A/N: Okay, everyone. I hate to be the one who says this—as I think constructive criticism is important—but I'm tired of people posting comments about how much they hate how we've written our story. This story was written because my sister and I had found a niche in fanfiction we'd seen lacking: stories of Draco, Harry, and Hermione becoming friends and going back in time. We meant this as something we could do to relax and come closer as siblings. I appreciate those who take this for what it is: us having fun and wanting to share it with you. We are not trying to—nor were we ever planning to—cater to the average time travel fic nor were we hoping to keep it dark and depressing all the time.

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Harry and Draco sat on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, giggling over the Marauder's map.

"What do you think Sirius is doing in the bedroom with Severus and Dora?" Harry asked, smiling.

"I don't know," Draco said, trembling as he struggled to keep his laughter in. "I really don't want to know what my cousin, my other cousin, and my godfather do in their private times."

"Not like that, Draco," Hermione said, shaking her head. She looked up from her wandless magic text and eyed her boyfriend. "They're probably just going over wedding plans."

"And they need Sirius for that?"

"You expect Severus to come up with a decent color scheme?"

Draco jumped off the couch. "You don't appreciate the different shades of black."

Hermione sighed, returning to her tome.

"He could be doing a lot of things, none of which fall into Draco's nasty mind," Neville said as he looked over Harry's shoulder. "Hey, isn't that Finnegan?"

"Where?" Harry asked, brow furrowing.

The chubby boy pointed to the map. "There, next to the come-and-go room."

Draco fell back into his spot next to Harry. "Yeah, that is Finnegan. What's he doing in the come-and-go room?"

"I don't know, Draco," Harry quirked a brow at the boy, "what did you do in the come-and-go room sixth year?"

"Oh," the blond said, scanning the map for any more interesting names, "that makes sense."

Harry shook his head. "You're just useless."

"I resent that."

The boy-who-lived leapt from the couch, grabbing his cloak. "I'm going to check this out."

"I'll come, too. Two eyes are better than one," Draco said, draping part of the cloak over him.

"Since when are we cyclops?"

"You know what I meant."

Hermione scowled. "Why would he pick a half-blood? Last time, it was Draco. He's a pureblood."

Draco sighed. "It had nothing to do with my blood status. It had everything to do with the fact Lucius screwed up and wasn't immediately available for torture."

Harry shrugged. "Besides, Tom has a soft spot for half-bloods." He turned to Neville. "Wanna come with?"

The boy shook his head. "Nah, I'll hold down the fort. Don't want Ron taking to charming your beds again."

The boy-who-lived grimaced. He'd had a full-on panic attack after that last short-sheeting incident. He couldn't have known Neville would let him out. The time travelers snorted.

With that, Draco and Harry slipped out of the portrait frame and down the hall. They reached the seventh floor to find Seamus Finnegan pacing past the statue of Barnabas the Blarmy.

"Do you think he's done?" Harry asked, whispering as Finnegan walked by them.

"It took me all year to fix that stupid thing," Draco said, his voice hoarse. "If he's done now, I'm suing."

"Who?"

The blond's brow creased. "That's to be decided." He shrugged. "Maybe my father for not breeding well."

Harry rolled his eyes. "He's clear of the room. Let's check it out."

As the boys crept over to the entrance, the door swung open. Both boys watched as it closed. No one entered or exited.

"Did you see someone?" Draco asked, stopping in his tracks.

"So, you saw the door open by itself, too?" Harry's eyes narrowed. "I was hoping my visions returned."

"Let's be glad they haven't."

"Well, it was either that or I was going crazy."

Draco shook his head. "Apparently, there's a third option: it actually happened."

"How much you wanna bet it was Peeves?"

"Wouldn't we see Peeves?"

Harry sighed. "Do you want to check out the room or not?"

"We know what's in there; it's not like it's some big mystery."

"How about seeing how far along he is?"

Draco's eyes widened. "Ooh, can we mess it up?"

The boy-who-lived placed his hands on his hips. "How would you have liked it if I'd done that to you?"

At this point, Harry had stopped and Draco had continued on, causing the invisibility cloak to slide off the brown-haired boy.

"I would be pissed, but it's Finnegan," the blond said, turning around. "Besides, do you want death eaters invading the castle?"

"What's this about death eaters in the castle?" Remus asked, walking down the corridor towards the boys. "Harry, are you talking to thin air?" He grabbed the invisibility cloak and pulled it off, revealing a very red blond.

"Hey," Draco said, arms crossed. "That's not fair."

"What's not fair? That I knew exactly where you were?" Remus shook his head.

"Exactly. There's no point of an invisibility cloak with you."

Remus smiled. "What are you two boys doing out so close to curfew?"

