I haven't been able to update at all… I hope nobody's mad at me… teehee… well; I think it'll be okay since this is my less popular fanfic. Okay… this fanfic sucks. But I know where it's going and I'll try to get it there some way or another. Plus, that whole write shorter chapters thing didn't work, so here's a long chapter for you:

Chapter 6

James Potter sat on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, staring at Lily Evans madly. He could not figure her out, nor could he get her to admit her feelings for him. Why did she have to torment him?

"Hey, Potter!" Draco snuck up on James.

"Wha- oh, hey Rich. I can't get Lily to 'fess up. Got any new ideas?"

"Hm… why don't you just ask her out?" Draco suggested.

"I do that all the time! Well, lately I haven't been doing that, but that's because she's pissing me off."

"Look, if she likes you, she'll say yes, won't she? If not, then just give up on her."

"I can't give up on Evans! If she's says, no, I'll just try harder," James sighed. "Maybe you don't understand how I feel, Rich."

"You're right. I don't. But I do understand that you're making some wrong choices. You have to stop bothering her, mate!"

"I'll stop bothering her, then. That's a perfect idea! Maybe if I ignore her, she'll come to her senses!"

"No, James! She doesn't have any senses! Just give up!"

"No way! I'm gonna win her over, no matter what!" Draco sighed. He couldn't understand how the mind of James Potter worked, but he was pretty sure that 99 percent of it was thoughts about Lily. He left the Gryffindor Common room, and went to his own common room, happy to find Bellatrix sitting on the same couch she always sat on. She moved over and let him sit next to her.

"What's new?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"You seem frustrated."

"I'm fine," he insisted.

"Okay." She took his arm and put it around herself, moving closer to him, then leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Rich… I love you," she said. Draco's eyes widened.

"R-Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, at first I was just going out with you to make Lucius jealous, but now I don't even care about Lucius. I really care about you. You're hot and smart and you're always here for me."

"Oh. Yeah, well, um, I'm glad you feel that way about me," said Draco. He wasn't expecting this from Bellatrix, but he was glad she'd said it.

A week went by and Draco watched Harry's parents closely. It seemed that James was really good at ignoring someone. Lily kept staring at him, as if not used to him looking anywhere else but at her. At the end of the week, Draco talked to James about it.

"So… are you going to ask her out?" he asked.

"Yes," said James, confidently.

"When?"

"Really soon."

"How?"

"I'm going to try and be romantic about it, like I can't live without her (which I can), and if that doesn't work, I'll get down on my knees and beg."

"Wow, that's called commitment," Draco commented.

"Yeah, well, I realize that I really like Lily, and I can't convince myself not to like her. So, I'm really going for it. This time, I really mean it. I really want her to like me"

Well, Draco's plans were foiled. Unless, of course, Lily said no. But what were the odds of that? They were meant to be.

Draco knew that he and Bellatrix were never meant to be. They simply weren't supposed to be with each other, and yet he was defying all laws of time. He couldn't let go of her now that he had her. Besides, she loved him, and he loved her.

Draco was getting used to his new environment, and before he knew it, a whole month flew by. He and Bellatrix had gotten really close, and so had Peter and Andromeda. James and Lily had fallen for each other as well. But after a while, he started to miss his own time. If he left, he could come back, couldn't he? And then it would be as if no time had gone by while he was away. But what if he couldn't come back? He would never be able to see Bellatrix again, except in her old age (okay, she wouldn't be that old…but it'd just be weird). And how exactly had he changed the future? He didn't do what he came here to do… but he must have affected the future somehow.

So on one evening Draco decided he would just leave without telling anyone except for Bellatrix. He told her he was going away for a while and she should wait for him, even if he didn't comeback for years and years.

He stepped into an empty classroom and made sure nobody was around. Then he set his time turner for the future.

--TIME WARP--

The first thing Draco saw when he arrived at his set time was his rival, Harry Potter, who didn't seem too surprised to see him.

"Draco, mate, where've you been?"

