What's the Astral plane? It's a charm that separates a person's subconscious from their conscious state. Extremely dangerous and if you do it wrong; both subconscious and conscious state can dematerialise, worse than obliviating yourself. It's rare and unknown… with that said Professor Minerva McGonagall knows all about it. She knows everything, no doubt about it. My name is Draco Malfoy and I was stupid enough to use the Astral charm on myself. I went back in time to try and change the future.

My future and countless orphans, parents and students futures. You see, there was war, it was huge and killed a lot of innocent people. I played my part in the war as the bad guy, now though… Now I'm fighting for the good. I spent a year with my 'enemy' Harry Potter, or as I still find joy in calling him, scarhead. Got placed in Gryffindor, became friends with people that I never thought would care to give me the time of day and started to really trust people for the first time… in a very long time. I never went through the hardships that Harry went through, but I can assure you that it was never a picnic down in the dark side. I've been through hell and back, I could never say that people got it worse or I did, because whatever a persons going through depends on how they handle the situation.

I met Harry again and he gave me the astral plane remedy that I told him to hold on for 7-8 years. He seemed more than glad to see me, but I had to leave. I had to go back and complete my second year of Hogwarts. I needed to find the Chamber of Secrets… so here I am now. Currently at home researching about the Chamber of Secrets because I never thought to ask the future- present… um… I hate time travel. I never asked my 19-year-old Harry about the Chamber of Secrets. Why? Because I forgot that's why! Stop judging me.

"Draco dear, are you ready to go to Blaise's house?" Mother called. Of course Father wasn't happy that I got sorted into the Gryffindor house but I don't really care. I smiled to Mother and nodded eagerly. I needed to get to Blaise's house and use the floo from their chimney to get to the Weasley household. I ran over to the fire, Mother already knew about the plan and was more then welcome to hide this from Father. I laughed and walked over to the floo.

"Off are you, Draco?" Father called. I cursed under my tongue and turned to give my father a nice innocent smile.

"Yes, I'm going to Blaise's house, Father." I strained out his name and turned to the fire.

"Goodbye," I turned around to see him already walking to the door.

"Bye, Father," I whispered under my breathe. I looked back at the fireplace and walked in. Mother held out the silver clay pot in front of me. I took a handful off the floo powder and shouted Blaise's address. Green flames consumed my body and for a moment I saw Aunt Bellatrix performing the cruciatus curse on me again. I stumbled out of the fireplace and coughed up some soot saliva, violently.

"Oh! Draco! You're here!" Blaise's mother ran over and fussed about me. Mother and her had talked and she know about the plan. Blaise was sitting on the sofa reading a book and eating some gummy snakes. I gave him a shaky wave he smiled slightly and nodded. Right, we still weren't friends yet. That was definitely going to change, maybe not this year, but definitely in some time. "Here dear," she gave me a glass of water with I gratefully took. I stumbled to the fireplace and nodded to Blaise's mother, Mrs Zabini. She held out the pot and I took a handful of the floo powder.

"Weasley's Burrow!" I shouted nice and clearly, I closed my eyes to the green flames and fell out of their fireplace. I lost my footing on a carpet and fell over one the twins.

"Hello Draco!" I groaned and rolled off him.

"You don't look pleased to see us." Wow? How'd you tell?

"Well we'll be off!" thanks the gods. I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Draco!" I smiled at the familiar voice, Ron!

"Hello mate!" I smirked as Ron rolled his eyes. "Hey I think I'm getting good at talking like you guys!" I laughed. Ron laughed and grabbed me over to sit down for lunch.

"It's not the best compared to your manor but it's-"

"Amazing! I love this place, it's so cool. Malfoy Manor is so big and boring, black and gloomy. Over here it's- it's homely and warm." Ron smiled at me appreciatively. I looked over at his family who seemed over-the-moon at my statement. I laughed and sat down next to them.

"Well it's nice to know someone likes our home, otherwise these lot trash it." Mrs Weasley looked around at all the boys who started to laugh. I stood up and took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Weasley. A lovely home, and your son Ron here… I guess I could say he's a'right!" I smirked at Ron who looked astounded. Mrs Weasley blushed a little and gave me a huge grin.

"It's Molly, son I never had," she exclaimed.

"Oi!" all her sons complained.

"Oh hush now, here have a seat." she guided me over to the dining table. I sat down next to Ron. It looks like all the Weasley kids had their eyes wide and jaws dropped.

"What?" I asked.

"You." That has to be Fred

"Sucked up-" George.

"To." Wow, even Percy.

"Mum." Ron finished. Ginny nodding her head furiously.

"It's part of the Malfoy way of life to hold women to highest of regards," I exaggerated in a posh accent.

"I've never seen mum so happy in her life… okay that's exaggerating it a bit. But you get the point," Ron said. Before I could reply Arthur Weasley walked in.

"Hello children!"

"Hello dad."

"Hi dad."

"Sup' dad,"

"Good morning Arthur,"

"Mr Weasley," I nodded acknowledging his presence. He sat down and nodded back.

"Malfoy."

"Weasley." I looked over at Ron who was snickering into his sandwich. Molly smiled as she gave me a sandwich. Fred and George looked over at me and gave me a wink. I blushed and turned to look at Arthur who was in the middle of his cheese and ham sandwich before he dropped it and turned to me. Everyone burst out in fits of laughter. I smirked and looked over at him.

"Malfoy,"

"Hello, Mr Weasley. I'm Draco, I'll be staying with you guys. I'm sure Ron has told you about me." I raised a brow at Ron who nodded and stuffed his face with sandwiches. I rolled my eyes, "typical,"

"Well it's nice to meet you." He extended his hand and I gladly took it. I gave a firm handshake before turning to Ron.

"Has Harry sent you any letters?" I asked Ron who shook his head.

"I thought that he was ignoring me, then I remembered his uncle and aunt."

"Same, do you think he could be in trouble?" I chewed on my lip and looked at Ron worried.

"We'll send him letters tonight. Besides, he probably at least read letters, maybe he's not allowed to give replies." I nodded and went back to eating.

"Okay it's the last day of the summer holidays and Harry hasn't replied to any of our letters. What if his uncle won't let him come back to Hogwarts this year?" I tried to stress the fact that Harry's uncle isn't a sane person. He's pure evi- no Umbridge is… but still. "We're going to rescue him."

"Um… how?" Ron asked.

"Take the car!" we both looked over at the Weasley twins who were standing in the doorway.

"What?" I shook my head and looked back a Ron to give me some type of explanation.

"Come on, let's go now!"

Was this plan full proof? I mean I thought so until Harry's fat uncle held onto his ankles trying to pull him back into his room. I had my legs dangling out of the car as Harry held onto my ankles. I was laughing. I know, I know, but could you really blame me? Really? I was holding onto Ron's arms as tightly as I could.

"Go! Go! Go!" Ron shouted over to Fred who was driving. George was at the back giving us all moral support. Slowly I made my way into the car. I replaced my legs with my arms as I wrapped them around Harry's upper body. Eventually Harry's uncle let go and we all fell back. Harry fell right onto my body, I smiled at him. He looked down at me and we both smiled.

"Happy Birthday Harry."