(I really should be working on my painting portfolio and other stuff like the HG fic…. but ehhhh.) As you know I don't own Harry Potter which is a no brainer. Also for those that wanted to know yes this is a Dracomine.

Chapter 1: Redo

Who knew loosing would bring peace of mind?

It was finally over. The war the beatings the hell, finally Voldermort was dead. I sat there in the Great Hall as a breath of relief escaped my lips. What little was there. I was still on the loosing side and the dark mark on my forearm was a permanent sign of that.

An idiotic reminder that I had made the wrong choices to this point and I was surely going to pay for them if the Ministry had anything to do about it.

I look over at my mother and my father in the midst of everyone's celebrations and for the first time. We felt alone. How did we choose to be so blind to what was wrong with our ideals? People began to whisper behind our backs, some laughed while others sneered.

"I hope they all serve time in Azkaban for this." Someone whispered loudly. I bit my tongue before I could snarl and curse in the bastard's direction. I bloody well know that and I know that I deserve it. I screamed to myself. I couldn't take it anymore. I shook my head they were right what use am I but a coward.

"I need to walk." I state to my mother who just nods her head lightly. My father looked more pale than normal but he too nodded his head in agreement of my leave. I stood up and made my way into the halls.

Bits of rubble and dust littered the floor, what was left of it at least. The dust that floated in the air from my disturbance tickled my nose as tears welled up in my eyes.

What have we done? If I could go back in time could I change it? Could I have chosen a better path? No, that wasn't possible. I groaned at my foolish thoughts, What was done was done and all I could do was regret and try to help out with what I can… if I was allowed even that. The sound of my feet echoed down the broken and beaten hall. The gravel scraping against the floor under my feet was the only noise here, I could barely hear the people in the Great Hall anymore and that was fine by me.

I shoved my hands into my pockets as I continued my walk when I heard a small sound of glass break under my feet. I stopped and reached down sifting through the dirt to see what it was.

Gold peaked through the brown and black dust and I could have sworn I had seen it before. I picked it up warily with my fingers. The glass on the hourglass was cracked and the circles were a little bent but I knew what it was. Dumbledore's time-turner. I remembered that muggle, Granger had used it one of their years at Hogwarts. When school and being popular seemed like the only world he needed to focus on before the Dark lord came back.

Before I was an idiot coward who couldn't stand up for myself or anyone else. I doubt it even worked with it being bent and dented as much as it was. The glass looked like it would shatter into a million pieces. I tentatively turned it around assessing the damage. It was probably bent and broken before I had stepped on it making it worse. What if I could use this to go back in time and make things right? I bit my lip at the thought.

It was idiotic the machine only went back a few hours if not a day.

Not to mention playing with any broken magical item is asking for a bloody nose or your head growing out of your arse. I worried my lip for a bit. What could hurt? Normally that would be some idiot's last words and right now. I was that idiot.

I turned the nob forcefully back. The wheels scraped against themselves the sand shifting against the broken glass. One, two, three, four, five… 225, 226, 250… 440, 441, 442, I turned and turned the nob till I couldn't even count how many hours I had forced it back. Each turn after 48 was harder and harder to do to the point where I was now was ripping the skin off my fingers.

I think I must be going mad because I didn't care about the pain just that glimmer of foolish hope that I could go back in time and fix this. Fix who I am. Blood was starting to stain the time turner which should have made the turns easier but it didn't'. I turned it one last time before it shattered in my hands. I didn't know what I was expecting to happen. No I did I wanted so badly to go back to the beginning that I had hoped with all my heart that I could. Now all I was left with was a shattered time turner and a bloody hand.

"Damn." I sighed as I stared at my last hope. The hourglass was still almost intact but the rest of it laid in pieces.

I gripped hard on the glass and raised my arm to throw it when a small glimmer caught my eye. I looked back into my hand as the glimmer began to grow bigger to the size of a cricket ball. I didn't know what was happening but this couldn't be good. No this was going to end in me dying. "Just fucking fantastic." I groaned before the light exploded around me burning into my skin.

I screamed.

The blinding light burned into my eyes. Merlin's beard that fucking hurt. My skin tingled like each of the hairs on my body was ripped out with no remorse. Similar to that ripping hair candy the Weasel twins had at their store. Some Slytherin kids had given them to the first year Hufflepuffs and I finally understood their pain… It was a lot funnier when it wasn't me, I can say that for sure.

"Draco? Can you please stand straight? You wouldn't want an uneven robe." An old man's voice called to me. Seriously? Who cared about an uneven fucking robe?

"Are you mental? Is that really the issue here?" I asked. I still couldn't see him in the light. Obviously I was alive, not to sure if that was a plus, but why of all things would someone care about a stupid cloak at a time like this?

"You did Draco. That is why we are tailoring your new robe, at Madam Malkin's. Robes for all occasions." The man replied almost unfazed by my tone. Wait… my voice… has it always been this high? I rubbed my eyes a couple times to try and relieve the burn. The tingling and ache was slowly going away and I was starting to see shapes again though nothing definite.

