Alrighty everybody! Here's chapter two. I don't own any of these characters so don't sue me, yada yada...

Harry woke with stiffness aching all through his body, and half of his face was numb from being pressed against the cold stone floor. He sat up and blinked several times. The corridor was filled with chunks of stone and everything was coated with a layer of dust, but other than that, there was no evidence of the gaping hole that had been present earlier.

He spotted three still forms on the ground, their Hogwarts robes covered in dust. There was a soft groan, and one of the figures started to stir. Draco Malfoy sat up and squinted through the darkness. When he spotted Harry, a sneer set in on his face.

"What did you do Potter?" He demanded. As he stood up, he grimaced, clearly feeling about as good as Harry did.

"I didn't do anything." Harry shot back as he went over to help Hermione and Ron. They to were sitting up, and he offered each of them a hand.

"What happened?" Hermione said, trying to brush her self off.

"Clearly, you almost destroyed half the dungeon." Malfoy drawled, dust filtering through his white blond hair.

"No, that's what I mean." Hermione said, shaking her head. "Where did that big hole disappear to? There's all sorts of dust and debris, but underneath it all. The corridor seems to be in perfect condition." She narrowed her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. "It's almost as if we fell through the corridor, into the corridor..." Suddenly, her eyes went wide. "Oh no!" she whispered harshly under her breath.

"What's the matter Granger?" Malfoy sneered, "Did you realize how much trouble you're going to be in?"

"Stop it Malfoy!" Ron said, stepping closer to Draco. "What makes you think you're not going to be in just as much trouble as we are?" Trough all the arguing, they didn't notice anybody approach until Professor McGonagall's stern voice rang through the dungeon corridor. "What is going on here?" Even though he knew they were all in serious trouble, Harry took some satisfaction in watching Malfoy's face go from pale to paler. No doubt, he had been counting on Professor Snape finding them.

Harry's mind was trying to grasp onto some sort of plausible excuse, but none came. "Professor, I'm sorry, I know we're not supposed to be down here."

He was waiting for her to start in on how disappointed she was in Gryffindor, but instead, she said, "Potter, what are you doing with these people?"

That was about the last thing he had suspected her to say, and for a second, he didn't know what to say. "Well, uh, I mean I know we normally aren't with Malfoy, but..." He trailed off, still not really understanding what McGonagall was getting at.

"Harry," Hermione said, "she doesn't know who we are. The time turner, it-"

McGonagall cut her off. "Harry?" She sounded puzzled. "What do you mean you're name's Harry?" She moved closer than gasped. Harry had rarely seen McGonagall so rattled, but she was now. Her eyes looked into his and then they lingered on his scar. Her eyes narrowed and she drew her wand. "I'm taking you all to see professor Dumbledore." She said simply, in a voice that made it quite clear that they weren't to argue. She gestured for them to start up the corridor and then followed behind them.

Harry found it a rather odd feeling to be marched at wand point by Professor McGonagall. At every intersection, she would tell them which way to turn, but of course, they all knew their way to the Head's office.

"I don't get it." Ron whispered, worry filling his voice. "What's wrong with Professor McGonagall?"

"Don't you understand Weasel King?" Malfoy snapped. "Granger's gotten herself a time turner and you idiots managed to break it. Thanks to your stupidity, we're lost somewhere in time."

"Don't call me that." Ron fumed.

"What, stupid?" Malfoy said with a grin.

"Leave him alone." Harry growled. As much as he hated to admit it however, he was impressed that Malfoy had been able to figure out what had happened. They had reached the stone gargoyles that guarded Dumbledore's office, and McGonagall was glaring at them suspiciously. She gave the proper password, and the gargoyles leapt aside, allowing them admittance.

When the reached the office it self, Harry found that it was hardly any different from the times he had visited it. Dumbledore to looked essentially the same. He had an air of being somewhat younger, but still possessed the long silver beard and half moon glasses.

The Headmaster didn't demand to know what was going on, or who they were. Clearly, he already was aware of the situation. This only served to strengthen Harry's belief that little to nothing happened at Hogwarts without Albus Dumbledore knowing about it.

He studied each of them carefully, and like McGonagall, his gaze lingered on Harry's scar for a couple seconds. "Where did you come from?" His voice was calm, but commanded authority. Harry had a feeling the professor already knew that they had been in an accident with a time turner.

"We're Hogwarts students." Hermione said. "Professor, I was wearing a time turner for scholastic reasons when I tripped and fell. It broke, and a portal opened in the floor. We all fell through and ended up back at Hogwarts roughly twenty-three years in the past."

