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A noise broke Draco from his deep sleep and he blinked blearily at the drapes around his bed. He briefly wondered why they were deep red before mentally kicking himself. He was a Gryffindor now. He sat up slowly as he listened out for the noise.

The sound came again from the right, like someone whimpering. Draco's tentative hands pulled back the curtains before he peeked through the crack. Harry was twisting from side to side quite violently from the next bed over; his arms had already pulled the bedsheets away from his face and he appeared to be sweating quite heavily.

Pulling the curtain across more, Draco slid out of the bed and carefully went across to the thrashing boy. Draco was no healer, but he knew Harry could hurt himself. He quickly cast some silencing and cushioning charms around his bed. He jumped in alarm as Harry suddenly jolted and twisted in his direction. Scrambling backwards and pulling the curtains almost shut, Draco watched as Harry sat upright sharply, shaking and panting. He looked as though he had yelled quite loud, and Draco was glad he put the silencing charms up. It didn't take long before the boy rolled back over and was deep asleep again.

Draco carefully laid himself down into his own bed, a small sense of worry now burrowing into his gut as he listened to Harry's troubled breathing. So even at a young age Harry had nightmares, the poor sod. Worst thing he had to worry about at this stage was his father being disappointed in his school marks, and his rivalry with Potter. If he recalled the story correctly, it wouldn't be long before Harry and his mates got twisted up in this year's philosophers stone nonsense. Something to do with finding that Cerberus in the third floor corridor.

He paused for a moment.

That was his fault wasn't it? Challenging Harry to a midnight duel, and then informing Filch with the hope of getting Harry into trouble. Grimacing slightly at the memory, he leant back into the bedding. Well, there goes that continuity plan. Can't challenge Harry to a secret duel if they're 'mates'. He shuddered slightly at the thought of Ronald Weasley probably calling him that from now until forever.

Maybe he should ask Hermione how they should introduce the three-headed menace to boy wonder and co. Lazily reaching under the bed he dragged his school robes from the messy pile resting there. A quick glance through the drapes confirmed that everyone was safely asleep. From the inner pocket he pulled out the charmed paper Hermione had prepared earlier. It was hot to the touch, and as he flipped it over writing began to appear on it.

'Draco you awake?

I've been thinking that there must be a reason we have been sent back to this specific time.

I think we need to make a list of every major point in time that we can remember, and see if we can solve any problems now! The hat was right this is a perfect opportunity! We could save so many lives!

I need access to the restricted section; I know there are some volumes in there on time turners and travel. Dumbledore has a collection of tomes that I believe are records of time magic… Maybe we should approach him?'

Draco's eyebrows raised in surprise at the last line, mainly because it had been viciously crossed out after it was written. Then in capitals underneath was the word 'NO'. She had even underlined it several times. Then his eyebrows nearly vanished as he watched the next line slowly appear.

'Approach Severus?'

There had been no entries afterword, so she was waiting for a response or had fallen asleep… Who was he kidding? The neurotic witch was probably staring at the parchment in the hopes that he would feel the glare.

Draco heaved a sigh before he began to hurriedly scrawl his reply.

'Good evening, Minister. So nice of you to write! I apologise for not responding sooner, I was partaking in a spot of sleep (this is something us regular humans do daily, if you are unsure of its definition it will be my pleasure to enlighten you).'

He paused for a moment to chuckle to himself.

'I agree with the list, might give us a better perspective…but do you really want to tell Severus? Why not Dumbledore?'

The response was almost instantaneous; he knew she'd been watching the parchment.

'Ha ha, your wit astounds me…THIS IS SERIOUS DRACO. Severus Snape is the most powerful occulemens I have ever heard of, the man can keep a secret. Not to mention his experience will be invaluable to us, who else to better help us blend in? And you know why we can't go to Dumbledore. He won't be able to resist trying to manipulate the situation. Just look at what happened with this year the first time around!'

To be completely honest, he was surprised that one of Dumbledore's most ardent supporters was aware of the man's manipulative nature. He was a true 'for the greater good,' 'needs of the many' kind of man. Willing to sacrifice himself and others in his quest for the light side. It would probably be for the best to approach Severus first, and on his advice maybe Dumbledore after.

'Snape first, possibly Dumbledore after. He is a genius and may be able to assist us, you did say, after all, that he has books that can help. It would be better to have him on our side, however the support of Severus lets us stay in control.'

'Fine.'

'Good, now get some sleep Granger.'

'That's Minister to you ;)'

Draco stared at the paper incredulously. She actually drew a smiley face - a smiley winking face no less! He could feel his face turning red, she was teasing him! Serious, his wand!
The Minister of Magic sent him a smiley winking face…Did that count as flirting? Yes, he decided, it totally did. It was clear she was trying to lighten up the situation. No doubt the next few days would be difficult and stressful, at least until they had a plan.

With a smile on his face Draco penned back 'yes Minister.' He then drew a little sketch of a stick man sweeping his cape into a low bow. A quick flick of his wand and the small man came to life, sweeping and bowing on the page.

It was nice, he decided, not being alone in this. Having someone else, especially such a talented witch as Hermione, would make this whole situation at least a little bearable.

His wand arm tingled strangely. Absently shaking it out, he went to place the parchment under his pillow. As his fingers released it, a bright spark zapped between his fingers and the page, causing him to jump and twist off the bed, swearing all the way. He landed with a thunk, the sparks racing up his arm, fizzing out before igniting elsewhere. His whole body became covered with the crackling of lightning as the smell of burning air hit his nostrils.

Before he could scream, the heat and pressure hit him. His body twisted in the air before being ripped apart into millions of tiny molecules and thrown through an intense tunnel of colours and sound.

Quite suddenly and without warning, Draco was mashed back together, his body forming again before dropping down onto deep green bedding. Disorientated and queasy, he flailed against the constricting covers, tumbling out of bed and onto dark hardwood flooring.

Blinking slowly and holding back the rising dread of realisation, Draco's vision came back into focus.

He was in his room.

He was in his room that he had when he was eleven years old.

He was in his room that he had when he was eleven years old, that he had already woken up in that morning.