NOTE: I want to reiterate that this fiction is really RATED R! I'm warning you in advance of this because I know I put the PG-13 rating on the story. I purposely did this because I am quite annoyed that ffnet has decided to filter out all the R rated stories unless the browsing reader decides to switch the option to Ratings: all. Naturally I would like the widest audience possible to see that I have updated my story. Thanks for reading!All characters in this fiction are originally creations of J.K. Rowling.
Draco Malfoy had been walking down one of the dark corridors between the Great Hall and the Slytherin Common Room quite a while before he realized that he was lost. He must have taken this corridor literally hundreds of times over the last five years he'd been attending Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he hadn't gotten lost anywhere in the castle since he was a first year! He stopped walking and looked around the corridor. Looking behind him, he could see very little of what he had already passed. And when he looked forward, he saw virtually nothing because it was too dark and distant to make out. Draco approached one of the paintings, which, although unfamiliar to him, might be kind enough to help him find his way back to the correct corridor again.
One of the few paintings was of a bear and a unicorn dancing in a forest clearing. Draco watched them for a few seconds, then cleared his throat. "Ahem! Could one of you kindly point the way back to Slytherin's Common room? I'm quite sure I'm lost."
"Oh, you're not lost, lad," the dancing bear replied. "Just go through the corridor to the end, and open the big black oak door at the end of it. It'll take you right where you belong, you'll see..."
"Thank you..." Draco answered, as he furrowed his pale blond brows in puzzlement. He never recalled seeing a large oak door on the way to Slytherin Common room before...
Draco approached the door, and tried to open it. Naturally, the doorknob didn't budge. He took out his wand and muttered "Alohomora!" This charm presumably would open a locked door, but unfortunately, the spell used to keep it locked was stronger than the spell Draco was using to open it. Draco sighed and rolled up his sleeves, as he was going to have to use a rather strong counter-spell to open this door. No stupid door was going to keep him from getting any sleep this evening!
He grit his teeth, and began uttering the spell he'd memorized from Moste Potente Charmes, (which he'd snuck into the restricted area of the library once to read). He then focused his powers, his very essence, through his wand, into the door knob, and into the depths of the mechanism. He could see the inner workings of the doorknob in his mind's eye. And he set about moving the parts inside the doorknob magically to unlock it. They were not going to move easily, as they had not been used in many years. But his magical powers were strong enough to counter-act that problem. The rusty old parts began to budge, and then, finally, snapped open. With an "Ah!" of triumph, Draco siezed the doorknob, which burned with magical heat, and turned it open.
He peered out of the door, and was thrilled to find that it was familiar territory once again. He smiled, opened the door wider, and walked into the corridor, and then shut the door behind him. He checked the knob once to make sure it was locked again, which, naturally, it was, and then he followed the group of students up ahead.
He was even more pleased to see Slytherin's Common room door. What a strange adventure he'd been on tonight! He'd have to tell Crabbe and Goyle all about it, although they probably would get all stupid about it and try to find the door again.
The group of students that were ahead of him had gotten to the door first. One of them said "Howler!" and the door opened. Draco blinked; he didn't know that the password for the Slytherin House had changed. Mystified, he approached the door once the others had already gone inside. "Howler!" he said clearly, and the door opened for him. He walked inside and looked around.
"Hey! Who are you? How did you get in here?" a student asked as he rose from his highback chair by the fireplace. Draco eyed the boy suspiciously; he'd never seen this boy before in his life. A girl that had been sitting next to the boy had also stood up. She was no more familiar to Draco than the boy was.
"I used the password, just like you did. What are you doing here? I don't recognize you!" Draco said in the haughtiest voice he could manage.
"Listen, here! You're the stranger, not us!" said the boy, who was just about Draco's height and weight but had curly brown hair cut close to his head and light brown eyes to match.
"Are you a Malfoy?" the girl interrupted, looking keenly at him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. And I've been attending school here for five years already. It's not like I've just walked in here off the street, although you seem to be acting like it." Draco frowned. He didn't like the looks of this boy. He looked like the kind of person that could get you to do just about anything he wanted you to do. Draco didn't understand how he knew this about him...
"This is the first time any of us have ever seen you in our lives," was the boy's snide response.
Draco was getting rather nervous. "Where's Crabbe and Goyle?"
The boy appeared very annoyed and astonished at the same time. "Freddy Goyle graduated two years ago, dipshit!" he told Draco.
"Not Freddy Goyle, asshole! Gregory Goyle!" Draco snapped back.
"Who the fuck is Gregory Goyle!" the boy yelled.
