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Don’t Trust Dumbledore ch. 23

Draco POV

It took Draco nearly a week to find an event that happened both in this time and their time. An event he could tie their spell together. Link them through time and hopefully bring him and Potter home. He would have preferred an actual day, he knew that would have been perfect. But he still had no idea if their times were moving in sync or not. So, picking a correct day was damn near impossible unless he wanted to pick one far in the future, but then they would be stuck here. And he didn’t want that. So, he used an eclipse. Two technically. One in their time, the middle of December, and one in their future, the start of October. It left him and Potter, with just over a month here. But it was the closest. He even wrote down 2 others that happened within a few months as a backup.

It had come to him when he was remembering a very excited rant about eclipses happening a few times a year, by Professor Sinistra. After that, all he had to do was remember the dates of the upcoming ones in his time. He sighed and folded the parchment with the dates in half and sealed it. He looked at five already sealed letters sitting in the center of the table. They were already addressed to the people they trusted back home. Two with Severus’s name on them. He quickly added a number three on the one in his hand and dropped it on the pile. There was a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend. Him and Potter had plans to sneak off and go to Gringotts to talk to Grimmhook. With nothing left to do, he left to room of requirements and headed to the Slytherin common room. Maybe he would get some homework done now that he had done all he could towards getting them home. Only when he entered the room, he froze, then he blinked, then shook his head. Because no. No way in hell was he seeing what he thought he was seeing. Severus in his father’s lap. The two pressed close, kissing. He must have made a noise because both older boys stopped and turned to look at him. And yeah, it was his father and Severus. “I…” He turned and ran out of the door. When he hit the staircase leading up and out of the dungeon he halted. Where did he want to go? He could go back to the room of requirements, rewrite his letters, because how the hell had he not know about this? or he could find Potter.

He headed for the library. Because if he went back and rewrote the letters now, he would have said something wrong because he was hurt and angry. Potter was easy to find, hidden away in his usual spot. “P--Evan.” He corrected when he noticed Remus sitting at Potter’s side. “What’s wrong?” Potter asked, moving to stand up. He waved him off and dropped down onto the floor. “I…” Fuck, how did he talk about this with the werewolf present. “Malfoy and S--Prince were making out.” He said knowing he sounded more than a little perturbed. And from the way the wolf's eyes darkened, maybe he sounded disgusted as well. Shit. He didn’t want Potter’s friend thinking he had a problem with two men together. But before he could defend himself Potter, fell over laughing.

Harry’s POV

“Malfoy and S--Prince were making out.” It took a second for it all to make sense. The horrified pale look on the blonde’s face and the words he just said. He tried not to laugh. He really did. But the whole thing was just so fucking strange and wrong, Snape making out with anyone sounded weird but Snape making out with Malfoy’s father, he couldn’t stop the giggle that broke free nor the full-on laughter that followed. “Shut it, Evans.” He heard Malfoy demand, but it did nothing to stop his fit. Nor did Remus giving them both very confused looks. In fact, it probably made it worse. When he finally got ahold of himself Malfoy was sitting on the floor across from him, glaring at him. Remus was giving the blonde a strange look, and Harry felt a little bad for laughing. “What did you do?” He asked. The proud Slytherin blushed, actually blushed, “Ran.” He muttered, and Harry bit his lip, so he didn’t start laughing again. “You know they are going to take that wrong right?” He asked. “I know.” The blonde sighed. “I’m missing something aren’t I?” Remus asked looking between the two of them. Harry looked over at Malfoy. Hoping the other boy would have something. But Malfoy just looked down. “Yeah you are.” He said to Remus. The other Gryffindor tilted his head but didn’t ask any more questions. Harry was grateful. He knew that Remus was brilliant and that even if he didn’t ask any questions, it didn’t mean he wasn’t still trying to figure it out. And while he was a little worried about what the wolf might figure out, he at least didn’t have to lie to him again. “You going to talk to them?” He asked, looking back at Malfoy. The other boy sighed and looked up at him, “I think I’m going to go rewrite a letter for back home.” uh-oh, he thought. Malfoy got up and stomped out of the library. Harry felt bad for him. He knew what it was like to have to people closest to him lie. It hurt. He hoped Malfoy would be okay.

