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Strange Times
Chapter Number/Total: 17/40
Chapter Title: Strange Times
Words: 2307 Words
"How is that possible?" Harry said, feeling anger bubble up inside him. "That was the night Voldemort came after my mum and dad."
"You were there," Draco said, and it sounded like an accusation even to his own ears.
"You were there?!" Harry hissed, bringing his voice down to an angry whisper. "You're the one who sold them out! You overheard the prophecy! I know!"
"You were there too," Snape hissed. "Both of you, if I am correct. You would be the tall one beside him with his hood pulled up. And you, like you are now."
"What are you fucking playing at?!" Harry said angrily. "Are you off your bloody rocker?"
"Albus just smiled and told me that it would all make sense someday," Snape said. "Two Harry Potters, one small and one pregnant."
"What?!" Harry asked, getting even angrier because he still had no idea what Snape was talking about.
Draco had been quiet, watching the exchange. "Time magic," he said quietly.
Harry turned to Draco now. "Time magic?" he asked, staring at him confusedly. "Do you mean like a time-turner?"
Draco nodded but was staring at Snape. "He is saying we were there the night your parents were killed," he explained, "that we used time magic to go back, and now it is time to do that."
Snape nodded, smiling. "Figures Draco would understand even when you don't, Potter," he sneered. "You stood by while your own parents were killed and now you have to do just that."
Harry's face contorted in anger. "First off, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Why the hell would I go back there? And second, if you hadn't told Voldemort about the fucking prophecy, perhaps they wouldn't have been killed!"
Harry's magic flared and Draco reached a hand out automatically to touch him.
"Because, Potter, if you don't go back, your younger self will die," Snape sneered, "and we would never be having this conversation!"
"How would I have died?" Harry asked. "Voldemort wasn't able to kill me. My mother's protection saved my life."
"Potter, I've said all I can about what happened then," Snape said, and sighed. "You will have to go back and see for yourself what happened that night."
"What were you doing there?" Harry spat, suddenly feeling an intense need to know. "There to help your Master?"
"I played my part in what happened," Snape said, sounding resigned. "As I do now. But I won't explain it to you!"
"I don't know why Dumbledore ever gave you a chance! I don't believe for one second the reason he gave me!" Harry said, eyes bright and glaring.
Draco hissed, the angry magic crawling over his skin. "Harry," he said, trying to get his attention. "I know what Dumbledore told him. Remember?"
"I'm talking about the first time!" Harry said, still as angry as ever. "Why did he trust you?! If him, or you, or anyone else expects me to believe that leading Voldemort to my mum and dad was the greatest regret of your life, then they're bloody mad! You didn't and you don't give a damn!"
"Harry!" Draco snapped. "Shut the fuck up and listen!"
Snape was glaring at Harry, his body trembling.
Harry looked at Draco as if he had slapped him, mouth hanging slightly open. He didn't even notice Snape's reaction.
Draco took several deep breaths, trying to get himself calmed down. "Harry, aren't you listening? Didn't you hear what he said? Don't you understand what this means?"
"I'm not a fucking idiot, Draco," Harry said angrily.
"Then stop acting like one!" Draco snapped. "I am so sick of watching the two of you fight! Do either of you ever think about how this affects me?!" He dropped Harry's hand and crossed his arms across his chest.
Harry was silent and stared at Draco for a few moments before he dropped his gaze to his own knees, flushing with shame.
Snape buried his face in his hands, refusing to look at either of them.
Draco sat panting with anger and pain and confusion. He hated feeling like he did.
Harry slumped back in his chair, still staring at his knees. He brought his limply hanging hand up to his lap. He wanted to tell Draco that he was sorry, but he wasn't sorry for the things he had said to Snape.
All three men sat without speaking for several minutes, their breathing seeming loud in the small back room. Finally, Draco looked between the two of them. "Set it aside," he said in a firm voice, "both of you. We need to figure this out, not scream at each other."
Harry looked up, his expression one of quiet anger, but he tried to get rid of it, tried to contain it in his eyes alone.
Snape looked between the two of them, looking like he had aged years just since he had walked through the door. "Draco," he said quietly, "do you remember your trust vault?"
"Yes," Draco asked, sounding surprised. "I withdrew some coins last summer."
Snape nodded. "But you didn't look through the items in there, did you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Harry asked, actually managing to keep the anger out of his voice.
