A/N: Hi everyone! This is just a test. Review tell me how bad it sucks (give me details so I can correct.) and if there are any good points point them out to me as well. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Overly pompous flames however are not. Thanks! Hope it's not too bad.

Summary: Harry ends up traveling 17 years into the future and he's surrounded by irony as his thoughts of the future are far from what he finds once he's there. Harry/Tom and Harry/Draco.

Harry was late, not inexcusably late, but when the class you're late to is potions, you better run. And run Harry did, like there was a grim on his tail. As he came closer to the dungeon classroom he spotted the very reason for his haste.

Professor Severus Snape was not at all amused to see Harry potter late to his class. He had been delayed by the headmaster for some rather disturbing news and was in no mood to deal with teenagers. So seeing one of them late to his class and especially seeing that it was Potter, Snape was in an even fouler mood.

"Don't even bother walking into my room Potter! Just stay out and I'll pretend like we never saw each other. Just get the assignment from one of your friends. I don't want to deal with this today!" Snape wouldn't look Harry in the eye, and as soon as he had finished speaking, stormed into the room, the door slamming beside him.

As Harry turned to walk back toward Gryffindor he heard Snape raise his voice through the door. "And 100 points from Gryffindor!" There was a loud outburst from the Gryffindors and another yell from Snape. "Quiet, before I make it 200!"

Harry cringed, knowing that eventually the class would put two and two together and he'd be assaulted by his fellow Gryffindors and jeered at by the Slytherins. Slowly, he made his way back to Gryffindor tower. As Harry passed a side corridor that lead to some abandoned classrooms, he thought he had seen something in the room straight down the hallway.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Harry made his way down the hallway to investigate. As he got closer, Harry thought he heard running water, grabbing his interest even more. Once he reached the door he slowly pushed it open to find a curtain of water in the middle of the room. The curtain was about as tall as a full body mirror, but Harry could not see where the water was coming from or going to.

He walked around it and found not a drop of water on the floor nor could he find how it was flowing. Intrigued, he went back to the front and watched the water. As he stood there examining the curtain an image appeared in the water. The water showed a classroom. Students were there making potions, and a blond man was walking through the aisles checking on the student's progress.

Harry studied the professor's face, knowing that the man had seemed familiar somehow, but the image was not clear enough for Harry to identify him.

Curious, more now then before, Harry reached out to touch the flowing curtain and as his hand reached the surface his fingers passed through, causing Harry to gasp. The curtain did not feel like water and he wondered if his fingers were sticking out on the other side. Peeking around to the back he couldn't see his hand, which he was waving frantically.

Eyes widening in shock, Harry pulled his hand back to him. Deciding that he should leave before he was tempted to peek his head through, Harry walked towards the door. But as he was walking away he noticed he was moving further from the door and so he stopped walking, but was still moving closer to the curtain.

In a panic, Harry began running for the door, which only made his movement backward faster. Harry's panic increased when he felt one of his legs get pulled through and he couldn't pull it back out. He finally gave up and just let himself be pulled through, hoping that this wasn't a trap set by Voldemort.

Once Harry was entirely through the curtain, he was surrounded by darkness, but could tell he was falling. After feeling like he had fallen forever, stone walls appeared around him and he felt hard stone underneath him, his head taking a sharp blow. There were gasps all around him and before he lost consciousness, the blond man Harry had seen in the curtain stood over him, and Harry's last thought had been, That's a Malfoy.