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Harry watched from his place at the Slytherin table as the rest of the students filtered in. They were still on a high from the night before, laughing and smiling. They compared left over candy and maked jokes and speculations about how the troll got into the school. Some of them were correct, not that anyone would actually believe it.

He scanned the Gryffindor table as it filled and noticed the absence Hermione, Ron and Seamus. Probably traumatized from seeing Deans death, Harry thought. The rest of the Gryffindors were being loud and rambunctious as always.

The hall quieted down as Dumbledore rose from his chair, his normally jovial face drawn into a frown. The rest of the teachers were sitting seriously, not one smile in place as they looked out into the Great Hall.

"Who died?" someone whispered from the Gryffindor table.

Harry and Draco carefully avoided each others eyes as they felt the laughter bubble up, someone was going to regret that comment.

"It is with a heavy heart that I announce the death of one of our esteemed Gryffindors."

The words were met with silence as the students eyes were drawn to the Gryffindor house table and scanned the table for any missing students.

"Mr. Dean Thomas unfortunately passed away in his brave attempt to save a fellow student from the Trolls path last night. Ms. Granger, Mr. Ronald Weasley and Mr. Finnegan were also there and they survived with no injures. I kindly ask when they come back to classes that they are not bombarded with questions about last night. It was a tragic event that-"

Dumbledore was cut off as the doors to the Great Hall opened. Lucius Malfoy strode into the hall with Amelia Bones and flanked by four aurors.

"Lord Malfoy, Lady Bones I was not expecting you," Dumbledore said, making his way from the Head table.

"You should have been," Amelia said, "Mrs. Thomas contacted the DMLE last distraught at the actions that occurred. I contacted the Board of Governors, which is why Lord Malfoy is here."

"I see! I was going to send a massive after breakfast, but no bother. Lets adorn to my office for further information. Classes will be canceled for the rest of the week."

Harry looked over at Draco and leaned in close, "Change of plans. I have an idea."

Hogwarts was sad. The walls had a coldness in them as Harry ran his hand along the walls. A low melody of sadness intimated from the stones as the castle mourned the child lost inside of its walls. Harry once again felt conflicted about the situation. He didn't really care that Thomas had died. Other then being dorm mates and sharing a girlfriend they weren't close before, and his time around they had shared some classes but had never so much as had a conversation. He had no connection to the boy and frankly thought he was an idiot for allowing himself to be drawn into the rescue plan. Sure, he was the reason for the rescue in his last life but it had been his idea, he didn't think Ron would have enough thought to save her. Now Dean Thomas was dead and Harry didn't care, if anything he found it weird that someone had died when no one did before.

But should he have even cared? Draco said no, he thought Harry was balmy for being concerned that he wasn't concerned. And, as Draco had pointed out, they had already started to change things in this time. They couldn't predict anything anymore, being upset didn't change that fact. If Harry spent his entire time worrying about what might happen or the deaths that the changes brought, he wouldn't get anything hey needed to do done.

"Potter!" Dracos voice broke him out of his thoughts, turning he saw Draco standing by Snapes office. Harry had been so caught up he walked past it.

"We focus on this first, we can deal with your Gryffindorness after," Draco said firmly before knocking on the door.

Harry shook his head, a faint grin pulling at his lips, "Of course."

"Come in!" Severus said sharply from the inside.

Opening the door Draco and Harry made their way in stopped short at seeing Lucius sitting in front of Snapes desk.

"Father! I thought you would be with the Aurors," Draco said quickly giving his father a nod.

"I thought I would stop by and have a talk with Severus about things. Mr. Potter, I presume?"

Harry didn't bother responding, instead throwing a quick "STUPEFY"

"Potter!" Draco snapped going to his father, "What did you do that for!"

Harry shrugged, "Sorry, it was a reflex."

Draco froze from where he was fixing his father and looked at Harry. The minute their eyes met they started laughing.

"Potter! Draco! Control yourselves this instant!," Severus said sharply, "What do you mean "reflex"?"

Harry coughed a few times trying to maintain his chuckles, "I had a few run ins with Lucius, you know before. Every time I saw that man he was trying to curse me. So I cursed first. Reflex."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, "Am I going to have to worry that you will curse everyone who "used" to curse you before?"

