With Death

Author: Yasmine1 aka KumikoVegeta

Email: T may turn into M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and company. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this without about a million dollars waiting in my checking account.

Summary: Draco and Harry hate each other. But even hate has to be put to the side when Harry gets captured by unknown travelers from another world. It's up to Draco to find Harry and take him back. AU Time Travel.

In The Last Chapter:

"He has entered the Portal of time. He must meet with the Guardian before she allows him to travel here. If he is found unworthy she will send him back and forbid his passage. He must pass her test before she will let him move forward. Many people have been turned away do to fear. I hope for your sake that his feelings for you are strong enough to give him the way to pass."

Chapter four

Draco walked along a path of light. A mist was surrounding him, some times running over the path but never strong enough to shade the light from his feet. The temperature of the place was not affecting his body as he thought it would be. The mist left his skin with a sensation of moisture and yet his brain wouldn't acknowledge it. He shook his head and continued to walk, feeling a slight tug deep inside him that told him that Harry was ahead of him.

"Draco." The voice startled him to a stop. It sounded like it was coming from behind him. HE turned quickly only to see nothing but mist. Not even a path. Not hearing anything or seeing anything, he began to walk again.

"Draco!" This time it was behind him, he turned back towards the path he just took, the mist was getting a lot darker. And he thought he saw shadows floating through the darkening mist. HE turned fast only to see that his surrounds were Black. He couldn't tell what was around him. Suddenly something brushed his arm, a hand or fingers. He screamed.

"I'm doing this for Harry! I'm doing this for Harry! Harry would be brave! Harry wouldn't get scared!" With his eyes closed tight he was able to calm himself a bit.

"Draco, where are you going?" The voice was light and airy. It reminded him of Looney Luna. Opening his eyes he saw before him a gleaming light. It took no shape yet he knew it to be a woman.

"I have to find Harry Potter. Please let me through."

"But you hate him Draco. You have always hated him. Ever since your father talk about him to you back when you were but 3 years old. You hated him when he refused your friendship and you hated him for besting you. Why should I allow you entrance into Worlds where you will see yourself and Harry together, when you did not desire him near you in your own World?" The light flickered. It gave off a warm presence as if it was someone that he knew. It reminded him of his mother.

"Because I promised him I would save him and for once I'm going to make sure I do that. Now get out of my way!" He sneered at her, or whatever it was. No one was going to stop his passage.

"Very well Draco. I will allow you passage, but because of your attitude I shall not take you directly to your Harry. You must save the other Harry and Draco's. This is my mission to you. Save the world's versions of you and a portal will allow you access to the next world. Fail and you will be stranded. They can only have one attempt to each World. If they fail to kill them, they will be sent home and that World will be closed to him forever. Do not fail them. Good Luck."

"Malfoy's do not need luck!"

HHHHHHH

I felt the moment the other woke up. His eyes turning towards me in his cell across from mine. I think that I have become used to him searching me out in you wake. His eyes do not scare me so much now as they did. His presence still haunts my dreams. I turn to him and watch him stretch. His pupils are there, I have come to notice, just very pale. He hasn't said anything since he mentioned Draco passing through the Portal. I guess I forgot that he was a Seer; otherwise I would have asked how he knew. But maybe he could feel Draco differently than me since they were kind of the same person. I wondered how this Harry and Draco got a long. The Screening really didn't have much feeling behind it; I figured tonight I would ask.

"Um, Draco? How did you and I feel around each other? I mean what were your feelings with him?" I sounded like a little girl talking about a crush. At first it didn't look like he would answer and then he turned towards the wall and began to speak in a deep set voice.

"I do not understand what you mean about feelings."

"Well did you care for him? Did you love him? Did you hate him? You know how he touched you. How he appeared to you or your appeal to him. I guess I'm doing a worst job explaining it to you."

"Harry was my companion. There was no love or hate. He was like an extension of me. Do you not feel the same about your Draco?" Curiosity weaved its way through his words as he turned to me. His eyes looked behind my head so that I wouldn't get lost in them.

"Draco and I aren't exactly friends. I think that in another time or place we could've been. I wouldn't say he was an extension of me or a companion."

"How can you say he is not your companion when he travels through time to find you? At this moment you can feel him, how can you say he is not an extension of you? My Harry killed and maimed. He brought destruction and mayhem and I at his side did the same. I respected him for what he was and what he did. He was like a dark void and I felt compelled to fill it with my own darkness. I did not need to love him or hate him. I was drawn to him as your Draco is drawn to you. I bet that it has been that way in the entire time you have known him. It was like you were the flame and he the moth, he couldn't stop himself. He came to you and you responded each time. Like you were never able to ignore him. He made you come to life, he understood you where no other could. Is this not correct?"

"I never thought of it that way. I guess I never wondered why he always bothered me so much. But how do you know all this stuff? As a Seer are you able to see other Worlds?"