Snape ignored Harry, still speaking to Draco. "You will find a box from me. In actuality, it is from Dumbledore and was placed there in the month after the ... incident at Godric's Hollow."
"Why would Dumbledore have put something inside Draco's trust?" Harry asked, confused.
"I didn't know at the time," Snape said, "but I think I understand now. I also understand why he wasn't so surprised by the two of you ... becoming ... what you are."
"What does Dumbledore have to do with any of this?" Harry asked.
"He knew," Draco said, making the leap. "He knew that Harry and I were there - in the past. That's why he knew we would become more than enemies."
"How would he know ...?" Harry said. "Unless ... he saw us there ...."
"Exactly," Snape said, sighing.
"Dumbledore wasn't there that night," Harry insisted. "He wouldn't have let them die."
"Potter, there is a lot more to that night than you know," Snape said. "Your parents were killed in the evening on October 31st, but Hagrid didn't arrive until the next morning. There were a number of visitors to the house that night. It is time you found out about that."
Harry was staring hard at Snape, his brain working overtime so that he swore he could almost feel it. "So, Draco and I have to go back in time? To the night my parents died ...." he said quietly to himself. "I have to stand aside and watch them die?"
"Yesss," Snape hissed, flinching and curling his fingers into fists.
"That's - I can't - Merlin," Harry said, once again not really taking notice of Snape's reaction. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine something so horrible.
Snape snorted. "But you can," he sneered. "You already did."
Harry looked up at Snape's sneering tone. He felt as if he were being accused and went defensive again. "So did you," he said, eyes flashing.
"Yes," he hissed, "so did I."
Harry fists shook with anger. "You're a heartless bastard and you don't care about anyone but yourself," he said, voice shaking.
"Potter!" Draco snapped again, getting up and standing between the two of them, glaring at Harry.
"You're going to take his side?" Harry asked through clenched teeth, eyes brimming with angry tears that he roughly wiped away.
"Can't you fucking hear yourself?" Draco growled. "How many lives does he have to save before you open your eyes and really look at him? Perfect Potter. You never make mistakes, do you? You don't regret anything you have ever done? I nearly killed Ron. Why don't you tell me how worthless I am?"
Harry glared at Draco through tears that wouldn't stop and it felt like he had been stabbed and someone was twisting the knife. He wanted to Apparate away, wanted to get up and leave. But he felt frozen to the spot, frozen by Draco's eyes.
Draco saw the pain in those green eyes and it hurt. But he knew he was right. He dropped to his knees in front of Harry, looking up at him with grey eyes brimming with unshed tears as well. "I have made some bad choices in my life, Harry," he said. "Does that mean I am heartless?"
Harry closed his eyes, feeling ashamed for crying, feeling like an idiot, feeling like screaming at the top of his lungs. "No," he whispered instead.
"How can you judge him then? You don't even know what happened yet. He is trying to help now but you won't even listen," Draco said. "Please stop this."
Harry didn't answer, said not a word, but gave a nod so small Draco might not have caught it.
Draco remained on his knees on the stone floor, eyes never leaving his lover's face.
Harry took a deep breath and held it for what felt like along time. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll listen."
Draco smiled sadly up at him, a tear finally escaping down his cheek.
Harry opened his eyes again and looked down at Draco, tears still on his own face as he wiped Draco's away with his thumb.
"Do you forgive me, Harry?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry said quietly but straight away. "Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry."
"I mean about Ron, Katie Bell and the other things I did," Draco said, making sure he was understood.
"I've already forgiven you for that," Harry whispered. "A long time ago."
Draco was watching his eyes carefully and was content with what he saw.
Harry gave Draco a very small smile that was almost not there and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I love you," he whispered.
"I am yours," Draco said. "I love you."
Harry remained there with his lips pressed to Draco's skin for a while, until he finally remembered where they were and sat up gently. He looked slowly up at Snape and sighed resignedly.
Draco reached a hand out and laid it on Harry's belly.
Snape had turned his back on the two and sat tense, waiting.
Harry placed his hand over Draco's and waited for the conversation to start up again, vowing to himself that he wouldn't shout.
"Severus," Draco said, still looking at Harry, "what does the gift have to do with the rest of this?"
Harry looked back down at Draco and gave him that very small smile again. He waited for Snape's answer.
"He didn't tell me until just before ... the end," Snape said, sighing. "Then he said to make sure you opened that box when the time was right. I would guess that it has instructions for how you will accomplish the time magic."
