Changes
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and different sexual practices.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: This is my first fic written when I had PMS, which was apparently a few hours ago.
Gratitude sent to my best friend, Sher and to my close friend, Gurlash for support.
PROLOGUE
"Okay, I got everyone a bit of an inside information about the Malfoys?"
Harry's head snapped up, he leveled his gaze with Hermione's. Ron was sitting on the plush seat, his calves resting on the leather ottoman, his face unreadable, he tried acting less interested but failed miserably to do so. Hermione sat down gracefully and set a huge pile of parchments on top of the coffee table in the common room.
"Did you know that Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy was married 1974?" She scanned her parchments. "Yeah, they were married on the autumn of 1974."
"That's supposed to help us?" Ron asked silently, he crossed his legs, his rubber heels marking the leather ottoman. Hermione had the sudden urge to wipe the dirty prints at that moment and another part of her snapped; somebody was questioning her ability.
"I wasn't done talking Ron, wouldn't you trust me enough to finish?" Hermione snapped. Harry suppressed a half-grin. "Anyway, 1981, The Malfoy heir was born and there we have-"
"The devil." Ron said darkly. "The friggin' imp was born-"
"At exactly 13:00 on the 13th of January-"
"Which makes sense!" Ron exclaimed. "He was born on the 13th hour, on the 13th day and on the 13th month!"
"Actually Ron, he was born on 1:00 on the 13th of the first month," Harry pointed out. "But what I don't get is, how can he be the same year with us when he's a year younger?"
"Indeed?" Ron probed his gaze towards Hermione, who rolled her eyes skyward and scanning the parchments.
"Well, according to Dumbledore, he came here earlier to have a proposition with you Harry but luckily you didn't accept, his father has paid a large sum of money to get him in advanced. I guess he was asked to make you an ally of the darker side but failed because-"
"Of his normal egoistic and narcissistic manner." Ron continued.
"Ron Weasley, will you stop interrupting?" Hermione fumed. "Back on, Draco Malfoy was of the 49th generation of the Malfoys, they had actually existed for more than 20 centuries or something, Can you believe that? And he inherited almost every single knut in the Malfoy's vault. which I checked was about a whole 3 floors in Gringotts. meaning, 3000 vaults."
"Wow." Harry looked at Ron, who stared at Hermione. "He's probably the richest kid in the whole face of the planet."
Hermione nodded, ignoring the fact that she was, once again, interrupted. "A few months later, after he was born, his father had an affair. Don't ask me with who Ron, there was no name stated, but the bottom line is that Lucius Malfoy cheated on his mother which had caused an ultimate outrage."
"But I heard from Professor Snape or rather, overheard from him that Lucius Malfoy has a harem on his own manour, that doesn't make any sense." Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Not meaning to sound really obnoxious or nosy for that matter, isn't it similar?"
Hermione shrugged. "I have no idea about that Harry, but following on, Narcissa Malfoy decided to file a divorce against Lucius Malfoy."
"But they aren't divorced!" Ron pointed out. "They're not divorced Hermione, it's still not making any sense at all! And I thought we could all count on you!"
"Shut Up Ron, As I said, she filed a divorce, she had a lot of reasons to win, 1. She was physically abused, 2. Her husband was cheating on her and 3. It was an arranged marriage."
"We got onto that part, what made them "not" divorce?" Ron asked. Hermione skimmed through her parchments once again and a flicker of emotion raced through her face- probably excitement or apparent intimidation by Ron's suspension.
She grinned. "That's the conspiracy, the books do not simply state why but I have the reason and it's only one word and monosyllabic. US."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear you quite correctly?" Harry asked, He stared at Ron, who's brow scrounged up, giving him an image of "Igor". "What do you mean us?"
Hermione sighed. "It's like this, we did something in his past on the near future!"
"Huh?" Ron echoed.
"Look, picture this, we'll be doing something pretty soon and what we're supposed to do is help Malfoy's parents or stop Malfoy's parents rather from getting annulled and through this, we are going to affect his past as well as his future."
"And why should we do that?" Ron asked. "No intentions to sound rude, but why?"
