A/N: Wow, I can't believe the reviews this has gotten, and no flames as of yet. Thanks to all of you who reviewed so far, and onto the next chapter we go! If I get any facts wrong in this chapter, tell me please, what they are and the correct facts. Thank you.

Tergum Vicis
Chapter 13
Decisions, Decisions

When Harry woke up a few hours later, it was dark in the Slytherin Common Room. The only light that came through was the light of the fireplace, so Harry could only assume that it was night time. Harry also felt a pair of arms wrapped around him, and smiled softly. Had Draco really stayed with him for all these hours?

Looking up at the blond, he saw that his eyes were closed, so he must of fallen asleep at some point that night. Harry tensed. Had he heard anything? He had been having nightmares since his fourth year back in his old time, and hadn't been having them lately here, but that didn't mean they couldn't make a comeback.

A stir from beside him alerted him that Draco was starting to wake up. He frowned; he liked watching Draco sleep. The blond looked so much more peaceful and not like the arrogant prick he knew back at his time at all.

"Harry...?" Draco murmured, and said wizard smiled, giving Draco a small squeeze.

"Hey there, love. Did you have a nice nap?"

Draco blushed lightly. Lately, the two had been coming more open with their feelings, and when Harry started calling him love, it made his heart flutter, which it did tonight.

Draco nodded. "Yes....did you?"

Harry nodded in turn. "Mmhm. Say, Draco....were you awake while I was sleeping at all?"

Draco blinked. Odd question, he thought, but he nodded. "Yeah, I was, for a while. Why?"

"Did I say anything?" Harry asked. "You know...like...in sleep?"

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, then seemed to remember something because his eyes widened in realization, and looked straight back down at Harry with a nod.

"You said 'Don't kill Cedric'....it didn't last long, but you kept murmuring it and tossing and turning, like it was a nightmare," Draco said softly. He noticed Harry visibly tense and frowned. "Harry..."

"Draco...I need....I need to tell you something..." Harry said softly, looking up into a pair of gray eyes. Draco nodded, gray eyes soft, worry in them.

"I'm listening."

And so, Harry told him everything. About he came from a different time, about all his years at Hogwarts, Voldemort returning, killing Cedric, about Hermione and why he had asked if she was here....everything. Harry was thankful no one else was in the room, everyone else was fast asleep, even the people occupying the portraits, which was a plus for Harry.

Draco listened intently, his eyes widening.

"So...in your time...Voldemort killed your parents...tried to kill you...and you ended up with a cursed scar?" He asked, wondering if he had gotten the details right. Harry nodded.

"That's right. And because of that, Dumbledore thought it best to send me to my relatives on my mothers side, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, who were positively against magic, and any of our kind."

"But they kept you," Draco said, confused.

Harry nodded. "They had to. They got a letter from Dumbledore, saying that special protection wards had been placed on their house and would be active until I become an of age wizard, 17. Then, I wouldn't be safe from the Death Eaters at all."

Draco seemed to get that much, and thought again. "So...how and when did You-Know-Who return?"

"During the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which was hosted at Hogwarts in my time, in my fourth year. There were four champions, because someone illegally entered my name for me. People underage couldn't join at the time because it was too dangerous. At the third task, when Cedric and I both grabbed the cup, it was a portkey that took us to Voldemorts fathers graveyard." He noticed Draco flinch as he said the name, and rubbed his shoulder soothingly. "When we arrived in the graveyard, Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew rather, put me on Tom Riddle's tombstone. He then began a ritual, starting with the bone of the father, why they were in the graveyard. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, which is why they needed me. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, which is why Peter cut himself. He began the ritual and threw what looked like a twisted infant type creature into a cauldron of some kind, and a few moments later, Lord Voldemort had risen again."

Draco tightened his hold on Harry. "That must of been terrifying for you."

Harry nodded. "And Wormtail killed Cedric. I was surprised to see him in this time."

Draco nodded in understanding. "I can only see why it would be. But..."

"What is it, love?" Harry asked, tilting his head. Draco tightened his grip, and Harry noticed that he seemed to be shaking.

"Draco?"

"You've been through so much in your time...you're not the Harry I used to know...but I still love you so much..." Draco said softly, making Harry's emerald eyes widen, and soften slightly. "Do you want to go back to your own time, if you had the option?'

Harry didn't even have to think what he knew. He had thought long and hard before, what he wanted, where he wanted to be. In this time he had someone to love, someone that loved him. He had new friends, and got along surprisingly well with Professor Snape. He also had his parents, Sirius, Remus, not to mention a little brother along with all that.

In his old time, he had Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Remus, and Dumbledore. In his old time, he didn't get along too well with Professor Snape, but also had many friends who cared for him and would do anything for him. He didn't have his parents or Sirius, but Remus was both to him after Sirius's death in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry had given up on seeing Dumbledore about returning to his time, even if it was an option, or at least see how his friends were doing if that was an option too, because somehow, he felt like he wouldn't be able to, and if he was, now, he didn't want to.

He looked up at Draco, wrapped his arms around his waist, and leaned up, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"No. I don't want to go back. I have everything I need right here."


A/N: Kinda short, and sorry for the wait. About the mpreg, I have decided. I'm surprised that a lot of people want twins, and I think I'll do that, but perhaps when they graduate or some time after. They are kind of young, only sixteen. And before people comment who are like 'You know boys can't get pregnant, right?', here's my response: fanFICTION. Anything can happen, readers and reviewers. Oh, and I do believe it will be a boy and a girl.

Also, I read a review in this chapter and it got me thinking about Voldemort. Any ideas of how I could bring him in to the story? Or a new kind of villain twist, like a Death Eater out for revenge or something of the sort? Any ideas would be helpful. ^___^

I hoped you liked this chapter! There will be at least one more coming or maybe even two before I leave. Keep tabs on my profile for any info that may change.