Title: Time Changes Everything

Rating: M
Warnings: Non-explicit slash, non-HBP compliant
Disclaimer: JK Rowling Owns Harry Potter and its original characters. I came up with this plot, but if anyone can do it better- please go ahead, I'd love to read it!

A/N: I can't tell you how much your reviews mean to me. I am enjoying writing this story and will hopefully keep it coming. Just keep the reviews coming.

Chapter 5: Busy Days

Over the next few days, the two teens became more comfortable in the Potter-Malfoy home and with the family's daily routine. Both boys learned that weekday mornings were usually a chaotic affair. Jamie and Lila attended a local muggle grammar school and Narcissa watched Lucky on the days that his fathers were working at the same time. For some reason, every morning the children required quadruple the amount of attention to get up and out of the house on time. Harry and Draco relished the opportunity to get help from their younger selves on these mornings.

Once the two older children were off to school, Potter and Malfoy usually spent time with their respective future selves. Malfoy liked accompanying his older self to Hogwarts on the days he taught. He enjoyed seeing the changes that occurred at the school over the last 13 years. Professor McGonagall became the headmistress after Dumbledore passed away and she seemed to run the school in the same no-nonsense fashion in which she had run things as head of Gryffindor House and in her transfiguration class. Draco told Malfoy that he enjoyed working for her and that surprisingly; she didn't favor Gryffindor over the other houses. She was a fair and reasonable headmistress.

Terrence Higgs, who was the Slytherin seeker before Malfoy, was the current transfiguration teacher as well as the head of Slytherin House. He confided to Malfoy, much to the younger Slytherin's chagrin, that his future self was one of the most well-liked teachers at Hogwarts. Malfoy had yet to see Hermione as she and Draco usually only met once a week to go over their lessons for the following week, but with the arrival of their past selves, they hadn't had time to meet that week and planned to meet the following Monday.

Malfoy was sitting with Draco in his office in between classes. He was enjoying spending time with his older self and liked picking his brain about future occurrences.

"So who wins the next Quiddich World Cup?" Malfoy asked eagerly.

"Well the World Cup that was supposed to take place when we were eighteen was cancelled because of the war, but at the one four years later, Italy won," answered Draco, "Blaise actually worked for Italy's management office during the Cup. He got us fantastic seats, which was a good thing because Harry was so disappointed not to be playing. He was supposed to play for England, but I was pregnant with Jamie at the time and the medi-witches thought I might go into labor early and we didn't want to risk him not being there."

Malfoy knew enough not to ask Draco about Blaise. The elder Potter-Malfoy couple made the younger two promise not to ask about their friends for the first week that they were there. They wanted the two boys to concentrate on their own futures and not to think too much about their peers.

"So, uh Harry was there with you when you gave birth?" asked Malfoy with curiosity.

"Of course. And I was with him when Lila was born and he was there when Lucky was born. We wouldn't have had it any other way," said Draco solemnly.

"You really love him, don't you?" Malfoy asked quietly.

"More than life itself."

Malfoy still had a hard time believing this, "Why? How? It is no big surprise how I feel about him now. I mean he is the bloody boy who lived to rub it in everyone else's faces that they aren't as special as he is. He has everything; friends, supporters, loyal minions. He is the chosen one-"

"Malfoy, he has nothing. He has no parents, no guardians who care for him. He was put into a position of being the world's savior when he was one year old. He is expected to fight a war to avenge the death of two people he never even knew. He is supposed to vanquish Voldemort, be a hero, and all he wants to be is a normal sixteen year old. Yes, he has friends, and they are the best of friends, but he is constantly looking over his shoulder and wondering if people like him because he has a famous scar on his forehead. At this point in his life, he would love to fade off into obscurity but he can't because of the destiny that was chosen for him. Believe me, he doesn't feel like the chosen one, nor does he want that distinction," Draco paused from his tirade and looked closely into his younger self's eyes, "Malfoy. Draco, please realize that what I am telling you is the truth. Harry Potter is the most wonderful person in our world and as soon as you realize that, you will be set free and you will be able to drop the mask of superiority, hatred and indifference that you wear towards him. Then you too will be come a stronger, happier person."

Malfoy could only sit quietly and think about what Draco said.

Meanwhile, Harry and Potter spent their first few days together in the Potter-Malfoy's broom shed behind the townhouse. Harry had a fairly large workshop there where he designed brooms. He explained to Potter that he was hired as a consultant to the Brittish teams to design brooms and advise on the best ergonomic and aerodynamic ways to ride while playing quiddich. Harry spoke about how he suffered a back injury while he was playing for the Cannons simply because he had poor body mechanics while riding. He then researched the ergonomics of broom riding and was quite saught after as a broom and body mechanic expert in the professional quiddich world. He had created a niche market with the players of the different teams and was compensated quite nicely as well. He also confided that he was proud to be famous for something that he had accomplished on his own, and out of his own volition, rather than something that was thrust at him from childhood. Potter understood completely.

Potter gave Harry a good laugh when he told him that he was slightly nervous that his future self wouldn't have a broom for him to ride. They agreed that one night after the children went to bed, they would give Draco and Malfoy a run for their money with a two on two quiddich game.

During one of their coffee breaks, Potter took the opportunity to ask Harry some questions without having Draco or Malfoy there to chime in or snort at the discussion.

