This is a test chapter. I noticed that there are millions of Harry goes back in time and Hermione goes back and even a few Severus goes back, but i've never read a Draco goes back. I decided to write one. If it get's no response I'll discontinue but I thought it may be an interesting idea.


Prolouge

It was never about power or money. For Draco Malfoy, it had always been about Harry Potter. As a child, he'd fallen to sleep on stories of his heroic acts; the fantasy of his fabulous life in luxury. Draco made up scenarios where they'd become fast friends at Hogwarts; inseparable and together forever. In his mind, they lived happily ever after, friends for life, living together and ruling the Wizarding World.

Draco Malfoy was a born and raised pureblood and his father had been, though never proven to be, a Death Eater, responsible for multiple rapes and murders. Draco was a Wizard as his father be for him and his father before him. He did not know any other life then that of Wizardry.

One may be surprised to know that Draco Malfoy wanted the destruction of his father's Lord, but it was true. He'd always been a stubborn boy, refusing to change his mind without proof. To his childish logic, Harry Potter had freed his father from a man who had promised power and delivered only pain. Though his father repeatedly told him different, Draco refused to believe it. When Harry Potter mysteriously killed Lord Voldemort he became all that was good to Draco.

None of his dreams and childish fantasy's came true.

A mistaken understanding of what was proper turned Harry Potter from him in the beginning. A child's grudge removed all possibilities of friendship from them during school when Harry refused his hand. Draco was never invited on their adventures. Instead a mud blood and a blood traitor were given the honor of Harry's confidants. They told Harry Draco was a Death Eater and in his hurt, he'd not corrected them.

Harry turned into Potter and his name became synonymous with anger, rage, petty rivalry, and one-up-manship. Draco felt the sting of rejection every time Potter brushed him aside like so much garbage, and lashed out to hurt him in return.

In their sixth year, when the Dark Lord rose to power again; Draco was forced to make a choice. To give up his childhood dreams and join a madman he never wanted to follow, or give up his pride and beg Harry Potter for forgiveness.

In the end, Harry did forgive him, and his fantasy friendship became reality, finally. They learned how to trust, though it was a hard road. Even though the Dark Lord was a constant danger, Draco had never felt such peace.

Over time, their relationship changed. It transformed into something better then Draco could have ever dreamed. They fell in love.

It was like a dream. Their love and understanding of the other was so complete it was like they had joined together completely, as though they lived inside the other. Their love covered over the destruction and terror like a rose colored mist.

They both knew it would end, that the terror of war would become so great that their love would not be able to hide them from it, but for the time being, it was perfect. Draco thought that that time of shattered delusions would be far in the future.

It wasn't.

Harry Potter lay dead in his arms and Draco could only think of his failures.

If he had just been faster.

Just pushed Harry harder to learn the spells, to learn to fight, instead of distracting him with frequent flights of sexual fancy.

The scream of pain that ripped from his lungs paused the battle around them.

Almost everyone was dead anyway, but his pain made one man, in particular, wince.

Draco watched his father slowly stroll over to them and prepared for pain.

"I'm sorry son."

Draco glanced up in incredulous shock.

Lucius nodded, "yes it is hard to believe, but you must trust me. I never wanted him to die. None of us did."

The pain in his soul was all encompassing and blocked any emotions other then curiosity. Nothing could matter so what did it harm if he listened to his father on this.

Lucius sat next to Draco and together they watched the Death Eaters capture and kill the last of the Order of the Phoenix.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way. There wasn't supposed to be this much death, or rebellion. What does our Lord rule now? There are so few of us left."

He turned and addressed Draco directly instead of letting his words drift on the air.

"Come with us Draco. We need as many wizards as we can get to recreate our way of life."

Draco pulled his Harry into his arms and caressed his hair. Slowly, he broke apart the strands were fused by blood and gore.

"He is dead Draco."

The younger wizard shook his head.

"Yes Draco, Dead. Come with us. You must move on."

Again, Draco shook his head. There was nothing left without Harry; nothing to move on too.

Sighing Lucius stood up.

"I had hoped you would be less stubborn."

Draco watched with unconcerned eyes as his father pointed a curiously green tipped wand at his face.

"I'm sorry my son. We cannot have any traitors among us."

He felt the killing curse hit him and the pain of it wrenching out his soul almost penetrated his grief empowered lethargy.

When he next became aware, he decided that death without Harry wasn't that different from life without Harry.

Black

Blank

Soundless

Nothing

He floated, formless, for time unknown until a light appeared at the end of the Nothing.

He watched the light, uncaring of anything else other then the absence of his life's love.

There were voices in the light, the sound of them foreign in the void. They whispered against his skin, but he did not strain to hear them. They were unimportant next to the loss of Harry.

As the light approached, the voiced became clearer, they spoke of things beyond comprehension; things no mortal would ever be able to know. Things that he had never even pondered before.

What is the sound of creation?

The color of forgiveness?

The taste of truth?

In another life, one where he never knew Harry, he may have been curious to know the answers to these questions; instead he simply acknowledged that these voices knew them.

When the light reached him, the voices stopped. He thought this was a new eternity, forever in light where he had been forever in darkness.

"NO!"

The sound of the voices from this distance was overwhelming. They blew past him in a rush of unimaginable power. They were not yelling, simply so incomprehensible that their multitude of whispers held the answers to every question.

He asked no more questions, had no more thoughts. He had no desire for anything but Harry.

"YOU WISH FOR YOUR MATE TO BE RETURNED TO YOU!"

No, that wasn't right. He didn't want Harry here. He would waist away here. Harry needed things, sun, wind, light; to shine.

"YOU HAVE DIED, JOINED US IN THE BEGINNING. BUT THINGS WERE NOT MEANT TO TURN OUT THIS WAY. YOUR MATE WAS NOT TO JOIN US SO SOON. IT WAS NOT HIS DESTINY. BECAUSE HE FAILED, OTHERS JOINED US BEFORE THEIR TIME, YOU AMONG THEM."

They stopped while Draco absorbed the power that came from this knowledge. It had seeped into his soul while they spoke. He knew, without a doubt that the longer he remained in their company, the more power he would absorb.

"YOU WILL RETURN TO WHERE HIS DESTINY BEGAN AND CHANGE HIS FUTURE."

Draco's mind nearly overloaded. Sent to the past. To protect Harry's future? Why not send Harry himself?

"WE DO NOT SEND HIM BECAUSE IT IS HIS DESTINY. WE HAVE CHOSEN YOU. BE HONORED!"

Draco was honored. To be with Harry again in any capacity was an honor, a gift we would not under appreciate.

"YOU HAVE A CHOICE; YOU MAY RETURN AS YOU ARE, OR RETURN AS YOU WERE."

The concept eluded him for a moment but then he realized: as an adult, or as the child he would be during that time. He wondered if he would be able to keep his knowledge and power as the child he was.

"YOU MUST RETAIN YOUR MEMORIES IN ORDER TO BE EFFECTIVE!"

Of course, Draco felt the first glimmer of emotion during his stay in this place, embarrassment.

"YOU WILL RETAIN YOUR KNOWLEDGE, BUT NOT YOUR ABILITY."

Draco nodded. That was acceptable. With his knowledge he could retrain his magic to the standard he was used to in a year at most.

He accepted and felt the voices give him knowledge. The knowledge they'd not had and needed desperately during the war. It overloaded him and he fell unconscious.


An: alright so that's the prologue. Let me know if you like it so I'll know to continue it or not.