Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, or Charmed. I am just dabbling in the world they left for us. Though I do own the plot...

Chapter 56

Comes Answers part 2…

Last time

As soon as Harry had finished his chanting he was surrounded by a swirl of white and silver lights and he couldn't help but notice they were moving around him fast. There was no going back now and there was no way to let Draco know everything was okay. Harry took a deep breath as the swirling lights reached their peak, though that breath was soon shoved out of him without warning when something heavy seemed to crash into him. And now, instead of the peaceful departure that he was expecting, Harry felt himself being ripped away from Hogwarts and thrown to wherever the spell was taking him.

Light spilled into the unused classroom as Draco opened the door and stepped inside. The door creaked as it closed behind him. After his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he noticed that the only source of light came from four white floating candles with Harry Potter at the center.

"Geez Potter, I ask for a favor and you give me a séance." Draco watched quietly as Harry raised his head, looking in the direction of the new arrival. Upon hearing him mumble something Draco called out- "What was that Potter?"

"Did you bring it?" Draco heard him call back. He knew Harry had said something entirely different and he was content to let the Gryffindor have his fun. Usually he would have come back with some retort, but as the Gryffindor in question was doing him a huge favor, a favor which could easily be rescinded, he knew he shouldn't press his luck. "It will be very hard to if not impossible for me to help you if you didn't."

"Yea I brought it, so there's no need to get all hot and bothered."

"Well then, are you just going to stand there or are you going to give me what you brought?"

It took everything he had in him to not reply to Harry's slight jab, but in the end he just bit his tongue and walked over to Harry to give him what he had in his hand. When he was sure that no retort would come out Draco said, "It wasn't too hard to get it, as I am her son, but I would appreciate it if I could get it back after you're done."

He watched Harry drop his gaze to the item he had just been given. "Was this…?"

He had seen the realization in Harry's eyes as he looked at the ring in his hand and as the raven-haired boy in front of him raised his head to ask his question, Draco already had his reply ready, "My mother's wedding band, yes it was."

"I don't want to sound insensitive, but what's with the black lines?"

"Those black lines are vines and only appear when the husband or wife passes away."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Look, can we just get on with it Potter? I want to get this whole 'hidden one' mess over with."

"Draco, you realize that if this works like it should then that means…"

"I know very well what it means Potter. It was all in my mother's letter. So if you don't mind I would really like to get this going so I can do my duty."

Harry nodded, "Of course, but for me to do what I needs to be done it would be best if you stepped outside of the circle of candles. I need all the space I can get."

Nodding, Draco stepped outside of the circle, "Potter…the ring?"

"It will come to no harm and you will get it back. I promise."

Again Draco nodded and before he could stop himself he blurted out a question that he had been wondering about since he had been ask to bring an item of his mothers, something that she had worn or kept close to her, something personal…"Just out of curiosity, what do you need it for anyway?"

"Well, out of all the research I did, only one thing stayed consistent."

"And that was?" Draco asked impatiently.

"For this to work there was a need for an anchor, an object of the person who we are trying to find."

"But we don't know who we're looking for."

"You're right, we don't, but your mom does."

Draco stood there for a moment trying to process what Harry had just told him. "But how…?" He had been attempting to ask just how he was planning on doing this, but the words just never made it out. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Harry continue,

"Now, I'm going to cast a few spells to ensure that we're not bothered and I'm not distracted."

Draco stood in awe as he watched Harry took out his wand and began to perform some spells that he knew were way beyond the abilities of a sixth year student. Draco only recognized a few of the more powerful silencing and concealment spells thanks to the tutor that his mother had hired for him after his first year. Though it was not only the summer after his first year that he had this tutor; no, his mother took to hiring the same tutor every summer. The summer after his first year the tutor started small, with only teaching Draco some of the more basic defensive spells to protect one's self, but with every year he upped the ante. Most, if not all summer, Draco would work all day and sometimes well into the night to complete all of the "homework" that the tutor had set because he had known, or at least felt as though he would use them later and it would be best to learn them perfectly as opposed to not knowing them at all. There was also the fact that his tutor would pile even more on him if he failed to complete the assignment.

Draco shook himself of these thoughts as he watched Harry begin to wave his wand over the hand which held the black and silver ring. Because of the silencing ward Harry had erected, he was unable to hear anything that was being said, but as Draco looked closer he noticed that Harry's attention was not really focused on the ring; instead, it seemed as though his attention was focused somewhere in the distance. This did not sit well with the blonde Slytherin. 'No, he needs to have his full attention on the task at hand.' Draco thought to himself. He thought about saying something, but that particular thought was squashed the moment he had thought it. The silencing ward, how in the bloody-hell am I supposed to get his attention and tell him to focus on his spell casting if I can't get through to him?' And just as he was about to wave his arms in attempt to get Harry's attention on him, a swirl of white and silver lights descended around him almost completely cutting his view of him off.

