MOOOOOOOOO! First of all, let me say, that I do not ever want to write something this long again. I know that it's only 7700 words, but this is like a whole freakin story for me. I'm lazy okay, read the title. As it happens, I cut some things out. You will notice because I skipped around, like a lot. I'm going to use the line thingy to break my page. This mostly signifies timeskips, but also relates to changes in POV, or a scene. This story is missing a lot of filler, and would basically be incomplete, but I doubt that I will ever right a sequel.
So the plot is on my profile, but in case you do not want to read that: Harry goes to an alternate universe. He shows up a year earlier than causes significant changes to the Potterverse. There are some contradictions and holes, but I really don't care enough to fix them. Make of it what you will. It's more of an outline with story, anyway. Very lackadaisical. Sorry for any mistakes.

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Alternate!De-aged!Hufflepuff!Neutral!Grey!Harry
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The war took a bit longer than planned. Not that anything was planned at that point. Harry thought that he could tell exactly when everything went off course.

Dumbledore had lived, and while that should have been a good thing, it made things just that bit more difficult. Secrets that should have been known, would have been known, had been kept quiet. Harry had wanted to go and search for the horuxes, but noooooooo. Only Albus Dumbledore could do that. Never mind that Dumbles had a very busy schedule. Never mind that at such a slow pace Voldemort was bound to notice pieces of his soul being destroyed; and even if he didn't, he would check on them at some point. None of that mattered, because Albus Dumbledore was still alive, (if with one less appendage,) and still in control ,and Harry had to be young for just a little while longer.

Well, he did go to school that year, but he was not going to waste it turning mice into teacups, (or silver spoons, though that one was a bit useful.) Harry got his training, even if he had to do it himself. The Room of Requirements was no longer a viable option, but as it happens, nobody thought of doing anything about the Chamber of Secrets, which proved to be wonderfully useful.

Harry went through his annual battle to the possible death, survived, and proceeded to graduate.

Harry had been happy, if only because he had made it out of Hogwarts alive. Now he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He had thought of being a Auror, but didn't think of ever going through with it, especially with the whole being under Ministry control thing. He was just floating, because really, what could he do with his life with Voldemort still out there?

Ron and Hermione were busy with their whole relationship, plus Hermione being pregnant which added a bit of strain. He and Ginny were not going to happen. He saw her as too much of a friend, and Ginny, after finally getting with him, realized that he wasn't what she really wanted. They didn't hate each other, they just had nothing in common. Harry finally decided to start with looking for those Horuxes, and he took Neville, (who's grandmother had recently passed away,) and Draco, (who was on the run after his whole fallout from the death eaters, and the murder of his parents,) with him. On the way he gained some skills, because there was a lot of down time, and apparently purebloods kept a lot of old magics to themselves. Neville was willing to share, and Malfoy was less willing, but did anyway. Harry, in turn, shared some of the even more obscure magics, considered ancient even when Slytherin was hiding them away.

Of course, finding the Horuxes had been no easy task, though getting them had not been as hard as originally thought. Once the guys knew what they were, it had been relatively easy. Bellatrix had suffered death by Weasley leaving all of the Lestrange assets to Harry, the Lord Black. Harry had had the pleasure of ripping the Slytherin necklace from Umbridge's thick neck when she stopped sympathizing and went down showing her true colors.

Everything had worked out well enough.

The war ended, but life went on, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. Hermione and Ron were happy, Ginny and Dean were together again, Draco and Neville had bonded at some point on their adventure. People had died, like Dumbledore finally kicking the bucket in an amazing (and flashy) battle against no less than 30 death eaters, solidifying himself as one of the best wizards of all time, (and eternally bad ass in the words of one Fred Weasley). It wasn't a happily everafter, but it could be worse. Hell, even Snape had mellowed out.

But …

Harry Potter was tired. He was tired and a bit disappointed, and if he didn't like living so much he would just end it all. But he did like living so he decided to try and live somewhere else. This didn't work as well as he had hoped. People did not feel like letting him go, and they always found him. Which was annoying.

His friends were sad, but accepting. Okay, so not so accepting, but they all thought that he deserved a chance of something better, and if he, Hermione, and Luna said it was going to work then who were they, as pitiful mortals, to doubt it.

They all stood there in a group, and they watched as he stepped forward. One look back and Harry Potter was gone from that world forever.

Harry woke up, and he felt cold and some how unsafe. He tried to took around, but his neck was too weak to support his head. He tried too speak, but nothing resembling words came out. He was well on his way to freaking out, until he realized just what situation he had gotten himself into now.

A baby, huh?

