Once again i've started a story without finishing another but, it had to be done.Thisis a slash, and if you don't like it, i really could care less. don't read if you don't like. easy enough.
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. if i did, i would make them get together a long time ago, cause we all know harry's gay, he just can't admit it. off topic. Everything belong to JK Rowling and its her geniousness. And in no way, shape or form am i getting anything out ofwriting this.
I think that covers it, if you, then you all understand. Without further ado, onwith the story.
Chapter 1
The summons to Dumbledore's office was unexpected.
Harry Potter glanced up, and met the silver eyes of his friend across the Hall. Draco nodded; it seemed that he received a letter as well. Nodding back, Harry turned his attention back to the conversations going on around him.
Hermione and Ron were bickering; nothing unusual there. They had finally gotten together in the middle of 6th year. It had been after one of the earlier battles, and Hermione was lying injured in the Hospital Wing. Ron had finally admitted what everyone already knew; that he loved his best friend. He was ecstatic that she loved him in return. They'd been inseparable every since.
"Not that I mind," Harry mused. That had been a dark time for him. The death of Sirius was the final push that he needed to defeat Voldemort. His mind flashed back to that one final battle
He was taunting Harry. The boy was currently being held by two Death Eaters.
"Famous Harry Potter. How does it feel to be the one to condemn the lives of everyone you hold dear? To know that you are the cause of their deaths? Say good-bye."
Voldemort took his time aiming his wand, relishing the victory, and the suffering that would be apparent in the boy's face. He was unprepared for the smirk that appeared. "Good-bye Tom."
Those were the last words uttered before three voices rang out. "Avada Kevada" and as bright green light lit up the sky. When the light finally faded, Harry, Draco and Sev lowered their wands, and as one, turned and walked away, letting the Auors deal with the dead body of one Tom Marvlo Riddle.
That had been months ago.
"Harry? HARRY!"
Harry snapped out of his memories. "What?" he asked the red-head, confused.
Ginny rolled her eyes at her friend. "What's on the note?"
"Summons from Dumbledore, the usual you know."
She nodded before an evil glint appeared in her eyes. "Back to the topic at hand then..." She trailed off at his groan.
"Ginnnn" he pleaded.
"No. Now answer the question."
"Do I have to?"
"YES!"
"Fine. Fine." He then preceded to ignore her.
"Oh no you don't! I know you better than that Mr. Potter. You can't possibly get off that easily."
The bell fortunately rang for class then.
Harry jumped up and gave his pseudo-sister a hug. "See ya Gin. I gotta run." He kissed her cheek and sprinted out the doors before she had the chance to grab onto his robes.
Hermione turned towards her. "Well?" She laughed as Ginny swore violently. "You know how he acts Gin, after all, you are one of the two who are closest to him."
"I KNOW!" She proceeded to storm out of the Great Hall, muttering about stupid and immature boy-heros.
Hermione watched her leave before laughing. Ginny had been on the mission to get Harry to admit his feelings. So far she hadn't succeeded at all.
Harry met up with Draco outside the doors. The two had made an uneasy truce two summers ago when Draco denounced the obvious and supported the Light. Their truce had eventually turned into friendship and the two boys were closer than ever now because of it. Their bantering matches were more for entertainment than to do real harm.
Matching each others pace, they made their was to the Headmaster's Office. "Any idea what it is this time?"
"Nope. Not a clue, and I know they couldn't've found that out already."
Draco nodded and the pair continued in silence to the gargoyle.
"Hershey." Harry muttered, and the two made their way up the rotating steps.
The door magically opened before they reached it. The Headmaster was currently sitting behind his desk when they walked into the room.
"Come in, come in. Sit please. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
Both declined as they took their usual seat; the small couch off to one side.
"Now I bet you boys are wondering what I wanted right?" Draco and Harry rolled their eyes and nodded. "Well! I had an idea!" he pause then, as if expecting congratulations. When he didn't get one, he continued. "As you know, you two are our best fighters, and with Voldemort dead, I'm assuming that everything is going to be a bit dull considering what you two have learned." Both nodded. "I have an assignment that you might be interested in. You see, I have this memory of... well, never mind." he trailed off. "I need you two to teach a class for me."
The boys shared a glance that seemed to say 'he finally lost his mind.'
"Yes a class. You'd have to change your appearances of course, and names, and..."
"Headmaster?"
"Yes Draco?"
"What exactly are you talking about?" he asked calmly, using the tone of one who was talking to a crazy person.
"There's a teaching position open."
"But Headmaster," Harry interrupted. "Everything's filled."
Dumbledore smiled. "Oh but that's where you're wrong Harry."
"Then what?" Draco asked impatiently.
"I want you and Harry to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts..."
"But Moony..."
"...In 1982." The bombshell dropped, and the room sunk into silence.
"So let me get this straight Headmaster, you want me an' Lee to travel into the past and teach?"
"In a nutshell, yes."
It was then that Harry fainted.
What do you think for a 1st chapter? i'd really appreciat your input. i wasn't actually going to post this story, but i was convinced (or so she believes that i was)that i should.So, let me know if i should continue, please.
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