herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 3
Chapter: three
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: 4315 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

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Chapter two

December third, 1998

Startled, Harry turned his head. He had personally cast the wards around his flat, and he doubted anyone, even Voldemort himself, would be able to breach them. He saw in front of him an old man, his hair completely white. His face was wrinkled, and he wore dark glasses.

The old man said "I see that you're ready to take the easy way out, but have you got the guts to right your wrong?"

"What do you mean?" asked Harry warily.

"I know you muse about chess, how would you like to start a new game with a clean slate and rectify your mistakes? You could reach happiness, the kind of happiness that you crave."

"You mean with Draco? I hardly think that would work. He loves Boot now."

"Yes, as you so naively put it, he loves Boot now, but he loved you before," continued the old man.

"What do you mean, before?" asked Harry skeptically.

"I see you are still the clueless, naive Gryffindor, still living in the Muggle world."

'That old geezer is just as sarcastic as a Malfoy,' thought Harry, 'I wonder if he is one of Draco's relatives.'

"I would think that the old fool Dumbledork would have told you about the convenient little gadgets, the Time-Turners," continued the old man.

"You mean, use a Time-Turner? They are controlled strictly by the Ministry, and I hardly think they will let me use one to mend my love life."

"They won't, but I will. You could use this one, which I have," replied the old man, presenting a Time Turner in one hand.

"However, there are important facts that you must know. I see that you were willing to die for your love, but are you willing to kill for it?"

Harry braced himself to control the shaking that suddenly threatened to overwhelm his body. He asked with a small voice, "Kill? What d'ya mean?"

"You must know that Reality, the Universe, cannot hold two of you for a long period of time. What this means is that if you go to the past, you must convince your younger self to radically change his behaviour and then come back here, or, failing that, you must take his place and dispose of him," replied the old man a bit impatiently.

"I'll not kill him, I'm no murderer," affirmed Harry.

The old man replied testily, "I am afraid there is no other way, I know intimately how stubborn you were, how fixed in your self-righteousness. It would be very difficult to convince yourself to change, and if you remained that way, then Draco would leave you, and you will come back from the past to your empty existence.

"Then it would be only a matter of time before you tried to kill yourself. There is no room for two Harry Potters in the past, you either convince the other Harry and come back or remove him and fix the error yourself; if you leave things as they stand then you will surely die."

Harry shuddered at the old man's callous words, and a suspicion entered his mind.

"Do I have to sell you my soul? Are you the Devil?"

The geezer guffawed loudly, and smirked what would surely be a Malfoy-grade smirk. "You're quite the melodramatic queen, aren't you?

"No, I am not that. I am something worse, which you will know - in time."

As the man spoke and moved his hands gracefully, Harry noted a striking silver ring in the index finger of the left hand, shaped curiously like a snake eating its own tail. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione talking about such a symbol in ancient Greece, but he couldn't remember what it meant exactly. Maybe it was some sort of Slytherin symbol, or a pureblood status thing.

The geezer continued: "But for now, think about the possibility of having Draco back, of keeping him with you, and finally showing him that you are worthy of his love, think of him sheathing you, then showing you what it feels like to be truly loved as he takes you."

Harry thought about Draco, his blond silky hair, his stormy eyes, his lean figure, and he felt his resolve grow.

"I'll do it. Just tell me what to do," Harry said in a firm voice.

"You will use the Time Turner to go back a year, to the day where Draco asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him. You will then talk to your younger self and convince him to change his ways. If he refuses to do that and does not believe you, you will kill him, transfigure his body and take his place, and then you will act in such a way as to secure Draco's love.

"You must be aware that, even with his love, there will be enormous pressure on you to behave as their Saviour. It is up to you two how to handle that, but know that you will not be alone, for you will have Draco with you," said the old man a bit wistfully.

"And one hint, he will love it when you call him Dragon."

"Alright, show me what to do," said Harry resolutely.

March 15th, 1997 – new timeline

Harry materialized just outside the Room of Requirement, because he knew it would be free for the day, that was the place where he was going to meet Draco later today. He cast a glamour charm on himself to hide his thin and pale countenance.

He quickly took out the Marauder's Map and tapping it with his wand said, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.'

Immediately the plan of Hogwarts sprung before his eyes. He looked for the dot labelled Harry Potter, and to his amused surprise found it in the Dungeons, marked Harry Potter(1). He wondered if he would show up as Harry Potter(2).

After opening the door of the Room he tapped the Map with his wand and murmured 'Mischief Managed,' glancing around and making sure there was no one there, thus missing when a dot flickered into existence on the Map, labelled Ron Weasley(2).

He quickly made his way to the Dungeons, and grabbing the younger Harry by his arm, dragged him to an empty classroom after Stupefying him. He cast strong Silencing and Locking charms, and got the younger Harry's wand away from him.

When he revived him, young Harry looked gobsmacked at him and said, "It can't be true! Who sent you? Did Voldemort send you here? Lemme go now!"

Harry looked sardonically at his younger self and wondered how Draco could stand such an uppity brat as that. He deserved tons better and he would make sure he got it.

