bugged him to tell them how he was feeling. But somehow it was different when Lucius and Severus were doing it.

I guess the difference is that those two really do care. Oh, I'm sure that Ron and Hermione cared at one point. But the few times I actually confided in them, they didn't want to hear it. When Lucius asks, he expects an honest answer, and if I tell him that something is bothering me, he listens. And then he goes about trying to fix whatever is wrong. That is something no one has ever done for me before, Harry realised with a start.

Not stopping to think, Harry acted on an impulse. Climbing to his feet he walked down to where the older Veela was sitting and enveloped him in a fierce hug. "Thank you," he whispered, before pulling back, his face burning up with embarrassment.

"What was that about?" Lucius asked, stopping Harry from leaving by gently grasping the nearest wrist. Standing up, the blond enfolded Harry in a hug, not letting go until the teen had relaxed and accepted the comfort.

"I just realised that you genuinely care about me. I guess… I'm not used to that," Harry admitted, looking down at his boots.

Lucius placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Yes, you have been most unfortunate in that department, Loveling, haven't you?" Lucius mused out aloud. "However, know this, Harry. The three of us care deeply about you, and we don't care about your destiny. We care about you."

"That we do." Severus nodded and put down his teacup. "At first, I was prepared to tolerate you because of Draco. But." He held up his hand to stop the comments waiting to spill forth on the others' lips. "When I started to get to know you, I realised what Albus has been trying to tell me since your first year. You are not James Potter. In fact, the more I have gotten to know you, the more I have come to realise that you are ten times the man your father was. James would have turned his back on Draco, just because he was a Malfoy. You, however, have taken the time to get to know the true person behind the mask, and for that I will always feel gratitude."

"I don't want your gratitude," Harry stated hotly, giving the Potions master a dark look.

"I know. A poor choice of word perhaps. The point I am trying to make is that I have gotten to know you, and I… like the person I have found behind the mask of the Golden Boy of Gryffindor," Severus said stiffly, not used to voicing his emotions like this.

"You had to use that name, didn't you, sir?" Harry asked with a theatrical groan.

"Of course, I cannot allow you to get a swelled head, now, can I?" Severus said with a smirk, refilling his teacup.

Harry groaned, resting his forehead against Lucius' chest for a moment. "You, Sev, are a cruel man."

"Thank you, I do try," Severus replied with aplomb, causing his companions to laugh.

HPDM

"There is something I've been meaning to ask you," Harry said sometime later when the three of them were finishing up their breakfast. "How could Dumbledore get away with his actions? I mean, you said it yourself, a lot of students ended up at St. Mungo's. How come no one began to investigate before things got so out of hand? Why didn't anyone do anything to make the madness stop? I… I guess I just don't understand how it could have gone so far," Harry added sadly.

Lucius and Severus shared a look. A silent communication took place, and then Lucius began to formulate a reply.

"I believe we have been given a splendid example of the drawbacks of our world being so… compartmentalised. Also, you have to remember that things were not so bad at the beginning," Lucius reminded the Elf.

"Our world is compartmentalised?" Harry asked, frowning as he tried to understand what the blond was talking about.

"Yes, it is. One or two of the students felt alarmed at what was going on at Hogwarts, so they wrote home to their parents. What other option did they have? Turn to their Head of House? They had already shown that they were not about to take any actions.

"I don't know for sure, but I surmise that most of the parents discarded the things their children told them, choosing to believe in Albus Dumbledore. As for those who saw the early warning signs, what were they to do? Write to the Headmaster? I'm sure some of them did. But knowing Dumbledore, he just disregarded the letters, or sent a reassuring letter back, telling the parents that everything was fine.

"Others turned to the School Governors, but that lot is not about to take action unless they absolutely have to. Just look at your second year. The children were threatened by an unknown danger, several were even petrified by that unknown foe, and yet, it wasn't until Ginerva Weasley was taken to the Secret Chamber that the decision came to close the school."

Harry blinked, he hadn't realised that, but what Lucius was saying was true. Something should have been done much, much sooner. After all, it was pure, dumb luck that no one had been killed that year.

"I am positive that some parents wrote to the Minister of Magic," Severus said, taking over the conversation. "However, he is such a coward that he was not about to go up against Albus Dumbledore until he had unmistakable proof that something was wrong. He got that proof in the end, but by then it was far too late. Too many students had been hurt; and most of those had suffered injuries that would mark them for life. We can do a lot with magic. However, not even with magic to aid us can we fix everything. Just look at Mad-Eye Moody."

