A Twist in Fate
A/N: this is a story that just kinda popped into my head!! hope you like!! Please review I worked hard on it!! and i've already got the next chapter written but I'm not going to post untill some reviews. Flames will be given to my pet dragon, Bubbles!!!
"Hold up, Filtch is coming!" Harry whispered to Ron. The pair were headed for the kitchens under the invisibility cloak.
"Take this path!" Ron mouthed. Harry checked the Marauders Map again.
"Mrs. Norris is headed towards it!" He replied. The younger led them down a floor and to the left. After checking the map again, Harry stopped.
"Ron, look who's in the armory." The red head leaned closer to the wand lit paper.
"Draco Malfoy! And he's all alone!" Ron whispered gleefully. "What do you suppose he's up to?"
"Can't be anything good. Let's go… say hi." The boys hurried down two more level. The Bloody Barron came flying through the wall in front of them. Forgetting they were invisible, Ron pulled them behind a suit of armor.
"Come on." The raven haired boy mouthed. "We're invisible, remember?" Ron's ears turned pink as he followed Harry. Three doors down was the armory.
Harry quietly led the way into the dark room. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he saw the outline of someone bent over across the room. Ron held up his wand and crept closer. An evil grin on his face, Harry's wand rose as well as they got closer. The next few things happened extremely quick.
Draco spun and cast a spell in their direction, as Harry blocked it, shooting it in another direction. His movement caused Ron's spell to go amiss. The blonde's and red head's spells shoot off towards the same shield. As the red and blue streaks hit, they combined to a bright purple.
All three boys stared in shock as the great light bounced back as Harry. The last thing any of them saw was a blinding white flash.
Four days later, Harry woke up to find he was lying in the hospital wing.
"You okay, Draco?" he mumbled, seeing the blonde on the bed to his left.
"Yeah, I'm… fine?" Draco replied confused.
"We got him good mate!" Harry said, staring at the ceiling.
"Actually, I think we got you." Ron replied from his right.
"No one was talking to you, Weaslebee!" Harry said rudely. The other two boys looked at each other wide eyed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" The red head asked worriedly.
"I'm fine! But you won't be if you don't stop talking to me!"
"Er… Potter?" Malfoy said. Harry twitched violently.
"You haven't called me that since we were twelve." Harry said. At Draco's confused look he elaborated.
"You know, when your family adopted me… so I wouldn't have to return to the bloody muggles… ring any bells?" The black haired boy said, slightly irritated.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron cried. His "friend" turned to his.
"Bogedeum!" He yelled. "I told you to stop talking to me!" Madam Pomfrey ran in at Harry's shout.
"Mr. Malfoy!" She yelled upon seeing large boils all over Ron's shocked face. "Go to…!" But Harry cut her off.
"Snape's office, oh wait, that hasn't worked the last six times!" She opened her mouth to speak again.
"And don't bother sending an owl to my father, he couldn't care less!" The new Slytherin boy smirked, not unlike Draco's. The nurse sighed, then giving up, left in a huff.
"Po…Harry! That was brilliant!" The blonde said shocked.
"No it bloody well wasn't!" Ron got up from his bed. "She's always been so nice to!" Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Let's go, I want to get away from pus face." He called over his shoulder to Draco. The two got up and headed for the door. Draco looking confused and Ron hurt.
"Harry, wait!" Ron yelled, scrambling after them. He waved his wand to make the boils vanish. "I have a question." Harry faced him impatiently.
"Who did you ride with on the train in first year?" The red head asked quickly.
"You, duh. Now can we go?"
"What did you do when Malfoy offered you his hand shortly after we arrived?"
"What kind of bloody question is that?! I took it." Harry said completely confused. The other two exchanged looks. Both wide-eyed and open mouthed.
"I…" Ron started before he turned and ran off. "Bloody hell!" The youngest brother ran through the hall and up to the seventh floor. Sprinting past several red blurs, a bushy haired one caught his attention.
"'Mione! Am I glad to see you!" He gasped.
"I don't think Lavender would appreciate you saying that." She said rudely. "Now if you'll excuse me, Cedric's waiting." She walked off, not glancing back once.
"Cedric? But…but?" He thought, unable to find any words to speak of his confusion in his own head. Unconsciously, lost in his thoughts, he had walked in front of his dormitory door.
Mind racing, he slowly pushed the door open. Only four beds were in the circular room.
"No…!" He raced back downstairs.