Lily Potter was not unhappy with her life per say, she was just feeling a little discontent. When she had finally said yes to James, she had more or less been humoring him. After her fallout with Sev, she had needed something to occupy her time; something that wasn't just books and research. A small part of her would also admit that she had wanted to hurt Severus, but she wasn't going to listen to it. The real point was that she did not really mean anything by it; it was just something to do.

James had turned out to be pretty nice, however, and they continued to date even after they had graduated. Before she knew it they were married…

Or that's how the story was supposed to go, but instead, before she knew it she was pregnant, and that changed everything.

Its funny how a change in a sequence of events, can change the ultimate outcome. Or maybe it's not after all. Changing even the smallest action can affect the product. Technically the action didn't change as much as the processes and order, but in the end, those were just as important.
The point is, Harry Potter was born a year early, and that changed a lot things.

Both Lily and James realized that their relationship was at on steady decline and there was nothing that they could do about it. Oh, they tried; even James, (not the most responsible of blokes,) seemed to be putting in extra effort to be a… not jerk. They were parents now after all, though a bit more early than planned. They had been planning to get married before Lily had gotten with childe, but somehow it had kept on getting pushed off until they both realized that it wasn't going to happen. James was spending more time with Sirius or working than at home, and even Lily was trying to reestablish her relationship with Severus.

James and Lily were not going to be together for long, it was something that they acknowledge. They were not like Alice and Frank Longbottom, who's son Neville had recently been born, (on the same date as Harry; a happy coincidence.) They had lost that spark, or perhaps they had never had it. Right now the only thing that was keeping them together was Harry…and the war.

Harry was a bit confused. One of many problems with being a baby: he couldn't keep track of information or what was going on in the world. But that wasn't why he was confuse at the moment. No, he was wondering about his parents and their relationship. Or the absence of said relationship.

His parents were not in love with each other.

They didn't seem to hate one another, but their relationship was that of amicable friends not a soon to be married couple. Like his and Ginny's had been. And that was another thing. They weren't married.

What's up with that exactly? Harry may not have known much about his parents, but he knew that they had gotten married at least a year before he had shown up.

It wasn't until Neville had been born that Harry realized that something had definitely changed. And even this was not as big a surprise as when what was supposed to be the Halloween had passed with … nothing.

Okay~. Either Neville was born a year late or, more likely, I was born a year early. God, I've screwed things up again haven't I?

Well, it's probably fates fault anyway.

The prophecy had been a shocker and not something Lily was wont to believe; it was obviously self fulfilling, with the cause and effect clauses. Lily had read enough mythology in her time to know that the best way to get by those was just to ignore them. It seemed, however, that the wizarding world once again put too much stock in such illogical things, and if Voldemort believed in blood supremacy for something like Magic, then he would definitely listen to the words of a prophet if he heard them, (even if that prophet was a crackpot.) Lily had no real doubt that he would. It was like a story book writing itself out, almost humorously cliché, if it hadn't involve her little Hadrian. NO ONE was going to get her baby without a fight.

James would be the first to admit that he wasn't cut out for this father thing. Sure, he like Lily (liked, but maybe not loved,) and he did like the little brat, (who was adorable, if James did say so himself, and that was probably because he had gotten the Potter hair,) but could he actually take care of a baby? Everything seemed to be going faster than he had anticipated: they left school, he was in Auror training, Lily got pregnant, he was an Auror, the baby was born, he was promoted, the war leveled up. He had not gotten any time to think, and now a crazy mass murdering dark lord was after his son. Maybe everything wasn't as it was supposed to be, maybe what he and Lily had wasn't love and maybe they were not going to get a happily everafter, but there was always Harry, (or Hadrian if one must,) and there would always be Harry. No evil bastard was going to take him away, not if he had anything to do with it. James was a Potter, Harry was a Potter, and Potters protected their own.

So James Potter and Lily Evans, and Hadrian "Harry" James Potter moved to a quaint little house in a quaint little village, and under the protection of the fidelius charm. They had picked Peter as their secret keeper because it seemed like the less obvious choice, (especially since Harry didn't seem to like him all that much.) Hopefully this would keep them all safe, if what Dumbledore said was true. And now they could only wait until something happened, and possibly either Hadrian or Neville had vanquished the Dark Lord.

It was Halloween; the Halloween, that Halloween, not that anyone, but Harry knew it. Thankfully Harry could talk now, but he still had to tone down his diction. Was it going to be this hard to play down all of his skills? The best way he saw to avoid too much suspicion was to not talk that often. His mother only worried a bit, but she knew that he could ask for the things that he wanted. His father knew nothing of children, and thought little of it if Lily was not worrying. So, Harry had means to communicate, but should he?

This universe was very different and Harry couldn't assume that even this event would play out the same.