"Oh this is just not fair…" Draco said to himself as he became slightly more worried than he was before. The worry must have been showing on his face more than he thought because he was sure he had just seen Harry mouth something to him. "The silencing ward is still up Potter" Draco yelled out. "Oh who am I kidding, he can't hear me." But as soon as the words had left his mouth he began to doubt what he had just said because he was sure that he had just seen Harry smile widely at him just as the silver and white lights began to pick up speed.

It was in this moment, when the speed of the lights seemed to peak, that Draco made a decision. A decision that he knew he would come to regret later. Draco lunged towards Harry, hitting him so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. As he struggled to gain another breath the darkness, that had seemed to be at a distance, claimed him, but not before felt the pain that came from his head slamming into the cold stone ground.

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Tessa pulled her coat closer to her as she stepped out into the alley to take out the trash. It was a cold morning and she was having yet another unpleasant morning. She had been working at the same job for three years now and when she had heard about the assistant management position, she quickly let her boss know that she was interested. It had been about a month since she had filled out the necessary applications and was beginning to think that they had decided to not hire anyone for the position at all. So imagine her surprise when her boss had pulled her into his office and told her that he was promoting her to assistant manager. Needless to say she was ecstatic. However, that joy she had felt was quickly squashed after the first three weeks of having to get up early and let the other employees in so that they could set up for the day. It wasn't the having to get up early part that bugged her, no, she had been used to getting up early to go running and so it wasn't that that got to her, it were the ungrateful and unhelpful employees that she over. They had apparently taken it upon themselves to make her life as horrible as possible and to get her in trouble as often as they could.

She gave another sigh as she tossed the trash into the over-sized dumpster that sat not too far from the back door to the restaurant she worked at. After shutting the lid to the dumpster she sat down on an old pickle bucket that had been made into a makeshift stool for those who came outback for their smoke breaks. Tessa herself didn't smoke, but sitting here had become one of her favorite morning rituals that allowed her to escape the crazy that had become her life. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she caught site of an orange cat making its way to the backside of the dumpster. She smiled as she thought about the first time that she had seen this cat.

She was pulled from her silent musings when an echoing 'Bang' filled the quiet alley. The orange cat that she had been thinking about shot out from behind the dumpster, running as fast as it could. If Tessa didn't know any better, she would have hazard a guess that the reason for the cats quick departure was due to the loud bang that she had heard and that it had originated from right where the cat had just been.

Tessa was a smart girl and knew that there were some things that were better left alone, and though it was against her better judgment, Tessa got up from the pickle bucket and made her way over to the dumpster. Just as she was about to look behind the dumpster she stopped and asked herself if she really should go looking for trouble. But as her grandfather would say "You are sometimes too curious for your own good sweetheart". So, mustering up all the courage she had, she took the final few steps and peered around the backside of the dumpster and let out a small gasp at what she saw.

There, lying unconscious, were two boys that looked as though they were in their late teens. Although knowing that she should go get help, she decided that she would try to wake at least one of the boys up to get some generic information that could be used when she called the paramedics. Kneeling down to the closest boy she gently began to shake his shoulder. Though she knew better than to do this, as it might end up making whatever was wrong with the boy worse, she didn't know what else to do.

"Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?" she said to the raven-haired boy. Then without warning, the young teen shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide and gasping for breath.

After a giving a startled scream, Tess fell backwards and landed with a thud. "Omigosh, are you alright? Does anything hurt? I thought you were…you were totally out of it, do you need me to call 9-1-1?" Despite having the pants scared off her, she went into full interrogation mode seeing if there was anything that she could do for him.

Harry's hands flew to his head and pushed on either side so as to stop the pounding. "Ow"

"You just hit your head against a dumpster and cement ground, what did you expect?"

Harry, his head still pounding, looked for the source of the voice he had heard, "Where…where am I?"

"You're in the alley behind where I work, although if you want to be specific you are behind the dumpster that is in the alley behind my work."

Harry gave a slight smile and braced himself as he made to stand up, but it seemed as though his body had other ideas and he promptly fell back down into a sitting position. "I wouldn't try to move if I were you, you took a pretty nasty fall. Hang tight for a moment and I will be right back." Tessa said as she began to stand.

"Thank you very much…"

"Tessa, my name is Tessa."

"Tessa, thank you but that won't be necessary. I am perfectly fine and really need to get going, so if you could help me up that would be great." Harry said, making yet another attempt to get into a standing position.

