I am sooo sorry I didn't update in a while. My computer had some not-so-
minor difficulties including having its motherboard fried by a certain
deadly virus. We had to replace it. So here is the best I got so far.
By the way, if you know that I spelled inadimant wrong and know how to spell it, please put it in the review. thanks a lot.
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Draco clambered out of bed and thought deeply. If he was in the past, then he wouldn't be able to find help unless he found somebody intelligent. And that didn't include Potter's father.
"I need to talk to Lucius Malfoy," he said to the two boys.
"Who? Sorry, but I don't know who Lucius Malfoy *is*, and therefore it is hard help you," Lupin said, looking apologetic.
"You don't know he is? URGH!" Draco said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. His father had *said* he knew Potter and Black when they were younger. Then how come they didn't know who Lucius Malfoy was? Unless-
Unless it was after they got out of school. Draco stormed out of the hospital wing and headed back down to the trophy room. He approached the list of head boys and prefects. Slowly he looked down the list. There was James Potter...Lucius Malfoy was eight years above him. Of course, how could his father be in Potter's year? Both of them were head boys.
On the list of prefects, Draco noticed his mother in the same year as Potter, but it was no use talking to her. She was pretty daft. Along with being much younger than Draco's father is, she was also much less intelligent. All she knew how to do was order servants around. she didn't even dress herself, all she could do on her own was piss.
Draco realized that he must have been talking to himself, because a voice behind him said, "You obviously disdain your mother."
Draco spun around to find himself facing Sirius Black. This time, the other boy was alone. He was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, and an arrogant smile on his face.
"What do you want? Come to blow *me* up too?" Draco snapped. He instantly cursed himself for his stupidity-Sirius Black wasn't a murderer yet, and would have no idea what Draco meant.
Sure enough, there was a look of astonishment and confusment on the soon-to- be murderer's face. "What are you talking about?" Black asked.
Draco thought quickly. "You've probably blown so many things up, you've gotten bored with inadimant objects, you want to try something new," Draco said.
He didn't really expect one of Potter's friends to know what inadimant *meant*, but obviously he did, because he started laughing. Of course, Black wasn't turning out to be what Draco expected. Along with being handsome, which didn't show in his mug shot, his voice was wasn't at all high and cruel like Voldemort's was. And it appeared Black had a sense of humor. Strangely enough, he was starting to like the convict-to-be.
"Trust me, I've long gotten over the urge to kill somebody. Believe me, I've tried, twice. One of those times I was successful, and wasn't happy with the reaction. It was a temporary lack of sanity on my part," Black said, a smile still on his face.
"You actually *did* kill somebody?" Draco asked, wide-eyed.
"Yup. I *tried* to kill me cousin last year, and succeeded in killing my father the year before. But, hey, you can't have everything."
"Who's your cousin?"
"Severus Snape." Black scowled at the thought.
"*Snape*? You're kidding, right?" Draco asked, rather astonished.
"Nope. I would have gone to jail for *sure* if I succeeded that time. Not to mention lost all me friends. Take my advice: don't get caught up in a murdering plot."
"Remind me again why you've decided to tell me this."
"I don't know. I guess because I like to show off my talents. By the way, I think I *do* know your father."
"You do? And how do you know my name?"
"Come with me." Black headed out of the trophy room. They headed out onto the front lawn, and Draco saw him.
There was his father, Lucius Malfoy, twenty years younger. He was climbing into one of the horse-less carriages. Draco ran to catch up, yelling at them to stop. It didn't work. The carriage was off and there was nothing to do to stop it.
"Better luck next time old chap," Black said.
He sounded funny trying to do an English accent with his Irish one mixed in. Draco who was at the point of crying gave out a hiccuped laugh. Black's humor helped a little, but Draco, more than anything, wanted help getting back to his own time. And now he was stuck in 1977, with no way out. But Malfoys didn't cry, and he held it in.
"What am I going to do?" Draco asked Black despairingly, turning around.
"Well, first you can go to Dumbledore."
Draco groaned at the suggestion, but knew that Black was right. At least let the teachers know who you are, then come up with a story to convince the other students.