Draco’s POV

Back in the room of requirements, he grabbed his letters to his father and Severu, debated ripping them apart and rewriting something to show his frustration. Instead he dropped his father's back onto the pile, he may not know all the detail about his father’s past or love life, but he knew his mother and father's marriage was arranged and that his parents didn’t get along well. So, he understood a bit, why his father had never mentioned anything. Though Draco was still upset that he hadn’t.

He opened Severus letter and rewrote what he had written, deciding not let his feelings rule him, he added a line about owing him an explanation. His godfather would figure it out. Then he resealed the letter and dropped it. Now he had to go and try and persuade the younger versions that he wasn’t homophobic. He groaned.

Lucius POV

When Luke ran out of the room, he felt Severus heave a sigh, he tried to stop the other boy from slipping off his lap, but Sev wasn’t having it. He sighed, unhappy with the change in mood. Sev didn’t even look at him as he walked up the stairs to their room. When he heard the door slam, he slumped back against the couch. What the hell had that been about? Everyone in their house, knew about them, even Narcissa, could the newest member of their house really not have known? Or worse did he have a problem with it? Most wizarding families couldn’t care, but he knew nothing about how Luke was raised. With his luck the younger kid probably came from one of the families that didn’t believe in same sex couples. He groaned he was going to have to talk to him. If for no other reason, then Sev didn’t deserve to feel ashamed. Lucius wanted to growl, how a mother could be so cruel towards her own son, he didn’t know. But he did know if he ever met the woman, he would hex her. The common room door opened and in walked Luke, looking sheepish. When he saw Lucius, he lowered his head and walked toward him. Lucius instincts went haywire, this other boy was submitting to him. And from the posture it was intentional. This boy knew about him or at least that the Malfoy family was one of the descended families and was showing him respect. “Sorry,” the other boy muttered as he came to stop in front of him, “I don’t care what you and Severus do. It just surprised me.” There was a flutter of his heart that Lucius was only able to hear because his cat was pulled forward. The boy wasn’t lying, but there was something he was hiding. “Why did you run?” He asked, keeping his voice steady. He heard and saw the other boy swallow. “I was surprised.” Again, he heard the flutter. Lucius tilted his head and looked over the other Slytherin. The light blonde-haired boy was avoiding his eyes but now stood straight, only his head was lowered slightly. He leaned in close and took in the other’s scent. Lamassu. He took a step back. That was impossible. Malfoy’s were the only family that carried that creature. “I have homework.” The blonde hurriedly said, his voice wavering as he took off and darted up the stairs. Lucius watched him go, curious. This boy didn’t make sense. He had look horrified earlier when he saw him and Sev. Now he apologized and showed his respect, like he would an elder or family member, but still fled when Lucius got closer. Most curious why did he smell like a Lamassu? Could he be a distant relative? It seemed unlike, his family was meticulous of keeping record of their family members, but maybe somewhere someone got lost. He would have to ask Severus is opinion in the morning.

Remus POV

“What was that about?” He asked after Luke had disappeared.

Evan’s head dropped and replied, “He didn’t know about Malfoy and Prince.”

He snorted, “Everyone knows about them.” Evan looked up and gave him a wide eyed look. Then seemed to collect himself because his surprised disappeared and he shrugged.

“I’m going to go…” Evan said grabbing his stuff and rushing out of the library, barley missing running into James.

Who stopped and gave the boy a strange look. Sirius behind him sighed and pushed James forward. Forcing their friend to walk until they both dropped down on the floor around Remus.

Siri gave no care as he pressed himself against Remus’s right side, in the act of looking at book that lay forgotten in his lap. James sat to his left, looking off towards the door. Evan just vanished through,

“Does Evan smell submissive to you?” His friend asked looking over at him.

“He is.” He said, “And he knows nothing about it.” Both pure bloods looked at him surprised. “He is trying to learn from books and me and his friend Luke have been trying to help, but with no information on which family line his is from, there is only so much we can do.”

“I want to help.” James said, and he smiled at his friend.

“You know i’m in.” Siri added, settling in closer.

When Remus looked over and saw his idiot best friend’s eyes start to close he wiggled his body.

James snorted and Siri whined, “Moooooony, a small nap. I promise.” And because he couldn’t deny his friend anything he stopped moving and picked up his book.

He had just picked up his book, moving his arm over Siri so the other boy could rest comfortably, when James whispered, “Full moon’s tomorrow. What do we do about Evan?”

