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    A man is dead at Draco Malfoy's hands, and the consequences will reverberate for Sirius, for Harry, for the wizarding world entire, and, most of all, for Voldemort. It is not so easy, though, to forsake his parents and his old friends in Slytherin, as he is forced to choose what he will become and who he will leave behind. The only certainty left to Draco is his own power, which is becoming stronger and stranger and more and more dangerous.

    Almost as dangerous as how much he loves Harry Potter.

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    10 Feb 2026

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    "Yes, you have once again managed to beat up our fifteen-year-old ward, I'm so impressed," Remus deadpanned,

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    "Draco," Remus reminded him for the fiftieth time, "You know we're trying to wane you off the dark magic, sweetheart," and Draco made his most innocent, helpless face at him.

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    Harry was forbidden from spending the night with Draco, though he did end up coming up more nights before the trial, after nightmares. He seemed instinctively to seek out Draco, who generally had nothing more constructive to provide than making fun of him.

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    Harry had been smart to secure the promise before dropping the name. Some Slytherin in that one after all.

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    Draco felt his hair swing into Harry's face and rather smother it, but Harry didn't seem bothered.

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    Harry stared with interest as they went through the Auror cubicles. Father had used to threaten Draco with signing him up to become an Auror if he was too badly-behaved. He hadn't been able to imagine anything more undignified than running around as a common member of law enforcement.

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    Draco confined himself to a quick hug and whisper of "Bloody hell Luna it's you my favorite cousin I missed you so much wah Luna it's Luna" before he pulled her beside him, holding her hand on top of the table.

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    "Longbottom, you are dangerously close to losing your position as my favorite Gryffindor!"

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    He snorted out loud when Umbridge dropped the line, "Progress for progress's sake must be discouraged." She was less subtle than Father when it came to these things. She might as well have rented one of those neon Muggle signs to hang flashing over her head reading FASCISM FOR FUN AND PROFIT.

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    Draco dealt with the impending prospect of a Black Quill in the way best suited to his strengths: he cursed it.

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    "Which Greengrass?" Harry began to demand, incensed, while Draco marveled that Harry knew there were two of them. "Daphne or Astoria?"
    "You know their names?" Draco drawled. "Even the third-year one? Why, Harry, you are quite the connoisseur of Slytherins, aren't you?"

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    Neville laughed nervously before seeming to realize Draco meant it. Then, in an unexpected shock of warmth, Draco felt Neville's arm go around his shoulder. "You should," said Neville softly. "We need you, you know. I need you. All of us do. Harry most of all."
    "Because I have this fucking wand?" Draco snapped, looking up glaring. But his temper didn't make the skittish Neville pull back for once.
    "No," Neville said, with a very Gryffindorish faith in his eyes. "Because you're the one who makes us feel brave."

    *

    So their friend group split in two with predictable results. Draco got Luna and Hermione, and Harry got Ron and Neville, in an incredibly uneven distribution of brainpower.

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    "I love it," Harry said, "I love it so much, I can always find you in any room by this hair," fingers combing greedily through. "And I- I always wanna touch it. Can I pull it again?"
    "Yeah," Draco said softly. "Yeah, you can. Like the first time you kissed me..."

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    "You're not my enemy. You'll never be my enemy. And I'd walk through that fire again for you that proves it. Like I did before."

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    No one had ever kissed Draco like Harry did, like he was casting Legilimens with it and trying to force his way into Draco's head.

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    It was appalling selfishness, but it was hard to feel too bad about it, when not only he but Harry seemed happier than he had ever seen him in either timeline.

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    "I think," Draco said, clutching onto Luna's hand, "That I need to sit down."
    "Draco?" Luna asked anxiously. "Draco, what's wrong? Is it Harry? Should I send him away? Should I curse him for you?"

    *

    "Okay," Draco said, "Here are my demands to ensure a happy, healthy, congenial environment as dormmates where no one feels unloved or gets the Cruciatus curse cast on them in their sleep. One, none of you ever, ever lay hands or spells on any of my people again. That means Luna, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville. Those five. Anyone else, fair game. Though I'll be pissed if you kill the Weasley twins. Ginny Weasley, have at her, go crazy-"

    *

    "Shut up," Harry groaned. "Why wouldn't I be possessive of you..." Draco tangled their tongues together, trying to breathe through his nose even as he got lightheaded. "You're so hard to hold onto," Harry gasped, and kept kissing him as if that could change it.

    *

    It made Draco melt, the casual presumptuousness in that gesture, like it was up to him to decide about how Draco's hair should be, whether he wanted it free to hold in his hands.

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    "Why have you decided to take them all?"
    "Keeps me busy. Makes Hermione happy," Draco muttered, which did not look an answer she'd been expecting.