Hermione shrugged. "Partly because we need his allegiance. And the good part is, we get to split into two parallel universe, one of us can go through the universe where Lucius and Narcissa really gets divorced and see the results and the other two is going to be in charged of trying to fix things up."
"Tell me, why are we doing this again?" Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Because we need his allegiance, you know. fealty, loyalty. to Dumbledore? He's one of Hogwart's top students and he's very experienced about dark arts and plus, he's a financial ally. So we get a lot of benefits."
"No, what I don't get is why does he want to keep his parents together when in fact, they don't really mingle?" Harry asked. "Did he see his own future? Did he go through it?"
Hermione nodded. "He checked it out himself and didn't want what he saw perhaps, according to Dumbledore, he scanned Malfoy's pensieve, not exactly telling me what will happen except that Narcissa wins the case and gets to bring the heir. She took ½ of the Malfoy's inheritance and had it under Draco Malfoy's name, Narcissa was rich herself so she raised Malfoy up and as told by Dumbledore, things were very complicated and the brat himself didn't like what he really saw."
Harry nodded, understanding a little bit. "When are we supposed to do this?"
Hermione grimaced. "Tomorrow."
"And what if we don't do this?" Ron asked.
"Then we wake up the next day and have different futures, you surely don't want that Ron, now, would you?" Hermione queried. "The pattern is like this, Harry will go alone as himself and see what will happen if the couple were not divorced. We, Ron, are going to fix the whole problem."
"How does it work exactly?" Harry asked. "And why does it seem like I get an easy job?"
"Because you're at risk if you try to stop the whole thing, you've got a scar remember? And how it works? I have no idea Harry, except that you go in as yourself and play a part there as a resident and no matter how much time has passed there, time will not pass here and only your fate will decide to let you go."
"Wait, what do you mean Fate will decide to let me go?"
"The universe will much less determine when you are ready to go. You will learn a lot from this journey Harry, to quote headmaster Dumbledore."
"But what if Fate does not like to let me go?"
"It's the universe that will judge as I said Harry but the decision will rely upon your heart."
"I am utterly speechless."
"Shut up, you!"
"But wouldn't I be in danger there too? I still have my scar?"
"Well Harry, if you try to fix it, you're going to meet you-know-who more than once and you're going to end up rolling on the floor and disrupting everything, it's better if you avoid him, that way, you're not going to end messing the assignment up." Ron provided the statement.
Harry shot him a look of pure venom. "You don't think I can handle it?"
"No," Ron shrugged. "You can't handle it, I mean, you allowed the danged bird to bring me up to the tower last year and you tripped on your way to save me?"
"Why don't you just drop that case? That was like. what? A year ago. I thought you understood that I had a diversion! You were free, weren't you?" Harry slammed his fists on the armrest. "I can't believe you still bring that topic up once in a while!"
"You can't blame me! I thought you wouldn't have made an exchange for me, I'm your friend Harry, I'm not supposed to be swapped!" Ron exclaimed.
"Like I said, it was a diversion!" Harry defended. "And besides, you told me to allow!"
"I was only testing you!"
"Stop it you two insufferable gits!" Hermione slammed a book on the coffee table. "We have to figure this out, Ron. I want you to go to the library and check more information while I coach Harry and tell him what to do on the mission tomorrow."
"But-"
"Go do it or I swear I'll hex you so fast that you'd be sterile 'till the day you die." Hermione pointed out. "And If that's not the case, I can go tell Padma that you thought she looked like a vulture on her new black dress robe and she can make your life a living hell. Choose."
Ron stood up and grudgingly pulled Hermione's parchments. "Alright, I'm only doing this because I don't want to be sterile and about the part of Padma, it was true nonetheless."
*****
"How exactly can we make this concoction?"
Hermione tapped her quill on the parchment. Harry and Ron were both standing beside her, Headmaster Dumbledore in front of them, chewing on a yellow jellybean. Ron had a strong drive to ask the headmaster what flavor it was but thought better of saving his lunch inside his stomach.
"It's quite simple, you only need the basic components-"
"I had already mixed the basic components, Headmaster but what I really need is the last ingredient, the book states that it needs the last ingredient only it didn't state what the last ingredient was."
Ron blinked at Harry, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. Harry rolled his shoulders, shaking his head and silently jabbing Ron on the ribs.