Remus lowered his book, and looked over at James. He hadn’t told his friends about the conversation he had overheard weeks ago. How both the new kids has somehow known about him. He looked away from James and down at Siri, who’s eyes were closed but Moony could tell he wasn’t asleep.

“He knows.” Siri’s eyes shot open.

“What?” James asked horrified. And he could already see the wheels turning in his friends minds about what to do. It filled him with warmth and just a tad bit of worry. Because they would get into trouble to protect him. He sighed and reached down to run his fingers through Siri’s hair. His friend glared at him but relaxed a little.

“It’s okay.” He said, “They don’t care.”

“They?” both his friends asked.

He nodded. “Him and Luke. I heard them talking about it.” He shook his head, “ I don’t understand how they know, but they didn't seem bothered. In face they joked about it. Kinda like you two.” He looked up at James and gave him a smile. His fingers still running through his other friends dark hair.

“You sure?” James asked, sounding protective. He gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure.”

He could tell they both wanted to protest, trusting someone outside their small group was risky. Something they never did. But when he refused to say anything else, James picked up his supplies and started on some homework. While Siri cuddled closer and fell asleep, pouting when Remus tried to use the hand in his hair. James had chuckled and Remus knew everything was okay.

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nobodyzhuman · 6 years

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Don’t Trust Dumbledore

Part 9 (chap. 6 on AO3)

The next day.

Harry woke up the next morning surprisingly refreshed and comfortable. Not something he was used to giving the nightmare he normally suffers when he sleeps. He was tempted to just relax and fall back asleep, but he noticed that he was also warm and pressed against another warm body.

He sucked in a breath and slowly opened his eyes, he pressed close to Malfoy, his arm over the other’s chest. He tried not to breath as he slowly lifted up his arm and rolled away from his rival.

He let out a breath when Malfoy didn’t move or wake up.

He silently walked across the room, a skill he had mastered from living with the Dursley’s and then had used far too many times at Hogwarts, when he entered the bathroom, he closed the door and leaned against it.

He hadn’t ever slept in the same bed as anyone before, so it hadn’t thought about the possibility of ending up that close. He was just grateful that he woke up first and not Malfoy because no way would the blonde have been okay with that. He would definitely end up sleeping on the floor for the rest of the time they were stuck here.

He took his time going to the bathroom, letting his mind wake up. Then he rinsed his hands and face and left the bathroom. When he sat at the table. He noticed a small roll of parchment in the center and reached out a grabbed it.

It seemed Malfoy had been busy, he had written down a few accounts of people saying they had traveled in time and had even wrote down a few basic spells that were said to manipulate time.

He put the blondes notes back were he found them and picked up a small stack of coins, Malfoy must have left out. He hoped that they were left for him, because before this he hadn’t even see Malfoy’s money. Decided to let Malfoy sleep, he changed and pocketed the money.

He didn’t plan on being gone long, but he still left a small note on another piece of parchment before he left.

He ate breakfast at a small shop, before he went about buy some toiletries they needed for the bathroom. He was on his way back, when a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled and barley caught himself on a wall, it didn’t last long and when it was gone, he felt tired.

He stayed leaning against the wall until he was sure he was alright, then finished heading back to their room.

Malfoy was awake and reading, when he opened the door. The blonde looked up long enough to make sure it was him, then went back to his book.

Harry put his bags in the bathroom and then sat on the edge of the bed. He was debating telling the blonde about his dizzy spell or even asking if Malfoy was having any side effects, when Malfoy stopped reading and looked at him.

“What?” The blonde asked, brow raised and a strange look on his face.

“Huh?” He asked, he didn’t think he said anything out loud.

“I can practically hear your mind working, what is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He mumbled, looking away from the blonde.

There was a snort, “You’re a horrible liar Potter.”

He looked up ready to snap and argue, but slammed his mouth shut. Which caused the smug Slytherin to laugh. “You can’t even deny it.”

Harry groaned.

Then snapped, “You know most people don’t see that as a bad thing.”

“Must people don’t have to reply on it to keep them alive.” Malfoy countered.

He wanted to ask, but the way Malfoy was glaring at him, told him it was not a smart idea.

“So, what’s your plan for money?” He asked, changing the subject.

The blonde relaxed a little, “Family vaults are accessible to those that can prove by magic and blood that they are allowed. I believe if done correctly I can gain access to my family vaults.” He sounded so smug, that Harry wanted to kick him.

“Won’t some notice the missing money?” He asked instead of kicking,

Malfoy actually paused to think it over.