"Are you crazy? You more than likely have a concussion and will need to have a doctor look you over. You're just lucky that I was here to find you." Tessa exclaimed. "Just give me a minute and I am sure that the Ambulance will be here shortly." She was almost to the back door or her work when she thought that she heard the young teen mumble something, and when she turned around the last thing she remembered seeing was the young man raise his hands to her and then he was gone, leaving a very confused girl alone in the alley.

"Tessa Hammond, you've had more than enough time to take out the trash, now get yourself back in here before I regret making you my assistant manager." A stern sounding voice called out.

Tessa just stood there, choosing to not answer her boss's threat. Instead she was trying to figure out what had just happened. She was pretty sure that there had been a boy, no, two boys, that had been lying not feet from her that had been unconscious and in need of medical attention. "Tessa, did you hear me?" Her boss called out again, frustration clearly evident in his voice.

"I'll be there in a moment." Tessa called back.

"Make it quick."

Tessa gave a sigh as she heard the back door close and turned back to face the vacant spot behind the dumpster. Had she been so desperate for something to take her mind off her work that she had somehow come up with a massive scenario for her to play out? With a shake of her head she turned around to head back inside though as she did something shiny caught her eye. There on the ground glinting in the rising suns light was a silver ring with black vines etched into its surface.

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He was in pain. That was the only way Harry could describe feeling at this exact moment and because the pain he was feeling was so great he could do nothing other than lay there, unmoving. The last thing he remembered was casting the spell that had taken him over a week to come up with. Why did it hurt so much to be pulled away from the school? Did I perform the spell wrong? And why am I in so much pain? These were only a few of the thoughts going through his head as he lay on the ground unable to move.

'Pain is the minds reaction to being hurt. If you can find a way to separate the part of your mind that is telling yourself that you are in pain, the greater off you will be' A voice, that sounded oddly familiar to Harry, echoed throughout his head. Only after thinking about what the voice had said to him did Harry realize that the "voice" was in fact a memory of a day this past summer when his Aunt Phoebe had been trying to teach him how to fight through pain. 'If it was one thing that I learned from when I was dating and training with Cole, it was that your attacker is not going wait for you to feel better or wait for whatever injury you may have to heal before attacking you again'

'I thought that you said you never learned anything from him? At least, that is what you have always told me.'

'Harry,' Phoebe said with a sigh, 'There was a time in my life that Cole was the love of my life and nothing meant more to me than he did and I would be lying if I said that I wished that I had never met him, but the truth is that I would not be the person I am today had he not been a part of my life.'

'So you still love him?'

'A part of me will always cherish what Cole and I had, but I have learned and grown a lot since then, which brings me back to my earlier point; If you can find a way to separate the part of your mind that is telling yourself that you are in pain…'

'Then the greater off you will be' Harry said to himself as he began to go through the techniques to clear his mind of everything, just like Phoebe had shown him. It didn't seem to be working at first, but the further along he got in clearing his mind, the clearer everything outside of it became. Other than in his training, Harry had yet to put this technique to use in an actual setting so he was mildly surprised that once some of the pain began to fade he was able to hear someone calling out to him. It wasn't loud or that distinct, but he was able to hear something and for him, that was a great accomplishment. Now he would just have to remember to tell his aunt that he had put this to use, 'But on second thought, that will make her want to step up that area of my training…'

Pushing those thoughts aside, Harry was able to successfully clear his mind of everything and was now able to completely focus on what was being said to him. "Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

'Yes I can hear you, there is no need to shout' Harry said inwardly. 'Now, if I could just get enough energy to…' and with a thought, Harry shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide and gasping for breath. Even though he had cleared his mind and knew that there was someone else with him, he was only vaguely aware that his sitting up so suddenly had scared whomever it was that had been trying to help him.

"Omigosh, are you alright? Does anything hurt? I thought you were…you were totally out of it, do you need me to call 9-1-1?"

In a desperate effort to stop the pain, Harry raised his hands to his head and pushed on either side of it. "Ow" Harry groaned.

"You just hit your head against a dumpster and cement ground, what did you expect?"

Harry, his head still pounding, looked for the source of the voice he had heard, "Where…where am I?"

"You're in the alley behind where I work, although if you want to be specific you are behind the dumpster that is in the alley behind my work."

Harry gave a slight smile and braced himself as he made to stand up, but it seemed as though his body had other ideas and he promptly fell back down into a sitting position. "I wouldn't try to move if I were you, you took a pretty nasty fall. Hang tight for a moment and I will be right back."

"Thank you very much…"

"Tessa, my name is Tessa."

"Tessa, thank you but that won't be necessary. I am perfectly fine and really need to get going, so if you could help me up that would be great." Harry said, making yet another attempt to get into a standing position.

