Title: Merlin's Gift: Shirt One 1978

Summary: Harry Potter, you just saved the world, what are you going to do now? Get sent back in time with Ron, Hermione, Draco, Nevelle, Luna, and Hannah Abbott to learn all you need to rebuild the wizarding world. Many pairings both slash and het.

Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing, yadda yadda yadda

Rating: NC-17 just be warned I'm an adult and I write adult stories. Don't be offended, just don't read.

A/N: This truely is a work in progress so I don't quite know how they are going to pair up. I have several books laid out in my head and I'm pretty sure that eventually, HG/RW, and NL/Hannah will end up together. This shift is focused mainly on Harry and his healing after the war. There will be a lot of HP/Luna, and a little or hints of DM/Luna, HP/Regulus, HP/DM and Possibly Many others.

SHIFT ONE

CHAPTER ONE

It's Supposed to Be Over.

Thank Merlin, it's over.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse. Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell. After a second of silence, a deafening roar reverberated through the hall.

Harry didn't know what to think. Disgust at the humanoid thing in front of him. Relief no one else would be killed. Grief for the many dead.

Oh Merlin, it's over.

He looked over to where Ron and Hermione were rushing toward him and just reveled at the feel of their arms as they surrounded him. He leaned his head forward and placed it on one of their shoulders.
Oh Merlin, thank you, it's over.

Harry felt the hook behind his navel and could only grasp his two best friends harder to his chest. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs and it only took a second to realize that all three were stark naked.

"What the hell is going on?" Ron Weasley stated while covering his eyes and turning his head away from a shrieking Hermione.

"I hate freaking portkeys," Harry said.

"It wasn't a portkey you moron."

Draco Malfoy sat behind them, also starkers. Next to him, covered in nothing but blood, soot, and rubble, were Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott and Luna Lovegood. Harry only glanced over them to make sure they were alright before diverting his attention back to Malfoy. He had his arms wrapped around his chest in what would have looked like a very vulnerable position, if Harry hadn't known he was just hiding the mark on his arm. Standing out on Malfoy's chest, just a prominently as the scar on his own forehead, were several long silver scars.

"Do you like what you see, Scarhead?"

Harry realized he'd been staring and couldn't help the blush, "It felt like a portkey."

"One, portkeys don't land you naked. Two, I wasn't anywhere near you three but I was touching my parents and they aren't here." He said with his oh so aristocratic drawl.

"Those are very astute observations, sir." All seven teens looked up at the person speaking and gasped practically in unison. "Also, my office is only accessible by portkeys when I personally key them through the wards, which I didn't. Would you mind telling me how you landed yourselves in my office?"

Harry looked around and for the first time took in his surroundings. Most of the room was blurry due to him not having his glasses, but if he squinted he could make out some of the larger details. He could tell from the amazement on Ron and Hermione's faces that they didn't understand what was going on either but they were all sitting starkers on the floor in the headmaster's office. The paintings were all the same. The furniture was also the same. But there was definitely something fishy going on, as on the table by the window were several silver instruments that Harry knew for a fact he had destroyed at the end of his fifth year. Even more disorienting, was the sight of Albus Dumbledore sitting behind the large desk.

The room started to spin and he shook his head trying to regain some sense of balance.

"Oh Merlin. Dammit, it's supposed to be over." Harry said, catching Hermione as she fainted. Then blackness took him as well.