"So we go to Gringotts and get the gift," Harry said. "And then go back in time to do whatever it is I have to do there."
"Yes," Snape said, "and then we can talk. I don't dare tell you too much now. Albus seemed to think that there would be something in the past that would also help with the Horcrux problem."
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses for a moment and then nodded. "Okay," he said quietly, still hardly able to believe the strange turn of events this meeting had produced.
"You know you can't change what we know happened," Snape said. "It would risk everything. Including what you are carrying now."
"I - I know," Harry said, not knowing whether or not he could bear to watch his parents die, but also knowing that he would die if he lost Draco or his child. "I know."
"I am leaving now," Snape said, standing up and reaching for his cloak.
Draco turned around, still on the floor. "Thank you," he said, "and be careful."
Snape snorted but nodded.
Harry was silent and staring up at that dark man. He wondered if he would find answers to some of his questions about him if he went back to that night.
Snape opened the door and closed it behind himself without another word.
Draco looked after him for a moment, hand still resting on Harry's belly.
"I can't believe this," Harry whispered after a few seconds, staring from the closed door to Draco again.
"We should go," Draco said, getting to his feet and holding his hands out to Harry.
Harry nodded, taking Draco's hands and using them to pull himself up. "Yes, we should," he agreed.
They made their way out and then Apparated back to the Manor. Leakey met them and took their cloaks. "Masters Draco and Harry, others in dining room with supper," he said.
Harry was a bit more disoriented than usual after an Apparation from Scotland to lower England and shook his head to clear it. "Okay," he told the elf, nodding.
"Do you want to eat with them or go rest?" Draco asked, looking worriedly at his husband.
"I don't know," Harry said, rubbing his eyes. His mind was still reeling.
"Tell them we are going to rest," Draco told the elf. "And then have food brought to our room." He kept an arm around Harry's waist and began walking them toward their rooms. Harry looked like he would be ill if Draco Apparated them at the moment.
Harry sighed and took his time, grateful for Draco's help. He once again felt like a bloody girl and didn't like it one bit.
"Oh, bloody hell," Draco said, and pulled his wand out, casting a Lightening Spell on Harry. Then he scooped him up into his arms and carried him the rest of the way to their rooms.
Chapter Title: Strange Times
Words: 2307 Words
"How is that possible?" Harry said, feeling anger bubble up inside him. "That was the night Voldemort came after my mum and dad."
"You were there," Draco said, and it sounded like an accusation even to his own ears.
"You were there?!" Harry hissed, bringing his voice down to an angry whisper. "You're the one who sold them out! You overheard the prophecy! I know!"
"You were there too," Snape hissed. "Both of you, if I am correct. You would be the tall one beside him with his hood pulled up. And you, like you are now."
"What are you fucking playing at?!" Harry said angrily. "Are you off your bloody rocker?"
"Albus just smiled and told me that it would all make sense someday," Snape said. "Two Harry Potters, one small and one pregnant."
"What?!" Harry asked, getting even angrier because he still had no idea what Snape was talking about.
Draco had been quiet, watching the exchange. "Time magic," he said quietly.
Harry turned to Draco now. "Time magic?" he asked, staring at him confusedly. "Do you mean like a time-turner?"
Draco nodded but was staring at Snape. "He is saying we were there the night your parents were killed," he explained, "that we used time magic to go back, and now it is time to do that."
Snape nodded, smiling. "Figures Draco would understand even when you don't, Potter," he sneered. "You stood by while your own parents were killed and now you have to do just that."
Harry's face contorted in anger. "First off, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Why the hell would I go back there? And second, if you hadn't told Voldemort about the fucking prophecy, perhaps they wouldn't have been killed!"
Harry's magic flared and Draco reached a hand out automatically to touch him.
"Because, Potter, if you don't go back, your younger self will die," Snape sneered, "and we would never be having this conversation!"
"How would I have died?" Harry asked. "Voldemort wasn't able to kill me. My mother's protection saved my life."
"Potter, I've said all I can about what happened then," Snape said, and sighed. "You will have to go back and see for yourself what happened that night."
"What were you doing there?" Harry spat, suddenly feeling an intense need to know. "There to help your Master?"
"I played my part in what happened," Snape said, sounding resigned. "As I do now. But I won't explain it to you!"
"I don't know why Dumbledore ever gave you a chance! I don't believe for one second the reason he gave me!" Harry said, eyes bright and glaring.