Harry nodded slowly, remembering the damage done to the ex-Auror. Then he thought of something. "But I though that only wounds from Dark magic scarred like that."

"Harry, if a limb is lost, no matter how it happened, a new one can not be regenerated. If you damage the nerves to an eye too badly, then sight can not be restored. Yes, most wounds caused by Light magic can be healed without scars, but as I just said, not all wounds can be healed. Sometimes the damage is just too severe," Severus said gently, hating that he had to shatter the youth's trust in magic.

Harry thought about that for a moment, but then he pushed it to a far corner at the back of his mind. He would ponder that revelation at a later date, when he had more time to truly consider all angles. Moving back to the original subject, Harry slowly asked, "So, what you are saying is that the reason the madness at Hogwarts' wasn't stopped earlier, is because parents and pupils haven't got anyone they can turn to when they feel there is a problem?" Just wanting to make sure he had understood them correctly.

Lucius and Severus shared another silent discussion.

"Essentially, yes. Normally, the Heads of Houses are the ones who bring a matter of discontent to the Headmaster. But when neither will listen, then there isn't much the pupils can do. Unless they manage to unite a large group of students who all demand that actions be made. However, that has only happened twice in Hogwarts' long history," Severus said calmly.

"Huh. I guess that is something else we need to change. I wonder… The Muggles have some sort of… society I guess you could call it that involves the parents with the running of the school. I think I need to look into what exactly they do. Maybe it could be adopted to work in the magical world as well?" Harry mused, leaning back in his chair, toying with a spoon.

"There you all are! I was beginning to think that you had all disappeared on me," Draco said with a pout as he entered the parlour.

"Good morning, love, slept well?" Harry asked, getting up from his chair to greet his boyfriend with a kiss.

"Very. Thank you for asking. The dreaming was better though," Draco said with a leer, causing the Elf to laugh and blush at the same time.

"Do we want to know?" Lucius asked, amused.

"No, you do not!" Harry said forcibly before Draco could reply. Dragging the blond teen towards the table, Harry retook his seat, startling Draco by pulling the Veela down to sit on his lap.

"Harry!" Draco laughed. "Not at the breakfast table, you prat!"

"I believe that is my cue to retire to the potions lab," Severus said dryly, putting his napkin on the table and climbing to his feet. "Good morning, Dragon, it is good to see you so chipper this morning. I would appreciate it if you did not dawdle."

"Hey, it isn't my fault that no one woke me up," Draco mock complaint. "Then again, if you hadn't gotten up at the crack of dawn, then I wouldn't be late, now would I?"

"Spoken like a true Malfoy," Lucius said with a teasing grin. "Always find a way to put the blame on others. Good morning, son. If you need me I will be in the library." Mirroring Severus' movements, Lucius too got to his feet, dropping a kiss on top of his son's head before heading out to start the day's chores as well.

"Finally alone, love. What ever should I do with you?" Harry asked, doing his best leer.

"You could feed me," Draco said imperiously, sticking his nose into the air.

HPDM

Draco woke slowly, feeling happy and content. For long moments he dwelled in that world between sleeping and awake, and he revelled in just being satisfied. Harry was awake again, and there seemed to be no lasting problems from his latest brush with danger. And considering the dream they had just shared… Draco broke into a smile as he remembered. He truly needed to get Harry alone soon. He couldn't wait to see how much reality differed from the Veela dreams.

Stretching, Draco reached out for his mate, only to find empty space and cold sheets. Blinking his eyes open, the blond slowly sat up and looked around. Spotting the rose, Draco picked it up gently, held it to his nose and took in the sweet perfume. Twirling the flower between his fingers, Draco was unable to hold back a besotted smile. Harry could be so sweet, and Draco felt his heart swell as he realised once more that this amazing creature was his and his alone.

Sighing happily, the Veela then turned his attention to the note the rose had been resting on.

My dearest love,

You looked so cute that I didn't have the heart to wake you up.

I have gone to get some breakfast, and then I will be working in one of the gardens.

Love,

Harry

Draco's smile grew impossibly bigger. Throwing the covers aside, he jumped to his feet. Wanting to preserve the rose, he placed an everlasting charm on it, and gently put it in a hastily transfigured vase, making sure it was given a prominent spot on the nightstand.

Skipping into the bathroom, Draco showered swiftly before dressing for the day, keeping in mind that he would spend most of it in the Potions lab. Looking himself over in the mirror Draco felt satisfied with his appearance, and he snapped his fingers to summon a house-elf.

