Only Time Will Tell
By
In A Pickle
Dedicated to Shadowglove
Disclaimer: If this was really Rowling do you think this couple would ever be written. Highly unlikely, I would think. So I don't own so don't sue.
AN. Hey does this coupling have a cute little pet name yet? I think it should be Jamco hee hee. This is my first time writing anything other then H/D and it because of Shadowglove's brilliant story that I wanted to do one too.
Summary. When Draco Malfoy wanted a place to hide 1977 wasn't quite what he had in mind. Slash Jamco.
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Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling
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"Permanent?"
"Yes Draco. We cleared the scarring up the best we could but the spell cause server damage." Madame Pomfrey said softly removing the bandages.
Draco looked up to his Godfather for conformation.
"Your very lucky that dunderhead Potter didn't kill you, if I hadn't been the one to find you then the scarring would have been the least of your problems. "
Draco nodded absentmindedly. He watched, transfixed as the bandage were peeling off his torso. He hissed when the final layer tugged off his sensitive pale skin. The scarring was burning pink against his glowing white skin. He cringed at the slashes across his chest. It looked hideous. Potter was dead meat.
"They'll fade soon enough. They will end up being close to your natural skin tone once your body has recovered from the shock." Madame Pomfrey fussed uselessly over his pillows, fluffing them up.
"But they'll still be there, won't they." Draco snapped.
"Yes Mr Malfoy. I am sorry there isn't a lot we can do." Madame gave him an apologetic look. "Your free to go. No quidditch for three weeks at least." She said sternly. She didn't have to tell him twice. Quidditch was the last thing on his mind. He had been considering quitting. If it wasn't for the small pleasure he got out of competing against the Golden boy, he would have ditch the team at the start of the year.
He looked up at his Godfather, then deliberately at his arm where the mark laying hidden. If Pomfrey had seen it he would be in serious trouble. It had been his worst nightmare since the thing had been craved into his skin. With a look from the potions Master he knew he was safe for now. Safe from what, he didn't know.
He was a dead man walking.
The task of killing the Headmaster was looming over him like a dark cloud. The pressure to complete the task was getting to him. He knew that his Mother's life was riding on it but Draco had never killed anyone before.
Snape walked him out of the infirmary and down the hall.
"Draco just let me help you. Is your pride to strong for you to save your mother?"
Malfoy glared up at his Godfather.
"This is my task. He gave it to me. Only me. Leave me alone Severus." He snarled at his Godfather.
" Do you really think you can do what must be done?" Draco froze solid in the hall. "Your not a murderer Draco."
"Not yet." The teenager muttered bitterly before storming down the hall and around the corner.
He was angry and yet he had never felt so defeated in his whole life. He had always dreamed of the day he could do something to make his Father proud, he just never thought it would cost another man his life.
Draco wasn't in the mood to play politics with the nosey Slytherins and Snape was probably haunting the dungeon corridors. There wasn't much to do but go back to his task of fixing the vanishing cabinets. He made his way up to the room of requirements pacing in front of the invisible door. If only there was a way to avoid the war altogether. If only he could run away and hide somewhere safe. They always said, no place was safer then Hogwarts but in this era even Hogwarts couldn't up hold it's name.
Draco almost jumped when the door appeared out of thin air. It was only his Malfoy poise that kept him grounded. He frowned at the door. He hadn't thought about going to the room of hidden things, so what in Merlin had the room done? Maybe it knew his request good enough now it didn't need him to say it.
He opened the door and entered a room. It wasn't the usual junk pile Malfoy was use to seeing. In fact the only thing in the room was a big wooden door and frame. Slowly Draco circled the room finding the wooden door stood by itself with nothing behind it.
It was just a door. Suspicious Draco went back to the front of the door.
"Let me guess, all I have to do is walk through and magically all my problems will be solved." He snorted to himself. He turned to leave the way he had come in. As his fingers touched the door handle to the room of requirement, he frowned. Why would the room give him a door?
It got the better of him, he spun around and walked over to the freestanding door. For some reason the door scared him. Something about it had Draco on edge. He scowled, no door was getting the better of him. He had stood before the Dark Lord, some silly door wasn't going to get to him. He pushed it open and stepped through. The door slammed shut behind him and he stared at the empty room. He scowled realising he was in the exact same room. He circled the door again just to be sure, feeling somewhat disappointed. The room must have been malfunctioning. What else would he expect, Hogwarts truly was going to the dogs.
