A/N All right, it's been a long time since I've been on here, so hopefully I haven't lost my touch. Hope you guys like it so far!!!
Harry's bum slammed into the ground with an insanely loud thump. He smashed his eyes together on the impact and clenched his fists. He finally stood up. Hundreds of eyes were staring at him in fascination as Harry stared back at the student body of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Giving a weak smile, Harry mumbled, "Sorry."
He dusted off his robes and wandered over to his table. When he got there, several pairs of eyes glowered at him, the Weasleys being some of them. Harry halted. What's going on? He thought. He sat down anyway next to Ron. Ron scooted away from him, snorting in disgust.
"Ron?" Harry said, confused.
"Why don't you go back, back to where you came from?" the no longer redhead spat. Ron Weasley had rich black hair, hanging in his eyes and nearly to his shoulders. He had thick gages in his ears, which made Harry sick to look at them. Actually, Harry would never have recognized the boy if it weren't for Ron's eyes. The deepest ocean blue was their color, and it was a trait in every one of the Weasleys.
Harry snapped back into focus. "Go back to where I came from? Ron, what's going on?" he asked, peering down at the Goth. As he was looking down, he got glimpse of green on his robe. Harry snatched the chest of his robe, running his fingers over the house crest: Slytherin. "What in the-" Harry whispered to himself.
He turned, facing the Slytherin table. He saw a hand wave towards him, and Harry had to double take. The hand waving belonged to no other than Draco Malfoy. As if in a trance, Harry followed the hand, and before he knew it, he was sitting next to the platinum blonde.
"What were ya' doin' over there, mate?" Draco asked, suspiciously kind. When Harry did not answer, Draco repeated himself. "Well?" he finally added.
Harry shook his head, and looked back to the Gryffondor table. "I- I- I thought we were friends," he finally answered, although it made no sense to the question.
Draco gave a funny look, also looking over to the table of the lions. "But, we are friends."
"No, no, Ron and me," Harry stated, looking back at Malfoy.
He snorted. "Weasley? Why would you be friends with him? He's apart of the Gryffondor table."
Harry glared. "Because him, me, and Hermione were-" He stopped, mid sentence. After those seemingly long ten minutes, Harry never questioned where Hermione was. But now that he thought about it, Hermione was nowhere to be seen. "Where is Hermione?" Harry asked franticly.
Draco's eyes seemed to soften, as if it was a deep question. "Hermione Granger? Harry, don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
Draco looked away and gulped. He fiddled with his toast for a while before answering. "Remember last year? Sixth year?" When Harry still looked blank, Draco continued. "Voldermolt and his servants attacked Hogwarts last year, killing more than half the student body. C'mon, Harry! You don't even remember?! What's gotten into you?"
Harry started to sweat. He wiped his brow before answering. But before he even began to respond, Harry saw Draco's eyes. They were watery, and he realized Draco was crying.
"Draco?"
Draco immediately got up, flipping over his plate. He grabbed Harry by the bicep, and he too knocked the plate over. They left the Great Hall, and ran up and down corridors, finally nearing Defense of the Dark Arts.
The walls before had always been bare, exposing chipped stone and mold. These walls, however, were filled with frames. Hundreds of rows of pictures flooded the corridor. In each and every frame was the picture of a student, all ranging from first to seventh year. Most of the pictures were crying or looked very sad. Harry gazed in wonder until Draco started speaking.
"These are all the students who were killed last year," Draco choked. He was still crying.
Harry continued to look until he saw a quick motion out of the corner of his eye. He glimpsed at the picture, and noticed it was waving to him. It was a girl, and she was still crying, but looked overjoyed at the same time. Harry stared longer, and then it instantly hit him. The picture was Hermione.
"Hermione!" he called, reaching his arm up the wall. He was near the frame, but hers was still a tad too high.
Draco grabbed Harry's arm and shook his head. "Don't," he mumbled melancholy. "It just makes them sadder."
It then occurred to Harry that Draco was acting awfully kind to Hermione. "Why do you care so much?" he asked.
Draco's eyes brightened, but fiery instead of bright. "Care? Why wouldn't I care? She was my life!" Draco shouted.
Harry turned and stared at the ground. What is going on? He thought. Why does Draco care so much about Hermione? A few droplets of water escaped Harry's eyes. He faced Draco again. "I think I need to tell you something."
Draco's eyes relaxed a little, but not completely. "Tell me what?" he asked.
Harry took a breath as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "My parents are dead, right?"
Draco's eyes widened. "What are you saying? I saw them yesterday before we boarded the train!"
Harry half smiled. "No, I mean before."
"Before?" Draco questioned.
"Yeah. See, I found this potion yesterday, only, it wasn't yesterday as in September of 2006; it was yesterday as in December 2005. It allowed me to turn back time to any date I wanted. My parents had been dead, and I wanted to go back to save them. If I had known it would have altered everything else, I wouldn't have gone back."
"Harry, what do you mean by 'altered'?" Draco asked, almost as if he didn't want to know.
"Well before I went back, Hermione was still alive, I was in Gryffondor, you were my enemy, Ron was a red head, Voldermolt was dead, and so were my parents."
Draco took a big breath, and he glanced down at the floor. "So, Hermione was alive?"
"Yes, but you and her weren't-"
"Weren't what?"
"A couple," Harry finished. He placed a hand on his mate's shoulder, but Draco knocked it off. More tears streamed down his pale cheeks.
"Draco, you gotta help me," Harry pleaded.
Draco turned away. He couldn't take it. Before he knew what he was doing, he started yelling and pounding on Harry. "How could you? How could you?! So, so you altered time to save your parents, and now, and now?! Hermione is dead! Are you satisfied now, Harry? How could you be so selfish?!" Draco swung punch after punch, nailing Harry in the eye, the jaw, and stomach. When he finally got off, Harry was bleeding and curled on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Harry declared.
"Yeah, well, is sorry going to bring her back?" Draco pointed to Hermione's picture. When Harry glanced at it, he about hurled. The beautiful brunette was crying hysterically, and it seemed as if she was trying to reach out to Draco.
What have I done? Harry pondered. Finally he stood up, wiping the crimson fluid from his lip. "Draco, listen. We can get her back, but you need to calm down, and you're gonna have to help me."
Draco spoke more softly. "Potter, I'll do anything to get her back."
A/N Well, I hope it's pretty good so far. Coincidently, I noticed that there's another story kind of like mine. But just so you know, I already wrote this story when I found the other one by a different author. So I didn't copy theirs, okay?