Saved by my Demise:
Disclaimer: the characters that are to be used in this story are not of my own creation! By thinking this you are giving me WAY to much credit as a writer. They belong to a wonderfully talented woman by the name of J. K. Rowling. However the plot and whatever else you don't' recognize is mine!!
Summery: Harry came back to school. . . different to say the least. His friends don't get what's wrong. And how in the world did he and Draco get sent back to when Tom Riddle was in school?
Warning: this is a slash story! With male/male pairings. If you don't like that well then don't read. Complicated? I think not.
If the title confuses you, the last chapter will explain it.
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"Boys if you would come with me." A voice called from the head table. Harry and Draco turned and saw a man sitting at the table in the Headmasters chair. However this man was not Dumbldore. Not in the least. Harry glanced at this man and grinned.
"Of course Headmaster Dippet. We'd be delighted."
"Very good." The man turned to his right and talked to a man around mid fifties and the two stood up and signaled for the boys to follow them.
"How the hell do you know him?" Draco hissed as the to followed the man out of the Great hall.
"I've been here before. In a memory."
"Oh good, thank you Potter. I understand so well now, wow. That was such a stunning explanation."
"I'm glad you liked it." Harry said walking to catch up to the two men walking a ways in front of them.
The four walked up to the stone gargoyle, Headmaster Dippet said the password and the four clambered into the chamber and waited as the stairs brought them up to the office.
"Boys if you would please sit." Headmaster Dippet said motioning to the chairs opposite his desk.
"Potter," Draco hissed, "what's going on?"
"Yes, that would be a very good question." Professor Dumbldore said turning to the boy.
"From what I'd guess is that we went back in time about 50 years or so."
"Perfect, just great. And how would you know that?" Draco asked annoyed.
"Well, Professor does a boy by the name of Tom Riddle still come here?"
"Yes, he's a sixth year."
"Wonderful! You fucking got us stuck in the future! I told you not to put the ingredient in but did you listen to me?? Of course not for the great Harry Potter doesn't need to listen to other people! He knows everything!"
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry snapped.
"Anyway before this idiot said anything you were about to say?" Harry asked turning to headmaster Dippet.
"Yes, I was going to ask how you know when you were just by a student."
"Oh, a few years ago I met him, sort-of."
"Alright, how did you know that I was going to ask you something?" he asked curiously.
"I'm so sorry headmaster, you see in my time Headmaster Dumbldore taught me Occulmecy."
"At suck a young age?" He asked shocked.
"I'm a special case. There are, things in the future that cause me to need to be able to protect myself more then the average students."
"Oh?" Professor Dumbldore asked intrigued.
"I don't think I should tell you it might mess up the way that the future works out. Don't you think?"
"Very good Mr., I'm sorry I never did catch your names."
"My name is Harry Potter, and he's Malfoy."
"Do you have a first name?" Dumbldore asked a twinkle in his eye.
"No."
"Its Draco." Harry informed them. Draco glared at him.
" Well boys for the time being we have no knowledge of what could have been the cause for this. However so that nothing goes wrong you will still be going to school. You'll be expected to be working with the others in your year. Which was what again?"
"We're in sixth year professor."
"Alright, and we will have a room made up for you two as all of the dormitories are full."
"Lucky us." Draco sneered.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to be sorted again. We cannot rely on the houses you were in as it's a different time here."
"When are we to be sorted?" Harry asked curiously.
"At dinner tonight. You wont have classes today. Tomorrow the house you are sorted into will have the schedule for you."
"Thank you Headm. . . I mean Professor."
"Its nothing." Dumbldore turned to headmaster Dippet and the two talked for quiet some time.
"Well it seems we have found a room that will be suitable for the two of you." The headmaster said, "Follow Dumbldore here. And we hope to have this all figured out as soon as possible."
"Thank you headmaster." Draco said before turning to leave the room. Harry however walked to a picture situated in the corner of the office where the picture was making a show of being asleep.
"Hello Phineas Nigellus" Harry said to the portrait.
"Mr. Potter I wouldn't bother that picture he's sleeping.
"No he's not. Wake up you old fool. I was wondering has Sirius Black been born yet?"
"Who?" the painting asked coming out of his doze almost instantaneously.
"Never mind. Thank you." Harry said bowing slightly.
"Never you mind. It's a good thing to see our young people with respect."
Dumbldore, Harry, and Draco waked out of the office.
"Potter what was that?" Draco asked annoyed.
"Oh, nothing."
"You know that picture?"
"Of course. I can't wait till we go back to the future and I can see what he did." Harry said laughing down the halls.
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