"Are you crazy? You more than likely have a concussion and will need to have a doctor look you over. You're just lucky that I was here to find you." Tessa exclaimed. "Just give me a minute and I am sure that the Ambulance will be here shortly."

Harry sighed as he watched the girl, who had helped him, turn around and head into the direction of, what he could only guess was where she worked. "I don't have time for this." Harry mumbled, but apparently he hadn't done so quietly enough because Tessa had begun to turn around. In the moment that the she had began to turn around Harry had begun a movement of his own and with a quick gesture of his hands the girl, Tessa, froze where she stood.

"I am really sorry for doing that." Harry said looking sadly at the frozen for of the girl who had only tried to help him. It was then that another wave of pain, however minor, hit him causing him to waiver slightly where he stood. Only after taking a moment to clear his mind and separate the pain from his body did he begin to take in his surroundings so that he could determine where the spell had taken him. Just as he was about to walk to the alleys exit something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. There, lying on the ground, just as unconscious as he had been, was the prone form of one, Draco Malfoy.

Harry groaned as he took in the site of the unconscious Slytherin. 'Stupid Malfoy, why did you…?' And suddenly Harry was hit by an onslaught of things that seemed to bring everything, from him being pulled from Hogwarts so forcefully to him being unconscious when he got here, together. 'It was Malfoy! That is the only explanation!

Harry didn't know how long he stood there trying to figure what he was going to do with his hitchhiker, but what he did know what that he was going to have to do something soon. His power to freeze people was still developing and like his moms had been when she first got her power, it would soon wear off and if he didn't figure something out soon, there would be one more person to deal with and he really didn't have the time for that. So making a split second decision he did the only thing he could think of and knelt down next to Draco, put a hand on his shoulder and swiftly orbed them away to a place that he knew they would be safe. What Harry didn't realize, as he was orbing away, was that he had somehow dropped Draco's mothers' wedding band.

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"Mrs. Winterbourne, Mrs. Winterbourne…!"

"Mr. Jones, you would do well to remember that running in the halls is not allowed. I will have to give you a demerit for this."

"But Mrs. Winterbourne…"

"And not only were you running in the halls, but you should also be in class so that will have to be another demerit."

"Oh come on Mrs. Winterbourne, be fair."

"Life is not fair Mr. Jones…"

"I was only running and not in my class because Mr. Stone asked me to find you."

"What?"

"Mr. Stone told me to find you and ask that you go to the library as soon as you could."

"Well consider me asked, now get on to class."

"Mrs. Winterbourne, please."

"Consider the demerits revoked; now get to class Mr. Jones." said Mrs. Winterbourne as she turned from the young teen and headed off down the long, marble hall to the library. When she arrived she saw her fellow colleague, Mr. Stone, talking to a young man whose black hair was standing up in all directions.

"Ah, Mrs. Winterbourne, it seems our good Mr. Jones was able to locate you after all, good of you to join us."

With a simple nod Mrs. Winterbourne stepped closer to the two men, "Yes he did, though I must admit I am curious as to why you asked for me to meet you here, it isn't time for our lunch meeting yet."

"No my dear woman, it isn't, however, it is time for you to meet and, well, I shall let him tell you. "

"Mr. Stone, where are you going?" Mrs. Winterbourne called out to her friend, who, was walking towards the large double doors that led out of the library.

"I have some papers that need a good looking over before my next class. I shall see you at lunch my dear." Mr. Stone explained with a smile and just as he was about to leave the room he turned around. "Oh and young man,"

"Yes sir?" Harry asked, turning his attention to Mr. Stone.

"I won't forget this."

"No sir, I suppose you won't."

"You will owe me."

"Yes sir, I suppose I will." Harry said with a knowing smile as he watched Professor Stone walk out of the library with a noticeable bounce in his step. Then, turning his attention back to the woman standing in front of him he said "I am sorry for pulling you away from what you were doing Mrs. Winterbourne. Had I known you were busy I would have just asked Mr. Stone."

"It's alright Mr.…"

"Potter, my name is Harry Potter." He said shaking the young professor's hand.

"Well Mr. Potter, like I said, it's alright, besides I was merely on my way to my office to finish some progress reports. What can I do for you?"

"Well I was actually in need of a small favor."

Mrs. Winterbourne just stared at the young man in front of her. She had been called to the library to meet a young man who was in need of a favor. "I am sorry young man, but you wanted me here so that you could ask me for a favor?"

"Well, I have some things that I need to do and I was hoping that I could ask you to watch over a…friend of mine." Harry said, gesturing to the couch beside them.

For the first time, since entering the room, Mrs. Winterbourne noticed someone asleep on the couch. "You want me to babysit?"

