With Death

Author: Yasmine1 aka KumikoVegeta

Rating: 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.

Last Chapter:

"Hello Draco. So nice of you to finally join me." He sneered at me, his face so like my Harry but so not. How could I save a World with this Harry in it? This Harry whose eyes were Red?

Chapter six

I looked him over and realized that his eyes weren't red; they just had a red tint to his usual green eyes. It was actually very weird now that I thought of it. He looked just like my Harry. The wild hair and the innocent face, come to think of it I'm not really sure why I immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was evil. In what twisted World would Harry ever be evil on purpose? He looked me over in an analyzing way, taking in all of my clothes and the way I stood. I remember my own Father doing this to me. It made me feel like I was on trial for how I stood. It is very disconcerting.

"Draco, I was wondering if you had finally made up your mind. I was hoping that the more time I gave you the more you would understand the beauty of my plan and how much I need you to be there by my side. With the power that I have it really isn't necessary that you assist, but with the blatant back stabbing by my friends and family I figured you of all people would stand by me. You are my Best Friend, the only person I could talk to. Why not share this with me?"

I really had no idea what he was asking of me, and to be honest I wasn't going to agree with anything until he explained himself more. Going over that little speech in my mind I see now that my first instinct was correct. This Harry is evil and apparently wants me to stand beside him. I watched him turn from me and look at the other cells around me. I noticed then that there were other people there. Some were already dead and decaying, some were on the verge of dying. There were no living people near me. No wonder it ronks over here. I sensed a change in his stance. Like it had stiffened or was wobbly and then trying to hide it. He turned by to me and I swear it looked like tears in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me Draco? I thought we would share everything together. You promised that you would follow me to the ends of the Earth and to the corners of Hell if I needed you to. Why won't you go through with that promise? I need you by my side, now. I'll ask you again and if you stick with your answer I shall let you go. Will you stand by my side?"

I have seen angst in a Teenager, but to see it in his eyes was the worst. Such sorrow and pain. I wasn't really sure if this World's Draco and Harry were lovers from the way he was talking to me; but I did know that they had a deep connection here. The way his voice moved, showed me that he could be redeemed and so I made a decision that I hoped wouldn't cost me my life. I answered as I would if my own Harry turned dark but was redeemable.

"No, I can't help you this way Harry. You are my friend and I won't see you fall into darkness and not try my hardest to pull you out. But to do that I must stay in the light."

His face fell a bit, not so much in sadness but in a, 'I already knew you would say that and was hoping you would come to your senses'. He shook his head and turned from me, whispering something in Latin that I couldn't catch the latch to my cell flew open. I stood from the floor of my cell and looked nervously towards him. He looked back at me and that was when I noticed a man standing on his left. It was tall, like nine feet tall, its face was mush. No features to look at just mush. He had rotting clothes and a foul odor coming off of him.

"Take him to the Front gates, I'm sure his fellow band of rebels are watching and waiting to get him out. Do not attack! Draco, I can not promise the same outcome of the others, but you will always be safe with me. I hope one day you decide to help instead of hurt me. But should you find your way into my deep dungeons again I shall not let you out so easily, even if you speak of Sebastian to me. Please consider what I offer you."

He turned and walked further down the cells, never turning back to me before he disappeared around a corner. The gross mushy thing grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction I assume was the Front Gates. It didn't hurt but it was hard trying to keep up. The Castle was small in the way of Dark Lord Castles. But then my idea of a Castle is twice the size of Hogwarts. I expected axes and other weapons on the walls. Maybe pictures of other Dark Lords. But I found everything to be blank and bare. Whatever happened to this Harry was a definite fall from grace. The tall thing dropped me in a large yard. There was a mist surrounding the large metal Gate. I couldn't see anything beyond it until it opened. It was like the mist was only allowed past the gate, for it never crossed the invisible line. The man pushed me hard and I fell on the other side, my hands getting bruised as the metal gate closed around me.

"Well at least he didn't hurt me too bad. Now didn't he say there were Rebels out…."

Before I could even finish that thought I was hit with a spell and blacked out.

