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A month ago

Draco groaned as he woke up from a bed that was certainly not his. He felt nauseous, disoriented, and clearly confused. The last thing he remembered was giving Jade the watch she had been ripped from in the Malfoy Manor when she had been kidnapped. He had not been able to find it until now, on Jade's wedding, which was rather curious.

Some things are meant to happen at certain times, he presumed.

He only learned that it had belonged to Dumbledore the moment Jade saw the watch, and the moment she touched it, they disappeared into oblivion.

Clearly, something had happened. Being that Draco was now in a bed, he reasoned that he must have dreamed of it all. However, as his eyes scanned the room he was in, he realized well that he was not at the Burrow at all. There were many beds in the room with him, all their sheets being bright red and gold, as well as everything else in the damn place.

Who had such awful taste? He thought to himself, standing from the bed he had been lying in. It was worse than the god-awful orange that painted the Weasel's bedroom in the Burrow.

He realized quickly that he was not the only one asleep, far from it. Many boys were sound asleep beside him, making him frown. Just where was he? He couldn't recognize any of the faces.

As he sat up on the bed he realized one thing. He was wearing a red flannel pyjama, one he was certain he did not own. He wrinkled his nose, what was this even about?

He stood up and then his feet bumped into a suitcase that could only belong to him, being that it was written very clearly Draco M-

He stopped breathing.

It wasn't written Draco Malfoy.

It was written Draco Anderson.

Who the bloody hell was Draco Anderson? Draco knew no pureblood with that last name.

He did a quick search through the suitcase to find Gryffindor Robes and a wand, and he wrinkled his nose. This was not his wand, nor were the robes his. Why would he have Gryffindor robes?

Why would he have any Hogwarts robes at all?

He scanned the room, and reached to the conclusion that he was in the Gryffindor dormitory. That was the only thing that made sense.

But how had he arrived here?

With much reluctance he changed into his robes, knowing well that if he went anywhere with that flannel red pyjama he would curse himself. It was horrid, he couldn't be seen with those.

Not that the Gryffindor Robes were much better, alas.

He quickly walked downstairs and realized he was in none other than the Gryffindor Common Room. It must be. Red and gold were everywhere. It was warm, welcoming, and rather bizarre. Very different looking than the Slytherin Common Room, that was certain.

"Draco!" a female voice said, making him jerk around to face none other than a red-head. He did not recognize her. Hell, he never saw this woman anywhere. She did have something familiar about her, but he could not recall what it was.

"Yes…?" he replied. Clearly, the woman knew him.

"Were are your books?" she said as she looked down at his empty hands. "We have Advanced Arithmancy in a few minutes!"

"They were in my suitcase." Another voice said, one rather familiar to Draco.

Jade.

She handed him the books with a smile, before the red-head sighed in relief.

"Let's go before the professor gives us a detention! I can't believe I agreed to wait for you to go." The red-head said.

Jade snorted. "Lily, no one would ever give you a detention."

Lily, Draco mentally repeated in his mind. He heard this name before. Where? He had no idea.

"Come on, Draco, are you coming?" Jade urged him, her eyes clearly saying they had to go before Lily would chop their heads.

"Why are we the only ones awake?" Draco then asked, thinking that this was an easy question. He'd ease through it. Clearly, Jade didn't seem at all bothered by what was happening, neither did she seem to question her presence in Hogwarts at this time and place, when she should be marrying sodding Potter.

He had always been against this rushed wedding, but he knew Jade was looking forward to it. What game was she playing?

Or was he still dreaming? If so, why did he feel like he had complete control over his actions? The setting was too real, too.

"Remus is already there, I bet. And James and Sirius refused to take the class, because they needed their beauty sleep." She replied, rolling her eyes in obvious annoyance. "And Peter is too stupid to take those classes, you know that."

Remus. Sirius. Peter.

Now those names were awfully familiar. Remus Lupin, the teacher he had in third year. Sirius Black, his cousin to the second degree. Peter Pettigrew, whom had been a loyal, yet filled with fear, servant to the Dark Lord.

