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He couldn't believe it! He had just kissed his godfather! His GODFATHER! Sirius. Sirius Black. His best friend and his GODFATHER!
He looked around at all the people around them smiling and clapping and a slow small smile crept across his face as Sirius took a bow, grinning like the cat that got the cream. He wasn't Harry anymore. He was Michael. And Sirius was NOT Michael's godfather.
His small smile turned into a wide grin and he pulled Sirius to his chest and brought his lips down on Sirius's sweet mouth. The applause grew louder and they both grinned into the kiss.
Neither of them noticed the glares they were receiving from two of the dark corners of the room.
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"Did you hear about that new kid?"
"Ya, the one that got sorted to Slytherin this morning?"
"Ya! I saw him!"
"No way! What's he look like?"
"He's gorgeous! That's the only way I can describe him!"
Michael and Sirius generally ignored these comments as people passed by their cozy spot by the lake. They were too absorbed in each other to notice anyway.
James noticed though, and he was quite intrigues. To say the least. Two transfer students in one year? That was odd. As far as he knew there had never been a transfer student in the history of Hogwarts.
Of course Hogwarts had a rather long history so no one could really be sure.
He wondered what this new kid was like. Normally he would say he was probably a sniveling little git like the rest of the Slytherin population but Michael had put an end to that sort of thinking.
James turned to Michael to talk to him, only to find him kissing Sirius like the world was about to end. He smirked and turned to Remus to talk to him, only to find him glaring daggers at Sirius and Michael and his smirk turned to a frown. He turned to Severus only to find him in much the same state as Remus. James rolled his eyes and turned back to his book "Quidditch through the ages."
"Potter! What ARE you doing!" came a very unfamiliar drawl and James looked up to see a very pretty and feminine boy with platinum blonde hair and white creamy skin, and stormy, grey eyes.
"I'm reading a book, might I ask who you are?" James replied, taking in the entire boy at once.
"I wasn't talking to you! I don't even know who you are!" The boy snarled and James gaped.
"Well I'm the only Potter around here so I can't imagine whom you'd be talking to." James drawled.
"Correction THAT," The boy said, but stopped mid-sentence, a look of realization dawning on his face "I was talking to that boy over there, the one sucking face with that other boy! Where you got the idea that I said "Potter" is completely beyond me." Drawled the boy, crossing his arms and glaring.
James rolled his eyes "Whatever you say love." He smirked and turned to Michael and Sirius "Oy! Crawford!" He yelled. Michael and Sirius ignored him and continued to grope each other like their lives depended on it. "Oy! Can you stop eating each other's faces for like five miniuts!" He said and Michael just rolled over on top of Sirius and started sucking at his neck. "Oh for the love of" He said and muttered a spell, sending a shock of ice cold water at the boys. He smiled in satisfaction when he got two startled yelps and them both jumped apart.
"What'dya do that for James!" They both yelled and James smirked some more.
"Well if you'd just have listened this wouldn't have occurred, now would it?" he said, smirking still.
"Why I oughta wipe that smirk right off your face potter!" Michael growled and was about to lunge at James when the new boy cleared his throat.
Michael looked over at the boy and his eyes grew wide and any playful nature that was in his demeanor disappeared. "Draco?" He whispered and the boy smirked.
"The one and only!" he said with a bow and Michael glared.
"What are you doing here?" He snarled and Draco smirked.
"Why, getting an education, of course!" He smirked. "Now if I could steal you away from your.." Draco looked Sirius up and down, scrutinizing him "Friend for a moment." He finished and Sirius glared.
Michael looked to Sirius, then back to Draco, then back to Sirius. "Fine. Just don't try anything funny." He sighed and got up to follow him, taking off his shirt and ringing it out as he went, smirking at the wolf-whistles he got from Sirius.
Instead of putting his shirt back on, he slung it over his shoulder, shaking his butt a little to put on a show for Sirius.
"Crawford! That's disgusting! My eyes! They burn!" James joked and Michael could hear Sirius hitting him over the head.
Michael followed Draco until they were out of ear and eyeshot of anyone on the premises. He leaned up against a wall and crossed his arms, his pale flesh and taught muscles shining brilliantly in the sunlight. "How did you know I was here?" he said calculatingly.
"Easy. Bellatrix sent you here and all I had to do was . . . convince her . . . to tell me where she had put you." He said, shrugging.
"And I suppose you've come here to kill me off? Avenge your master? All of that?" he said, smirking.
"No. That's not it at all." Draco replied, stepping closer to Michael and running his fingers over his cheek. "I merely came back to collect you. We are missing our savior in our time.." He breathed in Michael's ear and Michael felt his eyes flutter shut.
Suddenly he realized what was going on and pushed Draco off "No! Get away from me! You've come to kill me! Or to take me back to the rest of Voldemort's lap dogs! Get away! You stupid son of a" His rant was interrupted by a swift punch to the stomach.
"Don't you DARE talk ill about my mother! Or me! Don't catagorize us with those animals! We serve no one but ourselves!" He snarled as Michael coughed and spluttered.
"Don't lie to me! I know you served that ass hole! I know you did! You can't lie to me!" He yelled and Draco snarled, slamming him up against the wall and pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal pale, creamy, yet unmarked flesh.
"Do you see anything! Do you see anything but skin here? Do you?" He screamed and Michael gaped.
"I-I-I mean you-and- I'm sorry. Michael decided and looked down, ashamed.
"It's alright. Now, we have to get back to our time. Come on. I can take you." Draco whispered and pulled Michael's chin up to look at him.
Michael's eyes grew wide and he pulled away. "No! No! I will not leave! There is nothing for me there! Nothing! I will not go back! Ever!" He yelled, shaking his head vigorously.
"But you have to! What is there here for you? Your lover? He's your godfather Harry! You can't be with him! How long do you think it will be before Dumbledore realizes how much you're changing the future and locks you away? How do you think Black will feel once you get put away? Not knowing where you've gone, what's happened to you? You'll break his heart if you don't leave his life now. If you break his heart, how much do you think your future will change? It'd be like a giant chain-reaction! He wouldn't be Black as you know him. Do you want him to change? Do you want him to suffer more than he already has to?" Draco whispered the last part, caressing Harry's cheek.
For a moment Harry leaned into the touch, but he suddenly pulled away, seemingly more angry than before. "My name is NOT Harry Potter! I'm Michael Crawford!" he yelled, tears stinging his eyes "I don't even know what you're talking about! I'm Michael! Michael!" he slid down the wall, barring his face in his hands, sobbing "Not Harry...Michael.." he whispered, still sobbing.
Draco leant down and wrapped his arm around Harry's back. "Shhh it's ok love, it's ok. Calm down. It'll all be ok." he cooed and a thought suddenly struck Harry.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" he asked, sniffing.
Draco smiled "Father is dead, Voldemort is dead. I have no one to fear and I no longer have a grudge against you. Would you prefer I go back to being like my old self? Because I can if that's what you really want. Eh, Potty?" he said, smirking and Harry laughed. "So, are you ready to go back with me?" Draco asked and Harry frowned.
"I can't. . ." he said, looking down. "I can't go back. There are too many memories...Ron, Hermione, Sirius...all of them are dead, Draco! All of them...I can't go back...at least not yet. I couldn't handle it..."
"Ok," Draco said after a moment of silence. "I'll wait until you're ready, alright?" He said and Harry looked up at him, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Really? Promise?" He said and Draco smiled a very kind and un-Draco-like smile.
"I promise." He said and pulled Harry close in a comforting hug.