Like my AU drabbles, this is another bunch of Harry Potter drabbles. These ones involve time-travel though. The possibilities of these kinds of stories are just limitless and I love to play around with them. So here are a few. Some may have multiple parts added later, or not. We'll see.

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTT

It was all so wrong. One minute, he was falling asleep in Gryffindor tower, secure in the knowledge that his own personal demon (aka Tom Marvolo Riddle aka The Dark Lord Voldemort aka The-Snake-Faced-Baby-Hating-Personification-Of-All-That-Is-Evil) was finally, thoroughly and utterly vanquished. The next minute, he was woken by a horribly familiar screeching voice that was definitely not welcome in his all-is-right-with-the-world view of life.

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTT

Severus Snape stared down at the child who had opened the front door. Not much could be seen of him, only that he looked disturbingly malnourished, due to the fact that his clothes were at least five sizes too large and had to be rolled back so that his hands and feet were free. His head was downcast, leaving his face obscured by untidy dark hair that was so familiar to Snape that he felt ill. There was no doubt that the boy had inherited his much-hated father's hair. But then the child raised his eyes to meet Snape's and the Potions Professor had to physically stop himself from reacting. Those vivid green eyes could only have come from Lily. Not only that, they were far too deep and dark for a child so young. They reflected an old and weary soul, who'd seen too much suffering in its short, unhappy life. The desperate and horrible pain hidden in their depths was masked by the curiousity in the shy gaze now focused on Snape. The man sneered out of habit.

"Potter, is it?" Before the boy could answer, a bellow echoed from somewhere within the house.

"Well, boy? Who is it and what do they want?" An enormous man waddled out into the hall and Snape's eyes narrowed. His gaze flickered momentarily to the thin-looking boy, who seemed to be trying to fade into the background, before returning to the morbidly obese man before him. Apparently the Boy-Who-Lived's home life was not as perfect as everybody wanted to believe.

"I don't care what you're selling, we're not buying it!" the overweight muggle snapped. Snape's sneer became more pronounced.

"Be silent, Dursley! I'm here to escort Mr. Potter to Diagon Alley for his school supplies." The pathetic lump seemed speechless.

"What are you talking about? What school supplies?" he eventually spluttered and Snape raised an eyebrow. Surely this whale of a muggle knew about Potter's acceptance letter?

"Why, his supplies for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of course," Snape replied tartly. The man's spluttering cut off and he looked as if he were choking on something. His face was turning a multitude of colours and eventually settled on an ugly purple hue.

"You're one of those freaks!" he spat, a vein throbbing in his temple. "Well, I won't have it, you hear me? We swore to stamp that sort of dangerous rubbish out of him and I'll be damned before I let any of your sort encourage one in my house! The boy may have had those abnormal, worthless parents of his, but we'll put a stop to his freakishness, I can tell you that! Now, get off of my property and stay away from my family! Never contact us again!" The man was practically frothing at the mouth by this time and he slammed the door in the wizard's face. Snape, however, had heard enough. He calmly drew his wand and, after checking that no muggles were watching, blasted the door open.

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT

An hour later, Severus Snape was striding towards the edge of the crumbling wards around the house, Harry Potter in tow. His magic was roiling angrily around him as he shifted his grip on the small suitcase in his hand and turned to the boy. He was carrying a tatty-looking backpack and had still not spoken a single word in Snape's presence.

"I'm going to be apparating us to the Leaky Cauldron, so I need you to hold tightly onto my arm," he instructed curtly. Emerald eyes watched him warily for a moment as a strange emotion flickered across the boy's face, too quickly for him to catch. Seeming to come to some sort of decision, he nodded once before a small hand wrapped itself hesitantly around Snape's forearm. Without wasting another second, Snape apparated them away. Potter released him the moment they appeared, but as he didn't seem to be suffering any sort of discomfort from his first apparition, Snape hurried him into the small pub. After leaving the bags with Tom, the barkeeper, they made their way into the empty courtyard. As the doorway to the Alley opened, Snape turned towards Potter, curious about the boy's reaction. He felt his heart clench painfully at the look of pure joy and hope on the child's face, his bright eyes wide and sparkling behind his battered glasses. Snape tried to remind himself that this was James Potter's brat and that he would no doubt become just as arrogant as his father once he realized how famous he truly was, but the words sounded false, even to him. There were too many similarities between his own childhood and Potter's for that to ever happen. Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of cupboards and punishments, he turned to see the boy waiting patiently for him.

