Memory's Of a Time That Never Was

Draco pov

I hadn't slept well. Not that this was unusual, I normally only slept half the night, the rest being filled with nightmares, but this last night they weren't exactly what one would call a 'nightmare' not that they didn't scare me just as much. I blushed in recollection then scowled, shaking my head and firmly ordering myself to get a grip and remember not to eat before bedtime.

The first class of the day would be Transfigurations, with the Gryffindors and, him. I steeled himself and firmly, attempted, to push out of my mind the dreams from last night. It didn't work very well. The majority of everyone was already seated leaving me with three seating options, sit beside Potter, sit behind Potter, or sit in front of his two sidekicks. Someone pushed past me sat behind Harry, and I sure as hell wasn't going to sit in front of Potter's demonic friends.

Fixing on my best angry, but I don't really care, just annoyed at the world scowl, I sat in the chair next to Potter and cast his gaze in the opposite direction. This turned out to be more difficult than it first appeared, for no sooner had he looked away that I realized I was watching Potter out of the corner of my eye, and if I really failed to concentrate on my body's doings, which seemed to be out of my control lately, especially this morning…never mind.

I gave up and simply tried to listen to Professor McGonagall while she explained that she was, in simple terms, test their memory from last year by having them, successfully, transfigure their desk into something.

I went first transfiguring my desk into a lovely statue of polished marble, featuring a fire swan commonly found in the lava pits in Hawaii. McGonagall praised both Granger and my work giving us both ten points to our houses. While she continued on to check other work, my traitorous eyes once again sought Potter.

He wasn't doing anything, just sitting there, staring into space. All the while taping his quill sharpener on his desk, reminding of that time on the train. His hand had fewer wrapping this time but his left wrist was wrapped now as well. It's disgusting and beautiful at the same time. Did I just think that? Never mind, I hate Potter and I always have, there was never a future past and these images that I keep seeing are just from bad food or something…I hope.

"Mr. Potter! I presume you are going to transfigure your desk sometime, unless you would like me to believe that you have simply transfigured it into another identical desk?" McGonagull, said sharply, rapping loudly on Potters desk.

Most of the students laughed at this and watched expectantly, last nights performance still fresh in their minds. Harry looked up slowly and smirked. He smirked! Almost identical to my own and before I, or anyone, could react. He stood up, paced back several steps from his desk. His hand came out in front of him, palm vertical, pointing at the desk. He flinched slightly and a jet of black fire shot from his palm and engulfed the table. Everyone watched as the table shifted, stretched and grew; changing colors until it became.

A unicorn, but unlike any I had ever seen, black as midnight with a horn of pure silver instead of gold, its eyes burned with fire. It looked like a unicorn created in the depths of hell. No such unicorns as this existed on earth. Its heard turned slowly, watching all within the room and finally coming to rest upon Harry. I mean, fuck, I meant Potter…never mind.

"Is this good enough Professor McGonagull?" Potter asked as the unicorn snuffed him.

McGonagull nodded dumbstruck. Potter smiled and ran his hand down the great beast's side. Hermione stepped out slowly and put her hand out to the creature, it almost bit her fingers off. A few others also tried to gain the trust of the creature but they were lucky not to lose body parts as well.

I have no fucking clue what compelled me but I stepped forward and offered the beast my cupped hand, half hoping he would take of half my fingers so that Potter would be expelled. He didn't though, he just sniffed my hand courteously, as if to appease my whims and settled back shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I cautiously walked over to one side, gently smoothing the hair along its neck. Potter watched me, a small smile upon his lips. Then his eyes lit up and I should have backed off then but instead I watched as he gracefully vaulted onto the things back and offered me his hand.

I stared at his hand for what seemed like an infinite amount of time, everyone watching me for my reaction. Each and everyone of them expecting me to insult Potter and smack his hand away, I expected me to do the same. Instead I was filled with this overwhelming need to do exactly the opposite of what they expected. I didn't want to be Draco Malfoy, son of deatheater, anymore. I wanted to do whatever the hell I wanted and at that moment, I wanted to get on that horse. So I did.

I grabbed Harry's hand and with his help swung myself up behind him. I watched everyone's shocked faces and was shocked myself to find, that I didn't care. Let them think what they want. I never liked my father anyway, ok I hated his guts and repeatedly imagined killing him with my bare hands but, this felt right. This was perfect. I leaned into Harry's, yes Harry's, that's his name. I leaned into his back and wrapped my arms around his waist and was engulfed in memory's not my own and of my own and couldn't tear myself from them. Even as I was engulfed in an overwhelming fear and loss, my head filled with images from a time not existing, a time when I was willing to commit suicide, mentally broke down and a time when Harry was there to catch my fall.

The cold air hitting my face was what woke me up, I'm not even sure how we got outside but we were and the castle became farther and farther away until it was blocked out by the trees of the forbidden forest and we left.

Tbc