Journey to Happiness
Disclaimer: I do not anything Harry Potter related. If I did, then Sirius would not have died and the ending would have turned out differently, with my minds enterpretation of it.
Short Summary: Stuck in the past with a decision to change the future or let it happen as it must, Draco Malfoy finds himself at odd ends when he falls in love with none other than James Potter. Will he choose to let it happen or change it for reasons selfish to himself when he's able to return home? DM/JP
Full Summary: Stuck in the past of 1977, Draco must decide whether to let the events of the future unfold as they must be and lose the only friends he's come to know to get back to his own time or...to change the future for his own selfish reasons when he finds himself falling for none other than the father of his most hated enemy, James Potter. But will Draco do it? And if he does, what will come of the future he's inevitably returned too?
Warnings: Time Travel, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, MalexMale slash.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/James Potter, Harry Potter/Severus Snape (eventual), Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley (eventual), Harry/Ginny Weasley (past), Hermione/Ron Weasley (past).
Gold Violet Eyes: This is my first fanfic with this specific pairing, so please be kind and keep the flames down to a minimum. Thanks for reading and let me know what you all think. Also, Draco and a few other characters will be a bit OOC (Out of Character), umm...the Final Battle has hit and is over. Harry won and the school was rebuilt in time for classes to begin again in September. Harry and the other seventh years are now in eighth year. So...they'll be re-doing their seventh over. Other than that, more couples may eventually arise as the story progresses. Please review and enjoy!
Chapter 1
Sighing heavily to himself in utter boredom as he waited at his seat inside the Potions classroom for class to begin, waiting for Professor Slughorn to enter, Draco Malfoy couldn't help but think fondly on the passing of his godfather...Severus Snape. His one and only TRUE Potions Master of this school.
'Not like this farce taking over his position and claiming Head of House once again after some fifty odd years.' Draco thought snappishly to himself, angered that Professor Slughorn would dare take back the role that he once stole from his own godfather when he was alive, only to now permanently attain it with his death.
Sitting up slightly and taking attention as Professor Slughorn finally walked through the door to begin class, Draco quickly got out his quill and ink along with some parchment and set himself ready to jot down anything that Slughorn had to say about what potion they were going to make this time.
"Alright class, good morning, I trust you're weekend after such a horrific battle went well I hope. Yes, well, my condolences to those of you who recently lost someone close to you or your family but as time moves on so must we. Now then, today, we are going to be making a simple Time Travel Potion. When brewed properly, it will take you forwards in time only up to twenty minutes long before bringing you back here at our present time. Now then, since this is such a delicate potion that we are going to be making, I've divided you all up into groups of two. Mr. Weaselbee, you and Ms. Granger are paired together. Mr. Potter, you will be paired up with Mr. Zambinzi. Ms. Luna, you are paired up with Mr. Thomas..."
Not listening to Professor Slughorn as he named off the other students in the classroom to be paired up with another, cracking a chuckle when he pronounced Weasley's name wrong, Draco waited patiently with baited breath to see just who his partner would be for this potion. He just prayed that it wasn't going to be someone idiotic like Longbottom.
"Finally, , you are paired up with Mr. Malfoy. Now go off and get the ingredients from up on the board and begin immediately. This potion should be done in about half an hour when done correctly and attain a mild to light teal color in the end."
Grumbling angrily to himself as he was paired up with none other than Longbottom of all people, Draco got up with his belongings and moved them over down nearby Longbottoms table before briskly stating that he was going to set up the cauldron that Neville should be able to get all the ingredients right this time, for if he didn't Draco was going to curse his arse so bad that he wouldn't be able to sit for a whole week. Even with Granger's help.
Carefully adding and stirring and keeping an eye on Neville Longbottom chopping and dicing away at their ingredients with some precision, Draco sent a small prayer up to Merlin above that this potion wouldn't blow up in their faces and they'd actually make something right this time.
With adding the final ingredients just as Neville reluctantly gave them out to Draco, he couldn't help but suspiciously look at their potion as the color tone looked like that of a dark blue/green instead of a light teal color that it should be.
Hoping against hope that they didn't do anything wrong, Draco slowly took it off the heat and waited for it to cool, watching as the other students around them did the same and tested their potions as Professor Slughorn came around and watched as one of the pair took the potion while the other jot down what their time travelled partner had witnessed twenty minutes into the future.
With baited breath and nerves now making his hands shake slightly, Draco softly cleared his throat as Professor Slughorn finally made his way over towards their table and checked their potion.
Galncing down, Draco smiled softly to himself as he noticed that the coloring matched that of the others.
'Thank Merlin, Longbottom FINALLY did something right for once in your class uncle Sev. Such a pity that you weren't here to witness it. But then again, if you were, I'd think you die of shock more than anything else.' Draco thought to himself before zoning back in to his Professor's last words being said as he heard his name being called.
"Great job boys. Now then, Mr. Malfoy, since Mr. Longbutton here did the work on the ingredients, you are going to be the time travelled partner."
'Oh great.' Draco thought blandly.
"Yes sir." he spoke outloud.
Carefully taking out a ladle and scooping out enough potion called for into a vial, he nervously glanced over at Neville before glaring at him and then around at the others in the class before tossing back the vial and downing the contents in one, two, three gulps.
