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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THREE AND A HALF HOURS!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Don’t mind me. It’s just *the* event of the year at midnight. That’s all. -_-

Track Change

Track Eta

            They reappeared a moment, later, almost stumbling.

            “Where are we?” Harry asked first, turning his head to look around the corridor they’d
landed in. It didn’t look like any hall in Hogwarts he’d ever seen.

            “Durmstrang,” Draco said slowly, looking as confused as Harry felt. “What are we doing
at Durmstrang?”

            “Durmstrang?!” Harry repeated, jaw dropping. “I thought the potion only moved you a
little in place and a lot in time!”

            “Apparently it’s a lot in place, a little in time,” Draco scowled, looking around.

            “Well... then why’d you apparate us to Durmstrang?” Harry demanded, still incredibly
confused by where they’d ended up.

            “I didn’t,” Draco said shortly. “I tried to move us to wherever Draconius is.”

            “But he told us he went to Hogwarts.”

            Draco finally dropped his arm off Harry’s shoulder, stepping back so their chests weren’t
touching anymore. “He did. He said it was a Hogwarts without Dumbledore, but that it was still
Hogwarts.” He frowned, considering, looking up and down the halls. “Perhaps he’s trying to
affect more than just us? Someone here at Durmstrang?”

            “Yeah, that’s possible,” Harry nodded at last, realizing where Draco was going with this.
“How did you know this was Durmstrang, anyway?”

            “My father wanted me to go here,” Draco took a few more steps away, to peer around a
corner. “So I came to see the school before I went to Hogwarts. I just happened to remember
what the school looks like.”

            “Hmm.” Harry frowned, looking around. “So... do you think we should try to find
Draconius here, or keep looking somewhere else?”

            As Draco was about to answer, someone else broke in.

            “Harry?!”

            Both turned, and both nearly jumped out of their skin to discover that the person who was
doing the yelling was in fact, Draconius.... only a slightly less insane looking Draconius, wearing
a Durmstrang uniform. He appeared not to notice Draco standing there, and instead rushed to
Harry, staring at him disbelieving.

            “How... how did you get here?” He asked, an awed smile working its way onto his face.

            “Ah... I...” Harry started, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Draco for support, but
Draco looked as startled as he felt.

            “You know what, I don’t care how you got here, I’m just glad you are,” then this other
alternate Draco - because he could not be Draconius - grabbed Harry’s face, pulled him forward...

            And kissed him.

            Harry’s eyes bugged out in disbelief, and Draco nearly fell over. Jaw hanging, he started
coughing, which drew the other’s Draco’s attention, releasing Harry’s mouth to look at Draco.

            “Draconius!” This other Draco gasped, then paused. “You’re not...”

            “No,” Draco said, bemused. “Neither are you. Apparently.”

            Harry, meanwhile, had been scrubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the
hell was that for?!”

            “I’m beginning to suspect we’re seeing a bit of Draconius’ purpose after all...” Draco
smirked, crossing his arms.

            “Wait... you’re not...” this other Draco turned to look at Harry, then his eyes widened in
horror. “You’re not my Harry.”

            “No kidding,” Harry spluttered, then nearly jumped again when Draco walked up beside
him and dropped a hand on his shoulder.

            “He’s my Harry.”

            Harry gave him a dry look. “Prat.”

            Draco turned to smirk at him for a moment, then looked back at the other Draco. Who,
now that they thought about it, looked just a little younger than them, maybe in sixth year. “I’m
assuming from that that you do know who Draconius is.”

            “Yes,” this other Draco swallowed, concerned, glancing back and forth between them.
Suddenly, he looked away, refusing to meet their eyes, and said softly. “Sorry. I thought you were
my Harry.”

            Harry blinked for a few seconds, then grinned. “Well, well. A Malfoy apologizing. Never
thought I’d live to see the day.”

            “Don’t hold your breath to see it from any other one,” Draco sneered. “Look, do you have
anywhere we can talk that isn’t the middle of a hallway?”

            “Yes,” the Durmstrang student said, after a moment, turning and heading back the way
he’d come. “Follow me.”

            A few moments later, Draco and Harry were sitting on a couch in a relatively good sized
private room, while the other Draco settled himself on the edge of the bed. They were all warily
watching each other, until Harry broke the silence.

            “Look, you know Draconius. What did he want with you?”

            The other Draco frowned, dredging up memories. “It was two years ago, during fourth
year. Durmstrang was competing in the Triwizard Tournament. I wasn’t able to compete, I was
too young, but my father convinced Karkarroff to let me come along. While I was there, at
Hogwarts, Draconius showed up. He... He introduced me to Harry, basically tried to force us
together. It worked. I was so worried about him after the second task - I mean, I knew he could
fly in the first task, so I really wasn’t all that worried - but I... I worried about him. And I realized
Draconius was right.”

            At the exact same moment, both Hogwarts students tried to ask him a question.

            Harry: “He tried to set you two up?!”

            Draco: “How did you know Harry could fly? You didn’t know him.”

