"Wow," Harry said, glancing around.

"I wonder whose room this is now. It looks the same to me. Are you sure you know how to use that thing?" Draco asked, pointing at the Time-Turner.

"Yes, I know how to use it. It's a lot different. The bed isn't even in the same place," Harry pointed out, annoyed. "And it's my father's room. He was head boy."

"How far back in time have we gone?" Draco asked, slightly impressed that Harry had actually brought them back in time, but he tired to hide his astonishment.

"To my parents' last year here. Twenty years ago," Harry answered, but suddenly they heard footsteps running up the stairs. "Someone's coming."

"Way to state the obvious, Potter. What do we do?" Draco whispered.

"I don't know," Harry answered honestly, and they both just stood there not knowing what else to do. Right when the door opened, slamming against the wall, Harry felt Draco pull him backwards into a closet.

Two boys around Harry and Draco's age walked in and glanced around the room. One of them had light brown hair that was slightly messy and the other had jet black hair that looked nearly the same colour as Harry's. At first Harry thought he was looking at his father, but when the man turned around, he saw that it was his Godfather. He was about to come out of the closet, but Draco held him back.

"We can't just go barging out there, Potter!"

"Did you hear something, Padfoot?" one of the boys asked. At the sound of his godfather's nickname, Harry's hand began to tremble.

"Sirius," he whispered.

"Nope. It must be coming from the open window. The full moon's tonight and I know how sensitive your senses get around now."

"Thanks for reminding me," the brown haired boy answered.

"Could you really forget?"

"Of course not. You didn't bring me up here to discuss my transformation though, did you, Sirius?"

"Am I that obvious?" Sirius questioned as his answer, his whole face lighting up.

"You are."

To Harry's surprise, his godfather then roughly pushed the other boy against the wall and kissed him fiercely. The boy's hands moved up to Sirius' hair.

"Ugh," Draco breathed. Harry felt his hot breath on the back of his neck and realized how close they actually were. "I had no idea he was a queer."

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, without thinking. He glanced back at Sirius and the other boy.

"I heard that. It sounded like it was coming from the closet," Sirius said as he walked straight towards Harry and Draco.

"Brilliant. What's your plan now, Potter?" Draco hissed in Harry's ear.

Sirius pulled the door open to reveal Harry and Draco. All four of them jumped, but the brown haired boy was the first to speak.

"Prongs, what are you doing in the closet and who's that? He looks like a Slytherin," he said, pointing at Harry. "How'd you get in here anyways? You were just downstairs. What happened to your head?"

"Who the hell's Prongs and why does he think I'm him?"

"My dad," was all Harry said.

"What the hell kind of name is Prongs?" Draco asked, glaring at Harry.

"What the hell are you talking about, James? You don't have a child. Who in their right mind would have your kid? Why are your eyes green by the way? Did something go wrong in Transfiguration?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Lily," Harry answered, ignoring the part about his eyes.

"He's funny, James, but you know she'll never touch you."

"He's not James!" Harry screamed. "He's Draco Malfoy. And I'm Harry Potter."

"Who are you?" Draco asked, looking at the brown haired boy.

He ignored the question and said, "You look more like a Malfoy than he does and he looks exactly like James Potter, except James doesn't have green eyes. What the hell is going on?"

"Who are you?" Draco asked again.

"I'm Remus Lupin."

"Professor Lupin!" Draco burst out.

"Professor? I'm not a professor. You two are completely mental," the younger Lupin said, surprised. Then he added, "This is some kind of joke, isn't it?"

"Okay," Harry started, "I'll explain everything. Do you know who Voldemort is?"

"Of course," Lupin answered.

"Well, he's going to murder my parents. James and Lily Potter."

"You can't be serious. Lily would never date James, let alone marry him," Sirius said, laughing.

"Well, she will," Harry answered. "Anyways, they find out that Voldemort is after them and get a Secret-Keeper, you," he said, pointing at Sirius, "but they end up switching to Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew tells Voldemort where they are. The only thing is, he's not really after my parents. He's after me. See this scar on my head?" he asked, pointing at the lightning bolt scar on Draco's forehead. Lupin nodded. "He tried to kill me, but it didn't work. I got this scar instead. We've come back to save my parents."

"You look an awfully lot like a Malfoy. Are you sure you're really James' son?" Lupin asked.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that part. We took a Polyjuice Potion in the Advanced Potions class you're teaching and it ended up lasting longer than a day because Malfoy messed it up. Did you say my dad was downstairs?"

"Yeah. Maybe you two should stay up here though. I'll go get James. If people see you and James, who knows what they'll think. And if anyone sees someone who looks an awfully lot like Lucius Malfoy…"

"That's my father!" Draco interrupted.

"Sorry about that," Lupin offered. "Well, it wouldn't be good." And with that, Lupin left. Draco stared at Harry, who was looking at Sirius.

"This is too weird," Draco said. "What do you think your father will think?"

"I have no idea, but I hope he believes us."

"What if he doesn't?"

"We'll have to make him," Harry answered as the door opened and Lupin walked in, followed by James.

"You guys are such assholes," James said, when he saw Harry and Draco. "You made me leave Lily for this? I was just about to ask her out and I was sure she was going to say yes this time." Then he walked straight back out the door. Lupin followed, but Sirius stayed behind.

"So, what am I doing twenty years from now?"

Harry looked at Draco, unable to respond.