"Besides," said his new companion as they headed back to the castle, "at least you have somebody intelligent to talk to."
It was true without Black knowing it. Crabbe and Goyle had been getting on Draco's nerves because they were so dumb. Whenever he went to the library, the two would hang over his shoulder, doing nothing. He didn't even think they could read, let alone come up with anything to say. He was almost even jealous of Potter, because at least Granger knew things.
They stopped outside a huge stone Griffin, and Black said "Acid pops."
The griffin started going up, showing a spiraling staircase, and Draco and Black stood on it. It was a strange sensation, going up without walking, let alone in circles. He was just starting to get dizzy when it came to a stop at a large wooden door.
"How do you know the password to Dumbledore's office?" Draco asked, suddenly realizing the strangness.
"When one gets in so much trouble that one has to come up here once a week, then they tend to memorize it's location and password," Black said idly.
They knocked on the door. It was immediately swung open by Professor Mcgonagall.
"What have you done now?" she asked automatically.
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," Black said, as Draco smirked at the thought that the teachers presumed right away that Black had done something wrong.
"Very well." McGonagall allowed them in, and left herself, slamming the door behind her.
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk. He looked up and folded his hands, ready to listen.
"Professor, I think we have a problem. He fell through a time portal or something and landed here. He's from 1997," Black said, indicating Draco.
"We will find a way to send him back, and in the meantime, he can pretend to be a transfer student. We can put him in your dormitory. That's all."
Draco looked at Black with doubt. Dumbledore was even more goofy when he was twenty years younger.
They got up and went back down the spiraling staircase. This was with difficulty, as it was still heading up. after about half an hour of struggling, they finally reached the bottom. Black gave the stairs a hard kick. At first Draco was afraid that he would break some toes. Then he noticed that Black was neglecting the dress code and wearing steel-toed shoes.
"Well then, come with me." Black said, before leading Draco off to the Gryffindor common room.
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Author's notes: again, I am really sorry for the delay. I am just glad my friend will let me load this on her computer. But never fear, we're getting a new motherboard this weekend and I will be able to update more often.
By the way, if you know that I spelled inadimant wrong and know how to spell it, please put it in the review. thanks a lot.
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Draco clambered out of bed and thought deeply. If he was in the past, then he wouldn't be able to find help unless he found somebody intelligent. And that didn't include Potter's father.
"I need to talk to Lucius Malfoy," he said to the two boys.
"Who? Sorry, but I don't know who Lucius Malfoy *is*, and therefore it is hard help you," Lupin said, looking apologetic.
"You don't know he is? URGH!" Draco said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. His father had *said* he knew Potter and Black when they were younger. Then how come they didn't know who Lucius Malfoy was? Unless-
Unless it was after they got out of school. Draco stormed out of the hospital wing and headed back down to the trophy room. He approached the list of head boys and prefects. Slowly he looked down the list. There was James Potter...Lucius Malfoy was eight years above him. Of course, how could his father be in Potter's year? Both of them were head boys.
On the list of prefects, Draco noticed his mother in the same year as Potter, but it was no use talking to her. She was pretty daft. Along with being much younger than Draco's father is, she was also much less intelligent. All she knew how to do was order servants around. she didn't even dress herself, all she could do on her own was piss.
Draco realized that he must have been talking to himself, because a voice behind him said, "You obviously disdain your mother."
Draco spun around to find himself facing Sirius Black. This time, the other boy was alone. He was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, and an arrogant smile on his face.
"What do you want? Come to blow *me* up too?" Draco snapped. He instantly cursed himself for his stupidity-Sirius Black wasn't a murderer yet, and would have no idea what Draco meant.
Sure enough, there was a look of astonishment and confusment on the soon-to- be murderer's face. "What are you talking about?" Black asked.
Draco thought quickly. "You've probably blown so many things up, you've gotten bored with inadimant objects, you want to try something new," Draco said.