"This is Diagon Alley, where we will be getting your school supplies. Since I never got to properly introduce myself, I shall do so now. I am Professor Severus Snape. I teach potions at Hogwarts and I am also the Head of Slytherin House. You will refer to me only as Sir or Professor, is that understood?" He swept off, stalking through the crowds towards Gringotts, Potter keeping close behind.

XXXviewchangeXXX

Draco knew that a Malfoy never felt nervous or unsure. So he would emphatically deny showing relief at the sight of his godfather stepping into the robe shop. After all, his parents had trusted him to get his robes on his own and he did not need any adult supervision. His curiousity was roused, however, by the boy who followed behind Severus Snape. His clothing was deplorable, but even the large sweatshirt was unable to hide the fact that he was small, his hands and face thin and his skin paler than Draco's. He had a mop of black hair and a pair of spectacles that looked as though they had been broken a fair few times. Behind those spectacles was a pair of eyes that, even though Draco had never seen the curse himself, could only be described as Avada Kedavra green. Who was this ragged urchin and why was Draco's godfather escorting him around Diagon Alley? The Malfoy heir tried not to stare as the boy was hustled onto a stool beside him and instead greeted his godfather politely.

"Ah, Draco! I take it that your parents are off collecting the rest of your school supplies, are they?" Snape smiled and Draco nodded. Snape then turned to the boy who was apparently also attending Hogwarts, even though he didn't look nearly old enough. After all, Draco was not a tall boy, but he easily topped this child by a good few inches.

"Potter, I'd like to introduce you to my godson, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Harry Potter." Draco felt his jaw drop. This scruffy child was the Boy-Who-Lived? Recovering himself quickly, he smiled politely.

"Pleasure to meet you," Draco greeted him. Potter nodded hesitantly. He seemed to be rather uncomfortable, so Draco tried to put him at ease.

"So, do you like quidditch?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, Draco carried on talking, telling the smaller boy all about his favourite team and what position he wanted to play if only they would let first years onto the school teams and how he hoped his father would buy him that new racing broom that had just come out, the Nimbus 2000. He could see Potter relaxing and he even gave Draco a small smile as the blonde enthusiastically described all the new features of the broom. Draco was actually a little disappointed when he was told that his fitting was done. He felt better though when Harry said quietly that he hoped to see Draco on the train and his godfather caught his eye and gave him an approving nod. Grinning, Draco nearly skipped from the shop, snickering at the thought of what his parents would say when he told them he'd met with Harry Potter!

XXXviewchangeXXX

Snape inwardly blessed his slightly-spoilt godson. Potter had eventually relaxed enough to speak. For all his faults, Draco could be very charming when he wished to be, and while Snape was willing to bet that Potter had not understood half of what the blonde had been talking about, he knew the shy boy appreciated Draco's attempt at being friendly. Indeed, it seemed the encounter enabled him to ask if he would be allowed to purchase a few extra books that weren't on the prescribed reading list. Snape was slightly amused when he saw the size of the pile of books Potter had emerged with. He didn't know what type of books had caught the boy's interest, but almost smiled when he saw that 'Quidditch through the Ages' was right on top. Apparently Draco had had more of a beneficial influence than he had first thought.

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT

I'm thinking of doing this entire story from everyone else's POV, except for our little time-traveler. It should be interesting to try, if nothing else. I already have the next three parts for this planned out, roughly. I can't wait.

DeadFoxy is signing off.