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With All Erased	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Now, lets see how good Harry is at prevaricating and if he can talk his way out of this one! *shakes head* At least he's had a month to think of what to say! Just so you all know...Harry's time is almost up. He earned 5 weeks in this body...most of which were spent trapped w/ the Dursleys. Sept. 4th will be 5 weeks. It's the night of the 1st. So yeah...just about out of time. So be prepared for the snap-back soon! Happy reading! ~ FA/VR
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Harry savored the look of stunned surprise that momentarily graced the faces of his Professors. Not many people could say they'd floored both Albus and Snape with the same comment. "Is that a no, you don't believe me, then, and are worried I've lost my mind? Or is that a yes, you believe me, and are worried all of us in the future have lost our minds?"
Harry knew his wording was deceptive. It made it seem like there'd been a plan to send him back. Like he had permission to be there, changing shit. Severus spoke first; his voice was hoarse. "How far?"
"Almost 5 years." Harry replied softly. "I can't say much. Just that things got bad, and they got bad fast. Faster than any of us could keep up with. Faster than we could handle properly. It was...too much." He flicked his eyes to Minerva. "I...I didn't mean to come quite this far back. It wasn't supposed to happen quite the way it did. I was a Gryffindor originally...I wasn't supposed to go through the Sorting Ceremony again."
Minerva nodded. "We were all...surprised...you were a Slytherin. But if you're here to change the past, I can see how the Hat would make the choice it did. Still, that wasn't meant to change? You didn't mean to be Sorted somewhere other than Gryffindor this time around?"
Harry shook his head. "No. This was...well, it wasn't as well-planned as it could have been. It was about helping people pick the better side." Harry flicked his eyes to Draco, then very quickly looked back to Minerva. "About making people allies sooner than we thought we'd need to worry about it. It's...complicated. And like I said, the rules...I can't say much. I just need a way to give my memories to the 11 year old me when I snap forward in time again. Which will be soon."
"How soon?" Albus spoke softly, his blue eyes twinkling, but his face serious. "Do you know when you'll be going back? Or when you'll be returning to?"
"I can't say for sure when I'll leave, but it will be soon." Harry frowned, trying to explain how he felt. "When I came back, it felt almost like a Portkey...that sharp tug behind my stomach. I feel that now...but not hard. Just a gentle pulling, but it's been getting stronger every day and I know soon it's going to get strong enough to pull me forward again. I won't have much warning, I don't think. And I'll return to June 18th, 1996. Evening time. I don't really know much else. Except, like I said, I need a way to give my memories to my 11 year old self after I'm gone."
Severus was frowning intently at Harry. "There is a potion, but for it to integrate 5 years of memories into your 11 year old self, you'll be incapacitated for months. You'll have to be isolated; you'll miss classes."
Minerva bit her lip. "Well, technically he wouldn't be missing classes. I mean, he'd gain the memory of them back. Plus more. And we can ensure we have the potion ready for Harry to re-drink on the evening of the 18th to catch him up on the changes of the next 5 years." She frowned. "Although losing another few months won't be good..."
"Severus will have the next 5 years to work on a solution to the problem of the potion incapacitating Harry." Albus looked at Harry over the top of his half-moon glasses. "Now, Harry. Since we need a drop of your blood for the potion, and we can't transfer memories from after the drop of blood was taken, you will see Severus after every meal to give him a drop of blood. This way your memories are as up-to-date as possible when you snap-forward. Now, what can you tell us?"
"Um..." Harry frowned, trying to think of something safe to say but that would also benefit him. "Okay, I'm a Parslemouth, but originally I didn't know that until later. Or rather, I didn't know it was rare to be able to speak to snakes. I conjured one earlier and it's sort of my pet now." He shrugged uncomfortably. "Um, I can cast all kinds of spells that I know from...training. I wasn't sure I'd still be able to, but even my Obliviate worked and I've never been the best at it."
"You've begun training at 15?" Albus was pale now. Obviously this idea worried him. "Though it speaks well of your power that you can cast such advanced spells from your 11 year old body. Only your mind has traveled backwards, after all. Your power level and your ability to control it is still the same as when you were 11. You show great mastery for being so young."
"Yeah, I've always been a bit advanced." Harry shrugged again, uncomfortable once more. "I actually started training at 14." He didn't add the reason why...being entered into the Triwizard Tournament. Or that his continued training this past year was because of the DA classes. That wasn't something he could share safely. "And I was being taught Occlumency, though I was having some issues with learning it. There was a lot happening, so it was hard to focus."
Severus looked surprised. "I was...am...will be..." He frowned, annoyed. This tense-thing was awful to figure out. "I'm the one assigned to teach you Occlumency?" There...that sounded acceptably ambiguous about time.
Harry nodded cautiously; perhaps he could mitigate some of the hatred Severus Snape felt? "Um, yeah. We spent hours working on it together. Learned a lot about each other. I...apologized for my father's treatment of you during your school years. He was wrong to do the things he did; though calling my mother a Mudblood when she tried to defend you wasn't exactly good manners on your part." Harry smiled slightly, trying to make it seem like he and Snape were closer than they actually were. He didn't think he had actually apologized for his father, but only for spying on Snape's memories. Still, he was being mostly honest. His father had been a bully when he was younger and Harry felt badly for the tormented younger Snape.