God dammit, why did he have to go after Neville first? Why couldn't he just follow the script like he was supposed to? Why is Neville even here, and where the hell is that pitiful excuse for a father? Stupid Voldemort. Stupid Dad. Stupid hero complex. I really should have seen that shrink when I had the chance.

Lily had to make a decision. Her baby was unconscious in her arms and she was on the spot. Now, she liked the Longbottoms. They were nice and amicable people, and Alice had even been a friend while they still attended Hogwarts. Sure they had drifted apart, but Lily could say that in the heat of the moment, she could probably give her life for them and their child. But this was not the heat of the moment and it was her child's life.

Hadrian was her everything. Her comfort in the night, her little angel, her future. He was the buffer on which her relationship with Sev had healed. He was the product of both her and James, a remnent of their passion before it burned out. Hadrian was more important to Lily than anything, and when it came to his safety, there was nothing she wouldn't do, even doom another.

"It was Neville." Lily said slowly, as if in deep thought. "Voldemort came in here and cru-crucioed me. I couldn't stop him."

Lily paused, and James came over to wrap his arms around her. He could only think, That bastard. If he was alive, I'd kill him again for this. "He looked over the children to choose which one he would kill. In the end he picked Neville, I guess because Neville is a pureblood, or something."

"I see." Dumbledore murmured to the room. He took a closer look at Neville, brushing his hand against the jagged scar on his brow. "Then Neville is the only one who has ever survived the killing curse. Neville is the boy-who-lived."

Both Alice and Frank looked a combination of proud, nervous, horrified, and elated. Voldemort was finally gone, and their son had been the one to do away with him. But, there were still the death eaters.

Lily sat there looking down, as the world picked up again around her. She knew she had just done a terrible thing, but while she felt guilty, she couldn't summon up any regret. I'm sorry, Alice. I'm sorry Frank, but it was for my baby. I'm sorry Neville, but my Hadrian is more important. I know I did a bad thing, but… I know I did the right thing.

What the Fuck, Mom?

Oh shit, oh, God, gods, Merlin, Allah, Buddha, Kami. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! !$$$!~!$^$$%% What just happened? What just-? AHHHHHHH.!

Fate, you fucking whore. I hate you, 'm gonna sick Death on yo' ass. ARHGGGGG!

Okay, I'm calm now. But things just got that much more complicated.

After his father and Godfather had died on a mission when he was 6, he and his mom had lived predominantly in the muggle world, with only periodic visits from 'Uncle Sevvy' to keep them in anyway connected. Uncle Remus sometimes visited on holidays and always sent gifts, but he tried to stay in touch through letter for the most part. Harry was happy with his life, and though he missed Sirius, he mostly missed his Sirius, who had had 12 years in Azkaban to turn him into not a git. Harry was sorry to say that he had grieved very little for his father; without the unconditional love of a child, he had barely even liked him. He was sad that he had missed the chance.

Harry was going to Hogwarts. His mother had strong reservations, and Harry did not necessarily disagree with them. He did not want to actually be at Hogwarts as much as keep an eye on things. But Harry did not think that he would help too much. Harry knew that it was cruel of him, especially since Neville wasn't actually the 'Chosen One', but he really did not want to deal with the fickle wizarding world again. He doubted he could even like the younger versions of his friends anymore. Besides, who was he to interfere when everything was probably very different. Snape was his uncle for Merlin's sake. In the end, Harry's decision was just a morbid curiosity of his.

No, Harry was going to hang back and watch. It might be interesting to see his childhood adventures from an outside perspective. But first he had to decide; was he going to be a Gryffindor again?

Shit, he was going to have to wait a year, wasn't he? What could he do with a extra year?

As it turns out, lots of things.

If you put me in Slytherin I will set you on fire. No! Yes, I'm sure! Fuck off, I'm Gryffindor to the core. Shut up! Yes. Yes! FIRE! No! Not Gryffindor either. Ew, don't put me in Ravenclaw, I would die. Hey, I'm not that bad, besides that's bias. Do you get paid? Then it's not a job, put me in Hufflepuff. Old cloth burns real easy. Whatever, took you long enough. Stupid hat.

"Not Slytherin, eh. Are you sure? Really? You are quite possibly the most slytherine Slytherin I have ever met been worn by. Even your way of going about being a Gryffindor is a bit sneaky. Are you really sure? Absolutely? Please reconsider. No, then better be GRYFF- Not that either. Look kid I like you, your smart and everything, but I don't think Ravenclaw is really right for you. Oh, so you don't want to be there either? I am not sicking you on poor, unsuspecting Hufflepuffs. I'm the sorting hat I'm allowed to be biased, that's practically my job. No, I don't get paid. UGHHH! Fine! I feel bad for the poor HUFFLEPUFF!"

