Title: Past, Present, Future

Summary: The past will come back, the present will change them, now what will the future hold?

Disclaimer: I do not own them, sad but true

A/N: Yes this is an AU fic. Reviews are welcome, flames are shared with friends for amusement.

Chapter 22

Their week went on, and Harry slowly began to feel better. His weariness subsided, and soon it was Saturday, and the Quidditch match. Harry and Ron had practiced alone in private twice, with Severus' permission. Ron dived around Harry trying to find the snitch before him, but never could. He looked so defeated the last time they had landed that Harry had to remind him that at least he had not lost a total of fifty-six chess games.

Harry woke up that morning and went down to eat a hearty breakfast, but when he saw the food, his nerves got the better of him. He never could eat before a match and today was no different, but as he glanced at his father glaring at him, he choked down two bites of eggs. Not wanting to be under the gaze of his father, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione by the arm and out of the Great Hall. He was about to ask them to come with him to the Quidditch pitch before Wood could get there to start the lecture when he felt a gnawing pain in his scar. Ignoring it and ducking behind the statue of the two-headed witch when Quirrell walked by, Harry motioned for the others to follow.

An hour later Harry had mounted his broom and was flying around in search of the snitch. He was determined to find it and win valuable and much needed house points. Spotting it near the Hufflepuff stands, he zoomed straight for it. He did not see the bludger coming for him, but ducked just in time. If he had been looking over at the stands, he would have seen his father flinch slightly. His eyes never wavering from the snitch, Harry dived and did three loops, catching it. His team had won the match and Harry knew from the look on his father's face that he was proud.

Harry came to Ron and Hermione one night in the common room and, dragging them to a nearby corner, explained to them the funny feeling he got about the three headed dog. "I say we go to Hagrid's tonight."

"Harry, if anyone catches us we will be expelled."

"Come on, Hermione, where is your sense of adventure?" Harry asked.

Ron sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "Look, me and Harry are going. Are you coming or not?"

Hermione huffed but finally agreed, and an hour later all three were knocking on Hagrid's door. Hagrid opened it, but seeing as there was no one there, he started to close it.

"Wait, it's us, Hagrid," Harry said, pulling the cloak off of them.

"You three ought not to be out here this late. If you are caught, there will be trouble, especially for you, Harry."

"We know, Hagrid. We just wanted to pay you a visit," Hermione said, and she gave Hagrid her best puppy-dog look.

"Very well, come inside," he said, ushering them in and quickly closing the door. All three sat down and were offered rock cakes. Harry and the rest declined. If there was one thing Hagrid could not do, it was cook. Harry was about to ask him again about the sorcerer's stone when he heard a clinking noise. All three watched as Hagrid pulled a huge egg from a pot by the fire and placed it on the table.

Ron's eyes lit up at once, knowing what it was. "Hagrid, where did you get one?"

"I won him off a guy down at the pub. He seemed happy to be rid of him, actually."

Each of them watched with enormous eyes as the shell cracked open and out popped a baby dragon. "Norbert, just look at him, he knows his mommy already."

Ron and Harry exchanged a smirk at the name Hagrid had given the dragon, but it they gasped when the baby set Hagrid's beard on fire. While Hagrid beat the embers out of his beard, his face fell. "Who is that?" he said, pointing to someone outside the window?"

Harry and the others looked up to see Malfoy staring back at them and knew this meant trouble. "We better get back quick, Hagrid." Then throwing the cloak over all three of them, they took off back to the castle.

They had no sooner had made it in than they were met by a furious Professor McGonagall. She gave each of them detention, including Malfoy. Harry and Ron walked into the dorm rooms and collapsed on the bed. "My dad is going to kill me when he finds out."

"Your dad? Think of my mother. I expect a howler in the post tomorrow. The whole school will hear."

"Yeah, I guess some things are better, but I do not want to see the look on his face tomorrow."

The next day true to her word, McGonagall told them they would be serving their detention with Hagrid. Harry thought he had gotten off easy, until he walked into class that day. There, standing at the front of the class was his father, and he looked livid. Getting to his seat quickly, Harry did not dare to look up again and face him. Severus was in a foul mood the entire class and deducted thirty points from Gryffindor before it was over. As Severus released the class, Harry slung his books over his shoulder and ran from the room. Better to face him after he'd had time to cool off.

For the rest of the day Harry made it a point to avoid his dad, even going as far as to eat dinner an hour early in the Great Hall instead of his usual time. When it came time for detention, he was relieved. He would not have to see his dad until the next day, and maybe by then he would be cooled off. He was astonished when he heard Flich tell them they were going into the Dark Forest, and he saw Hermione and Draco gulp.

"We can't go in there! There are werewolves in there," Draco said, trying to get out of it. Normally Harry would have thought him a prat, but even he did not want to go in.

After a few minutes of walking, they ran across a dead unicorn, and Hagrid had some brilliant idea for them to split up. Harry saw the pity in Ron and Hermione's face when he got paired with Draco. Shrugging it off as just one of those things that happened to him, Harry began walking down the path. It was not long before Fang began barking at something off in the distance, and when Harry looked over, he saw another dead unicorn. This one however had someone feasting on it like it was a rack of lamb, and when it lifted its head, Harry's scar seemed like it was blazing hot.

Draco screaming, ran from the horrid creature, but Harry could not make his legs work. Slowly it came creeping toward him, as Harry backed up. What was this thing, and why did Harry have the feeling it wished it kill him? Harry was not paying attention and tripped over a limb. Now he was on the ground and the creature was gaining on him. He was so stunned that he could not think to pull his wand or to move. Harry resigned himself to his fate, but then one of the centaurs of the forest leapt over and stood before him, rearing its legs. The creature, whatever it was, feared it and ran the opposite way, and Harry slowly began to feel better.

After a short talk, Harry knew what the creature was. It was Voldemort, and he wanted Harry dead. Taking all the news he had learned from the centaur, Harry walked back out of the Dark Forest with a worried-looking Ron and Hermione. All of them followed Hagrid back to the castle and, as Draco walked in the door, Harry was snatched into the bushes. Before he could let out a scream, his mouth was covered.

"It is only me," his father said, while pulling him into a hug. Harry nodded his head and followed Severus toward the lake. "I was so worried. When Minerva told me where you were going, I lost my head. I tried to tell them the Dark Forest was no place for you, but they did not listen."

Harry told his father what he had seen and everything Firenze had told him. After he was finished, his father grabbed him into a fierce hug, so strong that Harry could not breathe. He didn't say anything, though, for it felt nice to have someone who cared.