"No I am not. But I know him and I know you. It may be a different knowledge but it is something all the same. I feel as drawn to you as my Harry." He sighed and put his head on his knees, a position Harry had never seen his own Draco take. "I miss him. Even though you are him I know from my connection that you aren't. He calls to me, I wish to follow him. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"I…" Just as he was about to say something a Gruesome Duo came into our paths and opened the cells. We were dragged out and chains put around our necks, hands and ankles. They forced us down the hall, grunting and groaning the whole way.

"What is your secret?" We were brought before the crowd of mutants again, they thankfully had removed the other Harry's body from the platform, but he now hang from one of the rafters.

"I knew he would be captured and killed and I did not warn him." He had been looking at the corpse since we were brought in, his eyes never leaving it to even talk to me.

"Why? I thought you cared for him?" Why would he tell me he cared for him in some way and then say he knew he would die? That doesn't even make sense.

"Because the place we will go is much better than where we are now and I await our reunion."

DDDDDDDD- World 2: A Fairy Tale

I appeared in a field that kind of reminded me of the Quidditch Pitch only a little smaller. The grass was green and the birds and insects flew around him. It was peaceful, more so than he thought the first world would be like. He thought he heard yelling and something hard hit him in the back of his head. He fell onto the ground and blacked out.

"Oh my God Draco what are you doing out here? You were supposed to be inside. That ball could've hurt you! Idiot! What is wrong with you? Sit up!" Someone was speaking to him harshly; he almost told them to sod off, when he felt them touch him. It was like lightening. His whole body felt alive, like when he got into fights with Potter. Opening his eyes he looked at the person touching him. Harry.

"Draco you are so in trouble. Mom is going to have your hide. C'mon." Harry pulled Draco up his arms and turned to a large group of guys and some girls. Draco could've sworn he saw a Weasley in there somewhere.

"Guys give me a second, Draco is not supposed to be out I'm going to take him back in and we'll finish the game." Draco was too stunned to speak a word. This Harry was tall. He had to be like 6'3 or 6'4. He had muscles, but not that muscular. His hair was a blond color, not as whitish blond as his own but pretty light. His skin was tanned golden and he was wearing cut off pants and shirt. The only thing that matched this man with Harry was the unmistakable eyes and the way his hair was just as messy as his own Harry's hair. They began to walk away from the crowd and he could hear bits and piece of what they were saying as he walked away.

"Draco looks a lot paler than usual. You don't think it's his system acting up again?"

"Nah, Harry's Mom told my Mom that Draco has been out of it for the last week or so due to the medicine they have him on now."

"Harry is so healthy. Its times I wonder how they are brothers."

'What do they mean Brothers? What the Hell?' Harry walked over the field toward a row of houses, they were painted different colors but had little kids running through the yards and Dogs barking. There were mothers on the steps talking and Fathers doing something with a Metal thing. In his Muggle Studies class he thought he could remember it being called a Lawn Mower. 'These people are Muggles. Does that mean Harry and I are muggles too?'

"Draco you know better than to come outside. Mom is going to have a fit. You could've hurt by that football. Get inside, I'll clean your head and you are going right to bed. Understand?" Harry walked into a medium sized light white home.

The place was very cozy, which is the only way he could describe it. The Living room has black furniture with pillows on the sides The Windows had curtains of white lace floating along the breeze that came through the opened window. The carpet was a light tan with a glass table in front of the sofa and a lamp on each end table that surrounded the love seat. It was a nice Living room. Better than he had ever thought a Muggle capable of. On the mantel was a large family Portrait. It didn't move or anything, he was still hoping this was a wizard's home, but getting close to it he gasped. There with a dark gray background sat Harry and him. They had to be maybe 10 or 11. Both smiling and looking towards something on the side of the camera. But it wasn't those two that caught his eye; it was the other people in the picture. There were two girls with them. Both had blond hair and blue eyes. It was their faces that he remembered. He would know them anywhere. His sisters as this picture said was Pansy Parkinson and Hermonie Granger. That was shocking, but the parents were worst. He was pretty sure that was Tom from the Leaky Cauldron and he thought that other woman looked like Trelawney minus the weird hair and glasses.

'Merlin, I'm glad everybody looks how they look in our World. That is an ugly pairing.'

"Draco, will you c'mon before Mom sees you and I get grounded for not watching you." Harry was standing near a staircase across the room as Draco made his way back over to his side.

"Harry, there is something I have to tell you."

"Wait until we are in my room. I'll patch you up in there and you can get into be before Mom and the girls come back with Dad." He led me into his room with its white walls and burgundy carpets. There were posters all over the place of Teams and women. He saw a couple of pictures of Harry on a dresser by the single bed in the far corner. Sitting down on it, Harry walked out of the room only to return with bandages and a bottle of something clear.