Dumbledore was studying her closely and his eyes narrowed slightly. "And how have you come up with that number?"

"Well sir, Professor McGonagall confused Harry for his father, James."

"And a rather striking family resemblance it is." Dumbledore said, again giving Harry a searching look. Meanwhile, Harry had become somewhat detached from what was going on around him. For nearly his entire life, his parents had been gone. Now to think that they could be mere feet away, his mind was churning at the prospect.

"Are we stuck here?" Ron's voice broke Harry's concentration. He sounded worried. "I've heard of all sorts of horrible things that happen to people who have messed with time."

"I am aware of a couple of cases in which a wearer's time turner has broken." Dumbledore folded his hands on the desktop, and Harry noticed that the occupants of the paintings of former headmasters were intently listening to the conversation that was transpiring. Harry supposed they had been witness to some rather interesting things over the years. "Evidently, what happens," Dumbledore continued, "is the fracturing of the time turner causes time its self to fracture. Anybody who happens to enter this fractured past enters a timeline that is independent from the future. It's like taking a fork off the main road."

"Are you saying that what we do here won't cause any damage to the future if the time turner is fixed?" Malfoy had remained quiet up to this point, occasionally shooting daggers at Harry. His eyes now gleamed at the prospect of causing mayhem without being held responsible for it.

"Technically, but you could argue that first hand knowledge of a past that isn't yours could upset the flow of time."

"So the time turner can be repaired and we can leave?" Hermione asked. It seemed to Harry that she looked nervous about being in the past. He suspected it was due to all the warnings she had received in order to be able to have the device. Harry had experienced fist hand how seriously she took the rules. Back in their third year, he and Hermione had gone back a couple hours in order to save Sirius and Buckbeak. However, this trip to some twenty odd years in the past made their rescue mission seem like a simple field trip. No doubt Hermione was already sure their presence here was shattering their future even as they spoke.

"In the rare cases of this happening, gathering all the pieces of the time turner and repairing them have caused the splintered line to snap back in place. As far as anyone's been able to tell, none of the events on the splintered line have affected the proper future."

"How long do you think it will take to fix it?" Hermione removed the long chain from around her neck. Harry could see that most of the glass still remained, but all the sand had dumped out. She placed it on Dumbledore's desk, and he gave it an appraising look.

"We'll have to gather up all the remaining pieces of the time turner." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair. "I'll contact Mr. Filch and we'll close down the corridor. I suspect it will take some rather complicated spell work to collect every grain of sand, and we'll have to be very careful. The sand used in a time turner's hourglass can react vocatively with magic. Off the top of my head, I would suspect it will take a week at the least."

A week? Harry's heart leapt with excitement. He knew he shouldn't be glad, but if they would be at Hogwarts, this Hogwarts, for a week, perhaps he would get a chance to see his parents in person, not to mention Sirius being here as well. Harry had witnessed his father act like a jerk back when he was in Snape's memory in the Pensive. Though Sirius and Lupin had assured Harry that his father wasn't a bad person, this would be a chance to gage his father's behavior in person.

"And what exactly are we supposed to do for a week?" Malfoy asked. "Are you going to make us stay out of sight for the entire time so we don't do any contaminating?" He looked as if he was sick to his stomach at the prospect of spending a week or more only keeping company with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said. "It has been in my experience that if you try to hide something in this castle, it's more likely to be found than otherwise. In fact," He said with a smile, "I'm sure rumors about four strangers are already well on their way to being spread. We'll find a place for you to stay and tomorrow, I'll tell the students that you are temporarily visiting Hogwarts."

Ron groaned. "We traveled twenty-three years into the past, and we still have to go to classes."

Dumbledore chuckled at that. "I can't let you leave the school because I have no way of knowing when the time turner will be fixed, what else would you recommend you do?"

Ron grumbled under his breath, but didn't say anything else.

"If you're arranging places for us to stay," Draco said, "I'm a Slytherin. I'd rather stay there then with them."

Dumbledore frowned. "You won't be staying in any of the houses. We have dormitories that have been used during the Triwizard Tournaments in the past. They should be sufficient."

Malfoy looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. "Yes professor." He muttered.

"Well I don't think any of us were ever properly introduced, you all know my name, but I don't know yours."

"You've probably guessed mine, but anyway, I'm Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

"Ron Weasly."

"Draco Malfoy."

"I'm glad to meet you all." Dumbledore said. "Professor McGonagall will take you to your dormitory. We'll arrange to have school supplies and the likes sent up to you for tomorrow. There's just one last thing before you head off." Harry wondered what it could be, and then he realized that Dumbledore was giving him a pointed look. "Mr. Potter, due to genetics, you look quite a bit like your father. Would you be opposed to letting me alter your appearance?"