"Why am I in a bloody tailors after what just happened?" There it was again the high squeak… Blimey was that really me?

"Because you're in need of new robes. What had happened?" The man seemed very confused, as was I. What do you mean what just happened? The bright light that burned my skin? Pick any one of those you fucking arse… and why is my voice so squeaky? I wanted to scream but I kept it in. I wasn't going to say anything till I knew for sure what was happening. He would think I was going as mental as looney Lovegood if no one else saw it. I can see it now in the Daily Prophet. 'Draco Malfoy goes mad. Goes to tailor raving like a loon.' Just perfect. Slowly the blur was being lifted as I stared at what seemed like myself in the mirror.

"Oh bloody fucking hell." I was staring at myself but not the war driven worn down 18 -year old self, but a bright eyed bushy tailed 11 year old.

"Language Mr. Malfoy!" The man chastised. Madam Malkins tsked as she heard me from the front of the room. I quickly ignored his words as I stared at myself in the mirror. This had to be a mistake. This couldn't be happening.

The door to the shop opened with a small ding of a bell.

I remember this day.

"Hogwarts, clear?" Madam Malkin asked. "Got the lot here - another young man fitted just now in fact."

I turned my head and my eyes bulged at the sight. Harry potter in his dingy clothes and his stupid messy black hair with his broken glasses… but he was also 11.

"Potter…. Shit." I cursed at the slip of my tongue.

"Mr Malfoy! I will not tell you again. One more out of you and your father will hear of this, mark my words." Potter looked at me with eyes wide in confusion and wary. This is what I wanted right? A redo?

This was all just nutter.

"Sorry. Mr. Stitcherby, Madam Malkins" I bet Potter was thinking on how I knew who he was. If I had really gone back in time… I looked back towards the mirror, blinking several times to make sure I wasn't going mental. Madam Malkin shooed Potter from the for and towards the other mirror.

"First year at Hogwarts I'm presuming?" He asked Potter. I wanted to roll my eyes at the elder man for being so daft. Why else would anyone our age be here? Potter nodded unsure of what was going to happen. "Well hurry up boy stand on the platform there, the cloaks won't stitch themselves. Oh who am I kidding of course they do." The man laughed at his own joke like a damn loon.

"Mr. Stitcherby." Madam Malkin stressed his name chastising for his comment.

I stared at myself again in the mirror. This was absolutely insane! I pinched my face as hard as I could. Pain shot through my cheek like fire. I clicked my tongue and sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth.

"That hurt." I groaned.

"I'm sorry, Wouldn't that normally?" Potter asked with a raised brow. Oh look, Potter made a funny.

"Normally, yes. I was just making sure I wasn't dreaming." My voice was still snide. Old habits are so hard to break.

"Why would you be dreaming of getting your clothes tailored?"

"Have you ever been pricked by a pin? Not very comfortable especially when the man is way too close for comfort." I stated with a roll of my eyes. "Name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy and you are?" I held out my hand for an introduction. Of course everyone and their pet owls knew Harry Potter the boy who lived and soon the savior of the Wizards, witches, and Muggles.

He took my hand in his and shook it with a large smile. One I hadn't ever seen towards me. "Name's Potter. Harry Potter. Nice to meet you Malfoy."

"Stop smiling like that Potter. It's creepy."

"This is how I smile." He stated with a small shrug and pursed his lips. He let go of my hand and Mr. Stitcherby waltzed back into the room with another robe in hand for Potter. It was weird seeing him smile like that at me. If someone had told me years ago that I would be having a normal conversation with Potter I would have told them to go to Mrs. Pomfrey to get their head checked.

"It's just odd." I mumbled. That innocence Potter had was annoying. He had no idea what was going to happen… and no matter how badly we got off on the wrong foot before. I had to help him now. I can't let my family or my friends end up as death eaters again.

It was the wrong path and the Dark Lord gave no care for us. I can't choose it again.

I can't let them choose it again.

"Your arm ok? You've been rubbing it for a while now." Potter asked me with concern. Absentmindedly I had been rubbing my forearm. There was no mark there anymore but I could still feel it under my skin. Scared it might rise and show everyone that I chose to be a death eater once.

"No, sorry it's fine. I'm just not used to it I guess." That sounded so daft. This was all too weird for me and it was even making my skin crawl being so nice to Potter. Not that it was bad. Just, it didn't feel normal. 8 years of us being rivals and enemies, the jealousy, it was still engraved in my head. "Sorry. I have to go." I left him with a small nod before I ran out of the tailors.

Ok yes he's a little OOC he has been through war and has gotten a slight reality check. Also sorry I know it's a bit short but been kind of swamped with RL with school and work. Next chapter will be longer I promise.

Please review and tell me what you think.

Edit: (edited the part where they're at Madam Malkin's shop. It had been years and I just now read that part again. Sorry)