herumtreiber

Title: Reality twists 7/39
Chapter: Second twist
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Post DH, romance, adventure, time travel
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Character death?
Epilogue compliant? No
Chapter length: ~2,008 words
Summary: Harry/Draco/Daphne. Draco in Azkaban, plus time-travel. Explores the idea of powerful magic pitted against a nuclear bomb and the implications for the world. Noncon - evil Hermione and Ron – Atlantis may appear later on, and another meaning of the Prophecy. How a Time Turner can win a game. Very ecological use of the Fidelius charm; Dementors abound, but...

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Flash forward

Time continued to fly, and soon there would be two weeks until the beginning of the school term. Draco had arranged for Hogwarts to be taken off the Fidelius charm, without the Ministry seizing it.

Eventually the time came when the Ministry ran out of funds and had to curtail 90 of its operation, while the newspapers, most notably the Prophet, hounded them about their supreme greed and nearsightedness.

Draco wanted to have some relaxation, so he persuaded Narcissa to go to a bullfight in Spain . At first she was afraid they would be captured, but Draco reassured her on that point. He'd also invite Lucius, who was the one who introduced him to bullfights.

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The bullfight was intense, dramatic, completely unfair and yet it satisfied a part of Draco's hunger for the unknown.

The bull was gored by other people, the rejoneadores, until the matador showed up. At that moment the bull was completely weakened by all of this, he put up a good fight but the results could be foreseen.

Draco looked at the intensely blond heads of his parents, how the fierce Spanish sun illuminated their countenances. They looked quite different wearing light summer Muggle clothes. He conjured a magical camera and it took a photo. He knew it would become his favorite, next to the one of him, Daphne and Scorpius.

He knew what he had to do to allow moments like this to create themselves forever.

Draco convinced Narcissa to stay in Spain for a week. They went to the beach, built castles in the sand and had a lot of fun. At the end of the week Narcissa and Lucius returned to Britain separately from Draco. They had to go to a meeting of the Board of Governors, where Lucius's maneuverings had granted them the majority.

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The next day, Draco was grumpily getting out of bed when Narcissa called him, "You should get here, Draco and read this! It'll make your day!"

Draco hurried and walked elegantly – or ran – to the dining room. He grabbed his breakfast and turned to look at his mother, who looked as if she were a blond peacock Animagus who somewhat forgot to change.

His mother thrust the paper at him and beamed at him, "Read what you have wrought, Dragon! Hopefully it's the beginning of something good."

Draco read:

Shacklebolt and rest of Ministry resign

Faced with increasing public pressure, as expressed in the number of Howlers and curses sent their way, and faced with the closure of all essential services, rendering the Government inactive, Kingsley Shacklebolt and cohorts were forced to resign.

There are rumors that this occurred under wandpoint, but these rumors are baseless, for then the resignation would not take effect. Whatever happened, it's clear that only the immense pressure brought to bear on Shacklebolt could cause him to bend.

The Government was headless for a few hours. All department heads resigned. Lower-echelon people will have their chance to prove their mettle as they grasp the reigns of Government.

The Wizengamot dissolved itself. It was reconstituted hours later with the runners-up of the elections, or the heirs of magical families, as dictated by tradition.

It remains to be seen how Draco Malfoy and allies react to this development. It is hoped that they will act favorably, since their demands were met, although at the cost of waiting an inordinate amount of time at the behest of a stubborn Shacklebolt.

On related Malfoy news, Hogwarts has reappeared. Everything is ready to receive many students to their last year and continue the glorious task of educating them. The new Ministry, asked point-blank if they would attempt to seize Hogwarts as a Malfoy property they can own, denied energetically any such plans.

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Draco was nervous. Today he'd come to Hogwarts, and eventually he'd fight his demons, and let's not forget about the part of saving the world.

He had many memories of Hogwarts now, they were mostly cold, forbidding and hurtful. He would punish those who sought to do him harm.
He descended from the Thestral carriage and gave his arm to Pansy, while making small talk with Goyle and Nott, the Nott that was Potter's spy, the Nott who would soon realize it did not pay to betray Malfoy.

He looked to the side and found Longbottom walking nearby. He called out to him, and Neville answered with a curt, "Malfoy."

Draco was intrigued. He and Neville had a deep friendship, and he didn't think it would be easy to break that, given who Neville was. He decided to use his Legilimency. When next Neville looked at him, Draco murmured "Legilimens!" and dived in his mind.

What he found was surprising. He found that many capabilities of Neville's were bound, like his magic had been. There was a tenacious fog that continually tried to impede Neville's progress. In the tapestry of his mind, there was a highly discordant thread that kept ruining the beauty of the whole in order to cage it, tame it, into something it wasn't.

Draco was enraged and incensed. Unlike Gryffindor heirs, he didn't have the crutch of the Protection Charm to project fearsome conditions and declare to all and sundry his anger. Instead he decided to fix the problem.

Taking out the thread would take too much time. He decided to ease its strictures, change its color and cut any connection it might have with the outside world.

Next he tackled the bindings. If they came from the same source, as he fervently believed, they would be amenable to the same spell. He murmured "Catenas nula!" directing the spell to Neville. He could see the reaction in his mind, how the fog visibly thinned and eventually disappeared.

