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Chapter two: falling back to earth

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Draco felt himself falling into blackness. But as soon as he fell, he landed. There was a clash as he landed in the trophy room on top of a case. He screamed as the glass broke and he got broken shards in his skin.

He lay there in pain for a few minutes before he heard voices coming.

"I find it hard to believe you two becoming Prefects, let alone *him* becoming head boy," said a quiet voice.

"You're just jealous, because we're better than you." The second voice was louder, and much deeper.

"You? Better than Moony? You've got to be joking." The last one was in between the other two, and had an arrogant air about it.

The first to notice Draco was small, compared to his two friends. He had brown hair with silver streaks in it. His eyes were most unusual; brown, with a splash of green. He was pale and tired-looking, like he had some sort of chronic illness. But Draco had the feeling that though he didn't look it, he was very strong and fast, and even more clever.

The second was very tall. He was also pale, but not in the same way as the first. His eyes were dark, and they looked empty and full all at once. Cold and warm. His hair was black, and so shiny Draco had the feeling he could see his face in it. He was muscular, and had the look like he had labored hard all his life.

The last caught Draco by surprise. He looked just like Potter. But he wasn't. The glasses were different, and he was taller. And the look-a-like had blue eyes. He looked like he was smarter than the brat Draco knew, and (if it was possible) more arrogant.

The dark one raised an eyebrow, looking as if he was about to laugh. Finally, he gave out a snort, and was immediately punched in the arm by the sick one.

"Shut up," he hissed, "it's not nice to laugh when others are in pain."

"It's not polite not to help someone in pain up *either*," Draco said irritably.

The Potter-look-a-like grabbed Draco's arm, but Draco gave a yell, "don't touch me! It hurts!"

"Then how do you expect me to help you?" the dark one yelled back.

"I don't know, just don't touch me!"

After fifteen minutes of brainstorming, he was finally floated up to the hospital wing by the look-a-like. Madam Pomfrey gave him a sleeping potion, and began her work.

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Draco woke up a while later, glass out of his back and cuts healed. The sick boy was looking out the window. He was talking to himself in what seemed a different language. His eyes were closed as if he were memorizing something. The dark one was asleep in an armchair. The Potter one wasn't even there.

Madam Pomfrey came bustling over to him. "Oh, good, you're awake. It's a good thing we have such a good headboy. Such a clever young man he is."

'Wait a second, I'm headboy,' Draco thought as he sat up. "But. . . *who's* head boy?"

"My buddy Prongs." The dark one sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"No! look." Draco practically threw his badge at the boys.

"Very good," the sick one said, looking at the badge. "The only problem is this one says the year is 1997. This would be good twenty years from now."

"WHAT!?" Draco got up and ran to the calender. The year said 1977. "Listen, I get the joke, okay. But you all can stop playing now."

"I think our friend here got hit one to many times with broken glass," the dark one said, punching himself in the head with his eyes crossed.

"What's your name?" the other one asked.

Draco was coming to his senses. He would have seen these boys before if he was in his own time. Just in case, he said the first name that came into his head: "Sirius Black." If he was really back in time, nobody would know who Sirius Black was yet.

"Right," the dark one said, sarcastically. He was now looking at Draco as if he had gone mad.

"I think you're the one joking with *us*," the sick one said, severely.

"No."

"MY name is Sirius Black, you eejit," the dark one said. "And this is my friend Remus, and my friend James is head boy."

Now he was sure that he was completely mad. "I think you're right. I have gotten hit too hard. Maybe if I go back to sleep, I will wake up where I belong."

Draco rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, he was in the hospital wing. 'Oh good. Somebody got me out of that stair and now I will sit up, and go downstairs and Harry Potter will laugh at me.' The thought of being laughed at by his worst enemy never seemed so good.

When he sat up with a goofy smile he was very cheerful. But the smile was quickly wiped from his face.

Sirius Black was still sitting in the armchair, and Remus Lupin was standing behind it.