"You're not even a professor. Why do you care?"

"I'm having flashbacks to seventh year." The werewolf rubbed his eyes. "Please just answer my question."

"Finnegan was in the room of requirement," Harry said, bouncing.

"And what did he require?"

"That's what we're going to see," Harry said, grabbing onto his mentor's hand and pulling. "Come with us."

"Harry, stop acting like a five-year-old."

"I never got to be one."

Draco shook his head. "Remus, just let him act like a five-year-old and come with us. We'll need help destroying the horcrux anyway."

"There's a horcrux in there?" Remus asked, eyes widening. His brow furrowed. "How do you expect me to help you destroy it? Swallow it?" He shrugged. "I don't think it would work until the full moon anyway."

Harry smirked. "I really would love to see you swallow a diadem."

"We are getting farther away from our mission," Draco said, whining as he pulled open the door.

All three entered to find the room of lost things. The blond bee-lined for the vanishing cabinet, examining it before groaning.

"I do believe this is Exhibit A of our case against inbreeding."

"What's wrong, ferret?" Harry asked, eyes sparkling. "Does the half-blood have better woodworking skills than you?"

"Shut up, scarhead. I was taught to be proper and prim, not how to sand down a wardrobe."

Remus shook his head. "That's not a wardrobe. It doesn't take you to Narnia."

Draco scowled. "What's Narnia?"

"Ooh, Moony, can we find out?"

"No," Remus said with a sigh. "I think it would be bad if anyone found us in the closet."

"Well, it does take you somewhere," the ex-Slytherin said, grabbing a torn card off the ground and placing it on the floor. He closed it and opened it again. After a few more practice runs, the card returned. "This is not a good sign."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine…just don't completely destroy it."

"Thank you," Draco said, grinning as he threw a couple blasting spells at it, knocking the door off its hinge and wrecking the magical frequency. "That should set him back a month or two."

"We really shouldn't leave Draco and Sirius alone together," Remus said, shaking his head. He turned, surveying the mess of a room, when a flash caught his eye. He blinked. "Boys, you said something about a diadem, right?"

"Yeah," Harry said, facing his mentor. "Do you see it?"

"If that thing on the mannequin's head is it, then yes."

Draco ran over and grabbed the tiara off the wig. He scrunched his nose. "Yep, that's it. Feels gross with all the dark magic." He scowled. "Why would he put it on display?"

Harry shook his head. "He's a drama queen?"

Remus chuckled. "As much as I'd like to see Voldemort in a tutu and a pink boa strutting around stage, I don't think that's why. He probably did it because the best way to hide things is in plain sight."

"Alright, alright. Let's go get a basilisk fang and destroy another priceless Hogwarts heirloom," Harry said, stalking towards the second floor girls' bathroom.

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The boys sloughed up the stairs, more than ready to collapse into bed. Harry yawned as they opened the door, already imagining the warm comforter when a loud giggle caused him to jump.

"What was that?" Harry asked, swiveling on the spot, his wand raised.

"Who's there?" Draco asked, his wand lit. The two stared at each other. "Harry, is it bad that we live in a dorm of boys and someone just giggled?"

"Boys are allowed to giggle, Draco."

"Then why are we so alarmed by it?"

The brunet crossed his arms. "These specific boys don't. Not since…" Green eyes searched the room, landing on a dazed Neville. "Oh no…"

"Oh, no what? Scarhead, you forget I don't know everything."

"I forgot…"

"How can you forget?" Draco asked, throwing his hands in the air. "You've done this all before."

"Which is why I said 'I forgot' instead of 'I don't know'."

"Oi," Dean said, sitting up in bed, eyes glaring, "Neville's been like this for over an hour. Stop arguing over your past life and take him to your bloody potions godfather. Some of us need our beauty sleep." Both boys gaped. "I'm not the idiot of the boy's dorm. That lovely title goes to Weasley. Now, take him and leave."

With that, the time travelers ran over to Neville, one on each side, and maneuvered him down to the dungeons.

"So, Nev, buddy, wanna tell us what's going on?" Harry asked, his smile uneasy.

"Romilda's so pretty, isn't she?" Neville giggled again. "Are we going to see her?"

"Sure, Vane's beautiful." Draco scowled. "Didn't know you were into her. Now, what happened?"

"That is what happened, Ferret," Harry stopped in front of Severus' door. "Romilda's in love with me and tried giving me some potion-laced chocolates. Weasley ate them last time."

"See? This what happens when we have a free-for-all policy in the boys' dorm."

"Oh, would you rather me be in love with Vane?"

"I'd hope you would know what's going on and avoid love chocolates."

Harry huffed and knocked on the door. He tapped his foot, awaiting his godfather's answer.

