So this is my second story from the Harry Potter series, and I'm excited for this one! Do ahead and read Truly, Madly Timeless if you want to read some romance and fluff. While there is some romance in here, it's dark and not as fluff-filled. So I hope you enjoy this!

Warning!- Drarry, Tomarry, my own personal ship Tomaco Bashing on Dumbledor and Snape, maybe others. This is also an AU where Draco Malfoy actually managed to befriend Harry and helps him in the Department of mysteries. Look, I think Draco deserves better so sue me. This takes place during harry's fifth year.

I stared at the date in disbelief: 1944...How did this happen?

I remembered running through the Department of Mysteries...magical objects falling from shelves around us...a glint of gold...and an explosion. Then nothing. I don't remember how I got here, I just woke up and wandered around the Department before finding my way out. I used the invisibility cloak so I wouldn't be spotted after finding everything different then how I remember the Department and the Ministry itself being. Only after stumbling across The Daily Prophet did I realize what happen. That glint of gold must have been a time turner, and extremely powerful one if it took me back this far...But how to get back? I couldn't just go to the Ministry, they'll think I'm crazy...I made my way back to the Department of Mysteries in case I could find anything that could help.

Unless I find a way home myself? I'm Harry Potter, I've done worse, even though I have no idea where to look, "Wait. What does Hermione do?"

"Isn't she always in that Library?" I spun around and grinned despite the grim look on Draco's face. He looked ragged, with messy hair and torn clothes. Made me think about how bad I looked.

"You're here too? Anyone else?" He shook his head, "Well this is the worst. Any ideas on what to do?" I shared my previous thoughts on our predicament, detailing more issues with any other plans I had come up with. Draco looked thoughtful the entire time I spoke, only making small comments here and there. I expected him to freak out at some point, but he must have while I was gone. He had tear streaks on his face and red-rimmed eyes.

When I finished he nodded, "I know a place through my father in Knockturn Alley that can give us fake identities, that way we might be able to get into Hogwarts and use their library and Room of Requirement. I'm sure the room can give us more books should we need them or, at the very least, give up a quiet place to study and read."

I smiled at him, "We'll need a back story."

"And maybe change how we look so we don't resemble our grandparents that go there," I nodded in agreement as he sighed, "I can make my hair blonde, well darker I mean, and you can keep yours but maybe change your eye color?"

I felt confused, "Why not change my hair?"

Draco flushed, "I just don't think you could pull off blonde hair." I laughed as he look away in embarrassment. After a few minutes of planning we got to work. Draco did most of the work, since he was better at transfiguration then I was. He lengthened his hair till it reached past him ears and darkened the color to a dirty blonde. Ultimately we decided to lighten up my hair and give it a hue of light browns throughout, while doing the same to his only instead giving it a reddish tint. When we were finished Draco had strawberry dirty blonde hair and I had very dark dirty blonde hair, and he changed his eyes to a light brown. With the added freckles to Draco's face we finished. At first I was worried about our underage age magic being detected until Draco told me of the magical wards protecting this Department. We couldn't do magic outside of here, but inside we could.

He stared at me for a minute before speaking, "We need to get rid of your glasses."

I felt shocked and yet I understood where he was coming from, "Are you sure I can't just get different glasses?"

"No, I'll fix your eyesight. We need to change ourselves as much as possible in little ways, that way we stay ourselves without changing too much. I'm sorry." I shook the apology off, but still felt unsettled. After a while of aimless silence I gave him the go ahead. The sensation felt painful, but not overly so. Although it still made my eyes water while I swore. Draco laughed more then I've ever heard from him, making me laugh too. It felt good to laugh, the whole incident still hadn't fully sunk in. It left me feeling numb and sad. Although we did't talk about it yet, I could tell we both felt the weight of our situation. Far from home and seemingly nowhere to go...couple of dumb kids who used to hate each other...Merlin this sucks.

After a few minutes we left, under the cloak of course, and headed towards Knockturn Alley. After arriving I remembered how much I hated the place, it was so dark and gave off evil vibes. Draco also looked uncomfortable, but kept it hidden well. Although we had only become friends the year before, I had gotten pretty good at seeing past his mask. We headed into an old shop, the man at the counter looked more like a living corpse then anything else. Draco sneered at him to assert him position and leisurely walked up to the counter, "We need new identities, how much?" The man smiled creepily, making me more nervous then ever.

