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Chapter 2

I opened my eyes. I was sitting on my bed in my Hogwarts' room.

The room was spotless and decorated in the same way it had been before I'd taken the potion. 'It was a dream.' I muttered, feeling my heart contract with pain. 'A dream.' I looked around the room, feeling tears well in my eyes. I looked at the clock. 18th October - the day after my father had died.

I must have fallen asleep after I'd got the letter from my father. And now it was the morning and everybody would know he was dead. There was a knock on my door. 'Go away!' I shouted.

The person knocked again, obviously not put off by my words. 'Fuck off alright? I don't want to talk about it and I don't care what any of you have to say!' They tried to open the door. Anger flared through me. I stormed over to the door and unlocked it, flinging it open. 'What part of go away don't you.'

A pair of amused green eyes sparkled as they met mine. 'Good morning to you too Drake.' 'Harry???' 'The one and only.' He squeezed past me through the door and flopped down onto my bed.

My mouth had dropped open and I stared at him in shock. 'Shut the door Drake it's freezing.' He fluffed up my pillow. 'And while you're at it shut your mouth- are you trying to catch flies in there or something?'

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. 'Drake? Draco? Hellooo? Earth to Malfoy.' 'Huh?'

'Door.' He reminded me. 'Oh right.' I shut it slowly and edged across the room to sit on my desk. 'Jesus Dray what's up with you? You look like you've seen a ghost-' he considered this choice of words, 'metaphorically anyway cuz lets face it seeing a ghost round here wouldn't be anything new would it?'

I ignored him. 'You're here.' He laughed softly. 'Of course I'm here. Its ten in the morning on a Saturday, I'm hungry and you're not bloody ready yet. Where else would I be?'

I shook my head, trying to wake myself up- because this had to be a dream.

'Draco.' He whined. 'Will you hurry up cuz I'm absolutely starving.'

'Yeah.I just need to.' I tried to stop looking at him, 'have a shower.'

'You had one last night.' He said reasonably, standing up and walking over to my wardrobe quickly selecting some clothes and tossing them at me. 'Just get dressed and then we can go eat.'

I waited for him to leave but instead he settled back onto my bed and began leafing through a book.

Oh God what did this mean we were? Were we friends? Were we lovers? Were we either? Both?

I tried to remember the spell- I was sure it had said that I was supposed to know what was going on.

I changed quickly, shivers going down my spine as I realized that Harry could look up at any second.

He didn't, much to my both relief and disappointment. 'Ready?' he asked, leaping to his feet and heading for the door. 'No!'

He sighed and turned back slowly. 'What now?' 'My hair!' it was natural and in my eyes unlike its usual slicked back style.

He shrugged. 'It looks the same as it normally does.'

'Oh.' I digested this piece of information. What else did I do differently? Harry led the way to the Hall and I watched him as I followed him in. So the spell had worked. What the hell did I do now? I hadn't thought about what I would do if the spell worked- I just assumed I'd deal with it when it happened. Now I wished I'd inherited the planning gene from my father.

A new thought struck me- my father! Was he still alive? I couldn't exactly ask As we sat down, he began heaping food onto his plate. 'About the Christmas Ball.' He said suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. 'Harry it's October.'

' I know I know. But I was thinking that I'd ask Mina to it.' He said to me as he leaned to pick up a piece of bacon.

'What?' I whispered, hoping I'd heard him wrong. 'Mina. You know- the brunette in Ravenclaw?' He asked hopefully. No. He had to be kidding me.

Was he trying to tell me that I'd travelled back in time, rearranged the past at risk to my life and the me in this world hadn't even had the guts to make a move on him??? After four years???

'What do you think?' he prompted. I guess he was.

I coughed softly. 'Uh yeah sure. Why not.' His face fell. 'That enthusiastic huh? Oh well guess I better choose a new victim.' He grinned at me. 'No.' I shook my head. 'Mina sounds.great. I just.' He looked at me inquisitively.

'I just gotta go.' I pushed my chair back; 'I'll see you later.' And I bolted.

I reached the door to the common room out of breath, barely able to say the password. The portrait swung open and let me in.

'Nice try Dray- you almost beat me that time.'

I jumped about six feet off the ground. Harry was sitting on a chair in the common room looking perfectly relaxed.

'Harry.' 'What's wrong Dray?'

'Nothing- I'm fine.' 'You've been acting really weird.'

I froze, shit- busted. 'Every time you see me you just start acting like a completely different person. What's changed between last May and now?'

'Listen. Harry-' I did a doubletake. 'Last May?' 'Yeah- that's when you started acting strange; listen Dray I'm your friend- so talk to me.' Wow. Harry didn't think I was somebody from another reality who had altered time to get him. He thought I was mad at him.

A thought struck me. Last May??? That was when I'd fallen for Harry- in the other reality anyway.

I guess some things weren't so different after all. 'I've just been doing a lot of thinking I guess.'

'What about?' his green eyes were genuinely curious. I shrugged, feeling a bit nervous. 'Stuff.'

Stuff? Stuff??? Since when did I say "stuff"??

'Ah.' He nodded. 'The whole Death Eater thing right?' I choked. 'What?'

'I'm not stupid Draco. I know your father wants you to become one.' I tried to calm myself down. 'Well then I guess you know what my answer's going to be.'

I hoped he did- I sure as hell didn't. He smiled sympathetically at me. 'Dray you know that I'll be on your side no matter what you choose.'

Hang on! What exactly did that mean? Did that mean that he'd literally be on whatever side I chose or just that he'd support me no matter what I chose.

I really did not want to be the reason that Harry Potter hope of the wizarding world went over onto Voldemort's side.

'Dray. I've been thinking.' He changed the subject quickly. 'Your father's not coming to pick us up from the station at Christmas is he cuz no offence Dray but I really don't think I can stand sitting in the carriage with him for the entire journey.'

That was it. This truly finished me off for the day. 'What?' I yelled.

Harry looked at me like I'd grown another head. 'You can't come home with me!!'

'Why not?' He looked hurt. 'My father will KILL YOU!!!' Harry sent me an amused look. 'Dray he hasn't tried to kill me the last four times I've been home with you- what makes you think he'll start now?'

Harry had been to my house before.four times. My father wasn't dead. I needed to sit down. 'I need to sit down.'

I sank down onto a chair. 'Dray? Dray are you ok? You look really pale- talk to me!!'

I was an idiot. A stupid selfish idiot. I hadn't thought about the consequences of what I'd done. Anything could be happening or could happen because of my stupidity.

I'd never given Voldemort a second thought. Voldemort wanted to kill Harry; Harry was my best friend who I secretly fancied; I was the son of a Death Eater; said Death Eater wanted to do what Voldemort wanted. And that, now I'd taken the time to actually think about it, was a bloody large problem.

'Harry?' I croaked. He was by my side in a shot. 'Yeah?' 'The TriWizard Tournament.'

'What about it?' 'The winner.'

'Cedric? What about him?' Harry was looking extremely concerned by this time.

Cedric. Diggory was still alive. I'd turned the world upside down.

The blackness closed in on me and Harry's voice became fainter and fainter.

What had I done? I hit the ground.
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