Harry had lived a relatively quiet life with Lily until now, (AN: No, not really, it was just quiet for him, and Harry really isn't one to judge. He's been kicking ass, and learning how to kick more ass, but thems be the follies of a timeskip. You will never know his awesomeness.) and the quiet did not end. He kept to himself, making few friends. He watched as a different Neville made friends with Ron, but not Hermione. It was weird.

Neville wasn't anything like his Neville. This Neville was a lot more confidant and more than a little spoiled. He wasn't nearly as bad as Malfoy was, (and still is, the annoying little bastard, I guess those two won't be getting together again,) but you could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted. It was really to be expected, but it made Harry wonder about Dumbledore and his scheming. Harry loved Dumbledore, (like an eccentric uncle/grandfather,) but he wasn't completely unaware of what a manipulative goat that Dumbledore could be. He practically stated that he did not want Harry growing up like someone like this Neville. Is that how Harry would have turned out if he had grown up in the wizarding world before? Would that have been better or worse? This Neville, for all of his confidence didn't seem as brave and strong as Harry's Neville. Harry had little faith in the guy, and it was a bit worrying. But not his problem.

Anyway, Harry had few friends, but the friends that he did have, he kept close and protected. He had decided to pick up Hermione, since all work and know play often lead her to collapse, and know-it-all-ism. And man was she annoying when she got like that. Harry also collected Luna and Colin when they showed up in school. Or perhaps they picked him up. Luna, Harry understood, but Colin was kind of weird. Just because he had to save his life when he went frolicking though the forbidden forest, [Like an idiot. I mean, really, who does that? Not even for a good reason either, but to take pictures of the animals. Go back to following Neville or something,] didn't mean that Harry wanted a new stalker. But since when has anyone ever listened to what Harry wanted.

There was also the passing acquaintances with the twins. Both pairs of them. Fred and George were still fun loving and mischievous. It made Harry wonder how the joke shop was going to go down; Neville didn't really seem too generous. There were also the Zabini twins: one boy, one girl, both hot as hell. The only reason they weren't mistaken for identical was because of their sexes. They were cool, from a family of darker grey, and allies, in away. Harry did not really remember them well from his own world. Harry was pretty sure there had been only one, and that he tended to stick to himself. Blaise (AN: and I know it's cliché, but I think its cute.) seemed to have his eye on Hermione, not that she noticed. Colin had a bit of a crush on Blaze, but Harry doubted that one was going anywhere. The Weasely twins were the Weasely twins. And Luna was….well….

Harry had his friends, and they were more or less known to the general populace for what ever reasons. He was not, however, and he liked that just fine.

Of course, all good things come to an end and so they did. It was fourth year. The year of the Triwizards Tournament, and probably what would be the year of the return of Voldemort.

Neville and pals had handled the last couple of years reasonably well, considering that the adventures seemed like watered down versions of Harry-tachi. Without Hermione, the whole philosopher's stone would have been a bust, if not for the fact that Neville had a more extensive upbringing than Ron, and simply knew stuff. Neville did not speak parsletongue, and Harry had convinced the basilisk to stop trying to kill people. Neville had brought the diary to Dumbledore, who realized what it was, and destroyed it. There was no Sirius in jail, but a prisoner who actually did want to kill Neville escaped Azkaban. His name was Peter, which Harry was pissed to hear. The Demetors did not stay for long since the Longbottoms would not stand for it. After Neville avoiding the death eater the whole year, Snape eventually was the one to catch him and said death eater, instead of immediately being given the kiss, was held for no less than three days, before escaping. THREE FUCKING DAYS. WTF? If it had been Sirius, they would not have even thought about it. Actually, that doesn't make too much sense. The people seem to love Neville a lot more than they liked me. Harry just drew it up as the people here being more overconfident and pompous. It seemed to be a regular enough occurrence. They were at least semi-competent, which was more than Harry could say about most of the people in his universe. Harry very rarely had to interfere at all.

But that was then, and this is now. The moment of truth. And of course, it didn't go well.

Lily was quite ready to leave as soon as it was rumored that the Dark Lord was back. There was so much that could go wrong. What if Voldemort remembered what happened that night? What if he didn't remember, and wanted Lily to tell him so that he kidnapped her Hadrian as leverage? What if…? What if…? Why were they even still there? They should be anywhere but England: anywhere, but Europe. They would in the colonies by now if Hadrian didn't insist on finishing school at Hogwarts. At least he had decided that they could leave after he graduated. Lily would just have to make sure that it was on the same day.

