When Voldemort returns from the dead, the Order of the Phoenix makes drastic measures to ensure the lives of the Potter family. So, with Albus Dumbledore's guidance, they summon a hero from across the multiverse to save them. They weren't expecting a foul mouthed, Dark Lord slaying, monster befriending wizard to be revealed and they definitely didn't expect it to be little Harry Potter, murdered by Lord Voldemort on that dreadful Halloween night all those years ago.

WARNINGS: Good! Peter; Good! Riddle; Evil! Malfoys

Chapter Seven: Hogwarts

Taking a seat with his fellow professor's in the Great Hall was a weird feeling, Harry mused. The view felt weird. The company (sandwiched between chatty Dolly Umbridge and cheerful Headmaster Dumbledore) felt weird. Even the food seemed odd to Harry. He never expected to ever sit at this table or, Merlin forbid, return back to Hogwarts.

The sorting ceremony was swift and Harry didn't recognize any of the new firsties. Dumbledore's speech was longer than the ceremony. After the usual spiel about avoiding the Forbidden Forest (that means you, Fred and George) and the banned items in Filch's office, he turned his attention to the brand new teachers. All of the new professors received applause, although Harry (who the students had never heard of) and Dolly (who the students had heard too much about) received a much more muted applause.

It didn't seem to bother Dolly, if her talkative nature seemed to show. She was chatting brightly to McGonagall who seemed both surprised and pleased by her cheerful nature. It was a completely different Hogwarts than what Harry remembered.

His eyes slid over the students, recognizing some and not recognizing others. All his siblings were in Gryffindor except for Albert who was a Ravenclaw. Eileen Prince and Clarissa Prewitt were in Slytherin (although that didn't surprise Harry). Melody Pettigrew was a proud Hufflepuff, happily talking to her friends at the table. It was all very strange.

Seated far from Clarissa was Draco Malfoy. Several students he recognized were by him including his loyal bodyguards, Goyle and Crabbe, as well as Pansy Parkinson, Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini. The Greengrasses, per usual, were neutral and so they sat together in the middle of the table.

A subtle war, Harry mused. He couldn't see the pocket watch horcrux but he truly didn't think that Malfoy would be stupid enough to bring a dark object out near Albus Dumbledore.

Draco pulled a golden pocket watch from his side and checked the time leisurely.

Never mind, Harry thought with a sigh, he is dumb enough to do that. He glanced at Albus and saw the old wizard was eyeing the watch with a grim look.

Hopefully, he thought as Albus rose to give his final speech of the night and the children were hustled off to bed, that his first class would go alright. After all, when did classes with Slytherin and Gryffindor ever go poorly?

The corridor was quiet, the sounds of snoring portraits and drifting ghosts the only companion to the young student. He walked silently as he snuck. Most other students were in bed and his day-to-day companions were no different. Slytherin house was the only house that truly knew what was happening outside the walls of Hogwarts and Draco Abraxus Malfoy was a king for those happenings.

There were few that were kept from the truth. Clarissa Prewitt and Eileen Prince, for one. Prewitt was the hard headed, although gifted, witch with far too many connections to Albus Dumbledore and Eileen Prince's father had snubbed the Malfoy line one too many times to be included in the Dark.

Draco's lips pursed coolly as he found himself in front of a door. This particular door moved around Hogwarts and had been his grandfather's secret many years ago. When he slipped in, he could only stare at the dusty old cabinet that awaited him.

Draco lifted his pocket watch, a "loving" gift from Grandfather, and stared at the writhing Abraxan on the golden item.

"I'm coming, Grandfather," He whispered mournfully. Locking the door behind him with an illegal and dark locking spell, Draco plunged into the darkness and found himself in a very familiar place on the other side. Home.

Malfoy Manor was beautiful and glorious made of white stone and glass and that was caked in deliciously dark magic. How many days had Draco run around this manor with his beloved family, laughing and playing gaily? Too many, Draco thought darkly. In his youth, he had never expected what darkness could await him.

He strode through the Manor and ignored the witches and wizards that occupied it for now. They jumped from his path, watching him with open mouths and wide eyes. To him, he was just another dark god. Just like his grandfather, the infamous and cruel Lord Voldemort.

When he reached the doors of the Inner Sanctum, he threw them open and walked in with an arrogant step in his stride. His grandfather's inner circle avoided his eyes and waited until he was settled to his grandfather's right side with his Auntie Bella sitting across from him.

"My dear grandson, you have arrived." Abraxas Malfoy, or Lord Voldemort as the public knew him, said with a warm smile that he only kept for Draco himself and Abraxus' dearly departed wife, Lady Hedonia Malfoy.

"My apologies for my tardiness, Grandfather," Draco said respectfully. "The old goat ended the Welcoming Feast later than usual. He has introduced new classes and professors to Hogwarts and it took longer to introduce them all."

"Oh, I have heard." Abraxus said, his smile slipping. "Hadrian Potter is one of many, correct?"

"Yes, Grandfather," Draco said with a frown. The new professor (of Duelling no less!) was a typical Potter boy. There was a sense of arrogance in his body language and he had the Potter hair and dreadful eyesight. "I have signed up for his class as you requested, as well as Professor Dumbledore's class as well. I will learn what I can for you."

"Oh, Draco," Abraxas sighed. "You're a good boy, a proper son of a noble family. If only your father could be anything like you."

Draco's eyes drifted to his father. Lucius Malfoy was sitting the farthest away, next to his dear mother. The blonde man had a tight jaw and lowered eyes. He had always been Abraxas' least favorite even before Draco had been born. And Draco had always been Abraxas' favorite, from the moment he came screaming into the world.

It worked in Draco's favor and that's all he cared about.

"I live to serve our family, Grandfather." Draco said pompously. "I intend to be a top student this year, no matter the cost."

"As you should." Abraxas nodded. "I know it has been difficult with that filthy, magic stealing mudblood in the way but fret not, I have plans for her."

"Plans, Grandfather?" Draco asked.

"She is a dear friend to the Potters and Weasleys who have always been great allies to the Dumbledore family. We will strike her family and eventually, we will strike her." Abraxas said calmly. "Worry not, Grandson, when the time comes it will be you to end her life. This is the gift I give to you."

"Thank you, Grandfather." Draco said. "You are kind to me."

"I try," Abraxas said with a charming smile. "You remind me much of dear Hedonia, Draco. She would be pleased with you." He glanced across the table. "Other matters I think. My idiot son, tell me of the board."

The meeting continued and Draco's stomach couldn't stop churning. Of course, he would kill the mudblood. He would have to. Bringing death to the unworthies was his birthright, after all. His birthright.

A/N: Oh my word, I am so sorry about the delay. I've had a busy month or so. Work has been pretty crazy, I just moved into a new house and I got a crazy new puppy. Hopefully my updates will get a little more regular now! Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to review, follow and favorite!

lord of the east: This story has been a lot of fun to write! Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter.

Gryffindorforever4242: Thank you for the kind words! I hope you liked this chapter too!

mir19: She certainly isn't the evil toad that everyone remembers! I'm enjoying this version of Umbridge too. She's a lot of fun to write.

sunsethill: I am. Absolutely. That's the fun of the multiverse, isn't it?