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Another Time

Chapter I: Confusing Awakening

When Draco awoke again he still had a headache but it had reduced to a dull throbbing. The sun had continued her walk and now painted the world in the orange light of a late afternoon. He slowly sat up and contemplated the latest happenings. What had happened? What was the last thing he could remember before waking up here for the first time?

'The final battle...
Fighting...
All those people... dead...'

** Draco stumbled across the field, trying to at least slow the bleeding of one of his more severe wounds,
not dwelling on the possibility of his friends being part of the nameless masses that he saw motionless on the grass,
and arrived in the clearing almost a little late.
There he stood... panting but proud and ready to face Voldemort... **

'Potter...'

** The fight did not take long. Voldemort's frail body shook with exertion and soon even his most advanced spells and curses could not make up for that.
Harry saw the opening and send his final curse, and Voldemort hoping to at least take him with him countered it with one of his own 'Avada Kedavra'.
And then... everything faded into white... **

'Come to think about it this is the same clearing...
They would not have just left me here, I am sure.
And there is nothing here that indicates that a fight, never mind the greatest battle of Hogwarts, took place here not too long ago.
It just does not add up.
It was that strange light probably. Now I only need to find out what exactly it did...'

The blonde carefully stood up, lest the dizziness should return, before heading into the direction he expected to find Hogwarts in. The forest he passed through strengthened his suspicion but as he finally saw the school all doubts vanished. It was dark already but the difference was not something you could see. This was not Hogwarts, not the one he knew; it had a completely different feel to it.

'Just what the hell happened?
Could it be a trap? No it does not feel dangerous... just different...
But of course it could not hurt to be cautious.'

A wordless spell and Draco's usually stunning features vanished under a mask. Honey brown hair, a little bit shorter then his own, fell over dark blue eyes and curled in his neck. He looked more then ordinary compared to his usual looks - but that was the aim, was it not? This glamour was a strong one but it could not take care of his dirty and bloodied appearance. A simple reparo though let the ripped clothes mend themselves.

Now he was ready to face the mystery that lay before him.

~:+:~

Albus Dumbledoor was pacing again. Something was... well, not exactly wrong, just unusual and he was uncertain as to how to approach the issue. It had been far into the Forbidden Forest at first, staying there for such a long time that Albus had thought it might just stay there completely, nothing to spend another thought on. Gradually, it was very powerful but a lot of the beasts in the forest had strong magic.

The problem was that this particular object was not a beast; the magical signature was that of a witch or wizard. And as they then moved into the exact direction of his beloved school with an accuracy that made it hard to believe they had not been there once before, he began to worry.

They were close now, remaining at the border of the forest for a moment longer, then moving across the lands to the front door.

The headmaster was on his way to the entrance without another thought; should this person be a thread to the students he would make sure to stop them before they even got the chance to do anything.

He stood a little ways into the entrance hall, the main doors had just opened to let in the stranger and now Albus was waiting to be noticed and the reaction that would follow.
The sight that greeted him was certainly not one he had been expecting:
Standing before him was a boy, not overly tall or masculine and the same age as the oldest of his students, clutching tightly at a thin silver chain around his neck in insecurity.

He was powerful, yes, but did obviously not mean any harm.

What really came to be a surprise to the all-knowing old man was the reaction the young man had to his presence.
He stopped, stared, then a look of desperation, hope and pain crossed his face.

"Professor Dumbledoor... You're here...? But... I don't understand... How...?"

Albus regarded him with his twinkling blue eyes, a calm smile gracing his lips.
As he turned to the direction of his office and slowly began walking he was sure the other followed...

"Would you care for a lemon drop, my boy?
You must know there is a whole bowl of them in my office as I find them to be very enjoyable at all times of the day.
And quite calming they are, too – almost as good as a nice cup of tea.
If you should prefer one of those to the delicious sweets, I am sure we can find some in my office, too...
What works best for me in such stressful situations you seem to be currently in is a nice pair of thick wool socks. I especially love the purple ones...
And I'm sure Dobby would not mind getting you a pair, too..."

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