Disclaimer: This story is based on characters owned and created by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Pairings: Harry/Scorpius, Scorpius/Harry, Draco/Astoria, Neville/Hannah, and Ron/Hermione.

Rating: NC-17/R/MA

Warnings: Slash: Male homosexual relationships, violence, adult language, sexual situations, sexual intercourse, Post-DH, EWE, and Time Travel.

Fortuitous Find

Chapter Two

Scorpius just stared at Harry, hardly believing of the situation he'd found himself in. When he'd come outside during his free period to get away from the many admirers, he certainly hadn't expected to find Harry Potter. The man had been missing for twenty-five years now.

He felt a slight tug and glanced down to see that Harry's hand was retreating from his. For one moment, he was overcome with panic and he wanted nothing more than to snatch that hand back into his grasp. However, good manners would not allow him to act in such a way.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Is McGonagall still the Headmistress?" Harry suddenly asked. She was one of a small number of people he'd trusted that hadn't betrayed him by spilling his secrets for the world to see.

"Yes she is," Scorpius replied. "I can take you to her."

Though it wasn't really a question, Harry felt it would only be proper to answer. After all, Scorpius Malfoy was the closest thing he had to a real friend at the moment. "Yes, I need to see her," he said.

Scorpius nodded and turned around, leading the way across the grounds.

Harry followed along, his mind in a whirl of confusion. Twenty-five years? Merlin, his godson Teddy was an adult now! He could be married! Harry winced as that thought crossed his mind. Tonks and Remus has entrusted their son to him and he'd failed as a godfather. He could only hope that the boy had been well taken care of.

As they walked up the steps and entered Hogwarts, he could feel its magic reach out and caress him. He trailed his fingers across the stone lovingly before following Scorpius through the Entrance Hall and up the staircase. His eyes were darting around, noting differences. Some of the portraits had been moved, or were missing all together. A hallway that had previously been full of suits of armor was lined with tapestries.

If he hadn't been explicitly told that he'd traveled forward in time, he would have simply assumed that Hogwarts had rearranged itself once again. Yet, the smooth lawn and the Tempus Spell had proven the truth of Scorpius's words.

His attention centered quickly when they approached the stone gargoyle. It looked exactly the same as it had before. He allowed a soft smile to appear on his face. Even if the world was changing around him, it was good to know that one of the Hogwarts' guardians remained unchanged.

"Padfoot," Scorpius said succinctly.

Harry's heard jerked back at the password, shock and pain flaring through his eyes. Sirius... Sirius had been dead for over a quarter of a century now to the rest of the world, and not even two years to him. The aching throb in his chest may have dulled slightly over time, but Harry doubted that it would ever fade away.

Scorpius saw him twitch back and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"No, not at all," he replied.

"Are you certain?" His gray eyes blinked and he scanned Harry from top to bottom, Harry's condition finally penetrating the shock of finding Harry Potter alive and well at Hogwarts.

Harry was covered in blood; it was caked and dried on his body. He had tired smudges under his eyes that would surely become bruises if he weren't allowed to rest soon. His shoulders were lowered, as if the weight of the world still resided upon them, for their master had not yet been able to process the fact that he was free. Or perhaps it was the weight of betrayal that now weighed him down, not the weight of the wizarding world's safety.

Scorpius reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at Harry and opened his mouth to speak, but found himself slammed against the wall with a wand at his throat before he could speak. "I should have known that—" Harry began bitterly.

"You're covered in blood," Scorpius stated calmly as he cocked an eyebrow. "I thought it'd be best to remove it before you saw the Headmistress."

Harry glanced down at himself in shock, and then blushed slightly when he realized that Scorpius was telling the truth. He lowered his wand and backed away. "I'm sorry, it's just habit. I don't like it when people point their wands at me."

Scorpius would have smacked himself for not realizing that earlier if he'd been anything but a Malfoy. He needed to remember that while it'd been over two decades since the war in his time, Harry had left the final battle mere moments ago. Of course, he was going to be twitchy and defensive. "May I?" he asked.

Harry nodded slowly, but kept a careful eye on Scorpius's wand.

"Scourgify," Scorpius said as his flicked his wand precisely. The blood that had been caked and smeared on Harry vanished, leaving him looking less gruesome than he had moments ago.

"Thank you," Harry said.

Scorpius nodded once as he appraised the cleaner Harry Potter. He was very fit, but he still looked exhausted. "Should we make a detour to the Hospital Wing before seeing the Headmistress?" he asked. Once again, that was something he should have asked immediately. His father would have been disgusted with him; he was being an imbecile.

"We're already here," Harry said, motioning at the gargoyle.

Scorpius sighed. Harry was just as stubborn as his father had told him. "Let me rephrase that, are you injured and in need of medical assistance?" he inquired.