Voldemort was back, and he was not going to waste any time. There was a pretty even split between the people who believed in his return or not. So unfair, Harry thought. Sure there was trash being spewed about him, but Neville also had a healthy number of people ready, willing, and able to support him. Not that either side was actually doing anything, and of course, the fact that Diggory supported Neville's claims was completely ignored by both of them. Harry was thinking of just packing up his things, throwing his plans to the wind, and hopping on the first mode of transportation off of the continent. Probably a plane, because he was did not want to even contemplate taking a port key across the pond.

But he couldn't leave yet. He had so many more things to prepare, investments and monies to move, and he wanted to make sure that his friends could be with him; or at least safe from the war that had more or less broken out. Secretly.

Voldemort seemed to be taking advantage of the free time that he had, and he also seemed more sane than Harry remembered. This made Harry anxious, because this was another thing that had changed, and without his scar, he didn't know exactly what was happening. Harry could only hope that everything worked out.

Blaise was in a conundrum. On one hand, his family was neutral. He was friendly with a Potter, (the heir too, with the passing of his 17th birthday,) two Weasleys, (who happened to be drop outs, if successful entrepreneurs,) a very loony girl (who was also a Lovegood,) and a mud-muggleborn, ( a muggleborn that even others admitted was weird. He was good at getting information though, the stalker). He was even dating one, (a smart, beautiful, fuzzy one). On the other hand, his family was less neutral then grey, and a dark grey at that. A really dark grey. If push came to shove, they would side with the Dark Lord, who would possibly want him to kill his girlfriend on principle. There was also the fact that that their parents might actually want to know what he and his sister did with their time, and who they spent said time with.

Blaze rather liked Hadrian, (because there was no way that she would call him something so undignified as 'Harry'). She admired him for his crafty mind and unassuming presence. She appreciated the care he had for his friends and how he treated them, even funding the twins(the Red one's) joke shop, which turned out to be a very good idea. But the point was that he would have done so even if he thought that they would fail. As soon as it was known of Voldemort's return, ( and even a bit before,) he was already planning a life somewhere else. He was also giving them all an option as well. Harry was a true friend, but he was also a danger to cross. Blaze was honored to be trusted as much as they all were with his secrets, and she also knew that if she or her twin betrayed them then there would be no place for them to hide from retribution.

Though almost no one knew, there were four sides to the war. More than Dumbledore's, the Ministry's and the Dark Lord's. The Italian twins had chosen theirs.

Everything had been going so well, how had it all come crashing down around him. It was his final year. His Final Fucking Year. Then he could have been gone; with his mother, with his friends. Now. Now! NOW! Everything was officially screwed up, and it was all Neville's fault. And Dumbledore's. But most of all it was Draco's fault, the spoiled little ferret. He couldn't leave well enough alone. How was I supposed to know his father was part Veela? Pureblood, my ass!

Harry had been minding his own business, mentally going over some plans, when Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, and all of his other unimportant cronies came walking up behind him. It only shows how distracted he was that Harry did not actually notice their approach. To everyone else he just seemed all that more absentminded for not taking heed of the sudden silence and dim buzzing of whispers. Neville stood in place for more than a minute before he realized that Harry was simply not paying attention, instead of ignoring him. With a nod, Ron moved forward to tap him on the shoulder, but at the last minute Harry twitched away. Slowly he turned around to level the group with a cold and distant stare that had them flinching back before they could catch themselves.

Neville coughed, regaining his composure. He gave his most charming smile.

"Hullo, ah…" Neville paused seeming a bit hesitant. Harry sat there staring, which was starting to creep Neville out a bit, before he snapped out of it. With a minute shake of the head, Harry seem to see Neville for the first time.

"Oh, hullo," He said with a surprised voice even as his brain was working overtime. What could Neville possibly want? We've never shared even a word together, and he's never glanced in my direction before. Neville took Harry's small greeting as a sign to continue, and he did so with renewed confidence.

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom." He said rather unnecessarily, and slowly, as if he were talking to someone of a foreign language. "I'm sure that you've heard of the whole problem with V-Voldemort?"

Harry was suddenly aware of the fact that the whole hall was listening on their conversation, (they were certainly being quiet enough to hear it,) but he kept his face guileless and puzzled. He could practically hear their thoughts. Gasp, Neville said you-know-who's name. He's so brave, but why is he talking to…Wait, who is that?

"Um, yes." Harry muttered, wanting to shrink back. Go away, Neville. Stop bringing notice to me.

"Well, I thought that since we are both from two ancient light family's, we should ally together against this common threat of darkness." Neville states proudly and far too loudly.

"I'm s-s-sorry?" Harry did not have to fake that stutter. What the hell is this dumbass doing?

"Well, you are the Potter Heir, right, and you came into your inheritance last summer?" Neville said questioned, frowning slightly. "I know because we share the same birthday, but you started a year Hogwarts a year late. The same year as me." Shut up, dammit!