"Only for a little while, besides, if you can do this for me I would be more than willing to watch your little one or rather once said little one is born."

Whatever Mrs. Winterbourne had expected the young man to say, it had not been that. She had only found out the good, no, great news a few days ago and not even her husband knew that they were expecting yet. "How did you know that? I haven't told…wait, you're a psychic aren't you. You looked into my future to find something that you could use to get me to do what you want."

"Well you got part of it right, although, I do need to point out that I asked you for a favor and I am not going to make you do anything you don't want to."

"Then why try to blackmail me?"

"Okay, one, I wasn't trying to blackmail you, I was simply asking for a favor. And two, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't already willing to babysit for you when the time came if I hadn't already done so."

"What you said just made no sense and just so that we are clear, Mr. Potter, using information regarding another to get what you want is blackmail." Mrs. Winterbourne stated. "And I shall again reiterate what I said about you being a psychic. You looked into my future to find something to use against me in effort to get what you want."

"Mrs. Winterbourne," Harry said with a small sigh as he stepped closer to the woman in front of him. "I am extending the same courtesy that you offered, excuse me, will offer my mom when she has my younger brother." When Harry saw that he had gotten her attention he continued.

"Now I am only going to be gone for about an hour and I just need to make sure that my friend stays safe while I do what I need to."

Mrs. Winterbourne was not a vain woman; she did not care an ounce about how she appeared to the others around her. She was about 5'8", with light, curly brown hair and dark green eyes that went well with her black robes. She almost never wore any sort of makeup, as it irritated her skin and the only thing she ever did to her hair in the mornings was let it air dry. In short, Mrs. Winterbourne was a very simple person. Now while she may not have cared much about her outward appearance, she did pride herself on one thing and that was her mind. She was a very smart person and usually figured out an answer to a problem in no time flat. So needless to say that she was very frustrated in herself when she couldn't figure out the enigma, which was Harry Potter, standing right in front of her. "Who are you?" She asked curiously.

"As I said, my name is Harry…"

"Potter, I know this, but what I want to know is who you are because if you aren't really a psychic then…" and then it clicked. "You're from the future, mine specifically, or you somehow know me in the future."

"Yes, to all three, but if you want to be technical it's my future, although it is your future too so…man, dad was right, the specifics of time travel really do suck."

"So, you're from the future?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How far into the future are you from?"

"That I cannot tell you…"

"What, why can't you?" Harry just shook his head at her question.

"If you really are from the future, won't telling me all of this change the future for me? I mean, why tell me any of this at all?"

"I am telling you all of this because I need you to trust me Mrs. Winterbourne." Harry said hopefully. "And as to this information changing the future, I highly doubt that anything will change."

"But how can you be sure?"

"Well for starters…you"

"What do mean me?"

"In my time, before your third child was born, you came to me one day and simply said that I owed you and that I was going to watch Alice while your husband and you spent some much needed time together."

"Alice? That was…"

"Your grandmothers name, yes."

"What is she like, Alice I mean?"

"She has your smarts and 's resourcefulness; well that and she inherited both you and your husband's powers."

"Oh my, she is going to be a handful." Mrs. Winterbourne said, paling slightly.

"Don't I know it; you should see some of the trouble she gets into." laughed Harry. "But we're getting off track here, so anyway…

"Can you tell me anything else?"

"As much as I would love to, I can't. I have only told you what you will need to know so that you can use it later when the time comes. All of the other information will be erased from your mind when I get back to my own time."

"All of the other information?"

"When the spell that I cast is complete, I will return to my own time and everything that I have told you, which won't be needed, like knowing what powers Alice will have, that kind of stuff, will be erased from your memory."

"Ah, I see" Mrs. Winterbourne said with a smile. "And how will I know when to find you Mr. Potter?"

"Does this mean you're going to watch my friend while I'm gone?" Harry asked, ignoring the question that was asked of him.

"I suppose it does. Yes, I will watch your friend while you are gone."

Harry smiled widely, "Thank you so much, I won't be gone too long. Just long enough to check on some things and then I will be back and out of your hair."

"See that you are not gone too long please, I do have class to teach later."

"Yes ma'am."

"One more thing, before you leave Mr. Potter."

"Yes ma'am?"

"How will I know when to find and tell you that you will be my babysitter?"

"Ah, about that," Harry said carefully, "You won't need to find me; my mom and dad will actually bring me to you."

"And why would they bring you to me?"

"To train me in my power of course; who else do you think that my dad would trust enough to train me in astral projection?"

"So you can astral project?"

"Yes, I can do that…and so much more." Harry said with a smile.

"Just out of curiosity and the need to know who your parents are so I can find my sitter, what are your parent's names?"