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    Whatever Draco does in the past, it seems he is unable to change much for the better. But he hasn't given up trying, and in the year where Voldemort rises again, he will stop at nothing to ensure he prevents it, leading him down a dangerous path. Standing in his way is not only the force of evil and the force of destiny, but the force of his own indecision, as he finds he can no longer share his secrets with his godfather, nor can he protect his beloved cousin Luna- and nor can he keep his feelings for Harry a secret any longer either. For better or for worse, the reckoning has come.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    "I can't believe you did this," Draco said wide-eyed, "You really are the best-"
    "Don't say it-"
    "The best godfather-" 
    "Don't say it-"
    "The best godfather that ever-"
    "I sent Aurors after you," Severus reminded him, and Draco just jumped up and down a bit at that, he was so ecstatically happy.
    "I needed the dueling experience!" he shouted rapturously.

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    "You think I'm better-looking than Ron?" Potter asked, which, okay, not supposed to be the take-away there. Draco looked him dead in the eye, and did what he did when Potter was being an absolute blockhead, pushing aside the hair on his forehead and poking at his scar. When he was really mad at him, he did it with his wand. But Potter wasn't being purposefully hurtful, just oblivious, so only his right index it was. Potter, who sometimes seemed to love being scolded, smiled at that, which made the whole gesture counterproductive, and yet Draco did it.

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    "I'll go talk to him," Hermione sighed, and held out her bracelet for him to flick the H charm reassuringly.

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    "Swedish Short-Snout," Charlie concluded at last, "Not just the color, it's a dead ringer, nice," and patted the little jeweled head, tugging at each of its little horns playfully before letting it go. "A little dragon for a little dragon, huh?"
    "Only Hagrid calls me that," Draco laughed, while Potter cleared his throat.

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    She began to sob, unrestrained, and Draco had never felt so guilty in his life, not even when he thought his intervention had earned Sirius the Dementor's Kiss. Because if he'd left it alone, this would have been Ginny Weasley and not her. And Ginny back then wouldn't have been half so alone, not just a little girl with an ancient monster- two ancient monsters.

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    "Oh," Hermione said rather shrilly. "No different at all, then!"
    "Harry thinks we can do it and get away with it," Draco reassured her.
    Hermione gave him a severe look. "Harry would believe it if I told him you could dry up the Great Lake and enslave the Giant Squid with a single spell. That doesn't mean you actually could."

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    "It's so great that you hate Cedric now," Harry said happily, and raked his hand back through his hair, before looking between himself, Draco, and the water with a gulp.

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    "It's blood magic," Draco reminded her. "Dark, dangerous blood magic that I'm totally unqualified for-"
    "Don't say that, Draco," Luna said serenely. "You're the person most qualified to do blood magic that I know."

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    "Frankenstein! I'm going to be expelled because you trusted Moaning Myrtle!" Hermione shrieked right in his ear. Draco tried to convey with his eyes that he was ready, willing, and able to Obliviate, if not more drastic action.

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    "So what," Harry breathed, standing obediently for Draco to fuss with him. "It's your job, then? To put me in my place?"
    "It's only fair, Harry," Draco laughed, tilting his head and giving him a teasing smirk as he smoothed the tie down. "You're always putting me in mine."

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    And when Draco's charm woke him at six that morning, he had the invisibility cloak in his possession as well. He'd asked for it from Harry before bed that night, and he'd gone right up and down from Gryffindor Tower and handed it over to Draco. Without even asking for a reason.

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    "He was like this for the First Task, you know," Hermione said with a fond sigh. "He just hid his face in my hair and wouldn't look up until we said it was over. It's almost lucky he was unconscious for the second one."

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    "It's not on you," Harry told him, touching Draco's cheek and guiding his face up to his. "Draco, you've done everything you can to help me get ready. You all have." He turned to face the four of them, his faithful if not entirely forthcoming friends, and gave a brave smile, his earlier nerves looking washed away. "How could I not be fine when I've had all of you behind me?" His hand stayed on Draco's cheek, stroking over it. Draco pressed his face shudderingly against Harry's palm, burying it there, just trying to breathe.
    "Take care of Draco," was the last thing Harry said to any of them, laughing as he pushed Draco into Hermione's arms, before the call came for the champions to head towards the maze. Molly Weasley gave him a firm, motherly hug, and they all called out their wishes of luck, before Harry had to turn and leave them behind.

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    "Harry is my friend," Hermione said with a significant look, "And so is Ron, and so is Luna. But you're my best friend. You know that, don't you?" Draco nodded shakily.

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    Draco's hands had gone to his mouth, stricken, but they dropped when Remus added, "But that doesn't mean you have nowhere to go."

