Did I forget to update this story on this site? Its Possible. But hey, better late then never!

Also since the comment came from this platform, No gay sex is not going to solve the Voldemort problem. In this story at least, but there will be gay sex. Don't like, don't read.

Also, notice pairing-Harry/Draco, if you have been waiting for this and you don't like them I really am sorry. I didn't know I was going to do it either.

I'm not 100% on this chapter, only because if I had known where I was going I would have added some more into the previous chapters but eh, c'est la vie.

Harry made one more trip to Gringotts a few weeks ago to pick up his Heir ring and make plans for his accounts. They decided to leave it as it was, Harry didn't want any more attention to it until he was ready for everything to be exposed. The biggest surprise was that he gained not one but three rings, Prevell, Potter and Black. Once placed on his finger they all joined into one, he could separate them at any time but while he got used to the ring he kept it as it is.

The ring sat on his finger invisible to anyone who didn't know about it until the magic was released at his command. It would help protect against things he wasn't expecting as well as allow him to slowly absorb family magics.

The morning of September 1st was crisp and bright. Light wind came through the open window and ruffled the papers that had been taped to the wall. Sitting on the bed ,trunk already made and organized, Harry did a last minute inventory of the memories from his previous life.

This time there would be no confusion about where he would be going, no need for a family of red heads coming to the rescue.

Just him, going home.

The station was quiet, a few families milling around and taking their time saying goodbye before boarding.

Finding a compartment he closed it shut with a click and put his trunk up. Leaning against the back of the seat he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The overwhelming feeling of going back to Hogwarts was fully hitting him.

Closing his eyes he could still see the ruins it had been, the smell of fire and spells in the air. He had been so excited about going back to Hogwarts but it hadn't fully hit him until he was sitting on the train.

It had been years for him since the battle, he had spent years mentally recovering from the feelings of that night. Months of nightmares and set backs every time he saw or smelled something that reminded him. It didn't compare to actually going back.

He hoped he didn't do something ridiculous like cry.

By the time the train was moving Harry was so engrossed into his reading the door opening didn't register in his mind until he heard the voice.

"Well, well, well," Draco Malfoys voice had Harry tensing lightly, they didn't meet in Diagon this time, he would only admit to himself he did that on purpose.

Draco had been someone he thought about alot in the last years, never out loud, but in the darkness of his room. Their ….friendship they had for most of fifth year and the beginning of sixth year had been in the back of his mind for a very long time.

"If it isn't Undesirable Number One."

This had Harry snapping his head up to meet his eyes, "What did you say?"

Harrys eyes widen as he saw relief sweep through Draco.

"Thank merlin,"Draco said as he slipped into the door and warded it shut. With a ward no first year should know, even if they grew up magical.

Harry watched him as he sat across the seat from him. This was different, so very different then last time. He wasn't sure he liked it.

"I woke up on my eleventh birthday with memories from another life, a horrible life and I figured you had something to do about it. Daft things always seem to happen around you."

Harry didn't even think about it before launching himself across the compartment to Draco and throwing his arms around Draco. Draco didn't hesitate wrapping his arms around him and holding on tightly.

Harry didn't know what was going on, he had no idea why Draco remembered but he didn't care. He had been so lonely the last several years,but he pushed it off and to the back of his mind. He knew he was going to be lonely no matter what, an adult surrounded by children. He had known his relationships were going to be shallow and unfufilling until he was old enough to make real connections.

"I'm sorry, that I'm not sorry you remember. I don't know why your here but I am so glad you are," Harry said as he pulled away and sat next to him.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Voldemorts killed me and I ended up in a station. Had a conversation with Dumbledore and then death. I thought I was dead but he offered to bring me back and I took it. I know it was selfish, but…I-we lost so much. So many people. I had a chance to do it right, I took it. I didn't even know if life for everyone would continue after I left, I haven't let myself think about it, but I had to do it."

Harry stared at Draco, pleading with his eyes, he needed him to understand.

Draco signed and closed his eyes, his head leaned against Harry shoulder, "It continued. Longbottem killed The Dark Lord with a ruddy sword. Then…life continued. They rebuilt Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, the Ministry. The world mourned The-Boy-Who-Lived, well most of the world."