Harry's smile became wider, "My dad's name is Leo Wyatt and my mom's name is Piper Halliwell."

"Halliwell, you mean you're the…"

"Son of a charmed one, yes ma'am I am."

"Then that means…"

"Thank you so much for doing me this favor Mrs. Winterbourne, I will be back to pick up my friend as soon as I can. And if you can, make sure he stays out of trouble once he wakes up that would be great! Thanks" Then, with nothing more than a wide smile, Harry orbed out of the library and back to the unknown alley to find out where exactly it was that the spell sent him and his stowaway.

When Harry reappeared in the alley he was not surprised to find it empty, although, if he was to be honest with himself he had been hoping that someone would have been here that would have been able to help him. Since there wasn't, Harry did the only thing he could; he walked out of the alley. He had to squint in the morning light that was peeking over some of the tallest buildings, but what he saw through his squinting made him falter. There standing erect before him was an orange bridge that he had become all too familiar with over the summer; the Golden Gate Bridge.

Squinting forgotten, Harry stared wide eyed at the bridge before him with only one thought flowing through his mind.

'Narcissa Malfoy is in San Francisco?'

"Young man, are you okay?"

Harry jumped at the sudden appearance of a voice. Looking around Harry noticed an elderly man walking towards him. "I said, are you okay?" The elderly man asked again.

After catching his breath and taking a few deep breaths he turned to face the old man. "Yes sir, I am fine, I was just admiring this bridge."

"Ah you're a tourist eh, where're you from?"

"England, well Scotland, well my school is in Scotland and I'm personally from England though I do have family here in the States. I'm actually on holiday right now and I thought that I would go site-seeing while my friend was laid up ill."

"Well, she sure is a beauty isn't she?" The old man said, choosing to ignore Harry's rambling.

"Yes sir, she is." Harry agreed, turning back to face the bridge, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did, but yes, you may."

"It is a weird one…"

"I have heard a lot of questions in my life young man, try me."

Harry sighed, "Would you mind telling me what year it is?"

"You're right, that is a weird one, why would you ask that?"

"I've been practically living under a rock, a hermit I guess you could call me."

"Oh, a…a hermit who, excuse me for saying, goes to school and has friends?"

"Hermits united, we come out once a year to swap stories, its good fun for us hermits, and keeps the blood flowing." Harry replied with a slight smile.

"Oh, I see."

"Would you mind sir, it would greatly help me and my friend."

"Well if you're sure…the year is 1981"

Harry blanched, he had known that he would be taken the past, maybe five or six years, but never had he expected the spell to send him fifteen years into the past. When professor Winterbourne had asked him how far into the future he was from and he had simply shaken his head, it was because in truth he did not know. He supposed that he could have asked her or even professor Stone, but he thought it would be best to find this out once he knew exactly where he was. While one could reach Magic School from relatively anywhere, as long as you were not a warlock, demon or any of the other evils that resided in the underworld, Harry had appeared in that alley for a specific reason and he knew that he had to return there to find out all of the information he needed.

"1981, are you sure?"

"You, who claim to be a hermit, ask me the year and then question the validity of my answer…young man, you are a weird one. Good day" With that said, the old man turned and began to walk away from Harry shaking his head in the process.

Harry couldn't help but smile, but that smile quickly vanished when a numb feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. All of his planning had revolved around him being only a few years in the past, when his target, Narcissa Malfoy, was still alive and he didn't have a hitchhiker to look after. 'I am just going to have to go on with the plan as best as I can, making adjustments when I need to and hoping that Malfoy won't put up too much of a fuss.' It was then that he was reminded that he needed to return to magic school to pick up his hitchhiker. He hadn't forgotten about the blonde boy, he had just become preoccupied by the news he had just received. With a sigh, Harry walked back towards the alley and promptly orbed away.

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Draco groaned as he tried to sit up, but this just proved to be the wrong move as his head began to hurt even worse than before. "Easy young man, you don't want to hurt yourself even more do you?" Draco just groaned in response.

"Here, take this, it will help with the pain." Draco gave the briefest of nods as he took and downed the vial of what appeared to be a pain relieving potion. Usually he wouldn't have taken anything offered to him by a stranger, but thanks to his Godfather he had learned the subtle art that was potion making and knew how to identify almost every potion known to man…or rather, witch and wizard. Draco gave a relieved sigh as he felt the immediate effects of the potion as it slid effortlessly down his throat. He lay there quietly and still, waiting for the effects of the potion to spread and as soon as he felt able he tried once again to sit up.

"Thank you." Draco said softly.

"It is no problem, none what so ever."

Draco gave a faint smile as he looked around the room, "Where am I?"