The question had caught Harry off guard, but he knew what Dumbledore meant. His last name would probably draw him enough attention, he didn't need to look like his father on top of it. If he did, he was sure people would start to wonder who they really where.

"Um, what exactly did you have in mind?" He would never have imagined he'd receive a makeover offer from the only man Voldermort feared.

"I think changing your hair is all that's in order. Your eyes are already a different color and you'd be surprised how much of a change hair color can make."

If all he was going to change was his hair, then that wasn't so bad. "Alright, but I'll warn you sir. My aunt used to try to give me haircuts as a kid, and it always grew back overnight. It seems to have a mind of it's own."

"And all this time, I thought you were simply making a fashion statement." Harry didn't rise to Malfoy's bait, but he did glare back at him never the less.

Dumbledore had gotten up from his desk and came around to stand in front of Harry. He said an incantation Harry had never heard before and then there was the gentle weight of longer hair on his shoulders. "Professor McGonagall will take you to your rooms now, I'll see you again at breakfast." Dumbledore returned to his seat and McGonagall led them out of his office. Harry had never wanted a mirror so badly in his entire life.

Hermione and Ron were avoiding his gaze as they made their way through the dark castle and it was making Harry incredibly self-conscious. On the other hand, Malfoy was wearing an oddly satisfied smirk.

A couple of times, Harry was tempted to grab a hunk of the now long hair and see what Dumbledore had done to it, but that would have satisfied Malfoy. Harry could tell that Draco was enjoying having Harry be in the dark on his own appearance. He tried to catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, but the torchlight of the castle corridors didn't allow him to see much. It was definitely a different color, but he couldn't tell much more than that.

McGonagall finally stopped them at a portrait hanging in one of the corridors just off the main entrance to the castle. The portrait's occupant was snoozing in a plush, green, armchair. His long bushy moustache fluttered with each exhaled breath. The caption under the portrait read Sr. Marco Gonzales.

"Senor Gonzales." McGonagall addressed the portrait. He woke with a start and blinked at them.

"Professor McGonagall, how can I be of service?"

"These four students will be living here for an undetermined time. You will need to create a password and admit them entrance."

"Very well." He said studying each of them in turn. "The password is vanilla custard." Like the painting of the Fat Lady, which guarded Gryffindor tower, Senor Gonzales swung open and revealed an opening for them to climb through.

Once inside, they could see that there was a short hallway with a vaulted ceiling. Four doors were along the way, two on each side, but they were spaced rather far apart. Beyond, they could make out a common room with a fireplace and black armchairs.

"As Professor Dumbledore mentioned, this has been used in the past to house students participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Since there's hardly ever the same number of students from year to year, this portion of the castle utilizes movable walls, to create as many rooms as needed. With only four of you, you will each have your own rather sizable room and bath."

"Well, we're getting the five star treatment." Malfoy drawled. "How do I ring for my personal servant?"

"I doubt the Hogwarts of your time is much different from the Hogwarts of now, so you're all expected to follow the rules and guidelines along with the rest of the students." She gave Malfoy a pointed look. "I will be your acting House Head. Supplies have been provided for you and are in your rooms. If you should require anything else, let me know. Now, it's rather late, I suggest you all get some sleep." With that, she turned on her heal and left. Once the portrait had swung shut, Malfoy turned on them.

"Well I'd like to thank you." He sneered. "I've been simply praying for this, a chance to hang out with the Dunder Team. All my dreams have come true. But I'm sure you're ecstatic Potter, a chance to terrorize the school with your father, and Dumbledore's chosen to make you into a mini version of himself." Draco walked over to the door with a gold DM stamped onto it and disappeared into his room.

"Wow," Ron breathed, "The rare Malfoy tantrum. Normally he just turns pink and hexes someone."

"What did he mean mini version of Dumbledore?" Harry asked, but he already had a pretty good idea what Malfoy had been on about.

"That's right!" Hermione said. "Harry, we need to find you a mirror."

"What? It's that bad?"

"No!" Hermione said rather quickly. That only worried him even more, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw that she was sincere. "It's not bad at all, just different. For those of us who know how it used to look, it'll take some getting used to. Here," she said, opening the door marked HG. "there's got to be a mirror in my room." They walked in, and torches sprang to life.

The rooms were indeed large. While the dorms in Gryffindor had never been cramped by any means, Hermione's room was at least twice as big as the room Harry had shared with Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville, up in Gryffindor tower. Ron did a low whistle as they took in the surroundings. Malfoy's comments about five star treatments had been meant to irk McGonagall, but they hadn't been all that far from the truth.