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    After going back in time, Draco has tried to follow the path he remembers. But third year brings a new Ravenclaw cousin, a new Boggart, and a newly admiring Harry Potter, along with castle grounds full of Dementors and what they make him remember. With secrets of his mother's family coming to light, and a godfather he understands far less than he ever thought, Draco will discover that the time in which he can remain passive in the new timeline has finally come to a close.

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    04 Feb 2026

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    "I gifted the other copy to the Hermione shrine," Draco told them, and set Hermione in a flustered huff trying to explain to all of them that no, Draco had gotten this all wrong, her parents did not have a shrine to her...

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    Draco put on an appropriately thoughtful expression. "No, you're right, Potter. I only have so much of me to exert. I'd best save my exertions for more... choice endeavors." Draco let his gaze drift over in the direction of the Hufflepuff table, and waved at Diggory when he looked over.
    "Diggory," Potter said through gritted teeth, "Isn't even that good at Seeker-"

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    And Potter retorted, "Oh, Draco, you're wearing the clasp I gave you, it looks nice on you."
    Had ever a man more deserved to be clobbered at Quidditch? It almost made Draco regret the specter of Dementors felling Potter before Draco could do it himself.

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    But he would never betray Hermione. That was his rock, his only cornerstone. They remained on the same side, waiting to hear from Black, and waiting.

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    It wouldn't help future relations between Hermione and Severus to throw Hermione under the bus, and admit she'd been the one to tell Luna. "I only have three humans I trust in this world," Draco said instead. "Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and you, sir. Please don't let me down."

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    "Don't worry," Draco told him placidly, and could not resist the urge to press his face into Potter's shoulder for just a moment, leaving it there before pulling it away in a nonsensical form of reassurance. "If Black's been playing me this whole time and he really is guilty, I'll kill him before you have the chance."
    Potter pulled back and tilted his head, biting his lip as he stared into Draco's eyes, as if searching for answers to unanswerable questions. "Why is it that when you say that, I believe it?"

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    "Who on Earth are you?"
    "Hello, I'm Luna," she said brightly, "And I think you ought to be killed."

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    There had been so many pieces there down in the dungeons. Draco's pounding head could not follow which ones were being sacrificed. "Ron... Luna... You stunned my cousin... You stunned my second-favorite Weasley..."
    "Second-favorite?"
    Draco couldn't even follow what he was saying anymore. "Charlie Weasley was a champion Seeker. And they say he's gay and good-looking..."

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    Draco Malfoy never asked for a second chance, nor did he particularly want one. But he found himself in his old body at eleven, and after a year at Hogwarts, he has a plan for the year before him: keep to himself, find Dobby, improve relations with fellow Slytherins to cordial but distant, get over this stupid obsession with Harry Potter, and no more jokes about controlling a Malfoy mountain troll. No one else thinks they're funny. And no more cursing people- well, only as many people as necessary...

    Draco Malfoy has never been very good at following plans.

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    04 Feb 2026

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    Hermione lay back beside him, and he began to play with the turquoise charms on the bracelet on her wrist. He felt an uncomfortable warmth in his chest at the sensation of comfort beside her, one he had never felt with his peers, even Vince or Greg or Theo. She might, he had come to realize over the course of her visit, be the first and only real friend he had ever had.

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    He was now inside the vanishing cabinet with Potter, perhaps the two things he feared the most in the world that were not currently at Azkaban.

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    If Potter hadn't minded a jealous best friend, he might as well have just taken up Draco's offer of friendship the first time.

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    "What?" Myrtle said sulkily, and Draco leaned back and enjoyed the tableau before him of his two favorite Muggleborns in awkward conversation.

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    Draco wondered if Ron and Potter would prefer being mercy-killed by Draco, rather than being eaten alive by spiders.

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    "What the hell," Draco complained, "It's not like it actually spells Lord Voldemort by itself, it has to be a sentence? It's not even a perfect anagram?"

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    All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter.

    Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.

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    02 Feb 2026

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    Dared he think that the ghost of a smile on Severus's face? "Off with you. And if you make me regret this, you will regret it more."

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    Draco thought forward ruefully to him and Granger's future entanglement. Granger could do better than Weasley in her sleep, but she probably wouldn't.

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    "I know you will want an explanation, for which I can only offer that I caught word of my valuable study partner, Granger- whom I know you find to be an insufferable know-it-all, sir, which she is, but she's also irreplaceable for my studies, because I'm-"
    "Going to be an Unspeakable, yes," Severus finished drolly. "Continue."

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    Longbottom sat with them in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express, bemused by Draco's declaration that he was hands-down his favorite Gryffindor. Ron and Hermione's huffy reactions were quickly upstaged by Potter's sputtering fury. "Now, now, Potter," Draco drawled, smoothing a hand over the snake crest on Potter's chest. "That doesn't include you at the moment, remember. Until tomorrow, you're a Slytherin."