"Won-Won!" A pair of arms wrapped themselves around his middle. He turned and saw a mass of brown. Next thing he knew, a tongue was wiggling around inside his mouth.
"Lavender!" He said, backing away. "Where's my sister?" He said to keep from getting attacked once more. He scanned the common room, but found nothing. She reached out for his hand, a sad look on her face.
"It's almost lunch." Silently she led him down to the Great Hall. His mind contained thousands of questions. And he hoped Ginny would have some answers. After twenty minutes of sitting and no sign of his sister, Ron started getting worried.
"Lavender, where's Ginny?" He asked, turning to her. She had a pained expression.
"Well… you should ask Pavarti… because…er…she's much better at these things…" She stammered, examining her feet.
"Lavender!" Her head shot up. "Where the bloody hell is my sister!" He practically screamed.
"Ron, she's-she's dead." It took a moment to penetrate his thoughts. Ginny was gone, and never coming back. He'd seen her the night before and she was so happy…
"H-how?" He managed to croak out. His girlfriend wrapped him in a comforting hug and whispered into his ear.
"I know it's hard Ron. But you really need to get past it. It's been three years…" He pulled away.
"Three years?"
"She died down in the Chamber of Secrets. No one could figure out how to get in there." She pulled him close again. Ron didn't know what to think. He'd seen Ginny only last night. And she seemed very much healthy, not to mention alive.
"Wait… Harry saved her!" Ron said, forgetting that Harry liked Draco now.
"Malfoy? Please! Him and his brother were probably the ones who sent her down. After all, he can speak parseltongue." She argued with a scowl on her face. Before either could say another word, the first bell rang.
"Come on, Defense is first." She led Ron silently through the halls. They walked so slow, everyone was seated by the time they reached the classroom.
"S-settle down, c-class." The professor said, stepping out of his office.
"Quirrel? What about Umbridge?" The red-head whispered.
"Who's that?"
"Never mind! How's Quirrel teaching? He died in our first year!" Lavender's face fell.
"You need to get help Ronnikins. You can't remember anything."
"No, I don't! I'll prove it!"
"How?"
"Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban in our third year."
"Yeah…"
"And he mysteriously escaped death." Ron said triumphantly.
"Ron, an executioner killed him after he received the Dementor's Kiss." She looked really worried now.
"And the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Cedric Diggory won." Ron's heart sank.
"W-what about Hermione?" He breathed out.
"She's dating Cedric… why? You and her have practically hated each other since you met." Ron stood up.
"Professor, I don't feel so good." The supposed-to-be-dead teacher nodded. Ron walked to the hall and quietly closed the door behind him. He then broke out in a dead sprint in search of Draco.
"I…" Ron started before he turned and ran off. Draco just stared at Harry.
"Come on. Lunch is about to start and I'm starving." Harry said as if none of this was odd.
"We have twenty minutes!" Harry shrugged it off and instead turned towards the dungeons .
"Parseltongue." The wall opened up to reveal plush, black, leather couches.
"Remember when we found out I was one?" Harry thought back, plopping down on the closest couch. "Yeah, how could anyone forget." The blonde reminisced.
"You were so eager to help me with the Chamber. Soon the Basilisk did exactly as we told it." Draco's eyes grew wide.
"And we got that great oaf thrown into Azkaban for life! And Dumbledore too!" Slowly, as Draco listened, he began to forget that the boy he had apparently done so much with, used to be his enemy.
"Ha, and that summer when Pansy tried to kiss you. You screamed like a bloody girl, mate!" Harry lay laughing as Draco took a seat across from him.
"How about when she tried to sneak into your shower, Har?" Blaise said, sitting next to Draco.
"Funny. What about when Dray got you to eat yellow snow? Not laughing now, are you Blaise?" Harry threw back. Draco watched as his best mate threw a green pillow at his now adopted brother.
As the trio sat, and Draco listened, he almost started believing Harry really had lived with him for the past three years.
"No!"
"What?" Blaise asked.
"Er…" The blonde had accidentally voiced his thoughts. "No… we… missed the first five minutes of lunch!" He quickly got up and headed for the Great Hall.
"Malfoy!" Ron called.
"Weasley!" The two met at the base of the stairs.
"Everything's different! Quirrel's still alive." Ron said.
"Harry and I controlled the basilisk!" Draco added.
"Cedric's alive and he won the Triwizard Tournament!:
"Harry, Blaise and I have been best mates for almost five years."
"Hermione hates me, and I'm dating Lavender Brown!"