"I don't really see-" Harry was cut off.

" Well, the Longbottoms and the Potters, along with the Weasely's have been the prominent houses of light for a while, right? But since your father died, the Potter kind of fell apart from us. It was only recently brought to my attention that you were the Lord Potter." Dumbledore, you goat. "We all need to come together in this time of darkness, so how about it? Allies?" Neville struck out his hand into Harry's face, and Harry was sorely tempted to try and rip it off. Those words came right from your own mouth, huh, he thought with derision.

Harry stood up, being sure to maintain his muted presents and shy tendency.

"I'm sorry, but I have to contact my uh, um…" Lawyer, account manager, travel agent? "Mother first. I can't m-make these kind of decisions without her. Um, bye." Harry said quickly, and with a few discrete signs to his friends, all but ran from the halls. And once again things get more complicated.

"'I have to ch-check with my m-mummy.'" Blaise mocked with a snicker.

"Fuck off, if your not going to help." Harry snarled as he paced. Blaise only look on with amusement, but then again, Blaise always looked like that. His sister smirked.

"I doubt even half of the staff realized that you existed before today."

"Yeah, well now they all do."

"Is this going to be a problem, Harry?" Hermione asked, from Blaise's lap. "Now that Neville stated it in front of the whole school, everyone also knows you are the Potter heir."

"You showed uncertainty in front of the queen bee, Harry." Luna said looking uncharacteristically sharp. "Snakes can smell indecision. I fear the sattletelat will be hovering over you for some time."

"They might start thinking that you've been keeping it a secret for a reason," Colin chimed in. "They don't even know about the Black, or the Peverell, or the Slyther-"

"I know, guys," Harry said irritated. "I know."

"On the Brightside, love is about to attack." Luna says cheerily, and everyone pauses to look at her. "What?"

What, indeed.

Of course, less than a week later, Harry found out that he was Lucius Malfoy's veela mate.

Joy.

"Go away!" Harry shouted behind him as he speed-walked down the hall. He wasn't able to maneuver around everyone, but at this point he had stopped caring. Harry was just trying to get to his common room as fast as he could without outright running. And if anyone thought his behavior was out of character, they had no time to complain before he was too far away to hear them through the throng.

He needed to talk to his mother. For real this time. Maybe using the mirrors would be better, though Harry did not want anyone to know that he owned them. Firecalling was too traceable right now. Dammit, why did the universe seem to hate him. Malfoy had never even noticed him before Neville had to be a big mouth and point him out in front of the whole school. From then on Harry had somehow gained almost as many satellites as he had before ever coming to this universe/reality. Even his most dedicated ponce had come out to play, and it was actually a bit disappointing how very little his vocabulary had changed. "Potty" "Orphan" "Pity" "My father" Of course, to Malfoy it wasn't too old, but Harry would be lying if he said that it was not as annoying as fuck.

Malfoy had also found out about his relationship with Snape, which was so much more trouble than it was worth. Harry was sure that 'his father' would be hearing about that. Malfoy was more than curious, he was freakin' obsessing about this for some reason. Now, the fact that he was the Black heir was also out in the open and people were looking at him funny. As if he had not been there the whole time, and they had not been the ones to not notice. Of course, Harry had made an effort to keep this all a secret, but that was pure semantics. He was the same Harry as before, they were only just now seeing part of the truth.

A veela! Really! The guy is fucking old enough to be my father, never mind that he's closer to my true age anyway, and admittedly pretty hot for an old guy. I am not dealing with this. I don't care that he is now legally divorcing his wife. I don't care if he would probably die. I am taking my Mom and we are leaving. Luckily, it's ridiculously easy to get off school grounds.

Unluckily, this Voldemort feels the need to show just how much smarter, (and sane, don't forget the sanity,) he was than the one back home. Harry could only hope that his friends had gotten away.

Harry is my best friend. He is all of our best friends. He brought us together, and should know better than to think that we would let any snake bastard pull us apart.

"You guys are so fucking stupid." Harry said as he sat tied to a chair with his friends. They had come to save him, and obviously did not do the best job of it. What are Fred and George even doing here? Normally he would return the favor, but the circle of runes carved into the floor was making it a bit hard for him to access his wandless magic. The storm of emotions in him was also making it a bit hard for him to concentrate, which was key.

"We know, Harry." The group chorused.

"Did I also mention that you suck?"

"Yes, Harry."

"Was there any particular reason that you shouted out after slamming the door open?"

"That's what they do in the muggle 'mobies' that you showed us." This time only Neville answered.

"Hermione should have stopped you." On cue, everyone looked towards Hermione.

"I thought it would be cool." Hermione said, flushing bright enough to see in the dark lighting.