"The essence."
"The essence of what?" Hermione scratched her chin with the tip of her quill. "I'm sure we have that in Snape's cupboard, essence of Belladonna, Chamomile, Chrysanthemum, Roses."
"The essence of the bearer."
"Bearer, what bearer?" Ron asked loudly. "Us? We bear the potion right, essence of us?"
"The bearer of the future," Hermione mumbled. "We need Malfoy's essence?"
Headmaster Dumbledore nodded silently. "Yes, that kind of essence."
"Do we still need a fishing rod or anything to be able to catch the twerp?" Ron suggested. "Or perhaps a net or we can drug him or we can-"
"There's no need actually," Hermione said casually. "He's in the hospital bed, he's fell off his broom last practice from a sheer migraine and if we don't go through the potion, all of our destinies will be altered."
"Great thinking Ms. Granger," Headmaster Dumbledore bowed his head slowly. "We never doubted you, You're a perfect witch."
Hermione bowed her head, smiling a bit and ten grabbing Ron's hand. "Ron, come with me, we're going for the essence."
Harry was about to protest when Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry, I want you to sit and talk with me for a moment before you push through."
*****
"Madame Pomfrey, is it okay if we visit?"
Madame Pomfrey dropped the book she was reading and silently propped the books on the table. "And who do you want to visit?"
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermione tried to make a pleasant face, nudging Ron as his expression changed into pure scorn.
Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "I don't want any of you two doing something to him, he's mind is not in the state of consciousness yet, his mind is stuck in a peculiar Nirvana and I don't want either of you disturbing him."
"Actually, this is official business?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "And as much as you want to know, we don't want to do this or see him for the record."
"I'm sorry Madame Pomfrey for my friend's arrogance as well as ignorance but we really are here for Professor Dumbledore's orders, we have no schemes designed and I assure you that we will be able to help him."
"In a matter of days," Ron added. "And you would be thanking us for taking the burden off your shoulders."
Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow towards Ron. "Alright, but I don't want either of you staying long, I want you out of the ward within minutes, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes!" they said simultaneously.
*****
"I would like to remind you Harry that this world is quite different."
Harry nodded, staring at the walls in headmaster Dumbledore's office. The headmaster sighed and pushed his box of sweets towards harry and mumbled 'want some?' formally but Harry somehow, declined.
"The fate in the other world is cruel, don't be surprised in what you see."
"What do you mean?"
"You will still be Harry Potter in the other universe but things will be different, the world is designed for you to see it and thus, for you to live a rather easy life, illusions of your parents will be there."
"Illusions."
"Yes and what did Miss Granger mention about this?"
"She said something about me in the time, no matter the time passed the time here will not."
"She's actually correct but you will not appear at the same age, a few years older or a few years younger, false memories will appear."
"I don't understand."
"The mystery of the other world is not to be understood, it's to discover happiness."
"Are there any other bad effects?"
"No, Just. Do not fool yourself or get too attached with anyone there, time will come for you to get out and when you will, everything will be different."
"But I thought nothing will change."
"For us, nothing will but for you there will be."
"Change in what?"
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled sadly and pressed his palms on his chest. "Here."
******
"Hurry Ron, cut his hair!"
Ron held the scissors towards the blonde's hair, wiping the excess grease off his hands. He was pathetically acting disgusted when there's nothing disgusting.
"Bloody Hell Ron!"
Ron closed his eyes and snipped it one swift motion.
"RON!"
Ron opened his left eye as Hermione shrieked, he then opened both of his eyes to see crimson is his hands.
"Bloody Hell!"
Hermione desperately dabbed Malfoy's temples with the cuff of her robes. She took out a tiny glass vial and allowed the blood to drip.
"You bleeding idiot!" Hermione kicked Ron in the shins. "We promised Madame Pomfrey that we wouldn't do anything to him!"
"It was an accident!"
Hermione didn't respond. She was looking for something to cover his temples. He was still in deep sleep but she could not mistake the shiver that allowed the blond man's body to jerk. He looked like he had a stroke or he was an epileptic comatose!
"Let's get out of here," Hermione mumbled. "Before Madame Pomfrey tattles on Professor Snape and we'll get 3 months of detention."
