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When Harry woke up the next day, his mind was buzzing with questions. It wasn't very unlike him. The fifth-year had given him a lot to think about. Voldemort, death eaters, his godfather and then the time-travellers. But the talk between Scorpius and James was making him fell on edge.
They were all sitting in Transfiguration class and scribbling away an essay. However, Harry's eyes darted to James and Scorpius. First of all, it was Scorpius' birthday and he hadn't said a word. He behaved like it was any other day and that bothered Harry. While he wasn't really someone who made a big matter out of a birthday, he knew that it was a special day. Why was Scorpius not saying anything?
And then there was the matter of Scorpius and Harry himself. He had called Harry 'dad'. But Scorpius had also mentioned that he was a Malfoy! How the hell could that even be possible?
"Hmm-hmm."
Harry looked up, almost jumping at a cough. He watched as Professor McGonagall gave him a glare and then gestured towards his parchment. Looking down, Harry realized, he had blotted ink on his paper. Oh, what a wonderful start!
"I believe, Mr Potter, that you need another roll."
Harry guiltily looked down and muttered a 'Yes, professor' before pulling out another parchment. Just as he dipped his quill in the ink, there was a loud crash and then, everything became chaotic.
Sometime in the future
Harry looked at Draco, gulping.
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
Draco looked around. Professor McGonagall, Sirius and Teddy-all were staring at them.
"Yes," he sighed before turning the hourglass in his time turner.
Back in present
James and Scorpius ducked under the desk as soon as the crash was heard. There was a lot of motion and the two brothers shared a quizzical look.
"What is going on?" Scorpius asked, looking around.
"How am I supposed to know?" James asked, shrugging. "You are the expert."
Scorpius was about to open his mouth for another attack when they heard a collective gasp. Scorpius arched an eyebrow as McGonagall muttered, "WHAT?"
Scorpius and James, slowly, peeped over the desk and gasped themselves.
Because there, among the rubble stood Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from the future.
Yeah, yeah...I haven't updated in six months. But the thing is, I have lost all my love for this story. I have no idea where this is going. I will not abandon it and I will try and finish it, but I would love to get some idea. I have been affected like everyone else got into a new fandom and yada yada. I haven't lost my love for Harry Potter-I have just lost my inspiration for this story.
So here's a request to all my readers. Tell me, what do you think will happen? How should the story end? I will update next on 21st April, so up till then, I am awaiting all your ideas!