This couldn't be.

Jade was talking about them?

"Jade, wait." He said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the Common Room, Lily already gone. Perfect.

"What is it, Draco?" she asked, sighing.

"Well." He began, unsure how to word his sentence. If she didn't recall the wedding, it perhaps wasn't a good idea to ask directly what had happened at the wedding.

Potter! He had to mention Potter! Perhaps scarhead had done something for this to happen.

Or maybe it was just a dream. Draco had trouble believing that option.

"What about Potter?" he thus asked.

There.

Jade narrowed her eyebrows. "I just told you James refused to take the class. Are you alright, Draco?"

He gaped at her, eyes widened. James Potter. She was talking about James Potter. How could he have not made the link? He knew James Potter, he was Harry's father. Everyone knew that. Snape had mentioned him quite enough, and how he despised him.

"You know what?" Draco coughed. "I don't feel too good. I think I'm going to go back to bed, won't hurt if I miss a class." He shrugged. "Don't make…Lily, wait any longer."

Jade was clearly not believing him. He knew that look well enough. "Fine. You do sound…odd. I'll see you in the Great Hall." She said before she took off, leaving Draco to himself.

He didn't know what to think.


Draco had paced in the Gryffindor Common Room for hours, trying to make sense of the information he had gathered. First, Jade didn't seem to question anything that was happening. She didn't seem to remember Harry, either. When he had evoked the Potter name, she had thought of James, his father.

Were they truly in the past? There was something awfully odd about it. How could they had travelled to the past? They had no time turner. Besides, could a time turner even bring them back that far into the past? And how was it that Draco remembered everything, and Jade nothing? And how was it that she knew everything about the past, and he had no clue? Yet, from what he could deduce, he was a part of their group.

How bloody odd.

Also, there was the matter of him being a Gryffindor. How did that happen? Draco wasn't brave. Granted, he was arrogant and stubborn like Gryffindors were, but brave? Draco was a coward, on the contrary. He refused to step up to Voldemort, despite how he hated the Dark Wizard because of how he had corrupted his father. He could bring up every excuse about how it was to save his parents, but he knew that if he had been a Gryffindor, he would have done no such thing, he would have sacrificed himself for the good cause, like every bloody stupid Gryffindor does.

And that wasn't Draco, at all.

This made absolutely no sense. If he was correct, his parents would have graduated last year, or would graduate this year, maybe. How could he be in the same timeline as his parents, whom had not conceived him yet? How could he be a part of a past? Being transported to the past was one thing, but this Lily person sure knew who he was, and she certainly did not seem to come from the future.

This made absolutely no sense at all.

It was giving Draco a headache, and by the time he was done trying to wrap his mind around it, the Common Room started to be filled with other Gryffindors, none of which Draco recognized. Not that he should have known everyone in Gryffindor at any time of his life, but if he had been in his own time, he would have recognized at least a few of them.

This was a disaster, if anything.

"Ah-ha! Knew you wouldn't want to go to that stupidly, numbingly-boring class." Exclaimed a voice behind Draco, making the blonde turn around abruptly.

He gaped at the Gryffindor who had spoken, Draco unable to believe what, or rather who, he was seeing.

James Potter stood before him, with his robes all crooked and messy hair. Even if Draco had never met him before, he knew who he was. It was clear. He looked exactly like Potter, if it wasn't for the scar. They had practically the same round glasses, the same hair, and the same face.

Okay, maybe not that much. But they did look alike, that much was certain. If Draco wasn't mistaken, James was a bit taller, and had different eyes. That, he noticed.

"You okay, mate?" James asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde before he let himself fall on the red leather couch, putting his feet on the coffee table.

"Huh, yeah. I just didn't get up on time for the class. Who wants to wake at insane hours for Arithmancy?" Draco wrinkled his nose.

James snorted. "That's right. It's a useless class, trust me."

Another Gryffindor arrived behind James and laughed. "Oh sod off, Prongs. If you were clever enough you would have taken the class to stare at Evans' hair."

