IT'S TOMORROW LIKE I SAID DOESN'T MATTER THAT I'M POSTING T MIDNIGHT, IT'S STILL TOMORROW

I had been with my parents at Gringotts when it happened; I didn't know how much one decision could change my life

"Father..." I spoke quietly as well weaved through the celebrating crowd of Diagon Alley.

"Not now Draco." He hissed back at me, giving me a reprimanding look from under his hood. Mother held my hand tighter.

My family and I; you might be wondering what we were doing in the public so soon after the war. Truth is, even I didn't know yet. Father, Lucius, wouldn't tell me what any of our plans are, and Mother had apparently sworn not to tell me. While it was frustrating, I know that seeing me so hesitant to join their side in the battle of Hogwarts had put them on edge, so I tried not the hold it against them. It didn't stop me from trying to weasel it out of them.

However, I knew that here, under the public eye, was not the time to ask about such things. Other things, I could still ask about.

"What are we doing here?" I hissed back even quieter. He glared at me, but Mother's reassuring squeeze of the hand had me looking at her instead.

"Gringotts dear. Grigotts always has been and will be neutral ground outside of war time. We can show our faces there without shame, and... We have business to attend to with the goblins. I nodded to her thankfully; that was the most information I had gotten out of my parents in months. Father grunted, obviously not approving of me knowing even that much.

Gringotts looked the same as any other time I remember, intimidating, clean, and tall. Any damaged caused by Potter during his break-in was swiftly repaired, and not a single tile was out of place. I couldn't help but be impressed. "Draco, you will wait out here."Father gestured to the few seats more often used by 'friends' when wizards visited their private and family vaults. "Narcissa." Mother, who had pulled her hood down as soon as they entered the bank took his arm, and, shooting me a worried look, followed after her husband to meet our account manager.

With a sigh, I dropped gratefully into one of the uncomfortable chairs, pulling the white hood of the immaculate cloak mother had thrown over my head before we left. I eyed the layers with distaste, but didn't bother to remove it, not knowing how long I would be here. It was maybe 10 minutes later that I had the most unlikely company.

Harry Freaking Potter stumbled ungracefully out of the door my parents had entered not long ago. Probably bleeding drunk from celebrations, I thought scowling in contempt as he leaned against one of the pillars. I thought about antagonising him, if only for old times sake (and to get a little stress off my back), but as I opened my mouth, I froze in shock.

Wide green eyes staring into nothing, lips parted with the sharp gasps that tore through his throat, pale face, trembling shoulders. Harry Potter, saviour of the light and conqueror of the Dark Lord, was crying. Silently sobbing as though everything he cared about was torn right out from under his nose. Even I wasn't that put out by the results of the war. Not that I wanted the dark side to win anyways.

I was up before I even know what I was doing.

I reached for his shoulder, not touching, but not knowing what else to do. "Potter? Merlin, Potter, what the bloody hell-?" I couldn't even finish my sentence. Avada Kadavra green eyes rimmed red looked up at me, clearer than I had ever seen them before, and somehow, more burdened, and infinitely more wise. I didn't bother dwelling on the thought of Potter being WISE for a moment. "What happened?" I finally asked, no louder than a whisper.

"Albus fucking Dumbledor happened." Was the hissed reply. I didn't know what to say, so I just let my hand take it's place on his shoulder. He straightened under it and confessed, "I wish i had taken your hand in first year Draco."

"Really?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I didn't even notice the use of my first name. "What- what makes you suddenly say that now?"

The corner if his lips tugged into a self-depreciating smile. "You're a Dark wizard Pure-blood, Draco," I bristled slightly at what would soon be considered and insult on par with Mudblood. "Have you ever heard of a compulsion web?"

My brows furrowed in thought as I nodded. My rival remained silent as I put two and two together and my eyes widened in shock for what felt like the hundredth time in 5 minutes. "The headmaster- on you? But... why?"

"Dumbledor fully expected me to die and stay dead during this war. You were also right about the two youngest Weasleys; not the rest, but them? No doubt about it."

"I-I don't understand. this makes no sense. Why would Dumbledor-

"Draco." He cut me off, and I glared at him. He sighed. "Do know what a Horcrux is?" I shook my head. I know I had heard the word before, but I had no idea what it was. "Well, I've got one long tale to tell. Do you trust me?"

I looked at him incredulously, letting my hand finally slip from his shoulder. "What's this about then? What do you mean 'do I trust you'?"

He smiled slightly. "Do you trust me enough to keep you save from the public at the leaky cauldron, long enough to tell you the whole story?"

"How much is the whole story?" I was curious, despite my inner Slytherin telling me to be cautious.

The short raven haired young man grinned a grin that was far to Slytherin to be on the Golden Boy's face. "More than Ron or Hermione know."

"I'm in." Was the instant reply.

I think the flashbacks are going to expand on the whole SpiraXEarth group before the main story does XD

Well, I must say that I really enjoy writing in Draco's point of view, which is wierd, cause I ever really liked Draco very much. But we'll be jumping around Harry, Tidus, Draco, and maybe Yuna's heads the most. I'll very much enjoy when I get the other Harry Potter characters in here, and when they have to explain things to someone else... I'm just gonna really like writing all of this!

Should Tidus become a Summoner?

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