Draco hissed, the angry magic crawling over his skin. "Harry," he said, trying to get his attention. "I know what Dumbledore told him. Remember?"
"I'm talking about the first time!" Harry said, still as angry as ever. "Why did he trust you?! If him, or you, or anyone else expects me to believe that leading Voldemort to my mum and dad was the greatest regret of your life, then they're bloody mad! You didn't and you don't give a damn!"
"Harry!" Draco snapped. "Shut the fuck up and listen!"
Snape was glaring at Harry, his body trembling.
Harry looked at Draco as if he had slapped him, mouth hanging slightly open. He didn't even notice Snape's reaction.
Draco took several deep breaths, trying to get himself calmed down. "Harry, aren't you listening? Didn't you hear what he said? Don't you understand what this means?"
"I'm not a fucking idiot, Draco," Harry said angrily.
"Then stop acting like one!" Draco snapped. "I am so sick of watching the two of you fight! Do either of you ever think about how this affects me?!" He dropped Harry's hand and crossed his arms across his chest.
Harry was silent and stared at Draco for a few moments before he dropped his gaze to his own knees, flushing with shame.
Snape buried his face in his hands, refusing to look at either of them.
Draco sat panting with anger and pain and confusion. He hated feeling like he did.
Harry slumped back in his chair, still staring at his knees. He brought his limply hanging hand up to his lap. He wanted to tell Draco that he was sorry, but he wasn't sorry for the things he had said to Snape.
All three men sat without speaking for several minutes, their breathing seeming loud in the small back room. Finally, Draco looked between the two of them. "Set it aside," he said in a firm voice, "both of you. We need to figure this out, not scream at each other."
Harry looked up, his expression one of quiet anger, but he tried to get rid of it, tried to contain it in his eyes alone.
Snape looked between the two of them, looking like he had aged years just since he had walked through the door. "Draco," he said quietly, "do you remember your trust vault?"
"Yes," Draco asked, sounding surprised. "I withdrew some coins last summer."
Snape nodded. "But you didn't look through the items in there, did you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Harry asked, actually managing to keep the anger out of his voice.
Snape ignored Harry, still speaking to Draco. "You will find a box from me. In actuality, it is from Dumbledore and was placed there in the month after the ... incident at Godric's Hollow."
"Why would Dumbledore have put something inside Draco's trust?" Harry asked, confused.
"I didn't know at the time," Snape said, "but I think I understand now. I also understand why he wasn't so surprised by the two of you ... becoming ... what you are."
"What does Dumbledore have to do with any of this?" Harry asked.
"He knew," Draco said, making the leap. "He knew that Harry and I were there - in the past. That's why he knew we would become more than enemies."
"How would he know ...?" Harry said. "Unless ... he saw us there ...."
"Exactly," Snape said, sighing.
"Dumbledore wasn't there that night," Harry insisted. "He wouldn't have let them die."
"Potter, there is a lot more to that night than you know," Snape said. "Your parents were killed in the evening on October 31st, but Hagrid didn't arrive until the next morning. There were a number of visitors to the house that night. It is time you found out about that."
Harry was staring hard at Snape, his brain working overtime so that he swore he could almost feel it. "So, Draco and I have to go back in time? To the night my parents died ...." he said quietly to himself. "I have to stand aside and watch them die?"
"Yesss," Snape hissed, flinching and curling his fingers into fists.
"That's - I can't - Merlin," Harry said, once again not really taking notice of Snape's reaction. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine something so horrible.
Snape snorted. "But you can," he sneered. "You already did."
Harry looked up at Snape's sneering tone. He felt as if he were being accused and went defensive again. "So did you," he said, eyes flashing.
"Yes," he hissed, "so did I."
Harry fists shook with anger. "You're a heartless bastard and you don't care about anyone but yourself," he said, voice shaking.
"Potter!" Draco snapped again, getting up and standing between the two of them, glaring at Harry.
"You're going to take his side?" Harry asked through clenched teeth, eyes brimming with angry tears that he roughly wiped away.
"Can't you fucking hear yourself?" Draco growled. "How many lives does he have to save before you open your eyes and really look at him? Perfect Potter. You never make mistakes, do you? You don't regret anything you have ever done? I nearly killed Ron. Why don't you tell me how worthless I am?"