"You are currently in my office in the west wing of Magic school; however, I am going to have to be leaving momentarily to teach a class, so I have arranged for a colleague of mine to keep watch after you while I am gone."

"Oh okay, wait…what?"

"Never mind that, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel much better now thanks."

"It was no trouble, though I dare say that you hit your head pretty hard there."

"Yea, I guess I did." Draco answered as he rubbed his head. "I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you?"

"Oh, goodness me, please forgive me, my name is professor Winterbourne."

"Well it's nice to meet you Professor…" Draco said with a slight smile, in the distance the ringing of a faint bell could be heard. "What is that?"

Mrs. Winterbourne turned her head slightly, listening to the ringing, and then looked down at her watch. "That would be the sound of third period ending. My colleague should be here…"

"Right about now. You had better get to class my dear lady."

"Ah professor Stone, thank you so much for doing this for me."

"It is no problem my dear, although you had better hurry if you want to beat the mess of students building up in the halls as we speak."

Mrs. Winterbourne nodded as she walked over to her desk, pulling out a few papers and then headed in the direction of the door. "You're correct," then turning back to Draco she said, "I do hope you get to feeling better Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Stone will be taking good care of you until after I get out of class."

"Of course ma'am, thank you again for all you've done." Mrs. Winterbourne nodded as she walked out of the room.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, it looks as though it is just you and I." Professor Stone said with a smile.

"Yea, I guess so. Sir I was wondering…" Draco said trailing off as he got a better look at the man before him and when he did he paled slightly.

"What is it my boy? You're looking a bit gaunt."

But Draco didn't say anything, he was lost in thought. When he finally came around the only coherent thing he was able to say was, "It's you…"

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The moment Harry appeared in the magic schools library he set off in the direction of Mrs. Winterbournes office so that he could get Malfoy. He stopped mid-step when he saw his quarry walking towards him, however, not in the presence of whom he was expecting. He watched silently as Draco and professor Stone conversed in hushed tones, gesturing back and forth every now and then. Just as Harry started forward again both Draco and Professor Stone looked up at him. "Ah, it's nice of you to join us Mr. Potter." said Professor Stone with a knowing smirk.

Harry smiled slightly at the professor, but chose not to comment. Instead he looked towards Draco, "Are you ready to go Malfoy, we have long day ahead of us."

"Geez, not one for pleasantries are you Potter." Draco stated.

"When the situation calls for, yes, but now we need to head out before we lose more time." Harry replied. "I'm sorry professor, but Draco and I need to head out."

"It is quite alright Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy and I were just having a nice chat."

"Oh."

"Yes Potter, I have been known to hold a civil conversation every once in a while."

"I know you can Malfoy, I was simply wondering what you were talking about."

"That, unfortunately Mr. Potter, falls under professor/ student confidentiality. You of all people should know that, or is that not what you asked me when we spoke earlier?"

"I'm sorry sir, you're right." Then turning to Draco he said, "If you are ready Malfoy, we really need to head out."

Draco stared at Harry for a moment, choosing not to say anything, but then turned to professor Stone, "It was a pleasure to meet and talk with you sir. I hope to do so again soon." He said with a smile.

"Likewise Mr. Malfoy, it was a pleasure to meet you." Professor Stone said with a smile. As he turned to leave he looked back to Harry and locked eyes with him for the briefest of moments. "Mr. Potter,"

"Yes sir?"

"You do remember what we spoke about?"

"I do sir, I am also sure you remember what you said sir, correct?"

"I do as well. I hope you and Mr. Malfoy have a very productive rest of your day."

Both boys watched as Professor Stone headed down the long marbled hall and then turn off down a separate hall that led to his office. Neither said anything to the other, they both just stood there in silence. As each waited for the other to say something the bell overhead rang throughout the hall, signaling the end of the period. Soon the halls were filled with many moving bodies all ready to get their next few classes over with so that they could go home. "Well, I guess we should get a move on then huh?"

"What?"

"I said we should probably get going. I mean that's what you said, right?"

Harry looked at Draco for a moment before he acted. "Yea, we should, but first I need to do this." And in one swift movement he brought out his wand and cast the secrecy spell that he had become very adept at.

"What was that Potter." Draco asked as he began to follow Harry, who, had already begun to walk back in the direction of the library.

"What was that Malfoy?"

"I asked you what that spell was, you know, the one you cast on me back there." He asked Harry again catching up to him, matching him step for step.

"The spell I cast on you was to stop you from speaking about anything you may see or hear in the next few hours, although technically, the spell lasts longer than that."

"You cast an unknown spell on me without my permission…"

"It's not unknown; at least to me it's not, so there's no need to worry."

"It is unknown to me and I do not appreciate you casting something on me without asking first."

