Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but- "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."


Chapter 1

Failure Of Reality Within a Lost Soul

The gossips had spread throughout the school overnight, there was no explanation of how all the students inside the castle seemed to know that Dumbledore had beaten two Aurors, the High Inquisitor, the Minister of Magic and his Junior Assistant before escaping from Hogwarts. There were a lot of false rumors, including a plot of Dumbledore been a Death Eather and a traitor. Gossips created among the Slytherin students, and no matter where Harry went inside the castle, the only topic of conversation was Dumbledore's escape.

Not matter how inaccurate the information was, he had dozed off it. Since everyone knew, that Harry and Marietta were the only students who had witnessed the scene in Dumbledore's office and, as Marietta was now in the Hospital wing, Harry was besieged with requests to tell first-hand.

"Dumbledore isn't here to defend you now is he, Potter?" Said Goyle next to Draco Malfoy who had slid out from behind the door, closely followed by Crabbe. Draco stood by the door as his pale pointy chin formed a grim alight with malice, and watched the scene from afar. His jaw had already suffered at the hands of Potter, he wasn't looking for a new fight, not today at least. All Draco wanted was revenge for the beat down they gave him; Harry and the Wesley brothers. His jaw still hurts from that day.

"Not today," said Harry running up the stairs from the main hall. He clenched his fists as he ran, thinking of the past. About Cedric Diggory, the first to die in front of him, after his parents, Cedric was another soul that he couldn't save. Rage overcame him, he walked, ran and walked some more and without realizing it, Harry had gone through the hidden passages and shortly arrived at the astronomy tower. It was the tallest tower in Hogwarts and he stood by the parapet to have a perfect view of the starry sky.

He already had enough, so he tried to remember something else. His thought searched anything, something to make him relax. He began to remember the deep moments with Cho but then realized that she did not even talk to him anymore, because of what had happened. Now Dolores Umbridge, she was something else. Nothing worth came to mind, anyway. Harry took a deep breath and felt a wand at the back of his neck.

"Any last words, Potter?" Harry's eyes widened. He knew that voice very well, it belonged to Malfoy. Harry was sure that he had lost them. How they managed to find him was a mystery to him.

"A little bastard snake, like your father, aren't we?" Harry responded trying to kill time, and grab his wand.

"Do it, Draco!" Shouted Goyle. Harry instantly turned around and the two apes drew their wands at him.

Harry went for his wand, but it was instantly snap from his fingers by Expelliarmus, could have been Draco who used the spell, but he couldn't see who did it by the light flash.

"Nice try, Potter. Look, is your wand," Crabbe said when he threw his wand from the astronomy tower, laughing at him joined by Goyle.

"Do it now Draco, before the teachers come." Said Goyle.

"No," said Draco. He put his wand away and walked towards Harry who was at the edge of the parapet.

"If he moves, kill him," said Draco standing very close to Harry that he could almost felt his breath.

Harry closed his eyes and waited for a right or left hook, maybe the worse beat down of his life. But it never came. In a few seconds, Harry knew he was flying over Hogwarts. Harry shocked from the scene opening his eyes he watched as Crabbe and Goyle were smiling down on him next to Draco.

"How does it feel?" Draco said frowning down on him.

Harry barely spoke as he descended further and faster.

Draco smirked at Harry from the tower looking at Crabbe and Goyle, "It will be better if this looks like an accident-" Draco said.

Harry felt the strong winds against his face on his free fall from the astronomy tower, Draco's killer instinct had been the first of many mysteries surrounding Draco that he had discovered. But that didn't matter now, he was about to die. But if he doesn't die from the fall, he swore that he would kill him for this.

...

Harry woke up with a start. Panting as if it were his first breath of life. He shuddered upside down and was forced to try to breathe normally while crawling through the green grass. It was only when he could breathe normally that he began to faint between lapses of unknown time.

"Harry! Harry!" He heard a female voice calling up his name and pulling her arms all over him. Harry seemed to have smiled. Hermione found him, he thought.

He could barely see but was quite awake to know that there was grass instead of snow around him. Something was wrong. Was he dead? There was a commotion all around him, as he sat on the sparkly grounds. He had no idea how he had survived the fall, but what happened did come to his mind.