"And… did you say you're dating Brown?" Draco asked, switching topics.
"Er… yeah." Ron blushed. Draco simply shrugged.
"Anyway, we need to get this back. You-Know-Who has the Sorcerer's Stone!" Ron said, getting back on track.
"No one else knows what's going on!" Draco whined.
"I bet McGonagall does!" The Weasley led the way to the Headmistresses office.
"Er…"
"You don't know the password, do you?" Smirked the Slytherin.
"Oh, shove it up your arse, Malfoy!"
"Draco! We've been looking for you forever…" Harry rounded the corner, followed by a confused Blaise.
"Why are you with a Weasley?" He asked.
"None of your business. Weasley, be out front of the library, midnight. Come alone." He said in a threatening tone. Then, without his fellow Slytherin's seeing, he winked.
"Later, Weaslebee!" The trio walked off to eat.
"So, we're going to ambush him?" Harry asked.
"I'm a man of my word, P…Harry. I go alone." The other two boys shared confused looks.
Ron found a seat next to Lavender. He stared at the plate she had filled with chicken legs, mashed potatoes, cheese biscuits, and a dollop of chocolate pudding.
"I think after this I should take you to Professor McGonagall." She said carefully, staring intently at her fork.
"Alright." He had wanted to speak to her earlier, and he didn't want to scare Lavender more then he already had. She beamed at him.
While Lavender began to jabber away about who knows what, Ron glanced around the room.
Fred and Lee Jordan were sitting a few seats away writing something down.
"Where's George?" Ron asked suddenly stopping Lavender's babbling. She stuttered the answer out.
"D-don't you remember?" When he shook his head, Lavender sighed.
"You and your brothers found out about the stone in first year. When you tried to find more in the restricted section, Fred got caught while you two ran. Then he tried to hex Snape, who'd found him, and got expelled."
"For attacking a teacher!" Ron cried. Lavender returned to her meal thinking deeply about something.
Ron continued his scan of the Hall. He noticed Hermione wasn't at the table. When he turned to look for her elsewhere, he saw Cedric walk in holding her hand. The Weasley's blood boiled. He felt ready to pop when she gave him a kiss on the cheek before running off the Gryffindor table.
Ron allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs towards the Head's office.
"Toucan." His girlfriend said. The stone gargoyle sprang to the side, revealing a moving spiral staircase.
"I'll meet you here after class. Bye love." She gave him a good-bye kiss and headed for Charms. Ron slowly made his way up to the door.
"Come in." The door opened itself and Ron stepped through.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley. And what brings you here?" The Professor said. The Gryffindor hesitated before taking the seat across from her.
"Professor, I-I was just wondering…" He paused, figuring out the wording of his question "Have I ever gotten along with Harry P-Malfoy?" The woman appeared shocked, but recovered quickly.
"Mr. Weasley, you and Mr. Malfoy have been enemies since your first night here. You disagree and compete in everything you do. Why on earth would you think otherwise?" She asked, shocked.
"I… it just… Did the Malfoys really open the Chamber of Secrets three years ago?" He blurted out.
"While I believe it, there was no evidence. Why do you ask? After all, you were the one who first thought of them." She asked again. Ron couldn't believe his ears.
'Bloody hell! What's wrong with everyone!' The red head thought wildly. He got up and walked out without another word.
Lavender was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
"Ron, I couldn't wait through class. But on my way here I ran into Draco Malfoy… he wants you to meet him near the Divination room as soon as possible. You want me to come?"
"No, I'll go alone. I'll see you later, Lav." He gave her a quick kiss without knowing why, and jogged off to the stairs. He turned into a shortcut to hallway before the class.
Draco was standing at the far end, pacing uneasily.
"Weasley." The blonde's eyes were huge. "I know I said to meet me at midnight but I couldn't wait. We have to talk now."
"Why aren't we by the library?"
"Pince kicked me out. But that's not the point!" The Slytherin began pacing again.
"I was in the library trying to figure out what happened. And I found out that when two spells collide, a new, major spell is created. We used Flippendo and Stupefy. Red and blue make purple… or Lilor." He paused expecting the other to react.
"So?" Ron asked.
"So!" Draco practically screamed. "So, that spell changes the life of the one it hits, Harry, and affects the rest of the entire world's memory except those who cast the spells…!"
"Us!" Ron said, now in complete understanding. "So we're the only ones who know Harry's supposed to be a Gryffindor?" He asked.
"Exactly."
"In the entire world?"
"Right on."
"Bloody hell!"