Unusual ending 11/??

[herumtreiber]

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 11
Chapter: eleven
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: 2667 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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The Chairman - part 2

After leaving Draco, Harry made his way to Gryffindor Tower, muttering about unruly house-elves. He mumbled the password to the Fat Lady - who had gotten a horned helmet from another portrait and was trying to sing like a Valkyrie - and entered the common room. He went to his dormitory and lay down on his bed, fisting the duvet. He was too worked up to undress just yet.

Unbeknownst to Harry - the noise was masked by Neville's snores - Dobby popped in just at that moment. His green ears drooping, Dobby stood in the dark and fingered his frayed Gryffindor pillowcase whilst he contemplated how to approach his beloved master Harry.

Harry punched his pillow as if it was Voldemort's slimy face and lay his head upon it – his tousled hair strewn every which way - crossing his arms behind his head. He was startled when someone yanked the curtains. The visitor was lighted by the ball of light emanating from his wand. When Harry realised who it was, he glared at his former friend Ron.

"Harry, how are you, mate?" Ron gingerly sat down on Harry's bed, scooting away a bit when he saw Harry's ferocious glare directed at him.

"What do you want, Ron? Come to taunt me some more?"

"I'm sorry, mate!" Ron touched Harry's shoulders and Harry moved backwards on his bed, breaking the unwelcome contact. "I'm very sorry." Ron scrunched up his face and Harry wondered for a moment if he was going to break in tears, the traitor.

Harry opened his mouth to let Ron know what he thought of him, but Ron raised his left hand. "I got carried away, mate. Like in Fourth Year when I thought you entered your name in the Goblet."

Ron gazed earnestly at Harry, his face shining with the reflected light from the Lumos spell. "Fred and George are right, you know?"

Harry could hear Neville mumbling something about a Devil's Snare in his sleep. Apparently his friend was having a nightmare. He looked towards Neville's bed, but it was too dark to see anything.

"It's not of my business who you're with, even if it is Malfoy," said Ron slowly. In the darkness beside Seamus' bed, Dobby pricked up his ears when he heard the name of his evil former master Malfoy come up.

Harry gazed incredulously at Ron, and he was too caught up in this news to notice the gasp coming from Seamus' bed.

"I guess he really turned up a new leaf. In any case, I have to trust you know what you're doing." Ron's hand was tired from holding his wand, and he put it on the duvet.

The light cast stark shadows on Ron. Harry studied intently his face, looking for any signs of deceit – and found none. Their long years together had taught him how to read the redhead, and Harry reluctantly concluded that Ron was being honest.

"I guess Malfoy loves you" - Ron grimaced disgustedly for a second and then essayed a weak smile - "I've seen how he looks at you, mate. It's just... perhaps I have to consider things."

Dobby crossed his thin arms and frowned. If Harry Potter's Wheezy was for the Malfoy boy – and Dobby knew Wheezy detested Malfoy with a passion – then perhaps the Slytherin boy was really good after all. Dobby scratched his head, noticing that his woollen hats had disappeared.

Harry eyed Ron distrustfully. How could he forget the things Ron had said to him in the future, and especially how he and Hermione had abandoned him? But on the other hand, he missed Ron. He missed the times when they got in trouble together; their easy camaraderie when they played their chess games – and that brought to his mind the moment when Ron sacrificed himself in that giant chess game so Harry could get to the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry was distracted by Neville's muffled screams. "Gerroff me!" mumbled Neville as he wrestled with the blankets.

Deciding to give Ron the benefit of the doubt, for the moment anyway, Harry said, "I'll think it over, Ron."

Harry did miss Ron, but he needed time to process this new development. Dobby interrupting him and Draco hadn't improved his temper. He noticed a strange rustling sound coming from Seamus' direction. Probably the wanker is dreaming about Dean, thought Harry irritatedly.

"Just" - Harry looked sharply at the redhead - "give me time."

Neville sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he said, "Had the weirdest dream."

Harry turned towards Neville's bed, "What was it all about?"

"Dreamt that I was trapped in a Devil's Snare that turned out to be Snape." Harry could hear the sound of Neville sitting up and rummaging in his trunk. "He was wearing my grandma's hat and he kept me trapped. It was awful."

Harry and Ron groaned in sympathy.

Ron briefly touched Harry's shoulder and then stood up. "I'll have to get used to Malfoy and you together, and you being" - Ron extinguished his light and the next words had a fateful sound, coming out of the dark - "you know, gay. But I'll do it for you, mate."

Ron ruffled his hair and fought back tears as he thought about the information he had seen in the Pensieve. He didn't want Harry to die just because he was left alone by his friends.

In the darkness, Dobby rubbed his hands nervously, reflecting that perhaps the Malfoy boy didn't want to hurt poor Harry Potter – Wheezy said so. Sighing, he disappeared with a popping sound.