"Fine."
*****
"Harry, anything bothering you chap?"
Harry smiled at Ron, shaking his head. "Everything is fine."
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked. "Cause if you're not, we can wait until sunrise."
"No, I don't want to delay anything."
"Come on, tell us what's bother you!" Ron grinned. "Come on!"
"We're your best friends, you can tell us just about anything!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm sorry for sounding so enthusiastic but this is an adventure or a break from exhausting school work."
"This is the first time I hear you call school work exhausting." Ron pointed out. "Welcome to the real world, Hermione."
"No, It's exhausting since it's very easy." Hermione smirked. "Really!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Harry?"
Harry sighed. "Dumbledore said something will change me once I go out."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione smiled. "That depends if you want a change to happen to you but if you have no intentions then of course, nothing will happen to you, be practical."
"Hermione, Professor Dumbledore says so." Ron pointed out. "Shouldn't we heed his advice?"
"And not do the experiment?" Hermione countered. "I'm sure he didn't say that."
"He didn't actually," Harry stared at his shoes. "He didn't mention anything about sabotaging or stopping the experiment except that I should watch out, key words: Attached and Illusions."
"But of course!" Hermione exclaimed. "You shouldn't get attached to illusions."
"But he's telling me like I really will." Harry murmured. "I don't know why I suddenly fear this but it's a bad feeling in the guts."
Hermione wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, just avoid emotions, people there are illusions, you should see Malfoy, He probably has attached himself to an illusion that he can't even snap a retort at us anymore."
"Actually Hermione, he can't snap a retort at harry," Ron said dryly. "When I insult him, he insults me back."
"Well, whose fault is it?"
Ron shrugged. "I was just pointing out the fact that nothing's changed him."
"It's natural Ron, when a person hits another person, the initial reaction is to hit back. we call that LIFE."
*****
"Do we really have to drink this? This has Malfoy's blood in it!"
Hermione sighed, exasperated.
"We might turn into full-proof arses or bastards or twits or pricks or-"
"You're acting like a sissy Ron," Hermione smacked his hands hard. "If you don't drink it, Fine, We're not forcing you but if there's something that happens, it's going to be all your fault and this mission depends on the whole of human race!"
"Okay" Ron grumbled. "But you go first!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and drank the glass vial with crimson liquid with the label APÓS, she then murmured "Ce qui s'est produit dans le passé."
She was then gone.
"What did she say?" Ron asked. "Was I supposed to say that too?"
Harry nodded. "Yes."
Ron then read the word on the glass vial and said the incantation.
Harry then closed his eyes and gripped the translucent glass vial. It had FUTURO written. He closed his eyes tighter and then murmured his own incantation "Celui qui doive venir encore."
*****
"How'd that happen?"
Ron asked Hermione, who slammed on top.
"What do you mean, how?" Hermione grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes. "I took it after you and I still end up below you."
"This universe has proper etiquette Ron, they let women fall on top of men to avoid mishaps."
Ron rolled his eyes and turned his head. "Where are we?"
*****
"HARRY!"
Harry whirled around and saw an aging Sirius, about 40 running towards him. Harry raised his palms and gasped as he saw the wrinkles and the freckles on the back. This wasn't his hand at 16.
"Son, welcome home!"
Harry's head snapped up. He saw warm brown eyes twinkling with no hidden malevolence. He blinked for a few moments.
"Is that how a son greets his mother and father when they haven't seen for 5 years because his son is so busy in playing professional quidditch?" He turned around once again and saw striking emerald eyes, vividly like his own.
He gasped.
"Surely, somebody has taught you manners?" Remus yawned and went forwards the huddle. "Or has quidditch and fame corrupted your mind?"
"HARRY!" Somebody screamed from what he realized was the kitchen door. "GLAD YOU'RE HOME!"
"Peter Pettigrew?" Harry's eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The girl with redhead smacked Harry's shoulders. "Harry, is that how you greet you uncle?"
"But. He. He." Harry stared at each of them before fainting.
*****
A/N: Well, okay, that was the end of the prologue and my abdomen's hurting like hell and there you have it. Hope you pity me enough to review and do those stuff. Thanks
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and different sexual practices.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: This is my first fic written when I had PMS, which was apparently a few hours ago.