“If don’t remove more then we need it should go unnoticed.” It sounded like Malfoy was speaking more to himself then to Harry, but he nodded his head anyway.

“So, are we are off to Gringotts then?” He asked.

He was tempted to ask if he could stay behind, he was dead tired and wasn’t looking forward to spending more time with Malfoy, but if the Slytherin’s theory was correct, he wanted to try getting money from his own vault, he didn’t want to have to rely on Malfoy for money the whole time they were stuck here.

“Of course.” Malfoy said, then like the day before he was up and moving towards the door, just expected Harry to follow him. He was so very tempted not to move, but the need for money out weighted him messing with the blonde, so he pushed himself off the bed and followed.

It wasn’t until they reached Gringotts that he started feel nervous. If Malfoy’s plan didn’t work they would be in trouble and they might have to seek help from someone in this time. And given that they parents where to young, it would have to be the headmaster, and that thought along made his stomach hurt.

He followed behind Malfoy as the blonde found a open teller.

“We would like to speak to someone in private.” Malfoy said with a slight bow to the goblin behind the counter, Harry felt his brows lift and his mouth open. Did Malfoy really show respect to someone other then a pureblood wizard.

The goblin tilted his head in a slight bow, “One moment.” Then he turned and disappeared behind some large doors.

“Shut your mouth, Potter.” The blonde muttered, without turning around.

He groaned, did Malfoy really know he had been standing there gaping at him or was he telling him not to say anything. Whichever it was, he closed his mouth.

A few seconds later, the goblin that had been behind the counter came out followed by a slightly taller goblin that was well dressed and held a frown in his face.

“My name is Grimmhook, please follow me.” The taller one said, and then lead them into a private room. The room, was larger then Harry had been expecting, at one end it held a large desk, large in width not height. Two chairs in front of it. But at the other end, there was a sitting area, two decent sixed couches facing each other, with a table in the middle. Harry could see a few items scattered across the table, but besides a few bowls he couldn’t really tell what was there.

While he took in the room, Grimmhook took his seat behind the desk and gestured for them to do the same. They moved in sync, as they crossed the room and took their seats.

“Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, what may I assist you with.” He asked, pointedly looking at Malfoy.

They both froze and started at the Goblin, “How did you know our names?” Harry asked. He looked at Malfoy and saw the other teen was tense, probably thinking of a way to get out of the room and bank if needed.

“You will find many spells in Gringotts, one of which identifies bloodlines as they enter. It is to help ensure the safety of our vaults and your items, we are interested with.” Well, he thought, that should make proving who we are easier.

The blonde help himself straight in his chair, “I need to gain access to my family’s vaults.”

The goblin looked, well annoyed, and Harry could guess why. The way Malfoy said it was as if it was an everyday thing, that any goblin could have helped with. He groaned.

“It’s not just that.” He said and shuddered when they both turned to look at him.

He ignored Malfoy, “We…” He said drawing out the we, to make a point to the blonde, “need to access our family’s vaults, but are unsure if it is possible.” The goblin tilted his head, encouraging me to continue.

He had a brief thought of making up some story, but then he remembered something he had read. The goblins at Gringotts, we not allowed to tell anyone what was said or done by one of their clients. So, here was someone they could actually tell about their problem and the Goblin couldn’t say a word to anyone without their permission.

So, he sat up straighter, “We aren’t from this time.” He heard Malfoy let out a breath, and knew for sure he was being glared at, “We someone how ended up in the past, and until we find out how and away home, we need to be able to survive, which means money.” He finished.

Grimmhook looked at them both, taking them in. Then he nodded his head and stood up, “Excuses me, while I get your paper work.”

“Paper work?” He muttered, as the goblin left the room.

“What the hell, Potter!” the blonde snapped, “ You tell me we can’t say anything to anyone and you go blabbing to one of the first people we really talk to?”

“He can’t tell anyone.” He said turning to look at Malfoy.

“What do you mean?” The blonde questioned, losing some of his anger.

“The book you bought, about Gringotts, it says that they aren’t allowed to share any information about their clients to anyone with out permission.”

“And you’re just telling me this now?” The blonde glared at him, “Bloody idiot.”

“I didn’t think about it until NOW!” He snapped back.

Malfoy was about to say something, probably another insult when the door opened and Grimmhook walked back in.

“Has this happened before?” Malfoy asked.