Harry glared at Draco through tears that wouldn't stop and it felt like he had been stabbed and someone was twisting the knife. He wanted to Apparate away, wanted to get up and leave. But he felt frozen to the spot, frozen by Draco's eyes.
Draco saw the pain in those green eyes and it hurt. But he knew he was right. He dropped to his knees in front of Harry, looking up at him with grey eyes brimming with unshed tears as well. "I have made some bad choices in my life, Harry," he said. "Does that mean I am heartless?"
Harry closed his eyes, feeling ashamed for crying, feeling like an idiot, feeling like screaming at the top of his lungs. "No," he whispered instead.
"How can you judge him then? You don't even know what happened yet. He is trying to help now but you won't even listen," Draco said. "Please stop this."
Harry didn't answer, said not a word, but gave a nod so small Draco might not have caught it.
Draco remained on his knees on the stone floor, eyes never leaving his lover's face.
Harry took a deep breath and held it for what felt like along time. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll listen."
Draco smiled sadly up at him, a tear finally escaping down his cheek.
Harry opened his eyes again and looked down at Draco, tears still on his own face as he wiped Draco's away with his thumb.
"Do you forgive me, Harry?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry said quietly but straight away. "Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry."
"I mean about Ron, Katie Bell and the other things I did," Draco said, making sure he was understood.
"I've already forgiven you for that," Harry whispered. "A long time ago."
Draco was watching his eyes carefully and was content with what he saw.
Harry gave Draco a very small smile that was almost not there and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I love you," he whispered.
"I am yours," Draco said. "I love you."
Harry remained there with his lips pressed to Draco's skin for a while, until he finally remembered where they were and sat up gently. He looked slowly up at Snape and sighed resignedly.
Draco reached a hand out and laid it on Harry's belly.
Snape had turned his back on the two and sat tense, waiting.
Harry placed his hand over Draco's and waited for the conversation to start up again, vowing to himself that he wouldn't shout.
"Severus," Draco said, still looking at Harry, "what does the gift have to do with the rest of this?"
Harry looked back down at Draco and gave him that very small smile again. He waited for Snape's answer.
"He didn't tell me until just before ... the end," Snape said, sighing. "Then he said to make sure you opened that box when the time was right. I would guess that it has instructions for how you will accomplish the time magic."
"So we go to Gringotts and get the gift," Harry said. "And then go back in time to do whatever it is I have to do there."
"Yes," Snape said, "and then we can talk. I don't dare tell you too much now. Albus seemed to think that there would be something in the past that would also help with the Horcrux problem."
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses for a moment and then nodded. "Okay," he said quietly, still hardly able to believe the strange turn of events this meeting had produced.
"You know you can't change what we know happened," Snape said. "It would risk everything. Including what you are carrying now."
"I - I know," Harry said, not knowing whether or not he could bear to watch his parents die, but also knowing that he would die if he lost Draco or his child. "I know."
"I am leaving now," Snape said, standing up and reaching for his cloak.
Draco turned around, still on the floor. "Thank you," he said, "and be careful."
Snape snorted but nodded.
Harry was silent and staring up at that dark man. He wondered if he would find answers to some of his questions about him if he went back to that night.
Snape opened the door and closed it behind himself without another word.
Draco looked after him for a moment, hand still resting on Harry's belly.
"I can't believe this," Harry whispered after a few seconds, staring from the closed door to Draco again.
"We should go," Draco said, getting to his feet and holding his hands out to Harry.
Harry nodded, taking Draco's hands and using them to pull himself up. "Yes, we should," he agreed.
They made their way out and then Apparated back to the Manor. Leakey met them and took their cloaks. "Masters Draco and Harry, others in dining room with supper," he said.
Harry was a bit more disoriented than usual after an Apparation from Scotland to lower England and shook his head to clear it. "Okay," he told the elf, nodding.
"Do you want to eat with them or go rest?" Draco asked, looking worriedly at his husband.
"I don't know," Harry said, rubbing his eyes. His mind was still reeling.
"Tell them we are going to rest," Draco told the elf. "And then have food brought to our room." He kept an arm around Harry's waist and began walking them toward their rooms. Harry looked like he would be ill if Draco Apparated them at the moment.
Harry sighed and took his time, grateful for Draco's help. He once again felt like a bloody girl and didn't like it one bit.
"Oh, bloody hell," Draco said, and pulled his wand out, casting a Lightening Spell on Harry. Then he scooped him up into his arms and carried him the rest of the way to their rooms.