"Shut up, Padfoot." James scowled.

Padfoot.

He had heard that name coming from either Lupin or Snape, late at night. Of course, Draco had not been spotted by either professor, the two being always overly busy looking for damn Potter wandering around into the night.

If Remus was in class, and this was James, Padfoot had to be Sirius. Draco had met Peter, and clearly, this was not him. The Gryffindor before him stood tall, with long hair down to his shoulder, and was actually pulling it off, not that Draco would mention it.

"Now, now, I believe a good breakfast is in order." Padfoot suggested, kicking James' feet off of the table.

"Where's wormtail?" Prongs asked.

Sirius shrugged. "Probably trying to get off the tickling wax I put all over him this morning when I woke up?"

James laughed. "Good one, Sirius."

Draco wrinkled his nose. He knew about those, and it was horrid to take it off. It could take hours, if not days. And during the whole time, you were tickled and laughed uncontrollably. Not that it ever happened to him, thankfully.

The two Gryffindors were already at the door, while Draco had not moved one inch. "You coming?" James asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Absolutely." Draco said as he followed the two, James still staring at him with suspicion.

"There's something you're hiding from us." James finally said when they arrived at the table, sitting across from Draco, beside Sirius. "Spit it off. Is it about Evans?"

He was tempted to ask who Evans was, but it would perhaps only make it more obvious that Draco was not at all in the right place, or time.

He thus shrugged. "I don't know what you're going on about, Prongs." He said.

"So?" James insisted. "Did you tell it to Evans?"

Draco looked away, filling his glass with pumpkin juice. "Tell what?"

"You were supposed to tell her about my latest Quidditch moves! Come on, we talked about this. Jade refuses to let a good word for me to Evans, you know how she is. You were supposed to tell her. Did you tell?" James asked, very insistent.

Draco remained silent. Did he tell? He had no recollection of his past in this timeline, so how in the bloody hell was he supposed to know the answer to that?

It didn't help when Sirius started laughing about it. "Look at him. He didn't do it."

James frowned. "You wanker! Don't tell me you fell for Evans?! If so, you are officially going against the Marauders pact of-"

It was Draco's turn to frown. "Are you bloody out of your mad? I didn't fall for Evans. I don't fall for people, much less the woman you're obviously obsessed with." He replied, rolling his eyes.

James squinted. "Are you absolutely certain? She has her ways, with her hair…"

Draco turned to Sirius. "Make him shut up about Evans. What is it even about her hair?" he snarled, turning to James. "Get a grip, honestly. It's pathetic."

James gaped at him, before Sirius bursted into laughter. He patted James' back, unable to stop laughing. "Oh, the truth in those words! Honestly Prongs, Evans is hot and all, but this is seventh year. You can get all the ladies! Forget about Evans."

James rolled his eyes, shoving Sirius off of him. "Indeed, this is Seventh Year. This is my last year to prove to Evans that I am not the idiot she believes me to be. Either you help me, or you shut up."

Draco snorted. "Right. Good luck with that." He said before he took a bite of his meal.

Sirius sighed, lifting his arms in the air, resigning. "I give up! You can chase after Evans all you want, I'll go have my fun with the ladies." He chuckled before he turned to see a group of girls giggling, walking their way. "Speaking of which.."he began, smirking.

"Good morning!" they said in unison, giggling before they gave the three of them sheets of paper written HOMECOMING DANCE in moving letters. "As a part of the Muggle Studies class, we are hosting a homecoming dance! They are very popular in Muggle culture." They explained, before moving on, leaving the three the time to read everything that was said on the paper.

Draco frowned. Was this a bloody joke?

"Perfect!" James said, raising from his seat, holding the paper with victory. "I will go to the dance with Evans! Oh, she'll love it. It's a muggle dance. Perfect, perfect, perfect."

"Sit down, Prongs. You're making a fool of yourself." Sirius noted. "But, I have to admit, great plan. That is, if Evans actually accept to go with you."