Gratitude sent to my best friend, Sher and to my close friend, Gurlash for support.
PROLOGUE
"Okay, I got everyone a bit of an inside information about the Malfoys?"
Harry's head snapped up, he leveled his gaze with Hermione's. Ron was sitting on the plush seat, his calves resting on the leather ottoman, his face unreadable, he tried acting less interested but failed miserably to do so. Hermione sat down gracefully and set a huge pile of parchments on top of the coffee table in the common room.
"Did you know that Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy was married 1974?" She scanned her parchments. "Yeah, they were married on the autumn of 1974."
"That's supposed to help us?" Ron asked silently, he crossed his legs, his rubber heels marking the leather ottoman. Hermione had the sudden urge to wipe the dirty prints at that moment and another part of her snapped; somebody was questioning her ability.
"I wasn't done talking Ron, wouldn't you trust me enough to finish?" Hermione snapped. Harry suppressed a half-grin. "Anyway, 1981, The Malfoy heir was born and there we have-"
"The devil." Ron said darkly. "The friggin' imp was born-"
"At exactly 13:00 on the 13th of January-"
"Which makes sense!" Ron exclaimed. "He was born on the 13th hour, on the 13th day and on the 13th month!"
"Actually Ron, he was born on 1:00 on the 13th of the first month," Harry pointed out. "But what I don't get is, how can he be the same year with us when he's a year younger?"
"Indeed?" Ron probed his gaze towards Hermione, who rolled her eyes skyward and scanning the parchments.
"Well, according to Dumbledore, he came here earlier to have a proposition with you Harry but luckily you didn't accept, his father has paid a large sum of money to get him in advanced. I guess he was asked to make you an ally of the darker side but failed because-"
"Of his normal egoistic and narcissistic manner." Ron continued.
"Ron Weasley, will you stop interrupting?" Hermione fumed. "Back on, Draco Malfoy was of the 49th generation of the Malfoys, they had actually existed for more than 20 centuries or something, Can you believe that? And he inherited almost every single knut in the Malfoy's vault. which I checked was about a whole 3 floors in Gringotts. meaning, 3000 vaults."
"Wow." Harry looked at Ron, who stared at Hermione. "He's probably the richest kid in the whole face of the planet."
Hermione nodded, ignoring the fact that she was, once again, interrupted. "A few months later, after he was born, his father had an affair. Don't ask me with who Ron, there was no name stated, but the bottom line is that Lucius Malfoy cheated on his mother which had caused an ultimate outrage."
"But I heard from Professor Snape or rather, overheard from him that Lucius Malfoy has a harem on his own manour, that doesn't make any sense." Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Not meaning to sound really obnoxious or nosy for that matter, isn't it similar?"
Hermione shrugged. "I have no idea about that Harry, but following on, Narcissa Malfoy decided to file a divorce against Lucius Malfoy."
"But they aren't divorced!" Ron pointed out. "They're not divorced Hermione, it's still not making any sense at all! And I thought we could all count on you!"
"Shut Up Ron, As I said, she filed a divorce, she had a lot of reasons to win, 1. She was physically abused, 2. Her husband was cheating on her and 3. It was an arranged marriage."
"We got onto that part, what made them "not" divorce?" Ron asked. Hermione skimmed through her parchments once again and a flicker of emotion raced through her face- probably excitement or apparent intimidation by Ron's suspension.
She grinned. "That's the conspiracy, the books do not simply state why but I have the reason and it's only one word and monosyllabic. US."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear you quite correctly?" Harry asked, He stared at Ron, who's brow scrounged up, giving him an image of "Igor". "What do you mean us?"
Hermione sighed. "It's like this, we did something in his past on the near future!"
"Huh?" Ron echoed.
"Look, picture this, we'll be doing something pretty soon and what we're supposed to do is help Malfoy's parents or stop Malfoy's parents rather from getting annulled and through this, we are going to affect his past as well as his future."
"And why should we do that?" Ron asked. "No intentions to sound rude, but why?"