Neville gazed up at the ceiling. "We're in the dungeons."

"Yes, we are," Draco said, staring straight ahead.

The boy giggled. "Professor Snape lives in the dungeons."

"He does."

"He wears bunny slippers."

"Ugh," Harry grunted. He threw his hands in the air. "Where's Uncle Sev when you need him?"

"Maybe he actually went to a death eater meeting for once," Draco said, eyes narrowing.

"Fat lot of good that does us."

Neville's eyes widened. "Professor Snape's not fat." He smiled. "He's very skinny. I hope he meets a good girl that fattens him up."

"Well, I don't think anything Dora cooks is edible..."

"Draco, that is not the point." Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What're we going to do?"

"You're telling me you went to Professor Snape last time?"

"No," the boy-who-lived shook his head. "I'm pretty sure he was at a death eater meeting at the time."

"Then where the hell did you go?"

"Well, I went to Professor Slughorn…" Green eyes sparkled. "We can go to Professor Slughorn."

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!"

"Draco, when did you learn about muggle carnival games?"

"Aunt Andy and Uncle Ted took me over the summer."

Harry shook his head. "Come on."

The two time travelers dragged Neville down to Professor Slughorn's room. When they arrived, Harry began banging on the door.

"Harry," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "This is very late…Isn't it past curfew?"

"Are you going to write us up?"

Horace quirked a brow. "Are you going to become Minister of Magic?"

"Uhm…"

"Eh," the man shrugged, "I won't take the chance."

"Is that how you determine whether or not you enforce school rules?" Draco asked, mouth dropping.

"Not always. Just for special people."

"I knew I never liked you."

"Draco," Harry snapped. "Professor, I'm really sorry to disturb you, but our friend Neville accidently ingested a love potion."

"A love potion?" Slughorn asked, brow creased. He surveyed the boy. "By Merlin, did he drink a liter of it?"

"Uhm," Harry and Draco glanced at each other. The blond shrugged. "We don't know. We have a pretty open policy concerning food sharing. I don't think Harry kept track of how many chocolate treats were on his bed."

"I've never had so many chocolate cauldrons in my life." Neville cocked his head. "Maybe I should give some to Romilda."

Harry rubbed his eyes. "Exactly what we need, another girl in love with herself." He shook his head. "Professor Slughorn, could you please brew the antidote? I'd take him to Madame Pomphrey, but we were already down here to see Professor Snape…"

"Why were you down to see Severus?" Slughorn asked. "I was under the impression he hated all things Potter."

"Well, he is the potions master," Draco said, nibbling his lip. "No offense, Professor, but I'd assume he's a bit better than you."

"I'll have you know, I taught that boy everything he knows."

"You mean, he didn't carry on his studies after Hogwarts? I'd assume you have to go on to another school to obtain a mastery…"

"Anyway," the man glared at the blond, "I'd have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry. I've heard you're an amazing brewer."

"You have?" Draco asked, brow quirked.

"Why, yes. I do have to say, Severus might hate everything Potter, but he does still brag about you. He must have overlooked the Potter and seen only the Lily."

"I am more than my parents, you know," Harry said. He pushed Neville toward the potions professor. "Can you fix him or not?"

"Is Romilda here?" Neville asked, glancing around the room.

Horace sighed. He shook his head and ran over to his supplies. He came back with a clear liquid, handing it to the boy.

"Here, it's a tonic for nerves. Calms you down a bit before she arrives." Neville gulped it down. He beamed, before his grin slowly sagged. "Back to normal then?"

"Thanks, professor," Harry said, smiling as Neville sighed.

"Don't mention it, m'boy. Don't mention it," Slughorn said. He bustled over to his alcohol cabinet. "A strong pick-me-up, that's what he needs."

"Uhm," Draco said, brow furrowing. "Isn't that the brew I…I mean, Finnegan…got you to give to Professor Dumbledore?"

"What are you talking about, lad? I picked this mead out myself."

"You did?"

Horace handed Neville a glass on the rocks, and the boy downed it without a second thought.

"No!" Harry and Draco screamed at the same time. Horace scowled.

"Uhm," Harry said, chewing his lip, "we're too young for alcohol." He turned to Draco, lowering his voice. "Quick, find a bezoar."

The blond nodded, eyes widening in horror. Harry lowered Neville to the ground.

"What? Harry?" Neville asked, brow furrowing. "What's going on?"

"Sh. Draco and I are saving your life."

"Huh?" The boy's hands flew to his throat. He gagged, scratching and trying to open his airway.

"What in the world?" Slughorn asked. He moved closer to get a better look, but Draco threw him out of the way.

"Get out of here, you useless muggle," Draco said, stuffing the bezoar down the boy's gullet.