"Oh, she will. I'll find a way. Who are you going to go with?" James then asked.

Sirius smirked. "I'll take note of every lady who asks me and then we'll all see who is the prettiest, and I'll go with her."

He seemed rather content with his decision about this dance, the smirk playing on his lips until he heard the words from the fellow Gryffindors, seated only a few inches away.

"I know just who to ask." A male blonde said. "I'll ask Jade. Did you see how she-"

"No you're not." Sirius immediately responded, staring at him.

"Excuse me?" the blonde replied, raising an eyebrow at Sirius. "We all know she's not going to ask you, Black." He said with a smirk.

"And who said I wouldn't ask her? She'll never choose your ugly face instead of mine, Branson."

"We'll see about that." Branson replied, rolling his eyes before he gathered his books and left with his friend.

Sirius snorted. "What a tosser."

"He's got a point." James said, in between two mouthful. "She'd never ask you."

"Oh, I was only playing him." Sirius shrugged. "Seriously, Draco, tell me you don't want this tosser to go out with your sister."

Draco had been rather busy thinking and eating until this point, the blonde taking a sip of his pumpkin juice when Sirius had spoken. He immediately spit it, literally choking on the juice. "What?!" he replied in between two loud coughs.

Sirius wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Seriously, mate, something's wrong with you."

"Even if Draco would approve of him, I certainly don't." James pointed out, eating still. "Branson's a sodding idiot. He tried asking out Evans a year ago."

"What if Jade says yes to him? Y'know, she says she is clever and all, but we never know, in these female brains." Sirius declared. "Perhaps I should take the matter into my hands, to protect her, of course."

Draco snorted, trying to stay in the conversation. "She'll never say yes to him. He's not his type. Although she does seem to like tossers." He said, unable to wrap his head around the fact that Jade was supposed to be his sister?! How was that possible? Draco didn't know how, but he certainly would have to figure it all out. Because truth was, the more he was spending time in the past, the more it was started to give him a headache.

"Then that settles it. I should take this into my own hands." Sirius declared.

James squinted. "No."

"What?! You prefer that she goes with Branson?"

"I don't think she will allow you to choose for her, she's pretty stubborn, she'll most likely decide her-" Draco began, but he realized rapidly that the two were not listening to him.

"I don't trust you with Jade. She's clever enough to refuse to go with Branson. She'll probably go with her favorite book, and spend the whole night talking to it."

Draco laughed. He couldn't believe James' words, but boy, they were accurate. If there was anyone Draco knew that was as obsessed with books as Granger was, it was Jade.

Whom was apparently his sister.

He couldn't wrap his mind around it.

At all.

"Oh really?" Sirius challenged his best mate. "You know who else will be doing that? Evans. Have you noticed how those two have become close? I wouldn't be surprised if Evans refused to go with you, to go to the dance with Jade and their books with sniff them all night long." He voiced. "Of course, that problem would be solved if I would take Jade to the dance. Nothing will happen, Prongs, you know she's like m'boy."

James squinted, unconvinced. However, since it involved Evans, he considered Sirius' point. Those two had become close, especially this past summer. Considering the two would be taking multiple advances classes with Draco, the three of them had spent a great deal of their summer already studying for their classes – hence why James had kept bothering Draco this whole time to tell good words about him to Evans – and now, the two would most likely always be together, being always in the same classes and all.

As Draco watched the two he couldn't believe how he was sitting right in front of Sirius and James. They were both dead. Yet, they were talking to him, and right now, they were very alive. Not thinking that Voldemort would come soon and destroy all of their lives. Not thinking that their friend, Peter, would make it all happen.

It gave him a headache, even worse than before.

He was supposed to be their friends. James and Sirius certainly treated him like one. He was supposed to be Jade's brother, for Merlin's sake! Yet? He was no such thing. He was Draco Malfoy, the one who became a Death Eater and failed to kill Dumbledore because he didn't have it in him.

He felt nauseous again, and the next thing he knew, he was falling from his seat, unconscious.