Draco stood silently on the overgrown lawn, his eyes contemplative as he looked upon his childhood home. He hadn't seen this mansion in nearly 60 years, yet memories of his time there during Voldemort's reign remained as sharp as if it were yesterday.

After Voldemort's death, the Aurors had seized his ancestral home, also known as Voldemort's former headquarters, claiming it as evidence in their ongoing investigation. Draco had been forced to buy a new villa in Hogsmeade, but it was the best decision that he had ever made.

It was there that he'd met Astoria Greengrass, his future wife, and she had filled an emptiness and loneliness inside him that he'd never known existed. Her death had reopened old wounds and made new ones, leaving him uncertain about his future. Perhaps that was why he had returned to Malfoy Manor, because the last time he had felt so lost, confused, and alone it was in this very spot staring at its battered remains.

Taking one last glance at the Manor, Draco chuckled darkly as he turned around and prepared to apparate. "I'm an old man now, that's for sure. I don't have enough time left to be wasting it on old memories better left untouched" thought Draco.

Draco turned quickly and strode toward the Malfoy gate, eager to leave his ancestral grounds so that he could apparate to Gringotts. Stopping in front of the Malfoy gate, he took a second to appreciate its intricate design as it depicted the greatest achievements of the Malfoys throughout history. The vast majority of them were completely fabricated of course, as was the case with all noble houses, but the Malfoys rise to power was nonetheless filled with triumphs and great deeds. Terrible, yes, but great.

Examining the gate, Draco realized with a start that it had changed from what he had remembered.

"Boggarts, the damn gate has the Second Wizarding War on it now" he exclaimed in surprise. Reaching the end of the gate, he felt a shiver creep through his spine as he stared at what could only be a depiction of him, at this very moment, staring at the gate. Or more specifically, him touching the Malfoy ring onto the mystical gate.

Knowing that he should just leave, but unable to resist, Draco slowly lifted his ancestral ring and placed it gently onto the smooth metal of the gate. Suddenly, he heard a crackling and rumbling sound behind him and Draco spun around, his hand hovering over his wand holster.

When nothing happened, Draco slowly crept forward toward the noise, his curiosity overwhelming his common sense. When he arrived at the source, he couldn't help as his mouth dropped in astonishment.

The gargoyle fountain which had dominated the Malfoy lawn throughout his childhood had shifted to reveal a dark passageway with steps that led nearly straight down. Through the tunnel, he could faintly hear the sounds of singing drifting through the air and echoing throughout the wild garden.

Draco could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he approached the passageway, unsure of what he was hearing. Flicking out his wand from his holster, Draco paused as he took in the marble staircase within the passageway which descended deep into the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

"Lumos" Draco whispered, holding his wand in front of him as he took a few uncertain steps down the winding staircase. Suddenly, the Gargoyle shifted once more and the opening behind Draco slammed shut, leaving him trapped inside. Draco debated whether or not to try and blast his way out, before turning to stare into the depths of the tunnel.

"Merlin's raggedy beard," Draco thought as he began climbing down stairs, "I've turned into a damn Gryffindor." As Draco walked down the green marble steps, the darkness around him seemed to twist and move of its own accord while the singing somehow grew louder and yet more indistinct. Shaking his head, Draco gripped his wand tighter as he continued marching down the twisting staircase.

Suddenly, something cackled softly in Draco's ear and he instantly spun around in the voices direction, his wand bursting with magical energy, ready to explode forth. Seeing nothing, Draco had to bite back a curse, the non-magical kind, when disembodied voices suddenly began whispering around him.

"I think he will be join us. Yes I agree. You all care too much about the result, it's all about the journ -oh good, I've very much wanted some new blood, it keeps things entertaining".

Not wanting to hear anymore, Draco turned and began racing down the steps in order to try and put some distance between him and the creatures. Turning the corner, he sprinted forward only to meet nothing but air.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah" Draco screamed as he fell through the air and fumbled with his wand. Before he could cast a spell, Draco slammed hard onto the floor which knocked the air out of his lungs. Getting up slowly off the marble floor, his whole body throbbing with pain, Draco grabbed his wand and cast another Lumos spell. Listening intently, Draco found he couldn't hear the voices anymore.

Glancing up, Draco nearly forgot his pain as he gazed upon an gigantic golden door which was covered with locks, chains, bolts, levers, and other incomprehensible knick knacks that screamed keep out. Striding closer to the door, Draco noticed that a small goblet protruding out of the center of door with his family motto "Sanctimonia Vincet Semper", or "Blood Conquers All" engraved onto it. Suddenly, Draco knew what to do.

"Sectusempra" Draco exclaimed as he brandished his wand toward his hand. Draco felt a slicing pain as a small cut emerged on his hand and he directed his blood to the goblet. The second his blood touched the goblet, the entire door lit up and began pulsing with magic as a series of clicks, snaps, and clacks came from the door as the latches unlocked. A rumbling sound emanated from the door as it slowly slid open to reveal a humongous cavern. The constant singing, which Draco had come to take for granted, stopped abruptly.

Draco walked forward slowly, his eyes darting around trying to find any potential enemies. He'd spent too much time fighting Dark Wizards in Columbia to not be thoroughly appreciative of the ambush.

"Hello! Whoever you are, I mean you no harm!." he said as he warily stalked forward.

"My name is Draco, by the way" Draco added after some thought.

"We know who you are, Draco Lucius Malfoy" said a deep discombobulated voice from above him. With a strangled yell, Draco stumbled backward as he pointed his wand toward the rock protruding above him where the sound had come from.

Slowly, out of the darkness, the voice emerged. One leg, one arm, one wing at a time until it appeared fully before Draco, a gargantuan gold dragon with long silver hair.

And in that moment, Draco wondered if the door had been meant to keep people out, or to keep that dragon in.

Hello everyone! I've always thought that there is not enough serious Malfoy or Neville fanfiction, nor is their many of these characters going back into time. Thats when this plot bunny hit me, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.

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