"Young Master called?" the elf asked, bowing deeply.

"Yes, where are the others?" Draco asked, wondering if either of the adults was awake yet.

"Master Harry is eating breakfast with Masters, young Master," the elf replied with another deep bow.

Draco blinked as he deciphered the reply. "Thank you, you may go," he said imperiously, heading out for the breakfast parlour. It seemed like he was the only one who had indulged in a lay in that morning. "Why was I cursed with a morning person for a mate?" he asked the air, shaking his head in exasperation.

HPDM

"There you all are! I was beginning to think that you had all disappeared on me," Draco said, making sure to wear a pout as he made his presence known. The atmosphere in the parlour was relaxed, and neither of the three seemed overly tense, causing Draco to relax as well.

"Good morning, love, slept well?" Harry asked, getting up from his chair to greet his boyfriend with a kiss.

Draco was more than happy to accept the kiss, secretly thrilled at the easy way Harry was calling him love these days. The closeness the Veela was craving was growing steadily between them. Not satisfied with the quick peck that Harry gave him, Draco wrapped his arms around a trim waist, holding the Elf in place as he gave his mate his own morning kiss in greeting.

Satisfied that Harry knew how much he was loved, Draco finally let the other boy go with an easy, 'Very. Thank you for asking. The dreaming was better though," Draco said, unable to stop himself from teasing his mate, putting on his best leer for maximum effect. He got his reward as Harry laughed and blushed at the same time.

"Do we want to know?" Lucius asked bemused.

Draco opened his mouth to make a witty response. However, before he could get a word out, Harry was already speaking. Damn, Draco thought. He wasn't truly annoyed, but the perfect reply had just sprung into his mind, only Harry had ruined the moment. Note to self, be swifter in your replies from now on.

He was effectively brought out of his thoughts by Harry pulling him down to sit on his lap. Laughing, Draco did his best to admonish his mate. "Harry! Not at the breakfast table, you prat!"

"I believe that is my cue to retire to the Potions lab," Severus said dryly, putting his napkin on the table and climbing to his feet. "Good morning, Dragon, it is good to see you so chipper this morning. I would appreciate it if you did not dawdle."

"Hey, it isn't my fault that no one woke me up," Draco mock complaint. "Then again, if you hadn't gotten up at the crack of dawn, then I wouldn't be late, now would I?" he added, giving his godfather a pointed look

"Spoken like a true Malfoy," Lucius said with a teasing grin. "Always find a way to put the blame on others. Good morning, son. If you need me I will be in the library." Mirroring Severus' movements, Lucius too got to his feet, dropping a kiss on top of his son's head before heading out to start the day's chores as well.

"Finally alone, love. What ever should I do with you?" Harry asked, doing his best leer. It was a decent attempt. However, it was ruined by his effort to keep his amusement in check.

"You could feed me," Draco said imperiously, sticking his nose into the air.

Harry burst out laughing, giving the Veela a gentle shove. "It is fortunate for you that I love you so much," Harry grumbled, but he was smiling as he said it.

"Yes it is. And it is fortunate for you that I love you just as much if not more," Draco replied cheerfully, giving the brunet a kiss. "Oh, yeah, thank you so much for the rose, love. It was beautiful, almost as beautiful as you," he added in a husky whisper before claiming those tempting lips in a second, deeper kiss.

"You are most welcome, my sweet," Harry murmured, his face red from his blush. Hiding his face in Draco's shoulder he added, "I didn't want you to wake up and think I had just left you. But I was too wide awake to go back to sleep, and I was worried I'd wake you since I felt too restless to stay in bed and…"

"Harry, I'm not upset," Draco said softly, carding his fingers through the mass of dark hair.

Harry just hugged him tight for a moment, and then he reluctantly pulled back. "You need to eat. We have a lot of work to do today, and you are far too skinny. Didn't you take proper care of yourself while I was in the coma?"

Draco snorted. "Look who's talking! If anyone is skinny, it is you, love."

"Funny, Severus said the same thing," Harry said with a pout. "I'm not that skinny. I'm-"

"If Severus says you are skinny, then you can bet your last Galleon that you are skinny. Don't be surprised if he and Father start pouring nutrition potions down your throat. They did that to me when I was five, after I had been sick with Dragon Pox. I thought I was going to start floating from all the potions they poured into me," Draco said, shuddering at the memory.

"Then it is fortunate I'm an Elf," Harry said, a smug smile on his face.

