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"Alright Mr. Holloway I think that you are best for the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. You seem to know the most about this field even though I don't think you are being completely honest with me though," Dumbledore peered down over his new half-moon spectacles at Harry, "I am giving you the job because you seem to be the best candidate as of now, and term is starting in a few weeks. Be warned though, I will be watching," Albus' eyes began to twinkle again after the lecture, but Harry could feel a small amount of warning escape from Dumbledore. Then suddenly Harry could see it, a bright red aura around the headmaster.
"Are you okay Professor Holloway?" Dumbledore looked at the young before him who had suddenly gone pale and gotten wide eyed.
"Y-yes," Harry barely chocked out the words, "I-I get this sometimes. I er… had a bad run in with a Dark Wizard a few years back. Cursed me with something awful, and totally incurable. Occasionally I get the effects to come back on me. Don't worry I won't be able to hurt anyone, its just like a really bad migraine sometimes. The worst has past," with that Harry fainted.
"Oh dear," muttered Albus who conjured a magical stretcher and left for the Hospital Wing.
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Harry awoke to hushed voices on the other side of his curtain. From lessons learned previously, Harry pretended to be asleep and listened.
"He's been out for hours Albus! Shouldn't we contact someone?"
"I would but I don't know who to contact Poppy. I can't seem to find anyone who has ever heard of a Harry Holloway, except Tom the new Inn Keeper at the Leaky Cauldron. Said him and his brother checked in about a week ago. Not too chummy he said. So I sent an owl to his brother Drake Holloway. I hope that he gets it soon-"
Dumbledore and Poppy were cut off by the Infirmary door bursting open and Drake sweeping in as fast as his blue polyester robes would allow.
"What happened?" Draco usually wasn't one to be overly polite and when his very existence was in danger he just plain didn't care.
"Your brother, Harry got a migraine caused by something a Dark Wizard did to him," Dumbledore paused watching Drake's young face for anything that might give him a clue as to what was going on, but as Drake was a well-trained aurora his face showed nothing, "and then he fainted. He seems to have been out for a couple of hours. Do you-" yet again Albus was cut off by Drake.
"Where is he? He shouldn't have been unconscious this long."
The Headmaster led Draco to Harry's bed and pulled out his wand right as Harry opened his eyes.
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry grinned sheepishly, "I hope that your not wanting a new Professor after that."
"Does this happen often?" Dumbledore and Poppy peered over Harry who sat up on the stiff hospital bed and looked like nothing had ever happened, in fact Albus noticed he looked healthier almost.
"I don't know how often it is going to happen, but my mentor said that it should get easier and easier to beat as time goes on. It usually only last a moment as a headache as I said before, but I think that the changes in lifestyle that I have been experiencing over the past week or two was the main reason. I also usually carry an antidote potion with me, but I didn't think I would look like a very promising candidate if I took a swig from it," Harry held his head down in what he hoped was a good guilty look of good intentions gone wrong.
"As of current we don't have anyone else who is as nearly as qualified as you. You still have the job, but I do ask that you tell me of any other problems that you might possible have," Harry saw the red aura around Albus again but didn't feel any nausea at all this time so he accepted it as just another one of new found powers. Potter then thought about Dumbledore's question, he thought of the future, of Voldemort, and the poem, and his parents. Harry had a perfectly good answer waiting for him, "Nope."
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After Harry and Drake managed to get out of Hogwarts, they prepared to go their separate ways for a while until they got any new news. Today both men went to Flourish and Blotts to give the storeowners the list of books for the new Hogwarts term. Harry was also to his disgust getting drilled on what to and to not do once he was at Hogwarts.
Also on the list of things to do was get an entire wardrobe of robes and accessories to match their time period. Harry absolutely hated the styles of the '70's and was beginning to wish that his parents were a little older. The dress of wizard's Harry's age was very polyester, shiny, and tight. A polyester robe that was tight in the upper body area and then slowly flared into out in a full bell at the bottom (it ended just above your ankles), and under the robes it was considered extremely stylish if you wore matching bellbottoms under your robes. The flared bottom of the bellbottoms was so large that they stuck out from under you 'over robe.' Harry would have rather lived in his Professor robes, but as Drake rather rudely pointed out that he needed to popular among the students for James to tell him anything.
After that Harry and Drake went their separate ways to catch up on the gossip of Voldemort's whereabouts in some of the darkest pubs in all of Britain…
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Draco walked down Knockturn Alley with his black over robe and matching bellbottoms swishing all the way. This wasn't exactly how he planned on entering his first mission.