A large crimson rug covered the bare stone floor and on top of it sat a four-poster bed, which Harry suspected was even larger than the one he was used to in Gryffindor. It had heavy, black velvet drapes with intricate gold embroidery. A wooden trunk sat at the foot of the bed and it no doubt held school supplies. A wardrobe stood next to a table with a couple chairs around it. Harry could already picture Hermione working on her homework there. The wall opposite of the bed had two, ten foot high windows. Through the moonlight, Harry could see the lake.

"We shouldn't be able to see the lake from here." Harry said with a frown.

"They're probably enchanted windows." Hermione said, looking inside the trunk. "All of them must be, because this dormitory should be surrounded by other parts of the castle." She continued to rummage in the trunk

"Looking for something in particular?" Ron asked. "Dumbledore didn't give you enough parchment for you to do your usual amount of overachieving?"

"Shut up Ron." She said, throwing him an exasperated glare. "I'm looking for a mirror remember?" She walked over to the wardrobe and threw it open. "Ah ha!" One of the doors had a full length mirror on it." Harry approached it cautiously, almost afraid of what he was going to see. "Honestly Harry, it's not bad." Hermione said. Harry looked at himself, and indeed, she was right. He still looked like himself, but he wouldn't be called his father's twin. Dumbledore had gone for the biggest possible change he could make, short of giving Harry a lime green and pink mohawk.

His hair was now shoulder length and thick. It was also snow white like Dumbledore's. In the flickering torchlight, it took on an almost peralescent quality. He frowned at his reflection and Hermione got a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? Because I was serious when I said it looked fine." She elbowed Ron and he chimed in.

"Yeah, it doesn't look bad."

"No, it's not that, it's just, I look a little to much like Malfoy for my taste."

"Oh," Hermione said thinking, "I suppose that's why he stormed off to bed so quickly."

"That and the fact that he hates us and we hate him." Ron said. "You weren't honestly expecting to have a nice little chat with him before we all went off to bed where you?"

"No, but..." she trailed off and then shook her head, "Well at least you and Malfoy don't look alike in any other respect. Plus, his hair's more of a platinum blond and yours is pure white."

"Ok, well this is more discussion on hair than I'd have ever thought I'd have in a lifetime." Harry said. "I think I'm going to try and get some sleep." Ron agreed and they both made their way to Hermione's door.

Hermione's room was next to Malfoy's, and Harry and Ron were on the other side of the hall. Harry was lucky enough to have his door be directly across the way from Malfoy.

He was sure none of them were really all that happy with the situation. Harry felt it was going to be a constant battle trying to keep Ron from going after Malfoy any time he was provoked. Harry knew he'd also have to watch himself. If anybody knew how to push his buttons, it was Malfoy.

Harry entered the room with a gold HP and found that it looked much like Hermione's. The windows were indeed enchanted because he had the same lakeside view. He stood there, mesmerized by the image. It was a full moon, and Harry was sure he could spot three creatures down by the edge of the lake. His breath caught as he realized one of them mimicked his Patronus. He had half a mind to follow them, his invisibility cloak was still with him, but he forced himself not to move to the door. He would be able to see his father tomorrow.

Harry drug himself over to the bed, he hadn't been lying to Hermione, he was exhausted and still sore from their trip back in time. He deposited the invisibility cloak into the trunk at the end of his bed, and then lay down without even bothering to change. Immediately, he drifted off to sleep, and this time, he dreamt that it was he who was falling through the veil.

Across the way, Draco Malfoy was pacing in his room. All he had been hoping for was to have Potter and Co. get what they deserved for sneaking around late at night. Now he was trapped twenty-three years in the past, and forced to live with them. Draco was already dreading the ridicule the Slytherins were likely to give them for being outsiders.

He supposed there was at least one up side to his situation. Potter was a nobody here. His scar was just that, a scar, not a billboard marking him as the only person to survive an attempt on his life from the Dark Lord.

The next week wasn't something he was looking forward to, and the possibility of being here even longer was unacceptable. It would be nauseating to have both Potters strutting around the school.

"Perhaps they wouldn't like each other," Malfoy thought with a grin. It would be entertaining to watch Harry be crushed by being disliked by his father. He sighed and headed for bed. Draco doubted he would get much sleep, he often couldn't when his mind was all worked up. He got into bed and drew the hangings around him. Malfoy closed his eyes, but sleep never came.

Questions? Comments? I'll try to answer anything in my next chapter's A/N.