"Nah," Harry waved off the question with a hand, "that would take to much time. Lucy is a special case."

"I see," Severus drawled.

Harry clapped his hands together, "So, what should we do? We need to talk, and he's going to know I stunned him. How handy are you with memory charms?"

The question was directed at Severus who raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.

"I'm proficient enough to remove the last few minutes. I wonder however, why you don't take over his mark as you did mine?"

"Draco doesn't want me to because we don't actually know what I did to your make," Harry explained.

"Well actually…,"Harry and Severus turned to Draco, "It would be helpful to have father in the know so to speak. He does have great sway in the Ministry and could prevent any…accidents."

Draco turned to Severus, "Have you felt anything…weird? Since Harry took your mark?"

"No," Severus said shaking his head, "It actually feels better then it had since I received it. I no longer feel a drain on my magic as I did before and it feels cleaner I would say. If I were to compare it I would say it feels more like a fidelity bond based on my readings."

"Harry?"

Harry thought for a moment reaching into his magic for the bond with Severus. It was strong but he didn't feel anything else, his magic was fully sustaining it. Was Voldemort using the marks to sustain himself?

"My magic is fully sustaining the bond. I couldn't tell you what kind of bond it feels like. What did your bond with The Dark Lord feel like?"

"Ownership," Severus answered grimly. Harry decided not to push it.

"Could you hold another one Harry?" Draco questioned.

"Sure. Could hold thousands probably, its like an ant compared to my magic," Harry said and frowned when Draco and Severus both sucked in deep breaths, "What?"

"Thats not normal Harry. Most people can only hold a few bonds without pulling magic from the bonded," Draco said, "Have I mentioned how cute you are as a child?"

Harry grinned at him, "Why no you haven't, I thought I looked pretty strapping myself."

"Merlin save us," Severus muttered under his breath.

"So you want me to fix Lucius mark as well?"

Draco nodded, "I think that would be best."

"Alrighty. Keep him asleep, best he doesn't try and fight me," Harry said as he made his way over and placed his hand over the Dark Mark. Now that Harry knew what to do it was much easier to push his magic into the mark. Lucius's mark put up more of a fight then Severus did but with one final push Harry felt his magic take and the bond settle into his core. Giving the mark one last brush to remove any lingering pain and a command to keep his secrets, Harry stepped away almost giddy.

"Thats a bit of a rush you know."

"We will take your word for it Mr. Potter. Now if you would please wake him up."

"Right!"

Harry flicked his wand and Lucius started to come through, they knew the moment he realized he had been stunned when his wand snapped into his hand and he had it pointed at Harry.

"What do you think your doing Boy!" He snapped at him, ignoring the others in the room.

Harry just grinned at him and wiggled his fingers. Lucius sucked in a breath, grabbing his forearm as a pain laced through him.

"Harry," Draco said from behind him, "Stop hurting my father."

Harry threw him a glance, "He was going to start it! He had his wand pointed at me. I was just protecting myself."

"Harry."

"Yeah, yeah," Harry summoned a chair and sat in it, pulling one next to him for Draco, "Do you want to know the story of a lifetime Lord Malfoy?"

Lucius interrupted much more then Severus did, but stayed quiet as Draco told his part. His eyes showing the pain he felt from allowing such horrors to happen to his son.

"Me and your mother were concerned for you after your Birthday. You were different, over night. It was part of the reason I came to speak with Severus," Lucius said softly as the story came to a close, "Your mother had always told me you weren't to be involved, I find it distressing I allowed my mind to be swayed."

Draco gave his father a smile, "It's okay father. You did not have a choice by the time I took my mark. It was the Mark or death for all of us."

"Your trying to stop this future?" Lucius questioned, looking between the boys.

"We are going to stop this future Lord Malfoy," Harry said seriously, "I will not allow any of that to happen again. If I have to go and kill every single death eater up the line to the Dark Lord I will to ensure it doesn't happen."

Lucius nodded.

"Oh, I also took over your Dark Mark. If you attempt to tell or talk about the secret to anyone, including your wife, it will kill you. I think," Harry added as an after thought.

"You think?" Lucius questioned, holding his hand to his mark.

"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure to be honest. I'll find out at winter break and let you know."

Lucius shared a look with Severus, "I will endeavor not to."

