Summary: Fighting for the betterment of humanity, Scorpius Malfoy travels twenty years into the past with the aim of safeguarding the future. As he arrives in 2004, he gets to meet a younger version of his parents and has to work towards vanquishing Voldemort in a world that is completely different from his. Re-write of Teenager From The Future, with numerous new changes. Dramione AU.
Scorpius' head pounded from within as he sat still, stifling a groan. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he breathed unevenly and tried to comfort himself, despite his current position. His left leg ached, seeing as it had bled profusely and not been treated either. Engulfed in a room of darkness, he was unable to look at his surroundings but despite that, he knew where he was.
He didn't need to see the room to confirm the fact that he was a prisoner in his own house. He re-called blacking out after the raid and when he woke up, he was locked in the dark and cold cellar.
He massaged his forehead in an attempt to soothe the pain, however, the results were to no avail. Racking through his not-so pleasant thoughts, he shut his eyes tightly and hoped that his family was alright.
He was beyond the point of being concerned for himself. He was trapped and there was no way out as his wand had been forcibly snatched from him by his father's insane aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Now, now, little Scorpy", her voice continuously rang in his ears. "Hasn't Daddy taught you how to duel? Or... was your Mud-blood mummy too scared to let her precious baby engage in battle?"
He repressed the urge to kick himself, feeling angry for suffering defeat at the hands of one of the darkest witches known. He'd failed to protect his family in the absence of his father. Dad was gone for three bloody days, he bitterly thought to himself, and I couldn't even keep Mum and Ariana safe.
His mind went back to that night when he'd been lying awake in bed and heard a shriek from the upper landing where his mother and sister slept. Jumping up in alarm, he rushed to the master-bedroom. "Ari?" he'd said his six year old sibling's name, banging the door. "Is everything alright?"
No response came and next thing he knew, he was face to face with the Dark Lord's right hand woman.
How long had it been since the Manor had been attacked?
Days, weeks or months? Scorpius really didn't know.
What he did know was that he was stuck, unaware whether it was day or night, a Tuesday or a Wednesday. Time literally seemed to have paused and wasn't taking a step forward no matter how much he wanted it to.
An image of his mother popped up before his eyes and he hoped that she was alright; desperately wished to know if she and Ariana had been rescued from the filth that had penetrated the safety of their home.
His stomach grumbled in hunger and he leaned back against the wall. "Why haven't you just killed me?" he shouted to his enemy, temporarily forgetting that he couldn't be heard. "Try me, will you? I'm not made of glass nor am I a coward. I'll face you."
He wondered what had the Order detained from extracting him from his current hell-hole- why hadn't anyone tried to save him?
'Maybe they think you're dead', taunted a voice that sounded much like his own.
'No, they'll come for you!' countered another. 'They have to.'
'If they wanted to, they would've been here already."
Merlin, I'm losing it, he thought, his body shivering slightly. The silence has finally gotten to me.
"Scorpius", hissed someone, wildly shaking the sleeping young man's shoulders. "Wake up."
Opening his eyes, Scorpius didn't wait to see who it was and simply lunged at the person. "Finally here to do me in, aren't you, you sick bastard", he snarled, aiming a punch at the cloaked figure.
"It's me", came a male voice.
Scorpius' fist stopped mid-way. "Dad?" he asked in relief. "Is that you?"
The room suddenly lit up with an incantation of Lumos. "Yes", replied Draco, handing a wand and cloak over to his son. "Here, take this. This isn't the time for questions, son", he paused in between to get a better look at the teenager. "We need to leave now."
Scorpius instantly followed Draco out of the room, both of them running towards the kitchen-door that led to the grounds in Malfoy Manor. "We don't have much time", said his father once they were near what used to be the patio, which now lay in ruins. "They're of the belief that I'm unaware of the fact that you've been imprisoned here."
"They know you're here?"
Draco nodded, torn between telling the truth or lying to Scorpius. "That's besides the point..."
"What have you done?" demanded Scorpius, stressing on each word.
Draco remained silent.
"What the fuck have you done?"
More silence ensued as Draco didn't answer or reprimand the boy's use of profanity. Then... "I've declared my loyalty to the Dark Lord."
"No, you can't be serious! Tell me you're spying for the Order, aren't you?" exclaimed Scorpius in horror. "On his deathbed, Harry made you promise to take care of things, you're married to a Muggle-born, you're an auror, you're one of the main people behind the rebellion... Dad, why would you do this?"
"Son...I had to", replied Draco painfully. "To protect your mother and sister." To save you, he added mentally. "Take this", he continued, thrusting a time-turner and two vials into Scorpius' hands.
"Wha-" The sight of a jet of blinding green light stopped Scorpius in mid-sentence and Draco's eyes widened.
"You need to go and once you get there you'll know what to do", he instructed, looking over his shoulder and saw a few figures at a distance from them. "Just twist the turner four times, Scorpius. Four times, you hear me? You're the only one that I trust to do this so don't disappoint me. There's a lot at stake here-"
"Malfoy's here, Bella",shouted a male, "and there's someone with him."
"What am I supposed to do?" the younger Malfoy's heart thudded as he stared at his father.
"You're going twenty years back into the past- to defeat Voldemort- and change this future. One of those vials contains memories that are only for Harry and the other will explain everything to you."
"Are you barking?"
"Go already", said Draco uneasily. "I trust you, son."
Both men looked at each other for a fleeting ten seconds and Scorpius suddenly understood. Just as he was about to say anything, Bellatrix came into view with an astonished look on her face. "Well, what do we have here?" she said accusingly, pointing her wand in her nephew's direction.
'Go', mouthed Draco, aiming a disarming charm towards his aunt, buying time for his son to make his escape.
Realization dawned on Scorpius as he understood his father's reason for devoting himself to the other sid. It was all a game to get me out, he thought as his eyes watered and he became aware that he wouldn't be able to fight alongside his father's side.
As much as it was killing him, he had to leave or Draco's efforts would go down the drain. He knew his father had a plan in mind; the man simply wouldn't join Voldemort for the sake of it.
Draco was a fighter, through and through and Scorpius knew that. Thus, he twisted the time-turner four times.
A/n: The plot is essentially the same as TFTF but there are various major as well as minor changes being made as well. If you're wondering why I've decided to re-write this story, I just want to make it more interesting for you, as well as for me.
Reviews would be appreciated.