A/N: Yes, it's up! Chapter 5 is actually here in a reasonable amount of time! Trust me, I'm shocked, too. :) Even crazier is that I was going to get it up last night, but there were some problems with fanfiction. It wouldn't let me log in, and then it wouldn't let me upload this, but here it is!

So without further ado, please enjoy. And then maybe review. It would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I own the plot. Everything else comes from J.K. Rowling.

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"Who're you?" the other boy demanded.

"Draco Malfoy."

"That's impossible. I'm the only Malfoy in the school. Besides, I've never heard of a Malfoy in the family. But you do look like a Malfoy. It's uncanny how much we look alike. Anyway, I'm Lucius Malfoy. Have you ever heard of me?"

"Your name sounds familiar."

Through this exchange of words, the nurse had gone off to find something and returned. "Lucius Malfoy, you may leave. You-" she pointed at Draco "-will stay in bed. I need to find out who you are and what you are doing here. Drink some of this." Again she handed him a horrid-tasting drink. Again he fell asleep.

And again his tattoo burned. It hurt so much he woke to see a flash of gold light, and then he was in the Headmaster's office.

"Draco, are you okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"And may I ask where you went?"

"Just to the Hospital Wing. I met a kid there. He looked a lot like me and was named Lucius Malfoy."

"And how old was he?"

"About my age, Professor."

"Draco, Lucius Malfoy is your father. I think that your tattoo is, in effect, a Time Turner. Perhaps it is a real one that has become embedded into you. You are apparently able to travel back to a time several years ago, and then come back to the present.

"On another matter, you are unfit to attend classes with a damaged memory. Until you have regained your memory, you should stay away from prying eyes in a private room. Someone will get all of your belongings. Now if you'll follow me…"

Dumbledore left the room surprisingly fast so Draco hurried to catch up with him. They twisted through several corridors, went up two staircases, and ended up in front of a tapestry of a woman playing a harp. The notes hung in the air. It was some sort of familiar magic that washed over him. Dumbledore touched the middle string of the harp, which did not ring out like the other notes played. But instead the whole tapestry moved over to the left. In the center of the wall that had just been behind the tapestry was a staircase going up to the next floor. Dumbledore and Draco both climbed it as the Headmaster said, "Only you and I can enter through this passage. Now, I leave you to your rooms, although I must have your word that you will not leave without my consent."

Draco said that he wouldn't leave his rooms, and was left on his own. He went and looked around at his rooms. The one that he was in was more of a sitting room, with a couple chairs and a coffee table surrounding a fireplace, already lit and with double-sided so that he could feel the fire's warmth while he was in either room. There was a desk and a bookshelf filled with only a couple old books. Draco was pleased to realize that the tapestry's harp music did not come into the room.

One of the doors was next to the fireplace, and this was where he went next. It was a large bedroom. Opposite the fireplace was a large bed with a green quilt on it. Against the right wall was a dresser, made from handsome mahogany wood, and on the left was another doorway, probably leading into a bathroom. Behind the bed was a window that looked out over the lake.

The sitting room had another door leading out of it. This went to a dining room with a two-person table and matching chairs. It was somewhat cooler in this room, since there was no fireplace, but it did have a very small door- only about four feet high- that led to somewhere else. Draco wondered where it went, and why it was there. The Headmaster didn't want just anyone to come into the room, did he? The strangest part about the dining room was that there was no kitchen area. Where would all the food come from? The tiny door? That seemed unlikely.

Draco tried to open the small door, but found that when he touched its silver doorknob, his hand jerked away from it without his even realizing why.

It was late at night- he had no idea when, since Draco hadn't found any clocks in the rooms. He went into the bedroom and just lay on the bed, thinking about what happened to him. Had he really gone back in time and met his father? The two did look very similar, in a way that meant the two were related, but this boy didn't know Draco at all. They couldn't have been brothers-twins- then.

It would make more sense for that boy to be Draco's father, then, because a 15- year-old version of him would not know the name of his son.

On that note, Draco fell asleep.

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A/N: Well, there you are. Chapter 5. The last half was rather fluffy. And just to tell you, this fanfic does have a plot. If anyone has ever read Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, whether of your own will or not, you should understand that everything all comes together in the end. If not, then what's the point of putting it all in one fanfic?

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I love checking my email and seeing emails from Fanfiction saying that other people review this and like it. It makes me feel all tingly inside! So if you want to make me happy, please review!

Also, check out my slightly random fic, Not Welcome. It stars Hermione.

Next chapter Draco meets people, some that you'll recognize, others that you won't. I hope I'll put it up in the next couple days, perhaps by Wednesday.