Severus Snape's eyes widened. Obviously he knew which moment in time Harry was referring to. "I see. Well, Mr. Potter, it seems you have more sense at 15 than your father did. Perhaps you take after Lily, instead, despite your looks."
Seeing how shrewdly Snape was studying his face, obviously looking for something that wasn't reminiscent of James Potter, Harry tugged his glasses off. "I have her eyes." He said it quietly and Severus's dark eyes locked on Harry's uncovered green ones with a startling intensity. "Everyone always says I remind them of her. Mischievous, but not in a mean way. Kind. Caring. Thoughtful. I know you don't see it yet...maybe you won't for a long time. But I'm a lot like her. And my dad didn't stay a bully forever. He grew up eventually. And I'm sure, if he could, he'd apologize himself for what he did to you." He put his glasses back on, waiting for Snape to respond.
Severus nodded slowly. "I shall see about getting that potion modified for your return. There must be some way to make the memory-transfer easier on you." Harry smiled slightly and nodded; he knew an olive branch when he saw it and he wasn't going to turn this one down. Not for anything. Severus Snape was too powerful of an ally.
Harry turned back to Minerva and Albus. "I'm very close to you both. You're like my family. I come to you for guidance and support and I know you won't judge me too harshly when I have stupid Gryffindor moments where I follow my instincts without thinking about it first." He sighed. "I hope you'll both still trust me...still be close to me...despite the fact that I know you don't understand why I've broken the laws to travel here. Why I'm changing things."
He met Dumbledore's eyes steadily. "I had no choice. We had no choice." He meant himself and Sirius now, but it didn't necessarily sound that way and he knew they assumed he meant himself and Albus. "There were things too horrible happening...things we had to stop." He sighed. "It's the second time I've righted wrongs with Time-Travel, Albus. The first time, you cautioned me heavily regarding what could and couldn't be changed...regarding the laws and the dangers and the lives we had to save. This time, I knew that stuff already. The lives...they matter. A lot." He smiled grimly. "Enough that this had to be done. Too much blood...too much pain...it just couldn't be allowed to happen that way."
He turned back to his former Head of House again. "Oh. And I was Gryffindor's Seeker. Youngest player in a century. Never failed to catch the Snitch in any game where I remained conscious." He grinned widely at her. "I'm sorry you'll be losing me. I think it's best if I don't play First Year anyway. I'll be losing two months as it is; Quidditch on top of that will just be too much, I think. Next year, maybe?" He turned to Snape with a tilt of his head and received a nod. "Good. I'll miss flying. I always did love it."
"I think, Harry, that that is enough information." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, but firm. "You should take young Mr. Malfoy and head off to bed. Do you need the password?"
"We have it already." Harry replied. "And okay. I'll give a drop of blood after breakfast, then?" The others nodded and Harry dismantled his wards quickly, smiling at Draco. "Sorry about that, Drake. We've got to go to bed now, okay?"
The blonde nodded; they said goodnight to the Professors, and then headed down. Draco waited only until they reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped away from the gargoyle before he started to ask questions. "So what the bloody hell was that all about? I mean, really Harry, I get the whole save-your-godfather thing, even if I don't understand how you knew all of that, but the rest of it? The complex spells and the privacy and the intense way Uncle Sev was staring at you? I don't get it!"
"And you won't." Harry kept his voice soft. "Look, Drake, there's a lot going on that you can't understand, okay? For a lot of reasons, that I also can't explain. But...there's going to be a day when I'm going to need your help. It'll be soon. I can't say when, for certain, but it will be soon. I'll suddenly seem confused; disoriented. I won't remember meeting you in Madam Malkins, or the rest of my summer, or the train ride or Ron or the Sorting or Sirius or anything. It'll be like none of it ever happened." He met Draco's stunned silver eyes and sighed. "When that happens, you'll need to take me to Snape. Hit me with Stupefy to contain me until you can get me to him, if you have to. My magic might...explode...if I panic. Can you do that?"
"I suppose." Draco was staring at him hard. "So you'll just...forget me? Like we never met? We won't be best friends any more?" He bit his lip and Harry found it cute that Draco seemed so worried about losing him. "I mean, why? That's not fair..."
"It'll only be temporary." Harry soothed as they continued through Hogwarts and down into the dungeons. "I'll remember everything eventually. Professor Snape is making a potion to help. It's just...it's a small spell-damage problem." Harry figured that was as good of an excuse for it as anything. "I'm sorry about it. I wish it didn't have to happen, believe me. I just need to know that you'll do whatever it takes to help me when it happens."
"Of course." Draco said as they stepped up to the blank wall that Harry knew hid the door to the Slytherin Common Room. Draco had trusted Harry to lead them there. "Blood purity." The wall moved and they stepped into the nearly-empty Common Room, receiving curious looks from the students still awake as they hurried off to find their dorm.
"You're my best friend." Draco whispered it softly to Harry as they changed into pajamas and climbed into their beds, which were next to each other. "I'll help you no matter what. Always."
And, for the first time, Harry trusted Draco Malfoy completely. He knew the blonde would keep that promise. No matter what. Always.
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A/N: YAY! Next chapter should be Harry snapping forward. What do you think so far? I hope you're okay with how I'm doing things so far! Let me know what you thought of the chapter, please. E-mail addresses get you update alerts and reviews make me happy! ~ FA/VR
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