"Yes, well, it was pretty cool." Harry admitted with a smile. It twisted into a smirk. "It would have been cooler if you hadn't been stunned immediately after."

"We regret," began Fred.

"Nothing," George finished.

"If you have to be rescued," Blaze started.

"Then it must be done with style," Blaise continued.

That was style? Harry looked to Luna and Colin, but they just looked away with a huff and regal air. Luna then glanced back at him slyly.

"The whodinis tell me you're almost done with those bonds, Harry."

"Well, tell them to wait a second," Harry replied. "You can also tell them, that even though friends are often incompetent, they are also cool, if stupid, to rush into situations without a plan. Very Gryffindor."

"I will be sure to inform them." Luna said with a pleased smile, mirrored by all of the other faces in the room.

Harry was near to releasing the spell on them when the door opened, and the lights came on.

Lily Evans stood in a silhouette, with both Severus Snape and Remus Lupin at her side and a scowl on her face. "You are in so much trouble, young man. You will not be leaving my sights until you are married."

"Which might be sooner than you had expected." Snape said with a generally unpleasant face. Remus was already moving forward and pulling pars of chocolate from his pocket. Everything was better with chocolate.

"But Mum, I don't want to get married." Harry whigned, with an increasing pitch.

"Too bad." Lily said with a hard voice. "This could have been avoided if we had left after your forth year."

"Don't blame this on me," Harry said petulantly. "It's not my fault Voldemort decided to live up to his name."

Not only is he smarter, (and more sane,) but he also looks better. Harry thought as he glanced towards Voldemort, who sat on what could only be described as a throne.

"Vain too." Harry mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" Voldemort said with a hooded glare. Harry frowned and then pouted. Just because I'm not the boy-who-lived anymore means I don't get a smile? (Smile, smirk, whatever). Does this mean we don't get to banter anymore?

"Nothing, To- I mean, Vol… Mister Voldemort." Harry said not noticing the incredulous looks being thrown his way. "I was just thinking out loud."

"I did not realize that I was boring you."

"Oh, no it's okay."

Harry was a little mixed about this whole marriage thing. On one hand, his friends would probably be killed if he did not. Even if he could get away, that would take a hell of a lot more power than he would willingly show off, and he would be dead tired afterward. Or possibly just dead. There was also the whole wizarding world (of Europe, lets be honest,) riding on this treaty. A treaty between Voldemort and his desperate-rich-people-who-have-all-of-the-money-and-yet-still-feel-threatened-crazy-paranoia-being-a sign-of-inbreeding, and Dumbledore, his boy-who-lived, and the merry-band-of-sheeple. (AN: A treaty mostly written by his mother, Remus, and looked over by Snape. Why did she get to write a treaty? Because she is very convincing, and enough of a doting mother that that even a Dark Lord would have to think twice. She can also hold a grudge.) The boy-who-lived was portrayed as a forgiving peace lover, who decided that revenge was not the best course, and bridging the gap between the light and the dark could heal all wounds. The people who knew better also knew that they were trying to save their arses, but the public ate it up. Harry was once again struck by the difference between how he and Neville were treated by the public.

He would marry Lucius Malfoy, probably have some kids, and not try to escape the country for at least five years. There were also more political conditions, but Harry really did not care too much about those as long as muggles and muggleborns were not being killed or otherwise taken advantage of.

Besides, Luscious is a pretty good catch.

On the other hand, Harry would be married, which kind of sucked. He would also be stuck in England, which was twice as bad. Harry would be the stepfather of a kid six months younger than him, who he kind of hated, and would actually have to put up with Voldy on a semi-regular basis. And would he be getting any glory? Noooo. There would probably be people trying to kill him, just to end the whole deal. Not that they could succeed, but damn, that was going to be annoying.

Right now, the only thing that Harry was looking forward to was the cake, and that was if he could make it through all of the preparations that all of his female acquaintances insisted on.

It was going to be a long three months, and the food better be worth it.

Holy shit, he was going to lose his virginity.

It was the reception and everything seemed to be going well. People from both sides were mingling, especially since the alcohol had begun to flow freely. Very freely.

The ceremony had gone well, better than expected even. Harry had been expecting a brawl at some point, and maybe a couple of duels to the death. Of course, the night was still young.

The wards had prevented any assassins or sabotagers from entering the grounds and tent. Voldemort had been on the sidelines not really interacting, Neville was the ring barer, and Dumbledore had presided over the whole thing. Everyone had kept to their own sides, and if there were any objections, nobody was stupid enough to say anything.

Severus gave Harry away now that everyone was aware that he knew the family, (wonder how he explained that,) and Harry' Maids consisted of Hermione, Luna, His mother, Blaze, and Colin, (who looked good in a dress, if the leers were anything to go by.)