"Neville killed him? Good for him. I knew he had it in him."

Draco snorted, "I didn't, it was a complete surprise to the rest of us. He became a hero over night, people praised him in flocks. While he was alive."

Harry frowned, "What do you mean, what happen to him?"

"The-Boy-Who-Conquered was found dead in his green house. One of his plants supposedly killed him, I never found out what plant."

"A plant killed Neville?" Harry said incredulously.

"Thats the story."

"You don't believe it," harry stated.

Draco bit his lip, "No. I think that some people didn't want their Hero status in question after the war. People loved Neville, he was every front page everyone wanted a piece of him. It took attention away from the other "heros" and so they fixed it."

Harry felt his stomach clench, forbidden thoughts popped back into his head. He had to know.

"I think you need to tell me everything."

Draco was quiet for a moment and Harry didn't push. He had years to come to terms with everything for Draco it had only been a few months. Harry had no idea what he had gone through in the last few years and he didn't want to push. But he needed to know.

"The Dark Lord was everywhere. Diagon, The Ministry, Mungos. He was in almost every space of the world. The Boy-who-Lived and The Boy-Who-Conquered were dead and our Ministry had a handful of people who weren't death eaters or 'impursed'. Kingsley became Minister and started building everything up from scratch. The only ones not suffering were the Weasleys, you were barely in the ground when the were pulling out Wills and…Marriage Contracts."

Harry choked, "Marriage Contracts! What Marriage Contracts?"

The goblins had said nothing of marriage contracts when he last spoke to them.

Draco scowled, "You and Ginevra weasley of course. Signed by her parents and your magical guardian, in the event of your death she was left pretty much everything. Anything she didn't get was given to her family per your will."

"I didn't even make a Will," Harry mumbled. He needed to do that this time, "So everything."

"Everything. The Potter and Black fortune, anything left to you from people who died in the war. They even tried to claim some of Andromedas vaults because they originated from the Blacks."

"But why?"

"Greed," Draco shrugged, "It didn't work. The vaults belonged to her from before they were even born. It was ridiculous to even try and take them. Also.."

Draco trailed off and looked out the window, "It came out that they had been helping themselves to your money for years before your death. I don't know how but you need to keep a better eye on your vault key and ensure they never get a hold of your money. Your bride to be cleaned out the potter fortune in three years, it was actually kind of impressive."

Harry snorted, now that he knew what he was worth it was pretty impressive.

"There will be no marriage contracts this time. I was just at Gringotts and they didn't mention anything so it had to have been done later on. It will not be happening this time. None of that farce will be."

Draco hummed and kept his gaze out the window.

"It had to have been in my sixth year, probably around the time they started dosing me with Love Potion."

"Love potion?" Draco said lightly, as if they were talking about the weather.

"It had to have been a love potion. I never had any feelings for her other then friendship and her being Rons little sister. And I had feelings for someone else, you know that."

Draco stayed quiet, they were entering into territory that they stayed far away from before. They never talked about what they had before when they were friends. Sitting in a dark classroom, the first few times far apart as they argued quietly but after a while they got closer and closer. In the end they would sit just like this against the wall, pressed close with Dracos head on his shoulder. They still argued of course, Draco was really a prick. But he was also funny and smart, a majority of Dracos comments, while mean, never failed to amuse Harry.

"I wasn't sure. A part of me hoped but I thought that after what almost happen you decided it was better to no longer be friends. I couldn't walk up and ask, and you never came back."

"They kept a close eye on me. I was never truly alone when we came back sixth year. I didn't think anything of it but all of a sudden I was interested in Ginny and nothing else really mattered."

"Do you think they knew?" Draco asked

"About us? Definitely not. If they suspected anything it would have been another girl besides only the twins knew anything and they would have definitely said something to them."

"The TWINS? The Weasley Twins! What part of secret friendship did you not understand Potter!" Draco exclaimed frowning at him.

Their friendship was a secret, A SECRET.

Harry shrugged, "I volunteered to be a guinne pig for one of their products. I didn't know it was a truth serum until it was to late. But they didn't care."

