Disclaimer: Until I change my name to J.K. Rowling, move to Britain and become a middle-aged woman, I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so any and all suggestions, reviews and criticism are appreciated. This will be about Draco traveling back in time to not only change what happened in my version of the war, but also increase his own standing in the world. I'll be changing many characters and possibly places from the the book as well as adding my own, I won't be intentionally bashing any characters and I won't follow the timeline of the original series. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think.
This is an unusually short chapter but I needed an intro.
Draco glared up at the wand that was held leveled at his head from his own position on the floor. His own father about to execute him, and for what, an increased standing? More power? Influence? Proof of his loyalty? It mattered little, they had each chosen their side and while his father might not have to kill him himself, Draco knew Lucius's own life would be at risk if he didn't at least get someone to do it for him. If it had to be done, he might as well gain something from it and Draco had been in Slytherin long enough to understand the pragmatism of the man. It didn't stop him from hating him for it though.
Shifting his knees slightly he kept his gaze steady, up at the cold, hard eyes matching his own, studying him. Underneath Draco was a coward and he had come to accept this, it was a fair trade for good instincts for self preservation and necessary in his life, but right now he despised his father far more than he would ever fear him and that stopped the shaking.
His father didn't seem to share his heir's anger, in fact there was no emotion in his face, he merely stood patiently with the wand at the ready, waiting for the execution order to come from the shadows behind him. And then there it was, the man's voice from the background, telling Lucius to go ahead with a hint of approval in it's tone. All that Lucius truly cared about, he thought bitterly. With that Draco allowed himself a small wince before looking back up to see that flash of green and then blackness.
Wait... He wasn't dead, in fact very little had changed, he was still on the floor and still at Malfoy Manor and his fath- no that no longer seemed the right word- was still watching him, only now he had adopted an irritated sneer. But how was he not dead, who the hell was he, Harry Potter? Even he had discovered that the killing curse works quite well without a mother's blood magic to save him.
Yet Draco was still here, even if something felt off. He couldn't quite place it but somehow he felt lighter than he should, and even if he was kneeling he shouldn't be this low to the ground should he? Right? Seeing that the man had left the room he slowly lifted himself up and to his surprise he did so without a groan of that familiar soreness or any leftover pain from his crazed aunt.
Then it hit him. He had been checking to see if anything was bruised and his hand had brushed against the time turner he always kept concealed under his robes and he felt a thin crack along the face of it. The curse must have been blocked by the device and it had in turn malfunctioned, sending him away and quite possibly into the past judging by his lack of muscle and smooth face.
Draco wandered aimlessly around the room, the formal dining room Voldemort had held court from in his time, and continued to try and understand the sheer improbability of the circumstances. The killing curse must have killed the Draco from this time and sent him back to replace him somehow, although how or if that should even be possible remained uncertain.
Malfoy senior chose that moment to stroll back into the room, studying a worn tome in his hand, and without glancing up he reprimanded Draco, saying "I thought I told you to work on your Oclumency boy". Draco froze at the familiar voice and ironically used that very same skill to control his emotions and stop himself from strangling the pretentious ponce. Was that how Potter had thought of him in school?
Shaking that worrying thought from his mind he regarded his father icily before replying, "I've made progress and thought I might as well take a break". Progress, he silently scoffed at that, if only the man knew just how much he did know.
"Oh? Is that so Draco? Very well, let me test you to see if you'll be ready for the old fool's attempts to spy on me" Draco personally thought that Dumbledore was far to subtle and trusting to use Legiminicy on a student but he kept that to himself.
He quickly prepared himself, locking away all memories of the future behind a subtle barrier and the rest under a far more obvious one, and then braced for the man's assault. Resisting the urge to return the favor and attack with his own mind, he waited patiently before Lucius stepped away satisfied. "I suppose that will have to do" he sneered.
With a dramatic shutting of his book and a turn he left the room, robes billowing behind him in a manner worthy of Snape himself. He smiled at the thought of the man, one of the few Slytherins he had fought alongside during the war, Snape being something of a mentor when teaching him to become a spy amongst the Dark Lord's ranks. He had never been powerful but cunning he had in abundance, that is until Nott had handed both spys over, what a fool he had been to trust the boy.
Glancing outside to see that the sun was setting (just as it had been in his time, time turners were freakishly precise even while malfunctioning), he followed Lucius out of the room and returned the room he hadn't lived in for nearly a decade. A quick check of the magical calendar floating over his bed showed that tomorrow was indeed the day before he left for his first year at Hogwarts, just what he had expected based on when his final summer lessons had occurred last time around. For now he turned to the desk by the window and pulled out a quill to record his thoughts. It was time to plan.
Next Chapter: The Train Ride and an extra student at Hogwarts
Remember, suggestions or criticism are welcome, I could use all the help I can get because I've never tried to do something like this before. I'm not sure how frequent updates will be or how long chapters will typically be but I should have at least one chapter longer than this out every week