This time, Harry distinctly heard the sound he associated with Dobby's antics. He looked in Ron's direction, "Did you hear that, Ron?"

"Hear what, mate?" replied the redhead and then yawned.

"A popping sound."

From his bed, Seamus replied, "Heard that, Harry. It sounded like a house-elf." Harry could hear the rustling sound of blankets thrown aside and then Seamus' uncharacteristically sounding timid, "By the way, Harry – I heard all that, and I'm sorry too."

Seamus' voice dropped, and he ended whispering, "Just wanted you to know."

Harry nodded distractedly - because he was thinking that the popping sound probably came from Dobby. Perhaps the elf was trying to hurt his Dragon again.

Harry stood up; he cast Lumos and bent down to open his trunk. He rummaged inside, looking for the Marauder's Map and his Invisibility Cloak. He got frustrated when he didn't find them.

Ron went to his trunk and picked something up; returning to Harry's side, he said, "Looking for this, mate?"

Ron put the Cloak and the Map on the bed. Harry picked the Marauder's Map, looking at Ron distrustfully. "What were you doing with this, following me?"

Ron held up his hands, "No, nothing like that, Harry. I'll tell you later, ok?"

Harry spread the Map on the bed and looked at his wand with the ball of light on it. Noticing his friend's dilemma, Ron took out his own wand and touched the Map, murmuring, 'I swear I'm up to no good.'

Harry's eyes opened wide when he noticed Dobby's small footprints appearing on the seventh floor, near the Room of Requirement. Apparently his suspicions about Dobby were right, and he wanted to do more mischief.

Harry stood up, "Have to go, see you later, Ron." He mumbled low under his breath, "Bloody Room of Requirement."

Harry walked to the door, forgetting in his haste the Invisibility Cloak.

"What's going on, Ron?" asked Neville, yawning.

"Nothing, Neville. I've got to go somewhere," replied Ron distractedly.

Worried for his friend, Ron picked up the Cloak and returned to his bed. He hurriedly dressed up.

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On the floor beside Hermione's bed were tomes dealing with the psychological consequences of rape, and several books about the nature of time. Her wand stood upright on the vase which was on her bed, casting a Lumos spell. The curtains were closed tightly, protecting the other occupants of the room from the light.

Hermione turned the page of the book she was reading, and she was startled when a small shape flew above her bed and zoomed into the space lit by her wand, repeatedly hitting her books and the vase. Following the erratic movement of the thing, Hermione realised that it was a small paper bird.

Perhaps it was Malfoy who sent this? That bloody ferret likes to taunt people with magical origami, thought Hermione suspiciously whilst she glared at the small shape.

The bird landed upon her hand. Peering at it, Hermione saw that it was a small owl haphazardly folded. The bird unfolded itself and Hermione noticed the writing. It was Ron's.

Mione, need your help. Harry's gone out. He looks worried. After what we saw... I'm worried, that's all. He mumbled something about the Room of Requirement. Won't you come down?

Hermione hastily put on her jeans, blouse and sweater and made her way down the stairs.

---

On the sixth floor, Pansy was tugging along a very tired Blaise. Her left hand held her wand, its light making her hair seem like liquid copper.

"Why do you insist on searching for Draco all of a sudden, Pansy?" Blaise eyed inquisitively the Slytherin girl.

Pansy elbowed Blaise viciously, "I received news from my father, along with something else. I'm worried about Draco. You said he wasn't in the dormitory!"

Blaise yawned like a hippogriff about to attack an uppity student, "So what? I've been known to be wrong." He shrugged tiredly, "He's probably with Harry, shagging like rabbits."

Pansy shook her head, "I don't think so. So we're going to look for Harry. I think he knows where Draco is. We went to Snape's quarters and no one answered. I think" - she peered fearfully at the shadows all around them - "he went somewhere else"

Blaise shrugged, "Severus is probably doing rounds. He's a teacher, you know."

Pansy stabbed her wand angrily towards the oblivious Blaise, its glow highlighting his handsome face from different angles. "McGonagall is the one doing that! We had to hide behind that statue just so she wouldn't catch us!"

The two feuding Slytherins were too caught up in their fight to notice the faint light reflecting off the painting with a sleeping dragon next to them until it was too late.

Pansy tugged Blaise's sweater. He swatted away her hand, "Pansy, stop!"

She stepped away, whispering urgently, "Blaise, we've got to find him!"

"Find who, Pansy?" The Slytherin girl jumped in the air and turned to face the tired visage of Professor Lupin. Remus' face was lighted by both his Lumos and Pansy's.

The sleeping dragon in the painting nearby the prowling Slytherins woke up with a roar, startling the students and the teacher. It snorted angrily and glared at the living beings, finally unfolding its majestic green wings and flying to the left, disappearing from its original frame.