"Great! Now, onto the plan. I am going to reveal Pettigrew in the great hall. Your going to ensure he gets a trial and admits to everything he did. Once Sirius is free get him somewhere safe, not Mungos, for treatment."

"Excuse me?"Lucius and Severus said at the same time, looking at him like he was daft.

"Was I speaking in another language?" Harry asked looking between them.

"What Harry means," Draco interrupted, giving him a look, "Peter Pettigrew is masquerading as a pet rat. Harry knows the revelio spell and is going to use it at Dinner. When he appears as himself we would like one, or both, of you to throw a stunner. We are concerned with what might happen to him at the ministry to save face. Father if you could convince them it would be best to go through with it and get Sirius out we would appreciate it. In regards to Sirius, Harry would like the best treatment we can get. Before anyone can get their hands on him and possibly convince him of something we don't want."

"If you can get him to show I can get him I can work the Ministry. The Aurors will be here for the rest of the day, if you could do it sooner, while Dumbledore is distracted it would be best,"Lucius said after a few minutes of thought.

"Will Weasley be at lunch professor?" Harry asked Severus.

"He has been released from the Hospital Wing."

"Then he will definitely be at lunch then. Severus can you help me practice the revelio spell? I have actually never cast it," Harry asked standing up. Draco needed to have a conversation with his father, and Harry wanted to make sure he had the right spell.

Draco found Harry shortly before lunch began, his eyes were slightly red but he seemed to hold himself stronger.

"You okay?" Harry asked quietly as they sat at the Slytherin table.

Draco gave him a small smile, more of a tilt of the lips, "Yes. I'll tell you about it later."

Harry nodded, his eyes scanned the Gryffindor table. Lunch wasn't officially for 5 more minutes but Ron was always early for any food related events.

There.

Harry glanced to the head table and caught Lucius and Severus eye, Dumbledore was still talking to the Aurors with McGonagall. Keeping his wand under the table Harry cast the spell at Ron, he should have made sure Pettigrew was with him. Oh well.

Harry didn't need to worry, Ron jumped slightly before letting out a scream as Peter Pettigrew fell onto his lap. Before anyone could move two stuners came from the head table and Pettigrew fell into the isle between the tables.

"What the bloody hell!" Ron yelled scrambling up from his seat, "What happen to Scabbers!"

Severus strode from the Head table Lucius behind him, "Twenty points form Gryffindor for language Mr. Weasley. That is an animagus."

"And a dead man," Lucius said from his side, "Thats Peter Pettigrew."

Lucius bound the man and levitated him, "I'm going to take him directly to the ministry. Let Madam Bones know for me."

Lucius left the hall with Severus behind him and at once voices picked up. Ron was red still standing next to the table and looking at the ground where Peter had been. The twins and Percy got up from the table and directed him out of the room, Hermione going with them.

"Was that Weasleys pet rat?" Pansy asked in disgust as everyone sat back down to eat.

"Looks like it. I hope they didn't sleep in the same bed," Draco said airily taking a drink from his cup.

Harry laughed and raised his glass to him, "I hope they did."

When Severus came in to collect Harry for a meeting in Dumbledore office he wasn't only a little surprised. Asking Draco to put his bags in their room he followed Severus to the office. Harry didn't ask any questions on the way so it was a silent walk, until they got to the stairs.

"As my head of house I'm requesting you stay with me during this meeting," Harry asked after Severus gave the password. Severus gave a nod and made his way up.

"Come in!" was said before they could knock, Harry rolled his eyes and then schooled his face into confused awe.

"Harry, Severus! Thank you for joining me tonight, have a seat," Dumbledore said with a smile, blue eyes twinkling in the light. He either heard them in the hall or wasn't worried about Severus, considering he thought they hated each other it wasn't much of a surprise.

"Would you like a lemon drop Harry? They are my favorite,"Dumbledore asked guestering to the sweets on his desk.

"No thank you headmaster," Harry said politely.

"No one ever wants them. Oh well, more for me," Dumbledore chuckled.

"I'm sorry sir, maybe people would like some chocolate instead," Harry smiled at him before continuing hesitantly, "Di-did I do something wrong?"

"Oh! No my boy of course not. I have heard great things about your classes, you certainty take after your mother in that regard."

The effort Harry put into not rolling his eyes was herculean.