"Well then," Harry said as he pulled open the library door, "next time I will make sure to get your permission before I go about protecting my secrets."

"Wait, just how long is this spell going to last?" Draco asked, finally registering what Harry had said.

"What are you going on about now?"

"You said that the spell was to keep me from talking about what I learn in the next few hours. Just how long does this spell last?"

"Well, the spell is designed to protect my secrets indefinitely Malfoy, so naturally, anything that you ever learn about me or what I can do, will be safe from…certain people finding out."

"And by certain people you mean…"

Harry stopped and turned on the spot, eyes gleaming with frustration. "I mean Voldemort, Malfoy, and whomever he has under his command." He said in a knowing tone, although he was mildly surprised when Draco didn't flinch at the name of his supposed master. When Draco didn't say anything, Harry continued. "Look, you asked me for a favor and because you decided to come along for the ride there are things that I have to do to ensure my safety as well as yours and if that means that I have to cast a few spells on you, then so be it."

The two boys just stared at each other. Draco wanted to say something and kept attempting to, but everything that came to mind would hinder more than it would help, so he decided to change tactics. "I apologize for my questioning you about that spell you cast on me. I do realize that I asked for your help and I cannot thank you enough, but I would greatly appreciate it if you would at least ask me before you do or cast something on me that I have no idea what it is. If anyone understands the need for secrecy Potter, it's me, trust me."

Harry just looked at Draco and sighed. "You aren't the only one who needs to apologize, I should have asked, you're right. "

"Of course I'm right. I'm a Malfoy." When Draco saw the look that Harry had begun to give him he quickly continued. "So, you have things that you don't want leaked to the Dark Lord. Am I allowed to ask what some of those things are?"

"You can," Harry responded "But that doesn't mean I will tell you."

"But the spell, I thought…"

"There are some things, Malfoy, that you can't just out and out say. There are some things that one just has to be shown."

Draco looked at Harry skeptically, at seeing this Harry smiled. "Look it won't hurt, I swear, but for what I need to do I need you to put a hand on my shoulder."

"Your shoulder…what are you playing at Potter?"

"Just put your hand on my shoulder, it is the only way I am going to be able to get both of us to where we need to go."

Looking unconvinced, Draco stood where he was, not moving a muscle. It was only after a pointed look from Harry did he do what he was asked. As soon as he felt Draco's hand touch his shoulder, Harry began concentrating on their destination. In no time at all a mass of blue and white lights descended around the two boys, one of whom was looking at the lights with unease as he remembered what happened the last time he saw a swirl of lights like these. "Just make sure you don't let go, close your eyes and you will be fine." Harry said with a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Why do I need to close my eyes?" asked Draco, not hesitating a moment to do what he was told.

"Because the way I travel can be a bit disorienting if you don't."

This exchange took all of a couple of seconds before the two boys were whisked away to the destination Harry had chosen.

Once they had arrived, Harry stole a glance to the Malfoy heir and the smirk that had been pulling at the corners of his mouth was now a wide grin. "You can open your eyes now." Harry said simply.

"What…how…how did we get here, I didn't even feel us move?"

"That is just one of the added bonuses of being me."

"Ha! That's rich, come one, what was it you really did to get us here." Draco paused to take in his surroundings. "You brought us to someone's front porch, why?"

"As to your first question, what I did to get us here really is just an added bonus of just being me. But as for your second question, the reason I brought us to this front porch is because I know the person who lives here and if I am going to finish my favor to you then I will need their help." Harry replied just before he knocked four times on the door.

Not a moment after Harry knocked on the door a high pitched scream, followed by an evil sounding giggle, floated down to them from an open window. Harry couldn't help but smile at this.

"Potter, what was that?"

But just as he was about to respond, the front door opened with a creak that, to be heard, one had to be specifically listening for it. "Can I help you?" a voice asked, coming from behind the door.

Smiling even more than before, Harry stepped closer to the open door. "Yes, I was hoping that I could speak to your grandmother?"

A/N: Well there you have it, part 2 of Comes Answers. I hope you liked it. Part 3, the final part of Comes Answers, is almost complete and then it is off to my beta. Part 3 will be the final part in this 'hidden one' escapade that Harry and Draco are on and then we (meaning I) can get back to the main plot. It is all going to go quite fast. Yes, you have heard correctly; after part 3 is up and posted we shall be back to the main plot and everything (yes everything) will pick up some serious speed. There may be some among you who will not like how fast everything will go. Anyway, enough of my ramblings, thank you so much for reading this latest chapter. Again, I hope you liked it. If you did, and even if you didn't, please let me know via that wonderful little button down here at the bottom of the page that says 'Review'. Thanks All!

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