Pansy smacked Blaise on the head, "Don't you remember the Hogwarts motto, Never tickle a sleeping dragon?"

Blaise glared at her, "Nobody tickled it, Pansy!" He threw his arms in the air, "Really, I need Draco back so he can deal with you!"

"Pansy, I'm waiting for your answer. Don't make me take points!" said Remus.

The DADA professor tapped his shoe on the marble floor, waiting for the quarrelling Slytherins to speak. In a way, they reminded him of Ron and Hermione.

Pansy frowned and opened her mouth to speak, when Blaise interrupted her, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

She followed his finger and noticed a shape looming out of the shadows. Pansy smirked, "Yes, what are you doing out of your precious Gryffindor Tower, Patil?"

Parvati Patil stepped from the shadows. She was wearing a magenta sari under her robes. Her black hair was tied in a bun and she was scowling at the shadows.

Remus frowned and said softly, "Parvati was returning from visiting her sister in Ravenclaw when she had a... altercation with someone." He muttered under his breath, "Interesting use of the spell I taught her."

A second shape walked next to the abandoned painting where the dragon used to dwell. The light reflected off the girl's lustrous black hair. She scowled at Parvati and nervously fingered the sweater she was wearing under her robes.

Parvati glared at the newcomer, saying, "I was just teaching this traitor a lesson – after all she betrayed the members of Dumbledore's Army."

Cho Chang glared at Patil, "How many times do I have to tell you? It wasn't me who betrayed us!"

Cho threw her arms in the air, "It was Marietta!"

Remus advanced on the sniggering Pansy, "Well, I'm still waiting for your explanation, Pansy."

---

In the hall of Slytherin Castle, Draco gazed at Voldemort's thin figure. His snakelike face was twisted in a grimace of triumph. His bald skull shined as he glided towards his favourite.

"Where did you get this scum, Bella?" rasped the Dark Lord.

Bellatrix knelt down in front of Voldemort and bent to kiss the hem of his robes.

"My Lord, we've brought honour to your mighty cause. We"- she motioned to her husband and Fenrir - "were just looking for some fun. We wanted to burn that awful place-"

Bellatrix stood up and turned to face the twins, sneering at them disdainfully. In the flickering light, her wild locks appeared to move in a sinister fashion - as if she were a Gorgon. When her gaze fell on Kreacher, twitching on the floor, she sniffed disgustedly.

"-that pigsty where they live - what they call the Burrow. But these two ickle freckled babies" – Bellatrix kicked the twin with the wounded ear and Draco grimaced in sympathy – "stopped us."

She leered at the twins, "But the foolish gingerheads fell to our might."

She turned to Voldemort and smiled brightly, "They're yours to do with as you please, my Lord – but I've some suggestions."

Bellatrix circled the twins – who were valiantly fighting not to utter one of their trademark smart barbs – looking like a vulture swooping down on a wounded animal in the desert.

"I look forward to some clean fun," Bellatrix said, and Draco couldn't suppress a shudder, knowing his crazy aunt and her sadistic streak.

"Like I had with the Longbottoms" - said Bellatrix, smirking at the werewolf - "or perhaps Fenrir would like to join in the fun."

Greyback growled and took two steps towards the twins, licking his lips hungrily, but Voldemort shook his head and the werewolf had to restrain himself for the moment.

Voldemort gazed malevolently at the twins, his greyish blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. He raised his thin hand, preparing to cast a dark spell.

"Perhaps they could be useful to you," said Severus as he advanced, sneering at the twins and Bellatrix. He bowed mockingly to her and ended up unobtrusively placing himself in front of the twins, obstructing Voldemort's path.

"As my Lord knows, Potter relies heavily on the Weasleys," continued Severus. His gaze shifted across the group of Death Eaters, who were avidly watching the confrontation – hoping that someone would be tortured tonight, the Weasleys, Snape or the Malfoys.

"I hope Greyback bites him!" whispered Amycus, while his sister giggled.

Bellatrix interrupted Snape, "Ooh, Severus is worried about the little gingerheads!" She shook her head in mock surprise, her curls tumbling wildly.

"I don't trust you. You've had Potter under your thumb for five and a half years and yet" - Bellatrix approached Severus and looked into his eyes, as if she could read his mind - "you let him live!"

Severus bowed to Voldemort, replying, "The honour of killing Potter must belong to our glorious Lord!"

Glaring at Bellatrix, Severus continued, "You are mistaken. I am the Dark Lord's to command, as I've always been."

"Nonetheless, I don't trust you," Bellatrix said, a scowl marring her ravaged features. Turning to Voldemort, she added, "With my Lord's permission, you will swear an Unbreakable Vow."

The Vow - part 2