Moments in time
Summary: 'Blaise you're too sick, you're in no shape to go forward with the test tomorrow.' Hermione was right Blaise was in no shape to make the time jump but Harry was. HP/DM, AU, Time travel and mpreg.
Disclaimer: I own nothing … I wish I did but I don't so there
Warnings: Slash, AU, Time travel, and mpreg
AN: This story is slash and also contains mpreg. If that offends your delicate sensibilities in any way I suggest you hit the back button on the screen right now before I cause you any distress. Note that any criticism that is related to these themes will be disregarded. This story is also AU and while the characters have some similarities with those in the cannon they are ultimately different… ok now lets begin
Prologue
'… and so after extensive research it can be assumed that Draconis lucius arelius either was killed or…'
"Harry, Harry, are you in there?" Harry stopped writing and placed his quill on his desk and turned slowly towards the library door before replying.
"Yes," it was clear from the tone in his voice and from how his reply was drawn out that he was annoyed to be interrupted. Harry had been working for months on end researching what had become of King Draconis and was finally able to create a rough draft to collaborate all his findings.
Harry was positive that the information he had collected would aid his research partner, however at this point in time he would first have to endure a conversation with his long time friend and surrogate sister Hermione.
The door to the library creaked open and a head full of frizzy hair became visible. Harry let out a sigh showing his annoyance at being interrupted before rearranging himself in the worn leather chair that he had claimed as his own when he had first started using the library.
"Harry, you've been in here for seven hours now, you haven't had a break in five, I love research Harry, but even I now when to stop"
"Yes Hermione, I know but I was almost finished. I only had… "
"I'm sure you only had one paragraph left, but Harry, the last time you said that you ended writing another four pages.
"Blaise doesn't need the information yet. The trial run isn't until next month…"
Hermione continued to talk yet Harry was no longer paying attention to the conversation, he was instead thinking about the trial run scheduled for next month and his past. After his seventh year Harry had thrown himself into training and preparing himself for the final battle against Voldemort. It had taken three years of grueling training under masters of particular fields and professions learning anything that could be deemed necessary whether it aided him in killing the psychotic megalomaniac or helped him in some way to survive.
The war ended on the fourth anniversary of Harry's graduation from Hogwarts, and while the light side did win it wasn't without casualties. No matter what side of the war you were on after Voldemorts reign of terror their wasn't one family that wasn't affected by a death or injury in some way. Harry had lost most of his friends and those he considered family, Neville, Dean, Seamus and the entire Weasley family had died throughout the war, even the Malfoys who had diverted to the light side towards the end of the war were not spared.
But through horrible tragedies bonds form between individuals that undergo hardships and petty differences are soon forgotten, a prim example of this happened between Harry and Severus Snape who formed a tentative truce when Harry first graduated, by the end of the war Severus was viewed as another father figure along with Remus and Sirius, it also helped that Severus, Sirius and Remus had also put aside there differences and formed a relationship of sorts.
After Voldemorts defeat Harry spent a year traveling and getting his head around the fact that he was alive and what he was going to do for the rest of his life. After taking his year sabbatical Harry returned to help Hermione and her boyfriend Blaise with their research.
Harry was brought back to earth with a hit to his head. A sharp burst of pain blossomed on the back part of his skull bringing him out of the past and back into the library.
"Hermione, that bloody kills. Why did you have to hit my head so hard?"
Hermione gave him a look that screamed 'you know very well why I hit you' before stating
"It's your own fault you zoned out and stopped listening. Harry while this research is important its not more important than your health, you're my brother Harry in everything but blood, I'm not going to let you get sick over some trivial trial"
"Hermione I will be fine, besides it's almost time for dinner, let's go before Blaise wonders where we are"
And with that Harry stood up from where he was sitting and walked stiffly with Hermione out of the old library towards the dinning room Draconis would have to wait.