"You wish! Trust me; it won't be long before Severus has managed to work around that little problem. I have never seen anyone as focused as Severus when he is experimenting with new potions. Present him with a problem, and he will give his all until it is solved. Just look at the Wolfbane Potion. They all said it was impossible to do anything about the werewolf problem, but Severus proved them wrong."

Harry gave Draco a thoughtful look. "I'm starting to think that I don't want Severus anywhere near that Elven King, do I? He is going to find out everything there is to know about Elf anatomy, isn't he? And then he will take far too much pleasure in dosing me with foul tasting potions again, isn't he?" Harry asked, looking quite forlorn at that prospect.

Draco took one look at his mate's disgruntled face, and then he was hooting with laughter.

HPDM

Monday, Nov. 18

Harry looked around the room, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. The past two weeks had seemed to fly by. Then again, they hadn't exactly been idle. Severus and Draco had spent most of their time in the Potions lab, brewing up a storm.

Harry had helped them from time to time, as had Lucius. But even though they both knew their way around a cauldron, Potions were not their first love. Lucius had spent most of his time in the library, doing research and Merlin knew what, while Harry had been working in the gardens. The Elf had felt the call of the earth, and he had needed the work to continue to ground himself. None of the Slytherins had begrudged him that, and Harry had made sure to repay them for their tolerance by harvesting potions ingredients from the many rare plats growing in the Manor's different gardens and greenhouses.

Fortunately, the last Black living at Black Manor had been interested in Herbology beside the Dark Arts, and he had delegated quite an army of house-elves to tend to the plant life. And because no one had been around since to counteract those orders, the Manor's gardens were in pristine orders and not overgrown and rundown at all. When Severus had realised what plants still existed on the grounds he had actually drooled, causing Harry to snicker.

But it also got him thinking. He was no expert like Neville was, and he hadn't realised that many of the plants growing in such abundance at Black Manor was considered extremely rare by the wizarding world. Some were even on the verge of being extinct. So, as he worked on the harvest with the house-elves, Harry also did a detailed inventory. A task that sent him more than once to the library to look up the different plants he'd found in an attempt to figure out what they were and what uses they had. At least he now knew what to give the Potions master at the man's upcoming birthday and for Yule.

"Are you ready to head back?" Draco asked, pushing away from the door jamb. He had been observing his mate for several minutes, growing somewhat alarmed when his mate failed to notice he was there.

Harry glanced over his shoulder, giving his Veela a smile. "Yeah, I guess," he said with a small sigh. "It's just…"

"What, love?" Draco asked, stepping forward, wrapping his arms around a trim waist. The past two weeks had done them all a world of good. The lack of stress and worries had given them all a much needed reprieve. Not to mention the restorative powers of uninterrupted sleep and good foods. These days none of them could be called skinny anymore. They hadn't acquired any love handles, far from it, but ribs were no longer as prominent as they had once been.

"It's been fun here," Harry said, searching for the words to describe what he was feeling. "I've enjoyed spending time with just the four of us. I know we haven't seen each other much during the day, but the evenings…" Harry trailed off once more, remembering the cosy gathering in the living room, sitting in front of the fire with a hot drink and a good book. Or the times the four had just been talking about their work, their dreams, or anything that took their fancy. Harry had especially enjoyed the almost fierce discussions of how they would change the wizarding world if they had unlimited powers to do as they wished.

"I guess I'm not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, and that is just plain weird," Harry said, turning around in Draco's arms so that he could look his boyfriend in the eyes. "Hogwarts has always been the one place that I've been able to call home, and I guess it is… unnerving to realise that I would rather be here, with the three of you, than return back to the school," he explained, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck.

"I understand, love," Draco said softly, giving his mate a gentle smile. "I can't say that I'm that eager to return myself. If it wasn't for the bollocks that Dumbledore has made of everything, then I wouldn't mind staying here with you at all. And I can't wait to show you the Malfoy Manor, or the château in Austria. The world is a big place, Harry, and I want to show it to you so much."

Harry lost himself in glowing silvery eyes, so filled with love and devotion. "I guess it isn't so bad that I don't consider Hogwarts home anymore, is it? This way I get to keep my home after I graduate. At one time I considered staying there and becoming the next Defence teacher - once Voldemort had been dealt with of course - but now… Now I think I much rather want to tour the world with you, and perhaps one day we can show it to our children?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I would love that, Harry," Draco whispered, leaning in to give the one holding his heart a kiss.

"There you are, boys. Are you ready?"