Hermione shrugged. "Partly because we need his allegiance. And the good part is, we get to split into two parallel universe, one of us can go through the universe where Lucius and Narcissa really gets divorced and see the results and the other two is going to be in charged of trying to fix things up."
"Tell me, why are we doing this again?" Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Because we need his allegiance, you know. fealty, loyalty. to Dumbledore? He's one of Hogwart's top students and he's very experienced about dark arts and plus, he's a financial ally. So we get a lot of benefits."
"No, what I don't get is why does he want to keep his parents together when in fact, they don't really mingle?" Harry asked. "Did he see his own future? Did he go through it?"
Hermione nodded. "He checked it out himself and didn't want what he saw perhaps, according to Dumbledore, he scanned Malfoy's pensieve, not exactly telling me what will happen except that Narcissa wins the case and gets to bring the heir. She took ½ of the Malfoy's inheritance and had it under Draco Malfoy's name, Narcissa was rich herself so she raised Malfoy up and as told by Dumbledore, things were very complicated and the brat himself didn't like what he really saw."
Harry nodded, understanding a little bit. "When are we supposed to do this?"
Hermione grimaced. "Tomorrow."
"And what if we don't do this?" Ron asked.
"Then we wake up the next day and have different futures, you surely don't want that Ron, now, would you?" Hermione queried. "The pattern is like this, Harry will go alone as himself and see what will happen if the couple were not divorced. We, Ron, are going to fix the whole problem."
"How does it work exactly?" Harry asked. "And why does it seem like I get an easy job?"
"Because you're at risk if you try to stop the whole thing, you've got a scar remember? And how it works? I have no idea Harry, except that you go in as yourself and play a part there as a resident and no matter how much time has passed there, time will not pass here and only your fate will decide to let you go."
"Wait, what do you mean Fate will decide to let me go?"
"The universe will much less determine when you are ready to go. You will learn a lot from this journey Harry, to quote headmaster Dumbledore."
"But what if Fate does not like to let me go?"
"It's the universe that will judge as I said Harry but the decision will rely upon your heart."
"I am utterly speechless."
"Shut up, you!"
"But wouldn't I be in danger there too? I still have my scar?"
"Well Harry, if you try to fix it, you're going to meet you-know-who more than once and you're going to end up rolling on the floor and disrupting everything, it's better if you avoid him, that way, you're not going to end messing the assignment up." Ron provided the statement.
Harry shot him a look of pure venom. "You don't think I can handle it?"
"No," Ron shrugged. "You can't handle it, I mean, you allowed the danged bird to bring me up to the tower last year and you tripped on your way to save me?"
"Why don't you just drop that case? That was like. what? A year ago. I thought you understood that I had a diversion! You were free, weren't you?" Harry slammed his fists on the armrest. "I can't believe you still bring that topic up once in a while!"
"You can't blame me! I thought you wouldn't have made an exchange for me, I'm your friend Harry, I'm not supposed to be swapped!" Ron exclaimed.
"Like I said, it was a diversion!" Harry defended. "And besides, you told me to allow!"
"I was only testing you!"
"Stop it you two insufferable gits!" Hermione slammed a book on the coffee table. "We have to figure this out, Ron. I want you to go to the library and check more information while I coach Harry and tell him what to do on the mission tomorrow."
"But-"
"Go do it or I swear I'll hex you so fast that you'd be sterile 'till the day you die." Hermione pointed out. "And If that's not the case, I can go tell Padma that you thought she looked like a vulture on her new black dress robe and she can make your life a living hell. Choose."
Ron stood up and grudgingly pulled Hermione's parchments. "Alright, I'm only doing this because I don't want to be sterile and about the part of Padma, it was true nonetheless."
*****
"How exactly can we make this concoction?"
Hermione tapped her quill on the parchment. Harry and Ron were both standing beside her, Headmaster Dumbledore in front of them, chewing on a yellow jellybean. Ron had a strong drive to ask the headmaster what flavor it was but thought better of saving his lunch inside his stomach.
"It's quite simple, you only need the basic components-"
"I had already mixed the basic components, Headmaster but what I really need is the last ingredient, the book states that it needs the last ingredient only it didn't state what the last ingredient was."
Ron blinked at Harry, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. Harry rolled his shoulders, shaking his head and silently jabbing Ron on the ribs.