"Well," He had a raspy voice, "What can you offer?" Draco muttered and passed him a magical object we stole from a women a few doors down. The object itself made the air cold at its reveal. The man inspected it and his smile began to grow, "I'll accept. Now, do you have wands? Good, good. You have any specifics you want to include? Speak now." I let Draco handle the story, he was better at this then I was. As they worked I looked around the shop in nervous wonder. The place was filled with strange objects, some seemed innocent while others made me wish to never come back. I hoped we never will.

Before I knew it Draco was rushing me out, apparently having just finished. He gave me my paperwork and I smiled, at least he was nice about the names. For himself he went with Drake Pond, and for me he gave me Hadrian. My last name was Albott? I looked at him in question, but when he refused to look at me I was forced to keep quiet until we were out of sight. Turns out that over the next few months he refused to answer any questions regarding the last name. We ended up moving into an Inn and got several jobs to pay for rent. A few weeks before the Hogwarts term started we got our letters.

Draco walked in early one morning and grinned at me, his face lit up and the letters in his hands, "We got them! Our letters!"

I chuckled, "I can see that, how will you sit down so we can look at them?" We read through them separately while drinking our tea, "We have to show up to school early? I mean I get that we're technically transfers, but come on!"

Draco didn't look amused, "Deal with it Potter," I knew he was serious at the sound of my last name, "We will go through any obstacle to get home, that means we show up early. What I'm more worried about is paying for all of our supplies. I've been sazing money but I'm not sure if it'll be enough."

"We'll make do, and besides," He looked at me in despair, "I'm sure they'll help us out after finding out about our story, right?" Draco nodded, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. We went out the next day to get supplies, we thankfully had just enough for everything after calculating it all out. Draco looked much more happy then I've seen him in a while. He looked, well...fit in muggle clothes. He wore dark green high waisted dress pants, a black belt, and a short sleeved white collared shirt. I wore the same thing, except for the color scheme being red, black, with a simple white t-shirt. He smiled more, making me blush each time. I can't figure out why though...

As we walked around I spotted a boy who I felt that I knew from somewhere. As he drew closer I began to realize where. It was him, Tom Riddle! He looked the same as when I last saw him, the same curly black hair, dark brown eyes, strong jaw, and fierce features. Looks even more handsome then I remember...I shook the thought off and dragged Draco into a side alley.

Draco began to protect before I slammed my hand over his mouth, "Shhh! Remember how I told you about Riddle from our second year? Not only are we the same age as our grandparents, but the same age as Tom Riddle!" Draco's eyes widened, fear gripping them, "We'll be fine, he's not Voldemort yet, and he hasn't killed anyone as far as I know. He's just a student. But we need to be careful" I let him go and stepped back.

He dragged in air heavily as he spoke, "This sucks so bad Harry! What are we going to do?" I shrugged, putting my hand over his. He calmed down enough to continue walking. We tried to avoid Riddle as much as possible, but that soon turned out to be futile. We ended up running into him, literally. While Riddle and I managed to stay standing, Draco fell to the ground hard. His lithe, small frame seemed to take the sudden impact hard. I panicked and started to help him up, only to get beat to the punch by Riddle.

He smoothly crouched down and smirked at Draco, "I do so apologize, let me help you up." Draco blushed and numbly took the hand, apparently not feeling the need to object. I gaped as Riddle brushed the dirt off of Draco's chest and give a faint smile at us, "So what are you doing here? I haven't seen you around before."

Draco managed to speak first, "Buying book for Hogwarts..." Riddles eyes widened slightly before he composed himself.

"Don't suppose you've been to Hogwarts before? Are you transfers then?"

"Yeah, we just got our letter a few days ago. Any tips?" Although I didn't mean to, my words came out more hostile then I wanted. With a look from Draco I knew it was noticeable.

Riddle chuckled at me, "What are your names? Mine is Tom Riddle, a Slytherin Prefect at Hogwarts."

Draco smoothly stepped in to save my ass, "I'm Drake Pond, this is Hadrian Albott. Pleased to meet you, Riddle. Now we uh- we have to leave now." Riddle chuckled again as a flustered Draco dragged me off. We both seem to do that a lot.

So, first chapter what did you think?