Draco groaned and banged his forehead against Harry's shoulder. "I'm all packed, Father. And I believe that Harry is too," he said in frustration. Every time Harry and he had managed to get a few minutes to themselves, one of the adults would come barging in and ruin it. Draco was this close to hexing his father's arse off. Had the man totally forgotten what it felt like to be alone with his mate!

Lucius smirked, having a good idea what was running through his son's mind. However, he was not about to risk his son's future by giving them enough privacy to risk their hormones running amok. Thanks to the Veela Dreams the two of them were getting closer, and one of these days they might forget themselves and go further than they should.

"I'm all packed too, Lucius," Harry said, glancing up at the older Malfoy. He managed to muster a small smile from somewhere to show that he wasn't upset with the man, even thought he wouldn't have minded a few more minutes alone with Draco.

"Good. Severus has just packed up the last of the potions we will need. It is time to head back." Lucius smiled at the Elf, gesturing for the teens to come along.

Harry nodded and gently detangled himself from the arms wrapped around him. Shrinking the trunks he had prepared, Harry cast one last look around the room before heading after the two Malfoys.

HPDM

"Are you all ready?" Severus asked, looking up as the three entered the parlour.

"I think so," Harry said, giving Draco a glance.

"I'm ready," Draco said with a small nod.

"As am I," Lucius said, coming to stand next to Severus.

"Good, then let us get this over and done with," Severus said, not sounding as if he was eager to return either.

Harry nodded his head, firming his resolve. Holding out his invisibility cloak, Harry watched as Severus swept it around his shoulders. Before he could lose his nerve, Harry pulled out the Time-Turner, making the chain bigger so that it would go around all four necks.

"We all agree on the date?" Harry asked, glancing around the ring one last time.

"Yes," three voices chorused.

Not finding anymore reasons to delay the inevitable; Harry began to turn the Time-Turner, going back one day for each turn.

There was that nauseating shift that he remembered so clearly from third year, and then they were standing in their living room at Hogwarts. Swiftly, the chain was unhooked from the Slytherin's necks and Severus wrapped the invisibility cloak around Harry and himself. Moving stealthily, the four made their way up to Draco's bedroom. The two Veelas were relying on their own powers of invisibility, which was a good thing since it would have been a tight squeeze getting all four of them under the cloak.

Closing the door behind them, leaving only a small crack open, the four listened with baited breath. Had they managed with their calculations?

"Come, my Dragon, let us go and see how Harry is faring," Severus' voice drifted up to the four from the living room. There was a soft scraping sound, which they interpreted as the two climbing inside the trunk, and then there was silence once more.

One minute ticked by, then another.

"Do you think we have left yet?" Harry asked quietly when he could take the silence no longer.

"I should think so," Lucius murmured, casting a quick Tempus. "We didn't stay long after Severus and Draco joined us in the trunk.

"Whew! We made it!" Draco said, fading back into sight. "Can you tell me again why we chose this exact moment?" he asked petulantly, pouting prettily.

Severus snorted but wrapped an arm around his godson's shoulders. "Because this way, we know that we won't accidentally disturb time by running into ourselves. And there is the added bonus that Albus won't miss us in case he comes looking for us. Not even I know of all the benefits the castle gives him, and we deemed it too risky to wait until tomorrow to return, remember? The few moments there were eight of us instead of four shouldn't have caused any major shock waves for the castle to report. Especially since the Founders are on our side."

"Severus is correct, Son. This way it will be as if we never left, and we won't risk missing an important event due to not being here. After all, Mercury didn't know everything of what had happened, he only got the gist of it, since he wasn't here from the start either," Lucius said, coming to stand next to Harry.

"Yeah, I know, but why didn't we return to the beginning of September like we originally planned?" Draco asked, not wanting to dwell on how scared he had been that they had miscalculated the time and would ran smack into themselves as they returned. Severus seemed to know what he was thinking, because he pulled Draco into a quick hug.

"Because although in there is no limits to time travel through the use of Time-Turner in theory, studies have shown that it is best to keep it as short and simple as possible. Besides, we've already had our vacation, wouldn't you say?" Severus said, giving his godson a pointed look.

"So… Shall we get started?" Harry asked, an unholy gleam appeared in his eyes as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

A matching smirk appeared on Draco's face. "Yeah, let Operation Down With Dumbles commence!" he crowed happily, wriggling out from Severus' arm to do a victory dance around the room while singing, "Down with Dumbles, Down with Dumbles," over and over again.

Next Time:
Harry confronts Dumbledore and the other three Heads of Houses.
(There will probably be some pranking as well, but I dare not make a promise.)
Until then…