A/N: Again, the new chapter is up in a couple of days. The last chapter didn't have too many reviews, and I'm hoping that there will be more for this chapter. It's a long one, but a lot of stuff happens. So, enjoy!

Oh, and I'm not going to review what happened in the last chapter. Too lazy. So read it yourself if you want a refresher. If I post a new chapter every couple days, I expect my readers to remember what happened.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything that you recognize. Everything you don't, setting-, plot- or character- wise, is mine.

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By the time Draco walked down to Dumbledore's office to wait for Snape, he had still not made the revelation about his dream. After a few minutes of waiting, Snape came into the corridor and said, "Draco, pay close attention. I'm not going to show you this again." Snape moved through the corridors and down staircases until they were in the dungeons.

Draco sat down in the chair in front of Snape's desk. On the desk were several strange things that Draco supposed were potions ingredients. Snape started with an introduction about safety and precision, then made Draco learn the ingredients on the desk. It was dull, but apparently important in actually concocting potions.

An hour and a half later, Draco left Snape's office with a headache. Snape wanted Draco to learn as quickly as possible so that he wasn't behind the other students in his year. Draco seemed to realize that everything he was learning he had already known. This prior knowledge let him memorize everything quickly.

Draco was walking back to his room when he heard a giggle from behind him. "Who's there?" he called.

Nobody answered.

Draco looked around the corridor, but was dismayed to find it deserted. He backtracked to where another corridor opened up. Nobody was down there, either.

He started walking away when he tripped over… nothing. Nothing was there. There wasn't even a crack in the stone floor He must have tripped over a shoelace, or the hem or his robes. Draco shrugged and kept on walking, until he reached his room. There he fell on the bed and was asleep within minutes.

Draco woke up in the night, sweating. He couldn't breathe properly. But the strange thing was that he couldn't remember his dream, although he was almost positive that the dream caused his condition. Draco got a glass of water from the bathroom sink.

His tattoo burned and Draco thought to himself, Can't I even go 24 hours without this stupid thing going off? His vision fogged up woth a golden light. Strangely, it wasn't too harsh on his eyes, which were accustomed to the darkness of night. (A/N: Slightly repetitive wording, I know.) And again Draco didn't react to the brighter light once the gold had faded from his vision.

In this light, he could tell that this was some sort of forge for shaping metals. And even though Draco had never been there before in his lifetime, he knew this place. He recognized the man standing in front of the fire, although he had died centuries before Draco was even born.

The man nearly had a heart attack when he realized Draco was there. He probably didn't know what a heart attack even was. "What do you want, child?" he asked.

"Is it true that you're making a real Time Turner? The first actual one aside from legends?" He didn't know where the words came from. The first Time Turner?

"I have done even better. I have made the first Time Turner. It is complete. Would you like to see it?"

"Of course!" How could he refuse?

The man pulled out a long chain with the little familiar hourglass. Draco could feel its pull against him. The Time Turner looked exactly like Draco's tattoo. Although he supposed that most Time Turners did look similar.

"It works." Draco hadn't asked a question. Still the words came out of him before he realized that he had said them.

"Of course. Would you like to see it in action?"

Draco grimaced. "I don't think I should. Can you really trust anyone who comes into these doors? What if I steal it, or break it?"

"You won't. Do you think anyone would let their life's work just disappear? The Time Turner has special charms so that it can't be stolen or broken. If anyone tried to steal it, they would not forget it very quickly. And besides, I have already made a second one." The man moved closer to Draco, the Time Turner in his outstretched hand. As the distance between the two Time Turners closed, Draco's chest burned fiercely.

"Please! Don't come any closer with that!" he yelled.

"Why not? It's just a Time Turner. It won't hurt you. It can't hurt you, unless you're trying to steal it."

"I'm not. Do you think you made the protection so strong it won't let anyone else but its owner touch it?" Draco quickly made up. It was a bunch of lies, but the words still did not seem to come from him.

"Perhaps. Kid, you're incredibly smart to be able to pick up on something like that. What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy." There was no way this man would be able to tell whether or not Draco was from this time period.

"Well, then, Draco Malfoy, I thank you for your advice. I will give you the first Time Turner ever to be used by human hands. Once I figure out what's wrong with it, that is."

"I can't wait until that day." Even though I already have one. "Could I perhaps stay here for a night or two?"

"If you wish to stay longer, I might have your Time Turner finished."

"Much as I would love to, I must be getting home." Hogwarts was home. It was the only place he could remember. It was more than a school, a place to stay for most of the year. It was everything Draco ever wanted. People surrounded him and made him feel like he actually belonged somewhere.

The Malfoy Manor was could and unwelcoming. His father only wanted an heir, someone to keep the legacy of the Malfoys alive. He molded Draco into whatever kind of son he wanted, although the last few years Draco had realized that people acted for themselves, not their parents. He had felt freedom, and he wanted more.

Draco wasn't sure where that came from. It was true, but he didn't know where he found out all of that. Was that from his memory, something he forgot?

"Mr. Malfoy, are you okay?" The man's voice snapped him back to the present. Or rather, the past, or whatever this would be called.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just… daydreaming. Now, is there a place I could sleep? I'm rather tired from all the traveling."

"In through here." The man led Draco out of the forge and into a house's empty bedroom. "My son used to live here. Moved out last year and into town. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be getting back to work."

"Thank you." And then Draco fell asleep on the lumpy, old bed and was woken up by the golden light, taking him back to his own time. The first thing Draco did was rush up to the Headmaster's office. But someone was already talking to him. It was…

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A/N: Guess who it is! A whole school of people to guess from. And while you guess, tell me in a review (HINT) and we'll see who was right!

Draco's words were kind of strange and out of character for him. I'm sorry. He just sounded a little too mature and un-Draco-ish. So I put in the whole, where in the world are these words coming from part. Truthfully I don't know, and I probably won't ever bring this up again. So just forget about it unless I write some more about this whole phenomenon. Great word, by the way. Phenomenon.

Yes, that hint meant, REVIEW! Thanks to everyone who did, although I didn't get too many people reviewing for this past chapter (Chapter 7).

And if you haven't realized by now, I'm random. Utterly and completely. So my random author's notes sprinkled throughout the pages are going to continue being there. I'm not going to delete them or anything. It gives my story a bit of perspective.