"Malfoy, get away from Potter, everyone else, get back to classes, or else you'll win a year of detention with me." The shrill voice of the professor was unequaled. Harry knew he would make sure everyone obeyed, but the first thing he said suddenly came to mind and his smile turned grim. Yet, he had forgotten that he didn't have his glasses when he opened his eyes fully, he couldn't see who stood next to him. Through his blur sight, he could see that the person in front of him handing him his glasses had short blonde hair with bangs all over the face and had Slytherin's colors on his clothes.

Harry didn't take the glasses. He said nothing to either, nothing at all. He clenched his fist and aim at Malfoy's face. They both felt from the momentum, but Harry was taken aback quickly by Snape.

"Let me go!" Harry shouted overwhelming the cries of his victim.

"What in the bloody hell you think you're doing, Potter!" Snape held him with all his might.

"Calm down, or I will obliviate you," stated Snape.

That was not good. He didn't know where he was, but getting obliviate was fatal to his plans.

"Fine, I'll behave." Harry managed to stay calmed and stood on his own two feet.

"You madman, suicidal bloody idiot. You throw yourself off the astronomy tower, you were dead...!" The female voice cried from the floor sobbing.

Harry looked for his glasses with shaking hands, it wasn't until Snape gave them to him that he stop to think. Did he really hit a girl? He thought he was aiming at Malfoy. Harry clenched his hand as Severus held her up. He didn't know who she was but she really looked like Draco Malfoy. But only if he had boobs. She looked very upset with him with a bit of a tomboy attitude.

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you are but please forgive me." Harry expressed.

The girl stepped back in surprise and put her hands over her mouth, quickly overreacting, "Harry, it's me, Draco, you don't remember me? We've been together forever, well, not since forever, but since first year."

"You are not Draco. Where is he? He tried to kill me!" Harry snarled at her.

The girl looked at Severus Snape who turned to Harry.

"Miss Draconian Malfoy, send a letter to my wife, it seems that our son is having amnesia. Your father would have been very disappointed if you had died." Snape said kneeling next to him with his hand on Harry's shoulder. Draco, as Harry nickname her; nodded at him and ran to the Owlery.

Harry gasped, but couldn't find the words, "I-I want to speak to Ron and Hermione." he finally said.

"Miss Granger and that Weasley? I don't think that would be wise. After what happened to-"

Harry wondered what could have happened. He brainstormed. He was supposedly in Slytherin since year one, then, what did that meant for his second year now that he was wearing green and silver on him? Was he still the Heir of Slytherin? He couldn't think of anything else besides Ginny as he was dragged to Severus office.

...

"If that bratty girl wasn't that into you, the cell's of Azkaban will already be having your name on the walls by now." Harry's head was burning, and his breathing was skipping bits.

Severus hadn't stop passing on the room from side to side since he was taken to his office. Harry was biting his lower lip, thinking about all that had happened. What is this hellish reality? How did he arrive here? Why didn't he died from the fall? Why was Snape married to his mother? How was he alive if his mother never sacrificed for him? How was his mother alive? Was Voldemort alive in this timeline? So many questions and not too many answers.

"I'm sorry, I do not know what got into me," Harry answered playing along. He crossed his eyebrows snapping his fingers on the desk impatiently. Wondering why he had a silver ring on his hand. He needed to get out and find Hermione at least. She would know what to do. He couldn't be taken to St Mungo's Hospital because of some amnesia problem. No. He at least could hide his thoughts thanks to Snape's Occlumency lessons.

"You hit a girl, Potter. I love your mother with all my heart and you know this," Severus opened his mouth and momentarily stopped, "...but if you were my son, I swear that you-" his wife arrived storming into his office.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Harry gulped and did not respond when his mother knelt in front of him. For the first time, he was looking at his mother, she was alive. Harry relieved knowing that he was still the son of Lily and James, even if Severus was his step-father.

"M-Mum," Harry managed to say, tears came down his cheeks and his mother cleaned them up. He got down to her level and hugged her without ever wanting to let go of her.

"I-I ...afraid." He said. Harry knew that they may have interpreted those words in so many different ways. But he was really afraid of waking up now, It didn't matter to him if he had to start over so many things, he was glad he had his mother by his side.

"We'll fix this, sweety. Don't worry. You will get help." she replied bursting into tears.