"You were killed by your cousin Bellatrix about a year ago," Draco said looking from Harry to Sirius.

"That bitch. I guess I'll just have to make the best of the next 18 years," Sirius said cheerfully. Again, Harry looked at Draco.

"You're actually going to be in Azkaban for twelve years. When Harry's parents die, everyone thinks you turned over to the dark side and gave their hiding spot away. Of course I've always known that was a load of rubbish. It was Pettigrew who's responsible for their deaths, but he's a bloody coward. It's a long story."

"Wormtail? James is really going to be killed by Voldemort?" Sirius asked, looking rather shocked as he thought the whole thing had been a joke.

"That's why we're here. To save my parents. Dumbledore's here, right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore's here. Maybe he'll be able to switch you two back."

"That would be nice," Draco blurted out.

"Thanks, Malfoy. It hasn't been much fun being you, ya know. Do you like being hated so much?"

"I never would have thought a Malfoy and a Potter would become friends," Sirius interrupted, attempting to avoid a fight.

"We're not friends. His father killed one of my best friends!" Harry shouted.

"I told you I was sorry about that. How was that even my fault? I apologized for everything I've ever done to you and I even tried to get along with you," Draco said, shoving Harry against the wall. As if on cue, the door burst open.

"I know this is a joke. Polyjuice Potion, right?" James said.

"Calm down. They do look very similar to you and Lucius, but not the same. You don't have a scar on your head," Lupin said, pointing out the scar on Draco's forehead. This seemed to make James realize he was looking at his son.

"You're really my son," James said, walking towards Draco.

"No, I just look like him at the moment, unfortunately. He's your son," Draco said, pointing at Harry.

"Maybe we should go see Dumbledore, before this gets any more confusing," Lupin said. Everyone agreed this would be the best thing to do at the moment.

When they got to Dumbledore's office, Sirius knocked on the door.

"Come in," they heard and walked in. Dumbledore slightly glanced up from what he was working on. He turned back to the papers on his desk before replying, "Been playing with Polyjuice Potions have you, boys?"

"That's what I thought Professor, but look," James said, pointing out the scar on Draco's head.

"We're from the future, sir," Draco said, smirking as he went on to tell their story for the third time. When he had finished, Sirius was the first to talk.

"I'm going to be killed by my cousin Bellatrix," he said, sounding absolutely thrilled. Harry stared at him, trying to figure out why he sounded so amused. Sirius caught him staring and simply shrugged at him.

"And you, sir, were killed just last term, by Severus Snape," Draco burst out, unable to stop himself.

"Severus Snape?" James said, and Draco nodded. "And every time I jinx him, you punish me."

"Snape joined the dark side and heard part of the prophecy that led to that scar. That's the reason Voldemort was after my parents. Snape supposedly came back to our side and worked as a spy, but then he ended up killing you. I saw it happen. We came back from finding a Horcrux, only it ended up not being one at all. You froze me and begged Snape. You could have been begging him to kill you or not to. No one knows, but that doesn't matter. We can prevent that from happening. I can tell you where each Horcrux is and we can destroy Voldemort before he kills my parents," Harry explained.

"Changing the past is an awfully foolish thing to do, Mr. Potter"

"But..."

"Mr. Potter. Change the past and your whole life will change," Dumbledore said in a soft voice that Harry could barely hear.

"In my third year, you told me and a friend to go back in time to save Sirius from the Dementor's kiss because he was innocent of a crime he'll have to spend twelve years in Azkaban for. Then he'll spend two miserable years in hiding before he's killed by his own cousin, but you can change all that. Just let me help you destroy Voldemort. I've already done it once, I can do it again as long as Malfoy doesn't attempt to kill me again," Harry finished, looking around the room.

"Sir, just let him do this. Trust me, he's stubborn and he won't give up until he gets his way. And if there's any way to change us back, that'd be great!" Draco said, slightly changing the subject.

Dumbledore mumbled an incantation neither Harry nor Draco could hear, but when they looked up at each other, they were no longer looking at themselves.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"You're very welcome. There's not much known about Time-Turner's as of now. We don't know if they're entirely safe, however, I will help you as long as you understand that if you change one thing, you're bound to change everything. Your life will be completely different."

"I understand," Harry said. Then he told Dumbledore where each Horcrux was, what it was and how to destroy it. Harry and the others insisted on coming with Dumbledore to help destroy these items. They succeeded quite easily with Harry's help. Finally they got to Voldemort himself.

Draco saw his father standing next to the Dark Lord and raised his wand. "Avada-" he started, but Harry pulled his wand out of his hand.

"No, Malfoy! If you kill your father, you won't exist!"

"Do you really care?"

"Yes," Harry answered, truthfully.

Draco looked up at him, but before he could reply, a voice was heard from behind them.

"You can't kill me, Dumbledore. I would have thought you of all people would know that I have done many things to ensure I cannot be killed. No man alive could kill me," Voldemort said, glaring at Dumbledore.

"Maybe not," Harry interrupted, "but I've already killed you and I'm not afraid to do it again." He raised his wand and pointed it at a laughing Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort's laugh stopped as he fell to the ground. Draco looked at his father. There was pure terror on Lucius' face. "Shall we go back?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry nodded and pulled out the Time-Turner. They spun around for what seemed like days, until they finally fell to the ground outside Hogwarts. Everything looked normal, but, as they would soon find out, everything was far from normal.