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I woke to a dark room and breathing. I decided to take my time in appearing like I was awake. This way I could get a feel for whoever was watching over me and if they were in fact awake. Listening to the way it flowed I could tell it was a woman and that she was most defiantly awake.

"I know you're awake so you might as well stop pretending."

Well ok, no use pretending now that I was called out. I sat up on the little lumpy hard cot that I was given after they hit me with a spell. Taking an assessment of my body I found nothing to be broken and my mind felt clear so I figured they didn't hex me too bad. Turning towards the woman that sat with me in the dark room I caught a glimpse of her back before she walked out of the open door. She called back to me as she was walking down a well lit hallway. Her voice was somewhat familiar to me, it really got on my nerves that I couldn't place it.

"I don't know who you are but dinner should be ready soon and I think you should come join us. Plus Draco would be most interested in meeting you."

I listened to her footsteps as they got further away and wondered if it was ok for me to follow. Checking to make sure my wand was on me, come to think of it that should've been the first thing I did, I found that it wasn't.

'Well I guess I have no choice but to follow her.'

The light hurt my eyes and I needed to adjust what I found was nothing short of a small Living room with many doors and openings into other rooms. It was noisy in the Living room, and what I think was a dining or sitting room. There was music playing in the background and some people swaying to the upbeat tempo. I heard laughter from above me and figured those must be children. There were people sitting around reading books and watching TV; others were talking amongst themselves in quiet and loud fashions. I saw a small woman with short blonde hair walk through a door only to reveal a kitchen, the smells that came from it was wonderful. I think I realized then that I hadn't eaten in days. My stomach groaned and I had to sit down from the pain. The chair I picked was so comfy that I began to think. How were these Worlds's connected? After all this was a cozy environment, something I thought Harry would be apart of. Knowing that he wasn't apart of this homey feeling, sent chills down my spine. It also made me think of what he told me about the World that he was currently at. Places where we killed without mercy. Why would there be two Worlds' so far where we are evil and only one that we're good?

I noticed that the noise had decreased while I was thinking, looking up I noticed myself looking down on me. With my wand pointed to my head. Now I really need to pay attention when I come to these Worlds. Looking him over I can tell he is older than I, by how much I'm not sure. I have always heard people say I look like my Father, but I never saw it. Looking at an older self makes me change my mind on that. His hair was short, shorter than mine. Spiked on the top and slicked back on the sides. His face was rosier without looking like a constant blush. And his stance was much defined. The clothes he wore were of a cheap quality, but fit him just right and looked good on him. He looked power even in muggle clothes. But I could tell he was a wizard and why not he was Draco Malfoy and he was his Father's son. And right now he oozed Lucius Malfoy through every pore and if I didn't feel that he was me I would mistake him for being under Polyjuice.

"Who are you?" His voice was so soft but I could tell it meant business. That was a voice my Mother used on me. She told me it was a voice that only parents could use. Ha! Fancy that. I'm a Dad.

"I know that you won't believe me, but I'm you from an alternate universe. I am traveling through Worlds to find my Harry that was taken as a prisoner. To get to him I have to save our versions in each World." Hearing me say it was like watching a crazy person explain why he talked to walls and fought poles. It was even weirder telling this to me while a wand was pointed at my head. The wand stiffened and came closer to my throat. I was afraid I would die in this World by my own hands. He leaned closer to me and I could hear a hex about to hit me, until a small hand curled around his arm. He turned his head and glanced at a woman with medium length brown hair and a white stripe in the front. She looked him in the eyes and then turned to me, her brown eyes were soft and yet intelligent. And why not? Granger was always smart.

"We thought you would arrive later. We had hoped to have dinner ready at least. Please don't mind Draco, he is very tired and very upset that Severus was correct as always. Please sit and we will talk." I have always admired Granger and the way her mind worked. Even though she beat me time and time again for first in our year, I had to admire her because she was a Mudblood and still achieve more than a Pureblood. I wouldn't tell anyone that because it would look odd and Lucius would hear about it, but she was smart. Looking at her now I know that not only will she continue to get my admiration but she will also have my eyes. She is beautiful, and to think this was what my Granger would look like. How could I have forgotten? They had killed all of the people at Hogwarts and blamed me for it. Harry said they destroyed the World. Where would be go? Shaking my head because I didn't want to think of that right now I sat in a nearby chair and looked over at Granger and myself sit in a loveseat across from me. They weren't sitting very close but it was close enough to show that they were comfortable with each other. He stretched out on the love seat and then threw me my wand, after catching it I looked it over to make sure it was in fact mine. He cleared his throat and began to speak. I thought of Lucius again.