"The one who's going to kick your sorry ass in as soon as I find him!" Draco declared.
"Heh, why don't you kick my ass yourself?" the boy sneered back at Draco.
Draco shook his head, and in that instant, a flash appeared in his mind's eye. He saw a dark prison cell. He smirked, "If I tried to kick your ass, I'd wind up in Azkaban, because you'd be dead."
"Is that so, you little shit?" the boy hissed, then darted with his hands aimed for Draco's throat. In one smooth move that was so fast that the other students in the room barely saw it, Draco had the boy flat on his back. Draco was in his face almost as quickly.
"Bad boy. Don't make Draco Malfoy angry again!"
The boy yelled out in desperation, "SNAPE!" A few seconds later, Draco looked up and saw a familiar face at last. Severus Snape, tall and thin, with nearly shoulder-length ink-black hair and eyes to match, was peering into the common room. He was already dressed for bed.
"Lestrange! What are you doing on the floor?" Severus asked. Draco stood up, and was more mystified by the appearance of Severus Snape than by anything else this entire evening. He was the same, but somehow, he was so very different. He was just as tall, but seemed a bit smaller. Younger...
"I put him there," Draco told Severus.
"Because he's a terminal asshole..." Draco declared.
"And it seems that you're the expert on them, right?" Severus quipped. Everyone in the common room chortled at that. Draco looked a bit sheepish, and everyone laughed a bit harder. He shook his head in disbelief that anyone would dare laugh out of him, then sat on a highback chair near the fire, and stared into it. His insides were twisting from the confusion.
"Who are you?" he heard Severus ask.
"He says he's a Malfoy," the girl advised him.
Draco turned around to face him, his eyes huge with shock. "You mean you don't know who I am either? I don't understand any of this! Where has everyone I know gone to?"
"Are you really a Malfoy, like Rachel here said?" Severus asked.
"Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy!" Draco told them all again in an exasperated tone.
"How were we supposed to know who you are?" Lestrange, the boy who'd been tackled by Draco, complained.
"You're related to Lucius Malfoy?" another boy asked him.
"Yes! I'm his son!" Draco reported. To this, not one of them said a word. They all appeared quite stunned. Finally Draco spoke again. "What's the matter with you lot? Don't you know me at all? Have I just stepped into some sort of parallel dimension or something?" he asked, giving voice to what was his fear at the moment.
"How old are you?" Severus asked at last.
"I'm sixteen!" Draco told him, as if he should have known that.
"Well," another boy drawled, "Ol' Lucius graduated from here about four years ago. He was eighteen years old back then. He always thought he was some kind of hot shot, but there's no way that even he could have been a father at age eight..."
Draco turned to face this boy, who had blondish hair even longer than Severus' was, and hazel eyes that held absolutely no warmth in them. "My father can't have graduated from here four years ago! He'll be turning forty-two this year!"
The others exchanged looks, and Severus asked Draco, "Did something happen on the way to the common room this evening, Malfoy?" His eyes glinted as he glanced at Draco's robes. "You have Slytherin's crest on you, and you seem to know your way around here, but none of us have ever seen you before. So, I can only conclude that something happened on your way to the common room tonight."
Rachel sighed and said, "What could have happened?"
Severus snorted and replied, "This is Hogwarts! Anything can happen here!"
"No, Sev! He's just playing a joke. He isn't Lucius Malfoy's son! He can't be!" Lestrange drawled.
"How do I know you're not the ones playing a joke? This is unbelievable!" Draco declared. "Do you mean to tell me that I took a wrong turn on the way back here from the Great Hall and ended up going to the Slytherin common room about twenty years too early?"
"Could be," Severus answered with a shrug. Draco sat down again because his legs were quite weak. This was too much, even for him. All of his friends weren't even born yet! And worse, his own father had just graduated Hogwarts himself, and was probably not even married to Draco's mother Narcissa yet. If Draco went to Lucius as he was in this time, he would be a stranger, and would not give Draco the time of day!
All of these things, bad as they were, paled in comparison to one, very disturbing thing. If it was true that Draco had traveled back in time, then that meant that he wasn't living in the 1990's any longer. He was back to the 1970's, and those years were when the Dark Lord's powers were at their height! And he knew that there were people, perhaps in this very room, that were secret supporters of the Dark Lord. It had been easy to pretend to his father (and everyone else) while the Dark Lord was in exile, but once he returned, Draco knew it would only be a matter of time before he would be sucked into the vortex of Voldemort for real. Draco hadn't actually had to deal with the evil wizard yet. What was in store for him now that he was in these times?