He didn't really expect one of Potter's friends to know what inadimant *meant*, but obviously he did, because he started laughing. Of course, Black wasn't turning out to be what Draco expected. Along with being handsome, which didn't show in his mug shot, his voice was wasn't at all high and cruel like Voldemort's was. And it appeared Black had a sense of humor. Strangely enough, he was starting to like the convict-to-be.
"Trust me, I've long gotten over the urge to kill somebody. Believe me, I've tried, twice. One of those times I was successful, and wasn't happy with the reaction. It was a temporary lack of sanity on my part," Black said, a smile still on his face.
"You actually *did* kill somebody?" Draco asked, wide-eyed.
"Yup. I *tried* to kill me cousin last year, and succeeded in killing my father the year before. But, hey, you can't have everything."
"Who's your cousin?"
"Severus Snape." Black scowled at the thought.
"*Snape*? You're kidding, right?" Draco asked, rather astonished.
"Nope. I would have gone to jail for *sure* if I succeeded that time. Not to mention lost all me friends. Take my advice: don't get caught up in a murdering plot."
"Remind me again why you've decided to tell me this."
"I don't know. I guess because I like to show off my talents. By the way, I think I *do* know your father."
"You do? And how do you know my name?"
"Come with me." Black headed out of the trophy room. They headed out onto the front lawn, and Draco saw him.
There was his father, Lucius Malfoy, twenty years younger. He was climbing into one of the horse-less carriages. Draco ran to catch up, yelling at them to stop. It didn't work. The carriage was off and there was nothing to do to stop it.
"Better luck next time old chap," Black said.
He sounded funny trying to do an English accent with his Irish one mixed in. Draco who was at the point of crying gave out a hiccuped laugh. Black's humor helped a little, but Draco, more than anything, wanted help getting back to his own time. And now he was stuck in 1977, with no way out. But Malfoys didn't cry, and he held it in.
"What am I going to do?" Draco asked Black despairingly, turning around.
"Well, first you can go to Dumbledore."
Draco groaned at the suggestion, but knew that Black was right. At least let the teachers know who you are, then come up with a story to convince the other students.
"Besides," said his new companion as they headed back to the castle, "at least you have somebody intelligent to talk to."
It was true without Black knowing it. Crabbe and Goyle had been getting on Draco's nerves because they were so dumb. Whenever he went to the library, the two would hang over his shoulder, doing nothing. He didn't even think they could read, let alone come up with anything to say. He was almost even jealous of Potter, because at least Granger knew things.
They stopped outside a huge stone Griffin, and Black said "Acid pops."
The griffin started going up, showing a spiraling staircase, and Draco and Black stood on it. It was a strange sensation, going up without walking, let alone in circles. He was just starting to get dizzy when it came to a stop at a large wooden door.
"How do you know the password to Dumbledore's office?" Draco asked, suddenly realizing the strangness.
"When one gets in so much trouble that one has to come up here once a week, then they tend to memorize it's location and password," Black said idly.
They knocked on the door. It was immediately swung open by Professor Mcgonagall.
"What have you done now?" she asked automatically.
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," Black said, as Draco smirked at the thought that the teachers presumed right away that Black had done something wrong.
"Very well." McGonagall allowed them in, and left herself, slamming the door behind her.
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk. He looked up and folded his hands, ready to listen.
"Professor, I think we have a problem. He fell through a time portal or something and landed here. He's from 1997," Black said, indicating Draco.
"We will find a way to send him back, and in the meantime, he can pretend to be a transfer student. We can put him in your dormitory. That's all."
Draco looked at Black with doubt. Dumbledore was even more goofy when he was twenty years younger.
They got up and went back down the spiraling staircase. This was with difficulty, as it was still heading up. after about half an hour of struggling, they finally reached the bottom. Black gave the stairs a hard kick. At first Draco was afraid that he would break some toes. Then he noticed that Black was neglecting the dress code and wearing steel-toed shoes.
"Well then, come with me." Black said, before leading Draco off to the Gryffindor common room.
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Author's notes: again, I am really sorry for the delay. I am just glad my friend will let me load this on her computer. But never fear, we're getting a new motherboard this weekend and I will be able to update more often.