"Well, I never. That is no way to treat your professor."

"Well you should have included me in the slug club."

"Draco, is this really time to air out grievances?" Harry asked, finishing his chest compressions.

"I just saved Neville's life. I get to do whatever the heck I want."

"What the hell is going on in here?" a baritone voice asked, resounding through Slughorn's room.

The two boys turned. "Uncle Sev!" They both ran to hug the man. "What are you doing here?"

"No, the better question is what the hell is going on in here?"

"You first," Harry said, hiding his face in the man's robes.

"We just saved Slughorn from becoming a murderer," Draco said.

"No," Severus said, glaring at his old potions professor. "Start from the beginning."

"This would be a better conversation to have in your rooms."

Horace gasped. "You allow them in your rooms?"

"You're one to talk," Severus said, glaring.

"This was an emergency."

Severus walked over and picked up a still dazed Neville. "Is that mead I smell on his breath?"

"That's what almost killed him."

"I'm going to need more information than that."

"Uncle Sev," Draco said, pulling on his sleeve. "I promise to explain everything once we're safe and sound in your rooms."

"And you make me some hot chocolate," Neville said, gasping. "I need hot chocolate."

"Neville," Harry said, opening the door. "Be quiet. He doesn't give sweets on command."

"I don't think he gives sweets at all," Draco said, scowling. "In all my years as godson, it's been books, toys, the occasional sweater…"

"Alright," Severus said, closing the door to his rooms. "Explain." All at once, three Gryffindor boys began giving their account of the night's events. "Silence." He glared. "Quite obviously, I meant one at a time."

"Yes," Luna said, popping in a scone. The four men turned to find her and Dora sitting on the couch, drinking tea. "It's hardly possible for him to hear all of you at once. He might have sonar bat hearing, but that doesn't help him differentiate." She tilted her head. "There may be a spell for that, though."

Severus stared at the scene before him. After a few minutes, he walked over to his wine cabinet, grabbed a large bottle, uncorked it, and began chugging.

"That's hardly polite, dear," Dora said, shaking her head. "Put the wine bottle down."

The man gasped, holding up a finger. "Only if you'll explain what a student is doing in my quarters when I'm not here."

"Well, I'd hope she's only here when I'm here…"

"I'd still prefer if I were here as well."

"Do you still want to know what happened tonight, or are we ignoring it completely?" Harry asked, hands on hips.

"Just give the cliffnotes."

"Well, Neville ate chocolates that made him fall in love with Romilda Vane. We came down here to get you. You weren't here. We went to Slughorn. He fixed Neville, and then almost poisoned him with Draco's mead."

Dora's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "Draco, why would you try to poison someone?"

Draco turned to his friend. "I don't know how to talk us out of that one, Harry."

"To be fair," Harry said, "it's not Draco's this time."

"That just brings up more questions," Dora said, setting down her tea. She patted the spot next to her.

"Oh, that's from back when I was trying to kill Dumbledore," Draco said, sitting in his godfather's new loveseat.

"Oh, right," Dora shook her head, "I forgot. You've already done this before."

"Oh," Harry turned to his godfather. "I almost forgot. We destroyed a horcrux."

"Wait, there's one in Neville?"

"No," Draco said, shaking his head. "He'd have to have died for that to be true. We learned that the hard way."

"Yeah, it was really hard for you," Harry said, crossing his arms. "Cause, you know, you only had to sit in the Gryffindor common room and wait."

"Where is Sirius when you need him?" Severus sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I could shunt these imbeciles off on him."

"Come on, Uncle Sev, you know you love us," Harry said, going over and snuggling up to his godfather.

"Yes, but I only invited one of you." The potions master glared at his fiancée. "And I didn't expect her to invite anyone else."

"So, what was I supposed to do? Wait here alone while you go get Crucio'd?" Dora huffed.

"Wait," Draco turned to his cousin, "are you saying you've been here the whole time?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then, why didn't you answer the door?"

Luna shrugged. "We talked about it, but we didn't want you ruining girls' night."

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, brow furrowed.

"She left early. Didn't want to miss out on too much sleep."

"So," Severus glared, "you're telling me there were two female students in my rooms without my supervision?"

"Well, if you count ex-students…"

"Dora, you promised we wouldn't talk about that."

The metamorphmagus shook her head. "Does it really bother you that much?"

The man sighed. He looked back at his godsons. "Anyhow, who do I need to give detention?"

"Romilda Vane," Harry said. "She's the one who dosed Neville with love potion."

"Did it work?"

"Overly well."

"Well," Severus said, "you have to admire her potions skills. She's only a fifth year, isn't she?"

"Neville almost died!"

"Yes, but it had nothing to do with the potion."