"Potter… did you just call me 'mate'?"

"Yeah… so what?" Harry looked confused.

"Um… nothing. I, uh… just got back from that mission Dumbledore sent me on."

"Oh, right. Er, did it work?"

"I don't know yet," said Draco, "Are we- are we friends, or something?"

"No!"

"Oh, good."

"I was being sarcastic, Draco. Of course we're friends! We've been friends since we were first years!"

Draco's eyes widened. He had changed his future… but was it for the better, or for the worse?

"Right, of course we are. Um… Ok, Harry, I need you to do me a favor. Let's say this mission has caused me to lose all my memory, right? Can you tell me exactly what the fuck is going on, since I apparently forgot?"

"Okay. Your name is Draco Malfoy."

"I know that, you git!"

"Right… okay then. You are a Slytherin at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I know that, too," Draco said angrily.

"Well what don't you know?"

"Why the hell are we friends?"

"I don't know! Because… we share interests, and we hang out a lot…"

"When did we become friends?"

"Well, I guess when we met that one day in Diagon Alley."

"What? What happened in Diagon Alley that would make us friends?"

"How should I know?" Harry replied.

"Well, at least tell me your still friends with Weasley and that mudblood," said Draco.

"Hey! Draco, you really did lose your memory, didn't you? You'd never call Hermione a mudblood! She's our friend!"

"A muggleborn is no friend of mine!" Draco argued.

"Watch it! My mom is a muggleborn!"

"D-Did you just say… 'is'?" Draco asked.

"Yes."

"Your mom isn't…dead?"

"No! Where did you come up with that idea?"

"And your father?"

"Alive, of course."

"Wow. And… your godfather, too?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"How what, Draco?"

"They're supposed to be dead! All of them! Every single, bloody one of them! DEAD! Or at least in Azkaban," said Draco.

"What do you mean? How could they have died, Draco?"

"Voldemort kills them! He kills them, and Sirius Black goes to Azkaban for a crime he never committed, and is killed 15 years later by…"

"By who?"

"Bellatrix. Oh, god. What have I done? It's my own fault I'm friends with you. You were raised by a pureblood wizard family, and when we met that day, we must have become friends somehow. Harry, what house are you in?"

"Slytherin." Draco's eyes widened. He influenced Harry, and Harry was put into Slytherin.

"And… do you still have your scar, Harry?"

"Of course I do," said Harry, lifting his hair off his forehead to reveal a lightning-shaped scar.

"But- how? What happened 17 years ago?"

"Don't you know? Voldemort attacked my parents, but Peter Pettigrew saved their lives. When Voldemort tried to kill me…"

"You got that scar, and he lost his power, right?"

"Yeah. Is that all? Do you need to be reminded any more unfortunate details?"

"No." Peter Pettigrew saved the lives of Lily and James Potter. He didn't betray them. Was this because of Andromeda? Had she changed him? Draco had some much more to ask, but he couldn't say anything else to Harry. He didn't care. He wanted to go back into the past and change everything. But he couldn't do that, either. If he went into the past, he'd have to face Bellatrix again. He wouldn't be able to leave her again. He'd want to stay with her. And what would the consequences be if he did?

"Harry," he had to ask one more question, "What happened to my aunt; Bellatrix?"

"She's dead, Draco. She committed suicide when she was 19 years old."

"Oh." This, he knew, was his own fault. He left his lover behind, and she couldn't take it. She killed herself.

"Harry, I have to go back in time."

"Why?"

"Because I left something there and I want to get it back," said Draco. If Bellatrix was going to end up dead instead of living, he might as well go into the past, find her, and bring her into the future with him. Of course, this would pose a problem with his family, seeing him with a younger Bellatrix, but at least he'd be happy. It didn't matter. He'd run away if he had to. Anything for Bellatrix.

HAHA! I have left you all at a cliffy! What will happen now? Let me tell you, Draco will get in some deep shit. But you'll have to wait and see! Next chapter is the conclusion!!!!