"I guess you have questions about what is going on in this World. Hermonie was right in stating that Severus had told us you would be arriving. I'll get to why in a moment. I think first I have some questions. What is your current relationship with Harry Potter and how old are you?"

"We have an understanding and that is about it. I believe that once this is over we may be the best of friends, but that is all I can think of. I'm 17. Any other questions? And what is this about knowing I was coming?"

"All in due time Draco. I think I should start from the beginning. Just listen, this tale is a bit long. Others may cut in at times because of their own experiences or if I wasn't present so be patient. Hermonie can you get us some Tea and biscuits? Thank you." I watched Hermonie walk through the door that lead to the kitchen, looking around I noticed that a lot of the people that was in the Living room reading or talking was sitting around us now. It felt like story time for the little kiddies. Hermonie came back and served the tea for me and him. Five sugars, three drops of cream and a cinnamon stick to mix. Exactly like I like it. I took a sip and felt the Calming Draught work its magic on me. Taking a bit out of a chocolate biscuit I sat back for the story. Boy was I not disappointed.

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AU Draco's POV

"It started my sixth year at Hogwarts, after a brief moment of understand that flowed between Harry and me I knew that we were connected. We didn't talk much that year except for glances and head nods, but for two ex-rivals that was a lot. We didn't keep it a secret nor did we make a big deal of it. That was just how Harry was, very nonchalant about it. After the end of Sixth year and during the Summer Vacation Harry and I wrote each other back and forth. I visited him a bit and he visited me. We took a trip to Cancun, Mexico for a weekend and had a lot of fun. Mostly we talked and I found a Best Friend in him."

"I could tell him anything and that was how our seventh year started, along with the War. About two weeks into our Seventh Year, Voldemort attacked Hogsmeade and then Hogwarts. It was mass hysteria. People taking their children away, people fighting right outside our Front door. Dumbledore trained us for as much time that he had, but it wasn't enough. A lot of our year and below were injured fatally. Some students we found weeks later, dead but with wounds that could have been healed if we were able to find them. It was horrible. After five months of fighting and winning. Fighting and losing. The War came to a standstill."

"Voldemort wanted it to be over. He wanted to prove that he was the better wizard, and you know Harry, he jumped right in. We didn't know what he had up his robes or why the Death Eaters seemed so strong all of a sudden. We wouldn't know for two years what power they had unleashed and why. Harry defeated Voldemort in May of 1997. I'm not sure if you know this but we are in the year 2006. We found out what was going on in 99' and have been trying to understand what Voldemort was trying to do. It seems he placed a spell on some of his followers and himself. That every time he killed a person, he would take unto himself their magic and beings. Learning all that they knew and able to perform all skills they had learned up until their death. The stronger the Death Eater, the more they would take in. The only problem was it worked in reverse as well. Every Death Eater destroyed would send all of themselves and their magic to the person that struck the final blow. This would make them more powerful, yes, but it would also bring another being into their mind. This would have a person thinking like that Death Eater at times and if not checked would cause that person to be taken over by the foreign entity. We have lost many a friend and family to this curse."

"I realized that I was showing forms of this same curse, and why not? Lucius was Voldemort's right hand, he would have been in line first for the curse. I started to talk like him and act like him. I'm sure you know what I mean. By the time I understood what was happening it was too late for Harry. Voldemort infested Harry's being so badly that we couldn't help him. At first he would say things that Harry Potter would never say. Then his temper would flare over things that had nothing to do with him at all. The final straw was when he tried to attack Albus. We locked him away while Hermonie tried to look for a cure. I was away doing research for the spell so Hermonie will take over from here."