Face full of surprise as the potion actually tasted good for once. Almost like raspberries.
Suddenly, Draco quickly felt a tugging at his navel, like he was being pulled into new vortex like he always felt he was whenever he touched a portkey.
Dropping the vial, hardly hearing it smash on the dungeon floor, Draco felt himself losing his breath for but a moment; making him gasp outloud just before he felt his world spin radically out of control and take him out of the dungeon classroom and somewhere in time.
'Finally, now I'll know what'll happen twenty minutes from now. I wonder if Potter or Weasley will get detention?' was Draco's last thought before a sudden and horrendous pain in his stomach made him keel over and cry out. Holding his arms to himself, cowering down in a fetal position to try and clench the pain, make it go away, he cried and pleaded for it to stop.
His world kept on spinning. With no end in sight. Finally unable to take it any longer, Draco instantly felt himself black out with but one thought left in his mind before he succumbed to the darkness.
'I'm going to kick Longbottom's ass when I wake up!'
Groaning low in his throat, feeling like he had just taken the worst portkey of all to travel with, Draco slowly opened his eyes to find hismelf lying on a bed in the hospital wing with none other than someone he never thought he would have to see again.
Albus Dumbledore.
Alive, still looking old, but nevertheless...alive.
Scrambling back as if it was the first time he's seen a ghost, Draco began shaking, his face paled dramatically, and his skin immediately started to sweat.
"Please try to calm down. Will you tell me your name? What year you come from?"
"I...this can't be true. You can't be here! You're dead!"
"Am I? Well, that is unfortunate. Now please take this calming draught before Madame Pomphrey returns and finds all her good hard work coming undone."
Reaching out, hesitant to actually touch the old man that he was responsible for killing, or rather...getting killed by his own godfather from his mother's stupid unbreakable vow; Draco quickly down the potion before sighing heavily with relief as he felt its calming effects begin to work almost immediately.
"Now then, please tell me your name and what year you are coming from."
"I...wouldn't that be against the rules?"
"I suppose it would be, yes, but if you are here then something in the future must have gone wrong and you are here to fix it. Please do not worry about the others, I will not disclose who you really are to them, I have already made up a fabricated story on your account. You are a recently transferred student from Durmstrang and are here to finish your education at Hogwarts. You mother recently took ill and since your father just died, you came here to be with your mother and she in turn sent you to us to complete your education."
"I...I see."
"Your name and year please."
"I...my name is Draco Malfoy. I am from the year 1998."
"I see...about 21 years in our future. Hmm...so long to travel back."
"WHAT?! 21 YEARS?!"
"Yes."
"I was only suppose to go into the future for 20 minutes! Not into the past for 21 bloody fucking years! That stupid pillock Longbottom! I'm going to kill him when I get back! You can send me back right?!"
"Yes Draco, of course we can, but it will take us sometime to do that I'm afraid."
"What?! Why?!"
"Well, with the war so close and our classes going as they are, I'm afraid that I must be the one to make this potion on my own to send you back from whence you came."
"But...but...what about Professor Slughorn? He was our teacher there at Hogwarts just before I was sent back here. Surely he can make it for me."
"I'm afraid that Horace can't do that. Not with his classes and Slug Club parties and all that going on. He wont have the necessary time needed to do that. So, I shall take on this task and complete it for you."
"I...Sir...am I going to have to be resorted?"
"No. You see Draco, with your father gone from Hogwarts, and I'm sure that your mother is with him, you won't need to be resorted elsewhere. Unless, Lucius Malfoy is not your father and let me see who was his fiancee...ahh yes...Ms. Narcissa Black isn't your mother."
"They are my parents."
"Good, good then. You may stay where you are. In Slytherin I think it is. So, you'll be sharing a dorm room with Regulus Black, a relative of yours, Severus Snape, Theodore Nott, and Rodolphus Lestrange. I take it their names are familiar to you?"
"Yes. Theodore, is Theo's father, Uncle Rodolphus is my aunt Bellatrix's husband, and Severus Snape is my godfather."
"Ahh...I see. But what of Regulus? Surely he's somewhere in your family?"
"He's not. He's dead. Died not too long from now actually. Maybe two or three years. At least. Trying to do something good. Something stupid."
"He tries to change something that should never have happened?"
"Yeah, something like that. Only, he dies in the end. Succeeding."
"Well then, what name shall we call you while you reside here Mr. Malfoy? Surely not your own or your mother's soon to be maiden name?"
"Meliflua. A relative, an old relative of aunt Walburga's. My mother's aunt. Her status remained unknown for years. I think it'll be okay to use her name. You don't know her well do you?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy, I do not. I think she passed on or escaped to another country. But that sounds like a fine name. Well, call you Drake, for short. I apologise if it doesn't please you, but it's best to not go by your actual name. However, if you must, then try to do so with descretion."
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now then, dinner is just about to be served, why don't we see if Madame Pomphrey will let you go and enjoy it with the others. I made up a little story for your absence, on how you took the wrong train and wound up some where else where I had to send someone to retrieve you, only for them to find you unconscious. Something simple but easily believed. Having not been here before, it would be absolutely believable for one such as yourself to have taken the wrong train and need help getting back. So, please excuse me while I have a chat with the nurse."