"I'm you, a year in the future. I was going to make a great mistake, and I was kept from doing it. I 'm here to help you reach happiness. You must try and treat Draco better. Show him kindness, show him that you are worthy of his love, that you love him, that you care deeply for him. Let him fuck you."

Young Harry snorted, "Are you kidding? I reckon he's my perfect bitch. He does as I want and will keep on doing it. I have nothing to change, and especially not because a bloke who looks like me says so. You could be a Death Eater on Polyjuice."

"Ask me anything, something that only ya could know," growled Harry(2).

"What's my greatest fear?" asked Harry(1).

"That you'll die alone and unloved," answered Harry(2) with a tremor in his voice.

"I don't believe you! You could be a Legilimens and read that in my mind! I'm gonna get the Headmaster and the Aurors will get you, and you'll go to Azkaban!" bellowed younger Harry.

His magic started to get out of control, and the windows shattered.

Older Harry panicked. He knew he had only a few moments before the classroom was utterly destroyed and the Headmaster would certainly recognize such a disturbance and come looking for its cause. It pained him to do so, but he knew he had to do it. He could not bear the thought of going back to a life bereft of love, devoid of Draco. Right now there was Malfoy, willing to love him still, and he would not let that dream perish as he had previously done.

He clearly said, 'Avada Kedavra' and the ominous green light shot out of his wand and enveloped Harry(1), who fell to the floor with a surprised grimace, and stopped moving.

Collecting his wits, Harry Potter(2) transfigured Potter(1) into a chair, muttered a quick Reparo for the window, and hurriedly left the classroom.

The sole Harry felt devastated for having so casually cast the Killing Curse. He reminded himself that it was for the best, that he now had a chance to correct his mistakes, to save his love, to make Draco happy and keep him by his side, to love him again, as he had wanted for the past months.

He prepared the Room of Requirement for his rendezvous, and drank tea to calm his nerves.

When the time came and Draco arrived, Harry had to fight to keep his cool and maintain a nonchalant manner when all he wanted to do was kiss Draco passionately, hold him and never let him go. Making an effort, he visualized McGonagall in a tutu doing the Macarena and calmed himself, greeting Draco casually.

They made love, and it felt for Harry as if he was coming home, as if he was in the middle of the worst desert, parched and dry, and had just taken a drink from the fountain of life.

Afterwards, Draco asked, "What have you planned for tomorrow, Harry, do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me?"

Harry felt he was at the real crossroads, that one way lay perdition, and the other redemption. One answer would destroy his happiness, the other would lead him to the true road, however dangerous.

Without missing a beat, Harry answered, "Of course I'll go to the Three Broomsticks with you, Dragon, but you will have to tell me what to wear."

Draco looked dumbstruck, if happy, and Harry realized how stressed Draco was, how constrained he felt in the relationship, how little of himself he gave to his lover for him to find happiness in such a small gesture. Harry determined to make it up to Draco, to show him that he was an equal partner and that Harry cared for him deeply.

He kissed Draco, and his kiss expressed the longing, the want he had felt for more than a year. Harry looked at Draco with watery eyes and said, "I missed that - Merlin how I missed that."

Draco replied mystified, "But Harry, we just kissed in the morning."

"Even a moment without you feels like eternity to me, Dragon."

Draco looked happy and made to stand up. Harry grabbed him and said in a husky, low voice, "Make me yours, Draco, I want to feel you in me."

"What, do I hear you right? You want me to make love to you?"

"Yes, Dragon, please."

"Are you sure? Why now, after all the times I asked you?"

"Cause I wanna show you how much you mean to me."

Draco looked torn, "I don't know, Potter. Why now, after months when I practically begged you? I think it might be one of your mind games, and I am really not in the mood for those. Please get out."

Harry's heart quickened. Was time going to repeat itself? Was Draco going to break up with him still? Had he gone back in time and killed himself for nothing? With the insight so painfully gained, he knew he had to respect Draco, give him space and opportunity to make his own decisions, and especially show him that he cared for him and respected him as his partner.

"I will go, my Dragon. But I want you to be aware that I really want to know what it feels like to be yours. I'm sure it will be wonderful, and I have been a complete fool for trying to deny us this pleasure. Whenever you feel like it, I'll be ready. I will be ready for you now, tomorrow, and tomorrow's tomorrow, forever."

Harry walked to the door and looked back at Draco, holding back his tears, "I now realize what an empty life I led before I was with you, and I'm certain that without you my life will be empty. Believe me when I say that I'd do anything - anything - to keep us together.

"It'll be my pleasure to go to Hogsmeade with you, just as I'd go with you to the Moon and back. I'll meet you in the Great Hall at 10:00 o'clock. See ya."

Even now, even here, he could not bring himself to say good-bye to Draco. He would rather die than do so.

He choked a sob, and turned to look at the Slytherin. At the door, he looked back and saw Draco, his hair shining in the moonlight, his eyes aglow with the erstwhile heat of his passion.

He looked carefully, treasuring the look, and fervently hoped that it would not be the last time he would see Draco so.

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