"I think we ought to take him straight up to the headmaster. I'll bet he knows how to get Draco back to his own time," Severus suggested.
Lestrange protested, "Why do we have to do that? I'll bet that he knows all about the future! He could tell me what's going to happen!"
Draco turned to the boy and said, "Lestrange, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Rodolphus Lestrange! What about it?"
Severus grabbed Lestrange by the arm. "Don't! You shouldn't ask him something like that! What if it's bad!"
"Don't be such a goddamned baby, Snape! Tell me!" Lestrange demanded.
Draco just realized at that moment why he had pictured a dark prison cell when he'd seen this boy, before he knew that this boy was Lestrange. It wasn't because Draco would wind up in Azkaban for killing him, as he'd bragged earlier, but because it was Lestrange's destiny. He was doomed; Draco didn't recall all the details, but he knew that Lestrange and his wife would be sentenced to life sentences in Azkaban for something they'd done in service of the Dark Lord.
Draco simply said, "Your friend is a lot smarter than you are. It's best if you don't know..."
This statement would have caused a further tumult if Severus hadn't intervened. "I'm taking him to Dumbledore, now. This has to be fixed before something really bad happens!" And with that, Severus pulled Draco out by the forearm before any of the others could protest. Oddly enough, this wasn't the first time that Severus Snape had pulled Draco by the arm to lead him somewhere in this school. But that had been in another time, when Snape had been older, not Draco's age!
"Are you sure that old Dumbledore's not going to mind getting disturbed at this hour?" Draco asked Severus.
"Don't worry. Knowing him, he probably already knows we're on our way up. I notice that you have a prefect's badge on. Were you made a prefect too?" Severus asked.
"Yeah. I thought that once I became a prefect I would at least stop making wrong turns in here. You know, it's weird; I didn't even see the door I came out of just before." Draco grew quiet as they made their way upstairs to the main floor.
"Peanut Brittle," Severus muttered, and the stone gargoyle statue that guarded the door moved aside smoothly. Draco inhaled sharply as he and Severus began ascending the moving staircase.
"I bet he's asleep," Draco groaned.
At the top of the stairs, the familiar presence of Professor Dumbledore stood in a bed robe and slippers. "Bet again, Mr. Malfoy."
"How did you know who I am?" Draco breathed with amazement.
"I've been expecting you to come up here ever since your arrival, Mr. Malfoy. Severus, I hope there wasn't much trouble?"
"Well, Lestrange and Avery got a bit antsy, especially once we'd worked out what had happened..."
"And precisely what," Dumbledore asked as he led Draco and Severus into his office, "did happen, Mr. Malfoy, if you please?"
And then Draco began to desribe what had happened. Dumbledore didn't seem fazed, though Severus had appeared quite shaken by the time Draco had explained about the locked door.
"You forced the door open with a spell? And when you opened the door, it automatically locked again when you left? Is this door still in that corridor?" Dumbledore asked Draco.
"No. I checked for it, so I could show someone this and make sure nobody thought I was making it up."
Dumbledore shook his head; his half-moon spectacles glinted in the light of his office. "I don't think you're making it up, Mr. Malfoy. But, I'm afraid there may not be much that can be done. If the door has disappeared, then you will not be able to get through it again unless it chooses to reappear. Until then, you will be stuck in these years."
Severus asked, "Professor Dumbledore, what made this happen? Do these things randomly happen? Isn't it dangerous?"
"In truth, I've never heard of anything like this happening before now. I like to think that it happened for a reason. Perhaps you are meant to do something in this time, Mr. Malfoy, and that was why you were taken back to this time and place."
"Do you really think so, Professor Dumbledore? But what could it be?" Draco gasped.
"Only time will tell the answer to that, Mr. Malfoy. Now, I suggest that you get a good night's sleep, gentlemen, and be prepared for your classes in the morning."
"All of my homework! All of my stuff! It's all back in the Slytherin Common room of the future! How am I even supposed to attend here without my father, who hasn't even married my mother yet, let alone had me, paying my way?" Draco asked in rising panic.
Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled with mild amusement at Draco's worries. "Why, Mr. Malfoy, you are definitely on the school roster; that was how I knew you were arriving here. It appears as though everything is taken care of for the time being."
Draco nodded, because he couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment. "Severus," Dumbledore added just as they were making ready to depart, "take Mr. Malfoy with you tomorrow, since he and you have the same classes for most of the week." Severus nodded in agreement, and then he and Draco took their leave.