"Ok I know you hate when I use alcohol, but your head is bleeding and I have to stop the blood. You must have hit a rock when you landed. Now hold still." He poured some of the stuff on a napkin and pressed it to my head.

"Ow!" I jerked away from him and he grabbed a hold of my face to stop me from moving. I guess I must have forgotten what I heard about me being unhealthy because I grabbed his arm and twisted it.

"Ow Draco! What the hell you trying to do? I'm just trying to clean you head no need to get rough." Before I could even answer another voice spoke. It was weak and frail. Nothing like I would ever think my voice to be like.

"Harry, why are you yelling? I'm trying to sleep." There before me was my counterpart. He was shorter than me; his hair was very thin and fine. A couple shade darker than mine. His skin was darker but still pale compared to Harry's. He looked so sick. That was the only way to describe what stood before me. Harry's mouth dropped wide open and he pulled his arm out of my loosening grasp.

"Draco, how long have you been in the house?" His voice was tight, I knew he was about to flip. I figured I'd stay where I was in case he tried to attack me.

"I've been in the house since Mom left. Harry who is that boy? He looks just like me."

"That is what I'd like to know." Harry turned towards me, making sure to block Draco from my vision. In this World Harry is very impressive. Before I could explain, we heard the slamming of the door and hurried footsteps.

"HARRY, DRACO, WE'RE HOME! GET DOWN HERE AND HELP ME UNPACK! HERMONIE, PANSY STOP THAT RUNNING THIS INSTANT!"

"Shit, Mom's home. Ok Look Draco, go down stairs and I'll follow you. You, who ever you are, stay in this room and don't leave. If my sisters see you they are going to tell my parents and then that is it." Harry gently guided the other Draco out of the room and closed the door. I took the time to look around. Harry's room had pictures of him in school with his friends. I noticed that one of his pictures had Weasley in it. Figures.

"Even in Alternate Universes you still picked that blood traitor as a friend."

There was one picture on his desk that was beside the TV that caught his eye. It was a picture of him and Harry. They had their arms around each other and were smiling. It was a nice picture. Beside it the two were standing on a porch, Harry had his arms around Draco and Draco had his head on Harry's arm. It was raining and you could kind of see a wet Hermonie and Pansy in the distance. It was a nice picture.

"It was taken 2 years ago; after we found out I was sick. We are at our Grand pa and ma's House. That was before Harry turned into a Human plant and got so tall. It's his favorite picture. I don't know why." My counterpart walked up beside me and gently took the picture from my hands to put it back down on the desk. He looks at me and I notice his eyes are clearer than mine. He doesn't have a Father that needed to be impressed or a Dark destiny. No, all he had was a big family and a caring older brother. He lightly touched my face and ran his other hand through my hair. It felt strange and yet nice.

"I know that you are me. I feel it in my soul. I know that you come from another place. Tell me. Please. Why are you here?" Up close I could see he was sick. His sick were clammy and thin. He had several marks on his flesh that looked like old bruises. He smelled of potions and it hurt to think of why. I heard and saw out the corner of my eye Harry slip into the room. His arms crossed over his chest and a nasty look adorned his face. But I did not acknowledge him I took in all that my counter would give me, before his hands dropped and we sat on Harry's bed.

"I come from a World of magic, yes I know what you are thinking, magic isn't real but please hear me out. My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm a wizard. I grew up in a World where Dark Lords rule and Saviors pop up every day. I come from a World where you, Harry, you are my only rival. About a week ago, hell it may be longer than that, People showed up to my school. They killed everybody and took Harry. I was able to bind us so that I could find him. I was told that the only way I could get to him was to protect the Draco and Harry's at each World I encounter from the people that will come to kill you. I'm here to protect you to get to my Harry." I looked at their faces, Harry's was unbelieving but Draco's was of understanding. He stood and came over to me.

"Thank you for coming to save us. I know what it feels like to never want anything to happen to Harry. He is a one of a kind guy. But I guess he isn't if there are different Worlds. Are you excited to find him?" My counterpart started to get excited and then he coughed hard. Harry led him to the bed.

"Don't get so excited. Calm down. So you may have blinded my brother with your crap but not me. Who are you really? And if you are who you say you are then do some magic!" I pulled my wand out of my sleeve and did a summoning charm on the picture I was looking at earlier. I heard Harry curse under his breath when I handed it back to him.

"Do you believe me now?" I couldn't help the drawl that came back into my voice, or the laugh that followed. My counterpart joined in on my laughter as I watched Harry get red around the neck.

"Yeah Yeah I believe."

"Harry, Mom Said to bring your ass down stairs right…. Oh My God! Who is that?" It looks like their secret was out. Hermonie just walked in the room.

'I wonder if this is a bad thing.'

"MOOOOOOOOM!"

TBC.TBC.TBC.TBC.