            The other Draco looked at them for a moment, then picked a question to answer first.
“Yes, he did try - and succeeded - in ‘setting us up’ as you put it. And I knew Harry could fly
because everyone knows Harry can fly. He’s not the youngest seeker for the English Quidditch
team for nothing. He led England to a victory my fourth year.”

            They gaped at him. “What?” Harry asked at last.

            The other Draco was giving them very odd looks by this point. “In my fourth year, Harry
was seventeen, in his seventh year. He spent the summer playing Quidditch. Led England to a
World Cup Victory. He was the Hogwart’s Champion, in the Triwizard tournament.”

            If Harry had been standing, he would have fallen to his seat. Instead, he just slumped back
in his couch, mouth hanging open.

            “You mean to tell me,” Draco said smoothly. “That you are three years younger than
Harry, and that he plays Quidditch for England?”

            “Yes...” the other said slowly. “Why?”

            Draco slumped back in his seat as well, taking a deep breath. “We’re both seventeen.
Harry plays quidditch for Gryffindor, but not for England. He was the fourth Champion in the
Triwizard tournament, and technically shouldn’t have been in it because he wasn’t seventeen.”

            “I didn’t even put my name in the Goblet of Fire,” Harry spoke up then, eyes closed
tightly in disbelief. It was as if, if he didn’t see it, it wasn’t real.

            “But you know who Draconius is,” the Durmstrang Draco said slowly.

            “He has been appearing for the last four months,” Draco said, closing his own eyes, and
reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “He told us he had some great purpose for us, but he
refused to tell us what it is.” Sighing, he opened his eyes, glancing over at Harry. “I think we can
guess now what it is.”

            “‘You don’t even realize what you have...’” Harry muttered. “That’s what he said. ‘You
don’t even realize what you have.’ He’s been planning to do this since the very beginning.”

            “Well, I doubt he expected us to duplicate his potion,” Draco sneered, then thought of
something else. Turning to the younger version of him, he asked, “Did he tell you why he was
trying to force the two of you together?”

            The other blinked. “No.”

            “Hmm. That would have been handy.” Draco leaned back comfortably, throwing his arms
across the back of the couch. “I’m beginning to suspect that this has less and less to do with time
and more and more to do with decisions.”

            “What do you mean?” Harry asked, sitting up properly, only to discover that Draco’s arm
over the sofa was disturbingly close to Draco’s arm around his shoulders again.

            “He said he forgot where he was, not when he was,” Draco considered, eyes focused on a
spot of stone floor as he thought. “We apparated, and ended up in a different place, not a
different time. And now we meet this Draco who goes to Durmstrang, is three years younger than
you, and you apparently play for England. This isn’t another time, Harry, or we would still be the
same age. This is a different choice.”

            “I don’t understand,” Harry frowned. The alternate Draco looked about as confused as
Harry felt.

            “What would have happened, Harry, if my father had decided to send me to Durmstrang,
instead of listening to my mother?”

            “We... we wouldn’t have been rivals,” Harry said slowly. “I doubt we would have even
met.”

            “And what if, in combination with that, my parents had chosen not to have children until
three years after the time they did where we’re used to?”

            Harry paused, then looked up sharply, realization on his face. “Exactly what happened
here.”

            “Precisely,” Draco nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I think, Harry, what we have
discovered, is not a series of times and places that Draconius has managed to transport himself
to, but a series of possibilities. It’s... it’s a series of ‘what ifs’. What if this had happened instead
of that, and so on.”

            “So you mean, there could be a world out there where Tom Riddle decided not to be evil,
and there is no Voldemort?” Harry suggested, catching onto the point.

            “Hmm.” One of Draco’s brows arched. “Hadn’t thought of that, but yes, I would
imagine.”

            “So...” the other, younger Draco frowned. “You two are from a place where you both go
to Hogwarts?”

            “Hmm,” Harry nodded. “I’m in Gryffindor, Draco’s in Slytherin. We’re both seekers for
our house teams.”

            “And Draconius has been appearing for the last four months, but he hasn’t told you why
yet?” Alternate Draco frowned, crossing his arms. “That’s odd. He told me - and Harry - why he
was there within a few days. He said it was.... some kind of... destiny, that we would be
together.”

            Draco snorted. “That’s pathetic.”

            The younger blond flushed. “I thought it was sweet.”

            Harry quickly hid his grin behind his hand, looking away from the two blonds so he
wouldn’t burst out laughing.

            “Oh, you would think it was funny,” Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. “Look, I think we’ve
gotten all we are going to learn from this... possibility. Shall we try another?”

            Harry bit the insides of his cheeks. “Want to see how we end up together in another
world, Draco, sweetie?”

            “Don’t call me that,” Draco gave him a cold look, then just reached his arm a little further
over on the couch, snagging Harry’s shoulders in his grip. “You’re just lucky I need you to help
me stop this insane version of me, or I might just leave you here. Imagine what this version of me
could do with two of you,” Draco smirked, pleased to see Harry’s eyes widen in horror. “Let’s
see what else we can do, shall we?”

            They disappeared again.
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