"The essence."
"The essence of what?" Hermione scratched her chin with the tip of her quill. "I'm sure we have that in Snape's cupboard, essence of Belladonna, Chamomile, Chrysanthemum, Roses."
"The essence of the bearer."
"Bearer, what bearer?" Ron asked loudly. "Us? We bear the potion right, essence of us?"
"The bearer of the future," Hermione mumbled. "We need Malfoy's essence?"
Headmaster Dumbledore nodded silently. "Yes, that kind of essence."
"Do we still need a fishing rod or anything to be able to catch the twerp?" Ron suggested. "Or perhaps a net or we can drug him or we can-"
"There's no need actually," Hermione said casually. "He's in the hospital bed, he's fell off his broom last practice from a sheer migraine and if we don't go through the potion, all of our destinies will be altered."
"Great thinking Ms. Granger," Headmaster Dumbledore bowed his head slowly. "We never doubted you, You're a perfect witch."
Hermione bowed her head, smiling a bit and ten grabbing Ron's hand. "Ron, come with me, we're going for the essence."
Harry was about to protest when Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry, I want you to sit and talk with me for a moment before you push through."
*****
"Madame Pomfrey, is it okay if we visit?"
Madame Pomfrey dropped the book she was reading and silently propped the books on the table. "And who do you want to visit?"
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermione tried to make a pleasant face, nudging Ron as his expression changed into pure scorn.
Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "I don't want any of you two doing something to him, he's mind is not in the state of consciousness yet, his mind is stuck in a peculiar Nirvana and I don't want either of you disturbing him."
"Actually, this is official business?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "And as much as you want to know, we don't want to do this or see him for the record."
"I'm sorry Madame Pomfrey for my friend's arrogance as well as ignorance but we really are here for Professor Dumbledore's orders, we have no schemes designed and I assure you that we will be able to help him."
"In a matter of days," Ron added. "And you would be thanking us for taking the burden off your shoulders."
Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow towards Ron. "Alright, but I don't want either of you staying long, I want you out of the ward within minutes, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes!" they said simultaneously.
*****
"I would like to remind you Harry that this world is quite different."
Harry nodded, staring at the walls in headmaster Dumbledore's office. The headmaster sighed and pushed his box of sweets towards harry and mumbled 'want some?' formally but Harry somehow, declined.
"The fate in the other world is cruel, don't be surprised in what you see."
"What do you mean?"
"You will still be Harry Potter in the other universe but things will be different, the world is designed for you to see it and thus, for you to live a rather easy life, illusions of your parents will be there."
"Illusions."
"Yes and what did Miss Granger mention about this?"
"She said something about me in the time, no matter the time passed the time here will not."
"She's actually correct but you will not appear at the same age, a few years older or a few years younger, false memories will appear."
"I don't understand."
"The mystery of the other world is not to be understood, it's to discover happiness."
"Are there any other bad effects?"
"No, Just. Do not fool yourself or get too attached with anyone there, time will come for you to get out and when you will, everything will be different."
"But I thought nothing will change."
"For us, nothing will but for you there will be."
"Change in what?"
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled sadly and pressed his palms on his chest. "Here."
******
"Hurry Ron, cut his hair!"
Ron held the scissors towards the blonde's hair, wiping the excess grease off his hands. He was pathetically acting disgusted when there's nothing disgusting.
"Bloody Hell Ron!"
Ron closed his eyes and snipped it one swift motion.
"RON!"
Ron opened his left eye as Hermione shrieked, he then opened both of his eyes to see crimson is his hands.
"Bloody Hell!"
Hermione desperately dabbed Malfoy's temples with the cuff of her robes. She took out a tiny glass vial and allowed the blood to drip.
"You bleeding idiot!" Hermione kicked Ron in the shins. "We promised Madame Pomfrey that we wouldn't do anything to him!"
"It was an accident!"
Hermione didn't respond. She was looking for something to cover his temples. He was still in deep sleep but she could not mistake the shiver that allowed the blond man's body to jerk. He looked like he had a stroke or he was an epileptic comatose!
"Let's get out of here," Hermione mumbled. "Before Madame Pomfrey tattles on Professor Snape and we'll get 3 months of detention."