Holding her son's face in her hands, he looked at her confused, before realizing that how could she not be crying? He had apparently tried to commit suicide in this reality. He gulped looking at the reflection of his own eyes in her's.

"Can we have the room, please?" Harry asked her sobbing.

Severus looked at Lily who nodded at him. "Take the day off. Get some rest." He said gathering a few books and close the door behind him.

He waited a few seconds, before he spoke, "Why did you marry that guy? Snape of all people? What happened to dad? Is You-Know-Who alive?" Harry burst so many questions he forgot to breathe.

"Is true. You really don't remember anything." She smiled and took his hands, "We'll have to take it slow. But let's talk about what you remember about the ...the incident."

"Mom I just want you to know, I didn't try to kill myself-" Shh. His mother placed a finger to his lips to quiet him down, "I know you have been having these mental problems for a while, but is okay to talk to someone about it."

This was wrong. Harry Potter from this timeline was having mental problems? But why? He needed to find out.

"At least the amnesia was worth something. I don't remember any of it, and I'll like for it to stay that way." Maybe she wouldn't believe him, but he needed to keep them away from messing with his mind. If they ever found out about his other world, he would be accused of messing with time and he would be taken to the ministry of magic for a trial.

"Mum, can we take a walk? There are so many things I want to talk about." they got up to their feet together.

Waving his messy hair to the sides Lily kissed him on the forehead.

"We can talk over the holidays. You now need to prepare for a new year at school." she let go of his hands and walked towards the door.

"Mum, wait." He thought about what to say, but there was something he needed to know first, something important. "Is You-Know-Who still alive?"

She swallowed and let a tear out. "Get some rest," she said before leaving the room.

...

The first thing he noticed walking through the halls of Hogwarts is that it was mostly the same as his own timeline. But what bothered him the most, was why he was sent here? By whom and for what? He knew where the Slytherin dungeons where or at least he tried to remember as he made his way there. He was still trying to remember the road from that time when he and Ron took the polyjuice potion and become Crabbe and Goyle in their second year. He smiled to himself at the thought of Hermione turning into a cat he didn't know why but he thought of it as funny.

The labyrinthine passages were deserted as he remembered. Harry walked deeper and deeper under the castle, he paused by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall. The entry password was "Pure-blood" when Draco Malfoy let them in on their second year.

"Pure-blood-" he said. But nothing happened. The wall was still closed solid. He was already cursing and saying some random things that came to mind. Harry tried to push the wall to the side with his hands, but neither did it move.

"You really don't remember." said a female voice from behind him. He jumped scare and looked at her.

"Draco," said Harry with spite.

She was lying on the wall at the end of the hall, "At least you remember the nickname you gave me, to bother me-"

"Nickname?" he began to walk towards her and to his surprise she reacted, backing away from him with her hands shaking.

"My full name is Draconian Malfoy." she could not look at him, she turned her gaze to the ground.

Harry stopped and noticed the damage he had done. She had a very noticeable bruise on her left cheek. Harry took a deep breath before continuing.

"I'm sorry." he finally said. He wasn't sure if he wanted to apologize to the person who tried to kill him. Granted, they couldn't be considered the same person, that's what let him to apologized in the first place.

"Even if I forgive you. You will have to live with it. So I won't." she stared at him with a straight face.

"Of course," he answered, "At least, let me try and make it up to you?"

"You can try," she said. Harry just nodded at her.

"Do you even remember the promise you made me?" she asked crossing her hands below her chest.

Harry swallowed, hoping for more clarification about what he promised to this girl. He saw her smirked, and that was not a good sign. She loosened her arms and raised her left hand and on her ring finger, there was a silver ring. How had he overlooked such a thing?

"Are we committed?" he blasted off. His chest tighten. Oh, God. This had been the worst nightmare, he had ever had.

"Technically, you're my fiance. As a contract of loyalty to the Dark Lord. We are bound." her body moved like a small dance of joy as she ran her fingers over the ring.

Harry raised his left hand to see his ring, they were the same a couple. Now it all made sense, that was why he was wearing a ring. It also explained his mother's reaction to Voldemort whereabouts. He was starting to sweat.

"Come," she said passing by him.

"What's the password again?" said Harry.

"Pedigree Wizard-" said Malfoy, and a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy marched through it, and Harry followed her inside.

...