Draco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "One of these days Potter."

Harry grinned and lightly pushed his shoulder, "It doesn't matter anymore and it won't happen again."

A comfortable silence filled the compartment as they sat together before Harry broke it again, desperate for more information, "What about you?"

Dracos face closed off and he looked at his hands fisting in his lap, ""Weasley and Granger took the stand at my trial. Told the entire World I was a true Death Eater, that they had seen it coming since I was a child. They twisted the story of when you guys came to the Manor. Told everyone I said it was you and summoned the Dark Lord, landed me right into Azkaban with my parents."

"Bloody Hell."

"Mother and Father didn't last more then a few months, they said it was sickness. I didn't believe it, even with the Dementors no longer guarded the prison the guards weren't the forgiving type. I was released after four years because there wasn't enough to keep me in longer. I didn't have anything but the Manor, that they couldn't get because it was tied to family magics. Everything else was given as retribution for war crimes."

"I'm sorry."

"It's what it was. I stayed low after that, only kept in contact with Pansy, Blaise and Theo. Made potions under a pseudo name for money."

"What happen to Ron and Hermione? The other Weasleys?"

"They changed the world completely while I was in Azkaban. Granger had made it to undersecretary and Weasley was on track to be the youngest Head Auror that had ever been seen. Together with the Minister they reformed the world. Anyone caught practicing magic or with objects even slightly grey were tossed into Azkaban. Dark Arts had a taboo, people even scared to say the words."

Harry groaned and ran his hand through his hair, "I would like to say I was surprised, but at this point I'm not."

Draco was thoughtful for a moment, "I think they killed me, or at least Weasley. There was a random raid on the Manor, they were done every few months to make sure I was keeping on track. I turned a corner and was hit with the curse, I didn't see or hear anyone. But he was leading the team and had let me know quiet a few times he was just waiting for a right moment."

"Bloody hell, they will never have that power this time. It's another thing to add to my never ending list."

"Do you even have any actual plans?"

"Not really, I have…outlines and goals of course but I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to make them happen."

Draco groaned, "Bloody Gryffindor. You have been here for how long? And still running in with no plan."

"Its a good time I have a Slytherin with me this time," Harry teased, "Besides there is no way I'll be in Gryffindor this time. I'm not the same person."

"Slytherin?"

"I don't think so,"Harry frowned, " I was going to aim for Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I don't want Dumbledore suspicious of me."

"Hufflepuff? I don't think so. I would never be friends with a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw might work, but Slytherin would be best. Think about it, you could build connections that we can use later on. And they know when to keep quiet, I wouldn't trust anyone but what happens in the common room stays in the common room. You could have The Dark Lord on the back of your head and no one would find out. Your probably going to have to prove yourself of course, tonight. Cant have any imbosil thinking your weak."

And wasn't that the truth Harry mused. He had heard from Draco all of the common room drama that never made it out. There were never rumors, no outside fights. They were a united front inside of the school, even the ones who absolutely hated each other. Everything stayed behind the safety of the common rooms.

As for proving himself, if he had to curse a few upper years to get his point across that would be no problem. Most of them deserved it.

"Speaking of the Voldemort on the back of someones head, he's going to be on the back of Qurilles head this year. But don't worry, I have plans for him. I just have to gather all of the pieces."

Draco stared at him in horror, "He's on the back of his head? And your just going to leave him there! POTTER!"

"He can't do much,"Harry quickly explained,"He's pretty much a parasite at this point. With the right moves I think we might be able to make him help us instead. He was brilliant at one time, before he went crazy anyway. And if my plan doesn't work I'll just kill him."

"Well this life was nice while it lasted, it was nice to be a kid again. Even if your going to get me killed even younger," Draco joked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to get you killed. Once I have a few more things figured out ill tell you everything."

Draco nodded closing his eyes and relaxing back into the seat, "Okay. So we are agreed then, Slytherin?"

"Slytherin."

Hogwarts felt like home.

Harry followed the other first years into the castle, Draco was ahead of him with his friends. They decide to keep separate before the sorting, they didn't know what kind of sway Dumbledore had with the ancient hat and didn't want to take any chances. Draco thought he was ridiculous for thinking the hat could be swayed but Harry had enough things happen to him that he wasn't ready to take any chances.