"What's it like having a family of your own?" Potter asked over a steaming mug of coffee.

Harry took a sip and answered, "it is better than I could have ever imagined. As you know, my greatest desire was to be part of a loving family. I never thought that Draco Malfoy would be the one to make my dreams come true, but he has and I couldn't be happier with him or the kids. It is truly a blessing."

"Look Harry, thanks to you and Draco, I now know that the Malfoys aren't alligned with Voldemort anymore and they are not evil death eaters or death eaters in training, but that doesn't mean Malfoy isn't an obnoxious git," Harry said trying not to sound too argumentative.

"Honestly Potter, that is one of the first things that attracted me to Draco," Harry said while his younger counterpart snorted at the thought. "I mean, I couldn't stand when he was mean or obnoxious but he was one of the first friends I had who truly saw me for me. He didn't get caught up in the 'chosen one' shite. He called me on my bad behavior which, Gryffindor as I was, I still demonstrated plenty as a teenager. He made me realize that I had to make a name for myself other than 'Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived' and I owe the man I have become to him completely. Also, he is hotter than anyone else I know, and pretty good in bed as well."

Potter knew Harry added the last sentence to both rile him up and to bring up the "gay issue" as Potter referred to it in his head. Over the past few days he had come to terms with the fact that he would fall in the love with a man. He realized that he didn't need to hold on to the muggle prejudices he had known since he was a child and that love was love.

"Are you ok with this, Potter?" Harry asked with a concerned voice.

"I guess so. I must be if I become you, right?" Potter said with a bit more certainty than he felt.

"Wake up Potter and Malfoy, wake up!" Potter and Malfoy woke up to find Lucky jumping on their beds and shaking them. Gone was the shy child hiding behind his grandmother's skirt. In his place was a rambunctious three year old who had obviously been up for several hours.

Potter grabbed his glasses from the nightstand next to his bed and put them on. As the clock came into focus, he realized it was 7:30 am. He looked over at Malfoy who looked just as tired as he felt.

"Bloody Hell, Lucky it is 7:30 on a Saturday morning. Haven't your fathers taught you the value of sleeping in on the weekend?" Malfoy asked his future son jokingly. Lucky ignored him and kept jumping.

"Malfoy, nice hair," spoke Potter referring to Malfoy's blonde locks which were no longer held neatly in place by hair gel. Instead, his hair was flying every which way and it looked as if it may never get tamed.

"Poppa's hair always looks like that in the morning. But he says at least it doesn't look like that all day like Daddy's does," Lila said knowingly as she made her way into the room.

Malfoy grabbed Lila into a hug, started tickling her, and looked smugly at Potter when he said to her, "your Poppa is a very smart man, Lila."

Lila was quick to answer, "yeah, but he also says that he can't resist Daddy's 'all day just been shagged look'-"

"Stop right there, Lila. Those are not the kinds of things an almost six year old should be saying. Have you been eavesdropping on Daddy's and my conversations lately?" Draco walked in the room and asked his daughter this with incredulity. "I thought you threw out all of Uncle Fred and Uncle George's extendable ears after the incident with Jamie's teacher."

"Poppa, she kept one pair and put it in her sock drawer," explained Lucky knowingly.

"Lucky, you weren't supposed to tell!" cried Lila.

"Daddy and I will have words with both of you after breakfast," said Draco sternly. He continued, "I hope the two of you will still be able to go to Emily's birthday party this afternoon."

Both children looked suitably chastised as well as nervous. Lila was shooting daggers at Lucky with her eyes while Lucky looked like he was about to cry.

"Now go downstairs for breakfast you two. Daddy is making pancakes," Draco said and he hugged his children as they left the room.

"So Fred and George are still running the joke shop?" asked Potter amused at the idea of the Weasley twins wreaking havoc for the next generation.

"More like the joke empire," Draco explained as the trio walked downstairs to the kitchen, "They started with the one shop in Diagon Alley that you helped them fund. and they ended up franchising all over the wizarding world. You actually still retain part ownership in the store and receive royalties from all their profits."

Potter looked suitably pleased.

Malfoy, on the other hand, looked disgusted, "Draco, you referred to the Weasley twins as 'Uncle'. Please tell me our children are not so close with the Weasleys that they refer to them as uncles," he pleaded.

"Sorry, Malfoy. We are very close with the Weasleys and with their respective spouses and children as well. In fact, Emily, who is having the birthday party this afternoon, is Ron and Hermione's six year old daughter. She and Lila are best friends." Draco clarified.

Potter looked thrilled, "So Ron and Hermione ended up getting together! I can't say I am shocked. It was bound to happen. I am glad they finally figured it out. It always seemed like their fighting was a form of foreplay. I always wondered when they would actually get around to doing the deed so to speak."

"Not a mental picture I would like to have before breakfast, Potter," said Malfoy with a shudder.

"Now can you understand why no one was overly surprised when Harry and I got together?" Draco asked.

"I guess I can hear that logic," Potter conceded.

"So we get to see Weasel and Granger today. I can hardly wait," Malfoy said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"I am so excited to see them and their future selves. It should be a fun party," Potter said without thinking.

But then he remembered.

It hit him like a ton of bricks.

His future self was married to Draco Malfoy and he would have to see his present friends, Ron and Hermione's, reactions. He wondered whether it was too late to get back into bed and hide from the world for the rest of the day.