Blah, blah, blah, together. Blah, blah, blah, treaty. Blah, blah, blah, happiness. Blah, blah, blah, magic. Blah, blah, blah, love. Blah, blah, blah. You may kiss your bonded.

Damn, Luscious is good at this. He must have mad stillz in bed. I'm beginning to look forward to this whole wedding night thing.

So, it was all good. Until people started drinking. Then it got better. People were starting to make out in the corners including…Was that Neville and Draco? Huh. I guess they do have a shot.

Harry drank with everyone else, always staying close to his new consort, who got agitated whenever there was a distance between them. Dumbledore was taking this time to subtly antagonize Tom, who had enough skill to throw it all right back. They actually seemed to be enjoying themselves. Sadists. People were dancing all around and having a ball. And drinking. And getting drunk. Drunk enough that Blaise decided to try and eat Hermione's face. Drunk enough that Luna started to actually talk straight. Drunk enough that Snape molested Remus, who blushed, but didn't put up much of a fight. Drunk enough that Colin was going to get some prime blackmail.

Drunk enough to loosen even the stiffest of the tightest of lips. Which Harry's mother did not have.

Lily leaned against Alice Longbottom, looking at her with glazed eyes and a guilty profile.

"I'm so shorwy, Alish." She said with a tremulous sigh as she began to sag. Alice was not holding up too much better. She had tried to limit herself, since they were in public and this was one of the weddings of the century,(second only to her beloved Nev's.) The limiting had not actually worked, as the reception had started more than six hours ago and showed no sign of slowing down. She was lucid enough to hold Lily up, but only just.

"Whatcha you sorry abou?" Alice asks. If Lily is apologizing, then Alice should know what she is forgiving her for.

"Im schawwy fo ly'in 'bou Neville." Lily explains as she tries to stand up straight. Ordinarily this would have amounted to some suspicion on Alice's part, but now she was just curious.

"You lied abou Neville." Alice states, as if trying to understand.

"I ly'd te da world."

At this Alice has an epiphany of sorts. If Lily has lied to the world then she should apologizes to the world.

"Im sowwy, sho shawwy," Harry heard in the background. He wasn't really paying attention, to focused on drinking without choking as Lucius felt him up.

"I ly'd to da wirled." Lily cried out on the microphone equivalent. "Neville isn't de boy who kil'd tha guy. A beau-yful Hadrian iz. Mummy luvs you." Lily got out before she passed out backwards into Alice who giggled.

Suprisingly, this confession did not cause as big an up cry as it might have on other occasions. Almost everyone was too drunk or busy to hear, care, or remember. Unfortunately, the worse kind of sober people did.

Harry did a spitake into Lucius's face as he bent to kiss him. Lucius did not seem to mind as he had frozen midlean. Dumbledore was now looking more than a little dazed and confused. Voldemort did not look particularly surprised or bothered. And Harry knew, just knew, that things had just gotten that much more complicated.

"Is that true, Hadrian?" Lucius asked in shocked voice.

There were so many ways that he could answer that question, but the only thing that Harry could think was, Fuck. I guess that wedding night is not happening then?

There you go.

Yes, I killed his father. I was going to make him an evil bastard, but it was just easier to get him out of the way.

Yes, I killed Sirius. He would have had no purpose in this story, and then you might have just wondered where he was.

Yes, he got with Lucius. I wanted it to be someone important enough to solidify Harry's position, and Draco was not cutting it. I don't really ship because Harry is the general Uke for his series and, to me, he goes with everything.

No, I did not kill off Ginny. Why? You will notice that I tried to portray everyone in a semigood light. I don't really believe in bashing. I believe in righting a story. If Ron needs to be a deatheater, Draco wears leather pants, Ginny and Sakura are bitches, and someone must die for my pairing, I am completely willing to bash their faces in. I did not need to in this story, so I did not. Nobody was perfect, nobody was the devil. Whatever. He was leaving the world on good terms. There was really no reason, when Ginny had no part.

Yes, Voldemort knew. He remembered after he had been resurrected. He wanted Harry to marry Lucius to have him (mostly) neutral, but always where Tom could watch him.

That ending came from no where. I am bad at them if you haven't noticed.

P.S.
It actually occurs to me that leaving Neville to deal with the Voldemort despite the fact that he actually can't is a bit cruel. In other stories, it's pretty much something you can ignore as Harry get's the short end of the stick, but seeing as the role of the boy-who-lived was knowingly forced onto him by Harry's mother and Harry is more or less reaping the rewards, is Harry actually kind of in the wrong? Huh, pretty sure that's a plot hole. Not fixing it at this point.