Christmas was mere days away and Harry was oddly enough staying at Hogwarts.

Draco was eyeing him worriedly, "Har, you aren't still working on that plan, are you?"

Harry frowned and faced Draco from the fireplace he had been pacing in front of, "Which plan?"

Draco's lips curved for a moment, he knew Harry - Slytherin-Harry - was always planning something. "The one to get rid of your parents."

Harry gasped, he had been trying to murder his own parents! "No way!" he said firmly. Draco's eyes relaxed from their worried expression and he stood and hugged Harry swiftly, "Good."

He looked deeply into Harry's eyes, "You've changed recently. You're nicer, happier but more reserved with me. I like the nicer bit, some of the things you had done were truly horrid but I hate you not talking to me. You're more than my best mate, Har, you know that."

Harry drew back from the embrace and blushed lightly, "Yeah Dray, I know." Draco looked into his eyes once more and nodded finally. "I want you to know that I love you. I do Har, it's not something that will change from your confessing something."

Harry stared, pondering for a moment. He was going to be leaving anyway, why not tell him? "Dray," he began, trailing off to let him know he wanted to tell him something.

"Go on."

"I know I've been acting different lately and that's because I am different. I was Harry Potter in Gryffindor but I went back in time to kill a dark wizard that had corrupted your family and I ended up being a bad person. It's horrible."

Draco frowned at him, "You changed time in a big way?" Harry nodded. "Well you should go back and fix it. Since you ended up a good person you should just stop yourself from changing it."

Harry's lips formed a grimace of sadness. Tears pricked his eyelids, "I nearly had a wife back there. You hate me and, even though I've fallen for you now, I hated you too. My parents are dead. So is Sirius, Remus, Fred Weasley, Tonks, Dumbledore and Snape. There are hundreds of others dead too."

Draco took Harry's face between his hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "You listen to me Harry Potter. I love you and if it means you don't turn into an evil man I want you to go back. Go back and leave me because as long as it's someone else and not you that's doing the killing, I don't care who's dead."

His eyes watered. Draco had tears trailing down his cheeks. Gently they pressed their lips together for just one last time and Draco pulled away.

"Go and ask Dumbledore can he floo you home. You'll want to see your parents once before you leave." His voice cracked on the word leave, the rest of the sentence barely understandable through his tears. Harry nodded and went to fetch his cloak before leaving Draco and the love they might have had.

It was a cold walk to McGonagall's office. Made even worse by the taunting of Peeves on the way.

-oOo-

He was a bastard to his parents.

A complete and utter git that didn't care about them in the slightest. Slytherin-Harry hated them and their Gryffindor morals.

He broke down as soon as he seen them.

They were so happy together, so absolutely carefree and happy. James and Lily Potter weren't affected by the wrath of Voldemort, they weren't sad and they certainly weren't dead.

And Sirius was there too.

He stepped forward and pulled Sirius into a bear hug, hoping to convey how much he loved his godfather. How amazing it felt to be back in his godfather's arms. It seemed like a betrayal that he had missed Sirius slightly more than his parents but he supposed that was because he hadn't met them.

His parents were delighted, "You've matured, Harry dear." Lily was holding him in a hug and his father squeezed his shoulder proudly. Harry couldn't possibly tell them he was their Harry from a different life! He couldn't tell them that if he hadn't come along their son would be plotting to kill them. How would you even begin to explain it?

"I knew you were a good man, Potter," James said cheekily to his son. Harry laughed and sat chatting with the people he had never known.

He found he was rather like his mother in nature. His father was sharper and slightly mean but Lily was like him. With a temper but the sweetest person you could ever know the rest of the time.

Sirius was exactly the same as ever only happier and slightly less mature. He was engaged to Marlene McKinnon, his father's cousin and would definitely be a part of the family then. Marlene was pregnant too, about to have the first of many cousins.

-oOo-

Harry wasn't sure he could live without seeing Draco just once more.

Sure he'd see Malfoy in the future but Draco, his Dray! He needed to see him just once before he left.

He wrapped himself in his cloak and made his way out into the night. Draco would be the last to see him, Harry couldn't possibly go on without one last hug, one last kiss to last him a lifetime.

With his mouth set determinedly, he entered Hogwarts and made his way up to his dorm.

"Dray," he whispered fiercely.

Draco muttered a few disjointed words and rolled onto his back, his legs almost pushing Harry off his bed as he did so. Harry leaned over and shook him hard. When Draco's eyes opened and peered up at him, Harry relaxed slightly. Their silvery grey eased his nerves and settled his queasy stomach.

"I'm leaving now, Dray," he murmured, unable to take his eyes off Draco's.

Draco sighed, ran a hand over his face and snarled at him, "You're only making it harder on yourself, Potter."

Harry supposed it was to ease his heartache when the time came for him to leave, but Draco calling him Potter made his heart freeze in sadness. "Dray please..."

Draco swallowed, keeping his face impassive from all the pain he held inside. "Har," he began but Harry was already in his arms; gripping his waist as if they would never see each other again. They wouldn't see each other again.

Draco kissed his boyfriend's temple gently, hoping that the boy would find solace in his arms in a different life.

"You know," Harry said in a thick voice, "The day before I went back in time I was asked out by Zacharius Smith. The bastard thought I was gay and using Ginny as a deterrent." He snuffled, trying to hold back the tears that threatened. "When I told him I wasn't, he went to my house and let himself in, polyjuicing as Ginny so I would kiss him.

"I didn't even know I was gay. I thought I was fully in love with Ginny. I would have proposed to her if I hadn't gone back in time and found you." Draco whispered nonsense in his ear, rubbing Harry's back as he listened with horror to the mistake he could have made. "I was disgusted that Smith kissed me, disgusted that I had kissed a guy. I guess you could say I was sort of homophobic."

Draco kissed his jaw line, perhaps to remind him that he was no longer and beating himself up about it would do no good. Harry chuckled humourlessly, "I thought it was sick, something that was unnatural.

"But then I met you - here. It made me see that perhaps gay guys can find love too, that it's just the same as straight relationships. I found you and I kissed you and it made me feel spectacular, like Ginny never could. I want to stay right here with you and get married, adopt some kids and have a family. I want to get to know you as a husband and have a life together. I wish this was my original life, that I wasn't becoming the next Dark Lord, that we could be together. But we can't Dray, it's not right. I have to set everything to rights and make sure everything's okay. I can't live like this. I'm sorry."

He pressed another kiss, this time to Harry's nose as he stared into his tearful, green eyes. "I'm glad you understand," he said, voice barely audible above their breathing. "I'm glad you're doing what's right instead of what you want."

He kissed Harry's lips, feeling their warmth one last time before he let the boy go and pulled away, physically and emotionally. "Goodbye Harry Potter. Make everything right again, make me proud."

It was perhaps the best thing Draco could have said to him, the one true thing that would make him leave and not look back; all regrets firmly locked inside. And that's exactly what Harry done. He nodded once, tears falling despite himself and pulled out the time turner.

With one last sigh, he turned it back to Tom Riddle's time; back to stop himself from murdering the boy.