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Hermonie's POV

"Draco had just gone over seas for a lead that he had gotten. We had Harry locked in a chamber that was to suppress his powers and keep him sleep. We had not known that it was when he slept that Voldemort tightened his hold on Harry's mind. Harry didn't tell us about the changes and we thought it was because Ron and I were married and he still had no one. He and Ginny were on the outs most of the time and Draco was working with Albus a lot. They still talked but not as much as they used to with Draco being so busy. I digress. Harry's mind snapped and Voldemort fully ingrained himself into Harry's being. Giving Harry all of his knowledge and powers. I remember going down to talk to him and being shocked that he had broken out and was standing there and waiting for me. He asked me to join him, be his General and lead into the Dark fog of the future. I don't know why I remember that statement. I guess it's because it was the last time I talked to Harry. Even with Voldemort in him, he was still the little boy with the broken glasses that looked like he craved hugs but didn't know how to ask for them. I remember telling him to go back into the chamber so that we could help him; I silently called for Ron and Albus. He told me not to bother calling for help, that he wouldn't kill me now but later instead for turning my back on him. Then he just disappeared. I didn't see him again for 3 years."

"We had not seen or heard of him in those three years. It was like he fell off the map and I guess we thought that he would've gotten control of his body and killed himself. How wrong we were. I remember the day so well. I had just gotten Sebastian up. And I heard screams coming from outside. There it was in the middle of the sky. It looked like the Dark Mark but worst. I can't describe it because of the spell he placed on it. It was a seal as well as a Memory charm interwoven in it. He sealed us from doing Dark magic of any kind. It also stops us from talking about it and forgetting that it was in the sky. For one year it stood there. Placing the seal on us so deeply that some of us can't even remember Dark magic, let alone perform it."

"For one year it absorbed the Light magic that got too near. That was how we lost Albus. It just sucked him in. Then we found a way to destroy it. Remus Lupin and Moody would take the first wave Severus and Hannah would take the second. Draco and I would lead the rear. We were to pour Light magic into it. We thought it would over load itself. Instead it sucked the souls of both Remus and Moody before imploding. The blast killed Hannah, who was too weak from sending Moody her magic and twisted Severus' mind to the point that he can See, but isn't able to stay coherent for long. He has short moments where he can talk to you and then he passes into a catatonic stage." She sat back in the chair, her whole posture seemed weak, and as if she had been fighting all her life and the effects was wearing her down from the inside out. Draco had risen from the chair and began to pace the floor. He stopped to whisper to some of the people standing in the corners before starting again. I looked around while Hermonie sipped her tea, some of the people there I recognized. People I had went to school with or tutored. Something kept nagging at me, I wasn't sure what it was until I looked at Hermonie. Where was Ron Weasley?

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but where is Ron?" The effect was instant. I could see Hermonie looking at Draco and he turned to her. His shoulders squaring before coming to sit beside her. It looked like they were just about to tell me what happened when I heard thundering feet running through the hall leading to this room. A little boy with Blonde hair ran in. He had to be about 7 or 8. He was a little short, but very wiry. His eyes were hazel and his nose was rounded. He had a small bunny in his hand and ran right up to Hermonie. I literally stopped breathing.

"Mom! Look, Sam is sad and he won't eat his food. Can you cast a healing spell cause Auntie Ginny said she would rather eat him than heal him and to get that disgusting rodent out of her face. Then she said she has enough problems with Ferrets running around. And what's a ferret? I asked her and then she started to laugh and told me to come ask you what a ferret was and to heal Sam. Please?" All in two breaths. God I thought kids were hyper but this takes the cake. I guess my mouth must have dropped open while I looked at Hermonie. Draco looked me over and I guess he understood what was running through my mind.

"I guess that answers that question. We weren't really sure how you would take this. And we tried to keep Bastian upstairs until we understood your feelings." He scooped Sebastian up in his arms and began tickling him. Sebastian yelled and laughed hard until Draco put him down. Smacking his butt lightly he told Sebastian to go back upstairs and he would come up and heal Sam. He turned back to Hermonie and put his hand on her shoulder. Then I noticed the gold rings on their hands just as they intertwined them.

"Hermonie and I got married in 98' and had Sebastian that same year. We are expecting our next child in 7 months."

TBC

A/N : Sorry again for waiting so long to update. We just signed over the old apartment today so now I can get into the updating mood. Thank you all for supporting me. See you in the next chapter.