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. Just like he remembered it. A green fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins from the first three years were silhouetted around it in high-backed chairs. Mostly, reading a few books, playing chest or talking in groups.

"Come with me," said Draco taking Harry's hand, and walking to the back of the hall. "I can't go to the girl's dorms-" he argued.

"Don't be silly. We all have all own private room down here." she pulled him through the dorm's hallway before they reach her's Harry notice several girls passing by them and looking at him funnily. Yet, he followed. He needed answers and it seems Draconian had them. Wondering what Malfoy was going to show him, Harry waited by the door while she looked for her room's key.

"What did you mean by our bond earlier?" he asked before been brusquely pulled inside her room by someone else. He was thrown against the wall by a male student that was waiting for them inside.

"Well, well, well, Potter." said the chilling voice of his worst nightmare, "trying to chicken out of our agreement now?"

Harry's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Draco Malfoy standing before him wearing a dark suit.

"Draco?" he asked while his heart beat faster than anything he remembered. He clenched his fist, but try to stay calm. This wasn't the Draco he knew, he could at least confirmed that, by confirming that this wasn't his world.

"That's my name. Don't misuse it." Draco smirked letting him go and sat on the bed.

"Draco?" he said again looking at the girl that looked just like him.

"That's my twin brother," she said.

"That'll give you a laugh," Draco said biting a green apple. "Let me get this right. You tried to kill yourself again?"

"That's what I was told. But I don't remember anything prior to today." he quickly used his escape goat.

"Before you die from doing something stupid, let me take you up to speed. You and my sister are engaged with an unbreakable vow. You will die instantly if you break it. So I don't recommend it." he took another bite of the apple and tossed aside.

"What was that vow if I may ask?" Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to know. But he needed to know, he couldn't die before returning to his own time, at least that was his goal at the present time.

Draco stood up and put his hands on Harry's shoulders, "In the Dark Lord presence, you swear to marry her." he smiled at Potter and looked at his sister.

"What's the catch?" gulped Harry. There had to be one, he thought. There was no way it was that easy. The Dark Lord would have killed him by now.

"So that you two join the Malfoy and Potter families in alliance with his army of Death Eaters." Draco went to the table in the middle of the room lured by the apple's vase.

"You ...I mean us, are faking to follow You-Know-Who. His time is over. Is time for a new generation to take his place." he picked a new apple and took a bite.

"You're conspiring against him? And what're our families saying in all of this?" Harry growled.

"Our families are not involved in this matter," said Draconian stepping in, "there's only us. And you agreed to help-"

"That wasn't me. That may have been the old me. But-" He was yanked and forced to look at himself in a mirror, by Draco's strength. He didn't remember Draco been this physically strong before, he was mostly a coward in his world.

"Are you a coward, Potter?" Harry saw himself for the first time in his new body, mostly the same as his old one, but he had darker bags under his eyes and his hair was smoothly messy instead of short.

"Sister, why don't you explain the rest to him. Sleep well." he touched her chin and made his way towards the door.

"Be glad he didn't make you made an unbreakable bow to swear his loyalty to him. Is almost as he wants you to betray him. Maybe, he still holds a grudge against you." Draco gave him a wide grin as he left the room.

Harry sighed and threw himself on the bed with open arms. He really needed to get out of here. If only he could get to speak with Hermione and tell her the truth. She could figure something out. There were so many things worrying him now. What happened to Sirius? Wormtail? Buckbeak? Was Dumbledore still the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

While he was filled with thoughts, the bed sank as if someone else had climbed on, this made Harry sit down and to his surprised Draconian was knelt in front of him without any clothing on, but her white underwear. When she tried to lean on him, Harry jumped and stood in the room blushing.

"No, no, no, what do you think you're doing?" he quickly noticed that she covered herself and started to blush as well.

"We're going to be married, and is not our first time-" she said getting up frustrated.

She picked up her clothes, "It is for me." replied Harry.

"Fine. You ruined my mood anyway." She finished putting on her clothes and when she went outside, he slammed the door shut.

Harry finally took a breath and sat on the bed. He looked back and saw the lake through a thick glass window. The room illuminated a clear green color by the rays of the sun's reflection in the lake. After several minutes he felt tired and lay down. Harry closed his eyes and wished to wake up from this nightmare.