The floor shook and a man crashed through the double oak doors, turban askew. “Troll, troll in the dungeons!” He fell, face down screaming. All at once, The Great Hall was abuzz with panic, teachers shepherding pupils out the door. Draco watched for some sign that he was doing everything alright, when he spotted Tom from one of the corners. How nobody could see him there lurking in the shadows was anyone’s guess but now wasn’t the time to ask.

Recently, Tom had informed him that they were nearing the end, and Draco couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Now? Things were just starting to get exciting. He wondered what he was like in real time currently, certainly not a coward anymore. He wanted to see.
 
 
 

“Harry,” a much missed voice whispered from the silence. The man stepped into view, his robes bright orange. It was Dumbledore, but he looked younger somehow. “It has been a long time. I was supposed to have met you like this earlier but as it is, certain unpredicted situations unfolded, and now here we both are.”
 

Dumbledore gave a sombre smile, patting Harry on the back, “Oh, this was the easy part.... it’s all a walk up the hill from here, and I doubt the path will be smooth.... but don’t forget, now, you will have Mr. Weasley as well. There will be no explanations needed. Only yourself and Miss Granger will experience flashbacks from the other life, and only you two can talk about it. Does that make sense?”