Draco walked to the Great Hall deep in thought. Dumbledore had cast the binding spell on Neville, to limit his magical prowess. It would seem he wanted no one to overshadow his Gryffindor heir.

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In the Great Hall, they took their accustomed places in the Slytherin table. However, Horatius Flint, Ted Entwhistle and John Aversage started heckling Draco. Flint said, "Come back to betray us, Malfoy? You have nothing to offer us, your stunt at the Ministry was a one-time thing! You'll betray us as you betrayed the Dark Lord, you are nothing but…"

Draco had grown tired of the rant. He used his wand to cast an Imperturbable Spell around the table, so nothing that happened inside that charmed circle would be noticed or heard. Having done that, he cast Crucio on the three hecklers. The other Slytherins were watching in awe, because very few people are able to cast two Crucios, three simultaneously was considered impossible.

After seven minutes of the curse, Draco said, "No one hears us because I wished it so. Do any of you think that the rest of them would give a damn if they could hear your cries of pain? They would not! They don't care about us because we are Slytherins. I don't care what they say, but I won't stand by while any of you flings mud at me. If you have the guts to challenge me, then you have the courage to find out what it will cost you."

"You three, enjoy this night, because tomorrow you'll be leaving Hogwarts."

Flint answered in outrage, "But you can't expel us!"

Draco replied, "But I will write to your families. Of course they know what is good, essential for their financial well-being and will recognize that you do not belong here. They'll come pick you up tomorrow."

At that moment Draco felt a sudden change in his magic, as if one side of him were under some kind of pressure. Guessing what would happen next, he hurriedly took off the Imperturbable Spell, just behind a flustered Harry Potter.

Potter looked enraged enough to spit nails. He neared Draco and said, "I don't know how you did it Malfoy, but I will oppose you. You are not the best choice, are you?"

It looked like Potter would stay for a while, but then Neville materialized next to him and managed to lure him back to the Lion's table promising to listen to his exciting tales of horcrux-hunting.

Draco smiled secretively to Neville's back as they were going out. It was still too early for his plan.

Before the meal, the Headmistress announced the usual school business. Then she got to tell the names of the Head Girl, who unsurprisingly was Hermione, and Head Boy. Here it looked as if she had to visibly gather strength – or patience – as she announced that Draco Malfoy would be Head Boy.

The Slytherins were grinning, the Ravenclaws were cautiously approving. The Hufflepuffs reserved their judgment, and the Gryffindors fumed, thinking they'd been defrauded. Either Harry should have it, or Ron, or anyone but Malfoy.

Harry looked angry, but Ron looked dreamy. He'd noticeably lost hair, so he didn't have the mane he had before. One thing alarmed Harry: Ron had let up in his Malfoy rants, which were a feature of their life together. Now when Harry mentioned Malfoy, Ron would blush and stutter, which was a completely wrong demeanor when listening about Malfoy, in Harry's opinion.

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In the first days of school, Draco made it a point to meet Weasley right outside the Gryffindor Tower. It gave him the chance to observe when there were few people, the opportunity to deal a good blow against the blasted Trio. Unfortunately his Head position forced him to room with the Muggleborn, and Merlin knows how that would turn out, given what would happen soon.

Hermione joined Harry and his friends as they trooped back to Gryffindor Tower. They were going to pick up Ron. He'd turned a conscientious eye toward his school work and tried to work on his essays, as he told them, but he'd forgotten to eat! Seriously unlike Ron.

They murmured the password: Malfoy sucks! Privately Hermione thought it was a little childish. She much preferred finding spells that would work on him and give away all his secrets.

There were gasps all around. What the brave Gryffindors had never imagined was staring at all of them.

Ron was on the couch, naked, resting on his knees and hands. Malfoy was behind him, fucking him. At first they tried to console themselves with the thought that Malfoy was raping Ron, until they noticed Ron's feverish frenzy, how he was actively impaling himself on Malfoy's cock, how he sought to increase the friction. He was also moaning and shouting, "Harder, faster! Deeper!"

Things started to fly around the room, as Harry's anger took hold. He felt so betrayed by Ron and Draco! They had no right to fuck like bunnies! He wanted to hurt them so bad! But he knew that he could never hurt Ron intentionally.

So he shoved Ron away, using his powers, and cast again Sectumsempra on Draco.

Almost immediately, a Slytherin Prefect appeared on the entrance to the room, made a quick estimate of the situation and intoned, "Convenitas protego! I seek the protection of Hogwarts for a student amidst many enemies!"

Hermione asked, "What did you do?"

The Prefect, Daphne Greengrass, replied, "Hogwarts will protect him until the teachers or Headmistress arrives here."

Hermione said, "But Malfoy's hurt with the curse. We need to get to him now!"

Daphne said wryly, "If you are as concerned as you purport yourself to be, you'll get McGonagall."

Harry couldn't tear his eyes from the vision of a bloodied Draco Malfoy. While it was something he gloried in, he wanted the feeling to last through years. He didn't want Draco dead, he just wanted him broken. He tried to succor him, go to him but the spell prevented him. There was no way to reach Draco, nor did his magic work in that space. It was maddening to see Draco wilting away and being unable to help.

Harry said, "Hermione, go get McGonagall now!"

Hermione went to the door and nodded.

It took McGonagall twenty minutes to arrive there.

Draco was already dead.

Draco's revenge