Harry's lips twitched and he sniggered softly. "No, I'm fine. I think the magic healed me when I was sent here. I don't feel any injuries."

"All right then, let's proceed." He stepped forward and onto the staircase, knowing that it wouldn't start moving until Harry was on it as well. The sound of soft footsteps behind him let him know that Harry was on it, and that was confirmed a moment later when the staircase began revolving.

His back muscles bunched up; he hated having someone at his back, it went against everything he'd been taught. However, this was Harry Potter, and if his father was correct, Harry was too much of a Gryffindor to hex him from behind. Also, he knew that there was no chance in hell Harry would have gotten on first and given his back to Scorpius.

When they got to the top, he reached forward and knocked, waiting only for the immediate acknowledgement before opening the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, how may I assist—Harry!" Minerva McGonagall dropped her quill and stared in shock. Harry, it was Harry Potter. "Is it really you?" she asked as she pressed a badly shaking hand to her chest.

"Yes professor, it's me," Harry assured her.

While her mouth was opening and closing soundlessly, Snape and Dumbledore's portraits commented on the situation. "It's about time you showed up, idiot boy," Snape snapped.

"Wonderful to see you, dear boy!" Dumbledore said. "Where might you have been all this time?"

"Here," Harry replied.

"We're not in the mood for your idiocy, Potter. If you were here the stupid dunderheads wouldn't have been wailing hysterically about your demise for the last two decades," Snape snarled.

"Severus, really!" McGonagall said, offended by his tone of voice.

Harry's eyes grew hard as his ex-friends were mentioned. If they'd really been as broken as Snape's comment implied they would have kept the memories to themselves. He clenched his jaw. "I never left, sir. One moment I was facing Voldemort and the next I was waking up outside on the grounds. Thus, I have been here all this time."

Snape's lips twitched the barest bit at the way he'd twisted the words. "And how, idiot boy—"

"Now, now, Severus, there's no need to be rude to young Harry," Dumbledore patronized. He turned his eerily twinkling eyes on Harry once more. "The Hallows, dear boy?"

Harry inclined his head slightly. "Yes, that's the only explanation that makes sense," he conceded.

"Lemon drop?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

Harry's lips twitched, and then he started sniggering softly. His gaze swung over to McGonagall's desk, and the corner that Albus had always had a dish of lemon drops on. It was still there. "No thanks," he replied. His gaze moved slightly to the right, and he focused on McGonagall for the first time. Her hair was almost completely gray now, and her face had more wrinkles than it had the last time he'd seen her.

He inhaled deeply as he realized that there was no logical way to refute the facts he'd been presented with. He really had been sent forward in time by the Hallows. He was twenty-five years in the future, and everyone he'd known had aged those twenty-five years while he'd stayed the same. Some of them had betrayed him, some were surely dead, and others had likely moved on, essentially forgetting the boy who'd once been known as friend to them.

"—ry! Harry!" His head snapped up as the shouted words finally pierced the fog in his mind. "Are you all right?" Scorpius asked a tinge of concern in his voice.

"No, I don't think I am," Harry replied slowly.

A moment later he found himself being pushed down on a couch that McGonagall had just transfigured from one of the stiff-backed chairs. "Rest, Mr. Potter," she ordered primly, though the concern in her eyes belied the slight annoyance her voice conveyed.

"Yes professor," he replied obediently.

Scorpius had just perched on the edge of the couch, when someone knocked firmly on the door. His gaze moved from Harry to Professor McGonagall as she muttered about visits from School Board Governors. He heard her give her consent to enter, and then blinked in shock as his father walked into the room.

"Minerva," Draco drawled, "it's so nice to see you." His eyes scanned the room as they always did when he entered, and his upper lip curled slightly. He paused when he noticed that his son was present. "Has my son—Potter!" he gasped in disbelief, for Scorpius had shifted at that moment, unknowingly allowing his father a direct line of sight to the previously missing savior. "Potter." Draco walked across the room slowly, uncaring that he seemed unable to string a sentence together. "Potter," he said for the third time.

"Yes Malfoy?" Harry asked cheekily. He'd never gotten to see this side of Draco Malfoy before, and it was amusing him greatly. He stared into those gray eyes that were exactly the same. Draco looked much as Lucius had the first time Harry had met him in Flourish and Blotts, except that his face was pointier.

Draco finally managed to get control of himself. He smirked and lifted one imperious eyebrow, just as he'd done when they were schoolmates. "What're you doing here, scarhead?" he asked, though his voice was not full of maliciousness as it'd been all those years ago.

Harry tilted his head to the side as a smirk worthy of a Marauder spread across his face. He reached into his pocket and carefully removed the hawthorn wand, Malfoy's wand. He held it up in his hand and said, "Why, I came to return this to you of course, ferret."