"Fine."
*****
"Harry, anything bothering you chap?"
Harry smiled at Ron, shaking his head. "Everything is fine."
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked. "Cause if you're not, we can wait until sunrise."
"No, I don't want to delay anything."
"Come on, tell us what's bother you!" Ron grinned. "Come on!"
"We're your best friends, you can tell us just about anything!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm sorry for sounding so enthusiastic but this is an adventure or a break from exhausting school work."
"This is the first time I hear you call school work exhausting." Ron pointed out. "Welcome to the real world, Hermione."
"No, It's exhausting since it's very easy." Hermione smirked. "Really!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Harry?"
Harry sighed. "Dumbledore said something will change me once I go out."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione smiled. "That depends if you want a change to happen to you but if you have no intentions then of course, nothing will happen to you, be practical."
"Hermione, Professor Dumbledore says so." Ron pointed out. "Shouldn't we heed his advice?"
"And not do the experiment?" Hermione countered. "I'm sure he didn't say that."
"He didn't actually," Harry stared at his shoes. "He didn't mention anything about sabotaging or stopping the experiment except that I should watch out, key words: Attached and Illusions."
"But of course!" Hermione exclaimed. "You shouldn't get attached to illusions."
"But he's telling me like I really will." Harry murmured. "I don't know why I suddenly fear this but it's a bad feeling in the guts."
Hermione wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, just avoid emotions, people there are illusions, you should see Malfoy, He probably has attached himself to an illusion that he can't even snap a retort at us anymore."
"Actually Hermione, he can't snap a retort at harry," Ron said dryly. "When I insult him, he insults me back."
"Well, whose fault is it?"
Ron shrugged. "I was just pointing out the fact that nothing's changed him."
"It's natural Ron, when a person hits another person, the initial reaction is to hit back. we call that LIFE."
*****
"Do we really have to drink this? This has Malfoy's blood in it!"
Hermione sighed, exasperated.
"We might turn into full-proof arses or bastards or twits or pricks or-"
"You're acting like a sissy Ron," Hermione smacked his hands hard. "If you don't drink it, Fine, We're not forcing you but if there's something that happens, it's going to be all your fault and this mission depends on the whole of human race!"
"Okay" Ron grumbled. "But you go first!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and drank the glass vial with crimson liquid with the label APÓS, she then murmured "Ce qui s'est produit dans le passé."
She was then gone.
"What did she say?" Ron asked. "Was I supposed to say that too?"
Harry nodded. "Yes."
Ron then read the word on the glass vial and said the incantation.
Harry then closed his eyes and gripped the translucent glass vial. It had FUTURO written. He closed his eyes tighter and then murmured his own incantation "Celui qui doive venir encore."
*****
"How'd that happen?"
Ron asked Hermione, who slammed on top.
"What do you mean, how?" Hermione grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes. "I took it after you and I still end up below you."
"This universe has proper etiquette Ron, they let women fall on top of men to avoid mishaps."
Ron rolled his eyes and turned his head. "Where are we?"
*****
"HARRY!"
Harry whirled around and saw an aging Sirius, about 40 running towards him. Harry raised his palms and gasped as he saw the wrinkles and the freckles on the back. This wasn't his hand at 16.
"Son, welcome home!"
Harry's head snapped up. He saw warm brown eyes twinkling with no hidden malevolence. He blinked for a few moments.
"Is that how a son greets his mother and father when they haven't seen for 5 years because his son is so busy in playing professional quidditch?" He turned around once again and saw striking emerald eyes, vividly like his own.
He gasped.
"Surely, somebody has taught you manners?" Remus yawned and went forwards the huddle. "Or has quidditch and fame corrupted your mind?"
"HARRY!" Somebody screamed from what he realized was the kitchen door. "GLAD YOU'RE HOME!"
"Peter Pettigrew?" Harry's eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The girl with redhead smacked Harry's shoulders. "Harry, is that how you greet you uncle?"
"But. He. He." Harry stared at each of them before fainting.
*****
A/N: Well, okay, that was the end of the prologue and my abdomen's hurting like hell and there you have it. Hope you pity me enough to review and do those stuff. Thanks