AU Summary: An optional/alternate epilogue to our series Time Twister (beginning with Draco Malfoy and the Resurrection Stone, go find it on Iambic Brose) where Draco uses a device to relive the last seven years of his life and fix his mistakes, starting with making an enemy of Harry Potter. It is NOT RECOMMENDED that you read this before you read Time Twister. There WILL BE SPOILERS FOR TIME TWISTER.
Even as Draco had repeated it, it still never seemed like Harry understood everything that had been lost in this time until a copy of the Daily Prophet came in. Draco had just barely read the headline before Harry had snatched it from him. 'Mass Funeral Service to be Held for those Lost in War'. Obituaries seemed plastered all over the front page, and Draco saw more than a few people he recognized. Harry seemed to shake, though, as he finally set the paper down "They really did all die, here?"
Draco gave a nod, snaking an arm around Harry's shoulders. "They really all did. If you'd like to… We can go and pay our respects, as well?"
Harry nodded. "I know that they didn't die- Not in our time, but I still feel like we should. It just… It feels so wrong." Draco couldn't help but to internally agree. He looked over all the pictures that someone had managed to find of each of the fallen. Someone had used Sirius' wanted poster picture and he honestly looked insane, screaming like that. Remus looked quite peaceful and content, as he normally did when he was teaching, though Draco could also see that mischievous spark in his eye. It was the same spark he saw in both Tonks, and in Fred Weasley.
"What do you mean, they didn't die in your time?" Draco looked up at Potter, and… It had happened. He felt nothing for him.
"He means they didn't. All there is to it."
Potter shook his head. "You- You can't have saved all of them."
"I didn't. Not Dumbledore, or my mother, or my aunt, or the Creevey, but I did what I could."
Harry only looked at Draco with a smile. "What you could was pretty damn amazing."
Draco couldn't help but to chuckle. "Thank you, but I don't remember asking for your approval."
"I should see when this is, anyway, if we really are going," Harry said, picking the paper back up and looking it over.
"You know," Potter began. "People won't like you showing up, there."
Draco rose an eyebrow and looked through the paper as Harry flipped through it. "Oh. I see. We only care about the lives lost on this side."
"Well, when the other side was nothing but insane dark wizards who wanted to kill off all muggles and rule the world."
"Therefore they aren't human, and their deaths should be entirely ignored? My own aunt died in both times, and my mother died in our time."
Potter frowned and shifted from one foot to the other. "Well… But she was on our side. And I thought you didn't like your aunt."
"She was still my aunt. I have a memory or two of her holding me as a baby, it's not as easy as you make it out to just let go of that," Draco pointed out, only calming down when Harry took his hand and rubbed the back of his palm with his thumb.
"He's still working through some things," Harry explained to Potter. "It's not easy being a double-crosser and then dragging half your family into also double-crossing and spying for you."
"You what?"
Draco sighed. "Well, once my family took over legal guardianship of Harry, my mother and father weren't exactly comfortable with Riddle's actions."
Potter put his hands out. "Woah, hang on, back up. 'Took over legal guardianship'?"
Harry groaned, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. "We're gonna be here a while."