At least he thought, I am not stuck in a bottle green color like Potter. Though I did get off on the bad end of the whole name thing, even if I could use Draco as my nickname.
Draco opened a heavy wooden door and instinctively pulled his wand out. He had memories of his father taking him here many times before Draco had killed him. This particular pub had a reputation for being the darkest pub in all of Great Britain and Draco didn't doubt it. It reminded him of that pub in a muggle movie Star Wars where a man was killed and the whole pub didn't really notice anything (that he had once seen while dating his latest ex who happened to have a great love of muggle movies). Stepping inside the atmosphere of the dimly lighted pub swept over the young Malfoy. The first thing that he noticed was his father sitting with a younger and much healthier looking Severus Snape. A lump formed inside of his throat, a mix of emotions swept over him, and Draco knew that this was suddenly turning into more of a personal mission than he could afford. That was the first thing that they taught you in aurora training, never make your mission personal because it will only interfere. Then again, Draco reasoned with himself with times the way they are er… will be who wouldn't be on a personal mission here.
After ordering a light drink Draco took to sitting at the bar and listening in on what was going on around him. Luckily in their last year of Defense Against the Dark Arts they had had a real teacher who had taught them some of the codes that were commonly used among the early Death Eaters. Using this code Draco decoded some entirely useless information from his father and future Potions Master, like which rum was best. Deciding that nothing was getting any better Draco drained his drink, paid, and then did a quick scan of the pub and left.
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Once Draco got back to the hotel room he showered off as he did after every mission, put on some of his regular robes, and picked up his 'Magical Mobile' that Dumbledore had Arthur Weasley had cooked up. This was identical to a muggle mobile phone in appearance, but let you talk to people through time. The young aurora picked up the phone and dialed 1111 to get Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, I am not having any luck at all. Any advice that you can see from your past?" When Draco looked pack on this journey latter he thought it rather ironic that a man that he used to hate with a fiery passion he would one day trust his life with, and do anything for.
"All I can see is that you must, must not let Harry be seen at any places that might be associated with Death Eaters or anything dark at all. I will be very suspicious of him for some time, so you must not let him be in any situations that will make him look as a Dark Wizard."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"Not at the moment. You know that anyone's memory that you are directly effecting by time travel have a hard time remembering anything that is to happen to them before the time that the time travel has yet to live or re-live as some cases may be."
"I'll get back to you on anything else. Thank you sir," with that the connection fizzled out and Draco clicked his Magical Mobil off just as Harry walked in.
"Ah Potter. Just finished talking to the future Albus. He said that he is very suspicious of you at the moment and that you shouldn't be put in anymore situations than necessary that might make you look like a Dark Wizard. That would cause some major problems."
"Really?" Harry's sarcasm was dripping off his words, "I am assuming that you had a successful night, because I as sure as hell didn't."
"Unfortunately didn't. I saw my father and our favorite Potions Master at Black Rum Pub. They were talking in Death Eater code 3 about different kinds of rum."
Both men sighed and looked at each other, "What are we going to do?" Harry ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Draco expectantly.
"What am I Potter? Your magic eight ball? How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"Well I obviously can't spy anymore, except at Hogwarts. Since I am not trusted I seriously doubt that I am not going to get much there. You could rent out a place in Hogsmeede and spy around for a while. Then we could meet every Hogsmeede Weekend to discuss what's going on. If it's something urgent then you can just come up to the school and say that it's some kind of personal emergency."
"Oh, so you get to sit up in the safety of Dumbledore, and I get to go around and nearly get myself killed? No wonder you have no worries about this whole mission!"
"Well, if you have a better idea I am all ears," Harry sneered at the blonde boy across from him that now had his nose.
"Alright, fine. I'll go and be the hero. Remember that when you are digging my grave Potter."
And with that Draco blew out the candle and went to bed, leaving Harry in the dark to think.
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A/N- Wow! I finished another chapter!!! Draco is called Drake because they figured that Draco was too uncommon a name and might be recognized by someone… Another thing is that this won't be a slash just for your general info. The reason why might come up in other chapters. I tried to get Draco in the story more, but it is too early in the story to let anything really happen. Next chapter will have Harry meeting the other Professors and the sorting ceremony. Please REVIEW!!! And the next chapter will be dedicated to the person who can tell me what year James and Co. are going into!! (HINT: the year, like 1970 whatever, was in one of the previous chapters)
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