The goblin shook his head, “No, but we have always known there was a possibility. So, we have set up a number of plans, incase it was needed.” He sat down, “Now, was from misuse of a time turner?” He asked, only slighting glaring at them.

“No.” They said in unison. Then they looked at each other, then quickly looked away.

“A spell?” Grimmhook asked.

Harry felt himself shrug, it could have been.

“I don’t believe so.” Malfoy said.

“And why not?” Grimmhook said, placing his papers on the desk.

“There was a light, Potter said, it looked like a portal. I have never heard of a spell like that.”

“Huh, then these will be of no use. However, I have a few more questions,” He stood up, “ I believe we will be more comfortable over here.” He moved to the sitting area, Harry looked at Malfoy, the blonde just rolled his eyes and got up and moved to the couches. Harry quickly followed. They ended up on the same couch, sitting across from Grimmhook, who had saw a piece of parchment on the table and had a quill floating over it.

“Now, names?” He asked.

“Draco Malfoy.” The Slytherin said without hesitation, it seemed he was taking Harry’s word that Grimmhook wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Harry Potter.”

“Ages?”

“16.” They said together.

“Parents?” This time, Harry cut Malfoy off before he could answer.

“Why?” He asked.

Grimmhook looked at him, “If we are to integrate you into this time, it would be wise to know the people who your interactions with could impact the future.”

“Integrate?” Malfoy asked.

“If need be.” Grimmhook nodded, “As I said before, we have known this was possible, but we have yet to find a way to send anyone back.” Harry’s heart skipped, “ But we will continue to look, and I am sure you will too. And one of the best libraries to find information would be…”

“Hogwarts.” Again, both him and Malfoy spoke at the same time, coming to the same conclusion. Grimmhook wanted them to go to Hogwarts.

“You can’t access the library?” Harry asked.

“No one outside current students and stuff are allowed on Hogwarts grounds, unfortunately the current situation, has caused safety measure around the school to be increased.”

“Voldemort.” Harry hissed, Malfoy tensed and Grimmhook gave him a nod.

“We can’t.” He muttered a second later.

“Why not? The goblin asked, actually looking confused.

“Our parents.” He said, looking away from the goblin and at his hands. He felt his head spin and his heart slam against his chest as the thought hit him, the possibility of seeing his parents. Sure, it had crossed his mind, before but this was different, this was something that could actually happen, if they went along with what Grimmhook wanted.

If him and Malfoy went to Hogwarts, here in the past, they would be in the same school, possibly the same houses and classes as their parents. His parents. The two people he had dreamed and imagined meeting so many times in his life, the same two people that died because of a fucked up prophecy and a power hungry madman, how could he be here, around them and not warn them of what was to come.

And if he warned them? What would the consequences be?

“Potter?” He heard Malfoy’s voice, it was gentler then he had ever heard, and the shock of that was enough to pull him back.

“I can’t.” He said, looking up to meet the blondes gaze. He could see understanding there, something he never would have imagined. It seemed that even the cruel bully he knew could understand the hurt he felt, at the idea of seeing his parents.

“Mr. Potter.” Grimmhook said, “You would not be able to attend as yourselves. We would have to give you fake names and a good reason to transfers schools.” The goblin reached down and picked up two pieces of paper, “Now the school year, starts in a week. So, take these and if you decided to attended to school, fill them out and owl them back as soon as possible.” He took the paper with shaking hands, without reading it, he followed it up and put it inside is robe.

“Now, as for money.” The goblin said, handing them two different pieces of parchment, “This we have planned for, you fill these out, and we set up a vault, no connected to your families, we place an allotted amount inside, that you have access to. We will keep track of what you spend and if need be add more, “The goblin took a second, “Then when you return home, the amount used is removed from you vault to pay back the bank.” Harry looked down at the paper, in his hand. “If, however,” He head Grimmhook go on, “you do not find a way to return, you have until that times comes naturally to you, to pay back the amount.”

There was more talked about after that, Grimmhook told them that he may have an idea for how to start their transfer, and that there was a spell he could perform to change their looks and magical signature, after that him and Malfoy filled out the paper work to gain access to their new vaults and left.

He didn’t speak to the blonde as they walked back to their room, nor when he ate or changed and crawled into bed. He didn’t even make a sound when he felt tears fall, as he thought about the consequences on if he saved his parents.

After that he let the sheer exhaustion from the day, pull him under.

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