Draco yawned deciding to leave the cabinet until tomorrow. He wasn't planning on turning up to potions anyway. He stopped off at the boy's bathroom. He checked the toilet stall for any Weasley products that kept showing up. The first stall had been too tampered with the bother with so he moved onto the next one which only had a spell to repel pee back onto the poor unfortunate soul who tried to use the loo. Draco cancelled out the spell before relieving himself. He went to wash his hands when he caught his reflection.
Permanent.
Bloody Potter.
The word echoed in his head and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He undid his shirt looking at his damaged torso. It was an ugly mess. Red and painful. He trailed a finger along one of the scars horrified that this was there forever. The bathroom door began to turn as two people talked on the other side. Draco quickly did up his buttons. The last thing he needed was someone seeing this abomination. As he straightened his tie as the door was finally opened. The teenage boy who walked in was gorgeous. He had black shiny hair and gray eyes just like Draco's. Unfortunately he was a Gryffindor, Malfoy scowled.
"Why aren't you wearing your uniform?" The boy asked when he caught Draco staring. Draco looked into the mirror noticing his Slytherin tie and Hogwarts crest was missing off his attire.
Malfoy scowled. The room of requirements had stolen part of his identity. Draco Malfoy was not in the least bit pleased.
The dark haired boy was waiting for a response still and Draco narrowed his eyes before shrugging.
"Oh, are you that new kid from Durmstrang, Remus was talking about?"
Suddenly the door flew open before Draco could tell him he wasn't a sodding new kid and he should mind his own damn business. A tubby blonde boy tumbled in, gasping for breath.
"You've got to come quick Padfoot, James is about to do something really stupid!"
The boy with the ridiculous nickname grinned brightly. "Pete, James is always doing something stupid. Lets go watch, point and laugh." The dark hair boy winked at Draco like he was part of the gang. "That's what friends are for." The two boys were out the door in seconds betting on how Lily would hex their friend James. Draco shook his head, Gryffindors were a different species, possibly from another planet. Draco looked back at his school robes cursing the room of requirement. Why did it have to make his life more difficult?
He wonder out and down stairs to the great hall hoping to drag Goyle and Crabbe away from the sweets before they made themselves sick. That pair had no self-control.
It was when Draco arrived at the great hall he noticed something was very wrong about Hogwarts. He scanned the Slytherin table twice. There was not a single person he knew. No Pansy, No Theo or Crabbe and Goyle. Nobody.
His eyes jumped over to the Gryffindor table. The lack of Weasley red had Draco pause for a moment before dismissing it. He searched for the Golden trio. The bushy hair of Granger was normally the easiest to spot, typically by a Weasley red head. The closest thing to red was a girl with auburn hair screeching at some poor house mate. Potter. Draco scowled. The black messy haired boy jumped onto the Gryffindor table boldly.
"Lily, my beautiful flower." He paused for effect but the girl with the auburn hair didn't look impressed. In fact it looked as if she was debating which hex would be painful enough for this blunder. "Go out with me?"
Draco did a double take.
It looked like Potter but who ever he was certainly didn't act like Potter. Harry was in love with the Weaslette not this Lily bird.
"James Potter get off the table this instant!" She hissed, her hands landing firmly on her hips. It was a position she seemed familiar with and the students and the hall began to snigger.
"Not until you go out with me." The Harry look like said smuggly.
"Oh for goodness sake." She snapped. The girl, Lily pulled out her wand cursing James until he laid sprawled out on the floor.
"Is that a yes?" He called out hopefully from the floor.
"Never going to happen Potter." She snapped storming out of the Great hall. Draco stood routed to the spot.
Malfoy could have put it all down to not knowing the Gryffindors very well but when a teenage version on his Godfather raced out of the hall after Lily, Draco couldn't deny it anymore. Something was very, very wrong.
"Where the hell I am?" Draco gaped.
"Your at Hogwarts mate." Sung a student passing him by.
Hogwarts. Yes that much he could tell but there was something nagging at him. He snatched a Daily Prophet off a first year Hufflepuff starring at the cover. How in the name of Merlin had he ended up here? Had the room of requirements seriously thought this was a safe place to hide? Before the war?
When Draco Malfoy wanted a place to hide, 1977 wasn't quite what he had in mind.
"You must be the new student from Durmstrang." Professor McGonagall looked almost the same as the she did in the present. Of all the wretched things to go wrong, he had gone and got himself lost in time.
"Not exactly." Draco was stunned.
1977.
Now what?