The walls seemed to glitter to Harry as he ran his hand along the wall, the minute he stepped in he felt a warmth welcoming him home. He made a silent promise to the castle to not let her down again, there would be no battle in Hogwarts this time. If anyone tried they would answer to him.

Entering the hall he looked around him, Hermione and Ron were together scanning the hall while talking about Hogwarts a history. Looking for him no doubt, they had tried to come into the compartment a few times before the ward Draco had placed confused them and sent them off. He kept his distance from them since getting off the train, his feelings in regards to them were to mixed up and he wasn't ready to speak to them.

Were they ever really his friends?

Or did something happen later that twisted what they had. He didn't know but he intended to find out.

Looking at the teachers he kept a curious look on his face but on the inside he burned. Seeing Dumbledore sent a bolt of anger through his gut and it took inverting he had to keep the curious look on his face. He wondered for years whether Dumbledore was truly evil or if he got swept up in what he thought was best. Did he truly do what he did for the greater good, or was it an attempt to mold the world into the vision of what he thought was best. He wasn't alive to defend himself against Skeeters book when she published it last time but what could he really defend? Harry read it, read the letters that he exchanged with Grindelwald. The tag line, "For the Greater Good" sacrifices had to be made, hell he had been one of those sacrifices. He did it willingly because of the love he had for the other people in his life. For his love of the Wizarding World. But was it for the greater good?

Thats not to mention the possible love potion and marriage contracts that were signed in his name. The money that the Weasleys had gotten even before that, it could only come from one place. His Magical Guardian.

"Draco Malfoy," McGonagalls voice broke though his thoughts and he looked up. They had both been nervous about this part, what all the hat saw-what all the hat could say they didn't know. The hat was on his head a little longer then the instant Slytherin he had previously but after a few moments it was shouted to the room.

"Slytherin!"

The rest of the sorting to his name went by quickly, there were no changes everyone going to their places they had been before. Until..

"Harry Potter," The hall quieted. Dumbledore sat up higher in his seat as he scanned the hall along with everyone else. Harry walked to the hat, the few students left easily making a path for him. He felt his heart beat in his chest, his palms sweaty with nerves as he made the final few steps.

Harry Potter, its good to see you again. Well for you to see me again, im afraid I don't remember our previous interactions. You'll have to forgive me.

Of course, err-sir.

You have nothing to fear, as I told young Malfoy, what goes on in your head stays in your head. Now for your placement. Your correct in your assumption that you would no longer do good in Gryffindor. While you are brave and daring you now look out for yourself more then anyone else. Your ambitions are certainty no longer fit for Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff. While you do have qualities that would help you in Ravenclaw your friend is right, there is no other place for you then…

"SLYTHERIN!"

Silence. Harry had never heard the hall so quiet before whispered questions started, getting off the stool he made his way directly to Draco who moved over and allowed him to sit next to him. Once settled he looked over the hall, Dumbledore had settled them down for the sorting to continue.

Looking past him Harry made eye contact with Severus, a look of displeasure in his dark eyes. He felt a brush to his barriers before he pushed them out, a small smirk making his way to his lips as Snapes eyes wided slightly. Turning away and looked at Draco and tilted his head in a slight nod before watching the rest of the sorting.

The rest of the sorting continued quickly, the only hold up was Ron. The hat was on his head for a few minutes before Gryffindor was called thorough the hall, Ron tossed the hat down and marched to the table his face as red as his hair.

Draco leaned over and spoke quietly, "What do you think that was?"

"He tried to join me Slytherin I would bet," Harry mumbled just as quietly. There was no other way, Harry was positive he didn't join them. It really would have defeated the process of going back in the first place, especially if he was under Dumbledore as Harry suspected.

A few students at the table glared at Harry from their places at the table, Harry noticed. Most of the younger students glanced at him in confusion before looking away but the older years, the older year had malice in their eyes.

Harry was looking forward to showing them who he really was. Harry was almost horrified for the excitement he felt, almost.