"I just brought you up for a chat. Now, you were in the great hall at lunch correct?"

"When that man appeared? Yes, that was weird. Is Ron okay?

"He's okay, a little confused of course but no lasting harm done of course. Now, the man who appeared. His name is Peter Pettigrew, he was a friend of your parents, along with a man named Sirius Black."

Harry nodded, a confused frown pulling at his face.

"After your parents untimely death Sirius was arrested for helping Voldemort in his plans and the murder of Peter. It turns out that was not the case. Peter had a trial today and admitted to being the person that betrayed your parents and framed Sirius Black."

"What happen to Mr. Black?"

"He was in our prison Azkaban. He has been released and is currently under the care of healers to get better."

"That's good Headmaster. I hope he gets better fast,"Harry smiled at him.

"I am sure he will. I've been informated he is with the best Healers. I haven't had a chance to see him but I have heard good things."

Lucy you doll.

"Will I get to meet him?" Harry asked

"I do believe so. He is your Godfather after all,"Dumbledore said.

"My Godfather? I have a godfather?" Harry asked, awe in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure once he is fully healed he will be excited to meet you. It will take some time, closer to summer I would say,"Dumbledore said, Harry now knew exactly what this conversation was about.

"I will get to see him at Summer then?" Harry asked, Dumbledore was a king at skirting around conversations and Harry wished he would get to the point.

"I'm sure we can find a way for you to visit him. Now I know that it may be exciting to have a Godfather my boy but I need to tell you that you will have to stay with the Dursleys. There are protections around the house that are very important for you to remain there."

"Why?"

"Voldemort had alot of enemies Harry, I fear they may come after you. So its imperative that you stay safe,"Dumbledore said seriously, folding his hands in front of him and staring at Harry closely.

"But I didn't do anything!" Harry protested, fear in his voice.

"I know my dear boy but I'm sure you have been informed of what happen. It's just a precaution but one we need to make sure you stay safe," Dumbledore reassured him.

Harry relaxed in his seat and smiled, "Okay Headmaster. As long as I can visit my Godfather, I don't mind staying with my relatives."

"Good. Now you can run along, Severus will guide you back to the common room," Dumbledore dismissed them.

"So what did you talk to Dumbledore about?" Draco asked later that night as they were readying for bed.

"Just wanted to make sure I stayed with the Dursleys this summer and didn't run away with Sirius."

"Oh, are you going to run away with Sirius?" Draco questioned, he was turned onto his side, a hand under his head the other drumming silently on the bed.

"No, I'll stay with the Dursleys mostly. I can visit anyone I want though, he can't say anything about that," Harry said, unlike Draco Harry was sitting up on his bed, sketchpad in lap. He had always liked art, being at the Dursleys he never fully embraced it and he had always been to busy at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione to have any time to practice. He decided it was time to embrace it this time around, he was pretty good if he said so himself.

"You know he will if you spent to much time away," Draco warned

"Probably," Harry shrugged.

They were quietly for a few minutes before Draco broke the silence, "Do you still feel bad about Thomas?"

Harry frowned, "I didn't feel bad about Thomas per say, I felt bad that I didn't feel..bad. I guess. I was more concerned about who would take over Lees commentary."

"Oh that's a good point. Thomas was good at it," Draco thought out loud, "But you shouldn't feel bad for how you feel about it Harry. You were never particularly close to Thomas, in either life, not everyone feels heartbreak and responsibility for the death of others. You were made to feel that way before, like it was your responsibility to help save everyone. You know thats not true anymore. This is a new life for us, don't let the old one affect this one."

"Thats true," Harry said quietly, "How about you? Did you have a good talk with your father?"

Draco frowned and flopped onto his back, very undignified for a Malfoy Heir, Harry thought.

"Yeah. It was..hard. He wanted more information about what it was like. I thought I had worked through most of it but I was wrong," Draco said whispering by the end of it, his voice full of pain.

Harry put the pad aside and went to Draco, scooting him over and slipping into his bed.

"Why do your sheets feel better then mine? Is this silk?" Harry asked incredulously staring at them.

Draco let out a laugh, "Only the best for a Malfoy, Potter. And why are you in my bed?"

Harry rolled his eyes and got comfortable, waving a hand and turning the lights off.

"Nightmares are better with company."

Neither had nightmares that night.