Tempus Fugit

After the future-shock wore off, Regulus decided that he actually liked Harry more than Malfoy. Harry reminded him of his brother before he'd run away, carefree and world-weary at the same time, but conscious of everyone around him.

"Come on," he said finally. "Sirius doesn't like me much, but I'm sure he'd at least talk to me, and I'm sure you're dying to talk to James." Rising up out of his seat, Regulus took a leaf out of Malfoy's book and simply walked to the door, not waiting to see if Harry would follow him. He did, moving so quickly that he had to skid to avoid running straight into him.

"Thank you, Regulus," Harry whispered, and Regulus nodded to him in return. He took him to the Gryffindor tower portrait, and knocked loudly.

"Needn't be that loud, boy!" The portrait's occupant, a sour old man who went by the name of Murphy, snapped at him. "Could have asked me to get someone, no, have to be bashing the doors down at all hours of the day and disturbing good christian folk-"

The portrait's littany of irritability was cut off when the frame swung forward. Peter Pettigrew stood there, looking nervous. "What are you doing here, Black?" he asked, trying to interject something more threatening than a whine into his voice and failing.

"I need to talk to my brother, and Potter, Pettigrew," Regulus said, eyeing Harry. The green-eyed boy's face had contorted into an expression of barely concealed rage, and Regulus wondered who Pettigrew would grow up to be in Harry's time.

"Siri! Jim! Regulus is here." The boy was ratlike in his mannerisms, and way of speaking, and Regulus felt faint disgust.

Almost instantly, Sirius and James appeared behind him, overshadowing him with their immense good looks and icy expressions.

"What do you want, Reg?" Sirius asked, looking for all the world as though seeing his brother were less desireable than stepping in something smelly.

"This is Harry," Regulus said, motioning to the boy who'd gone from murderous rage to shocked and pale in as much time as it had taken Sirius and James to walk across the common room. "He wants to see you guys."

James peered at him, curiously. "You don't half look like my da," he said curiously, and Harry made a choked noise that could have been a laugh.

"Excuse me," he whispered, and turned away, moving a few steps down to the window. Regulus saw him wiping his face, and considered what he'd been told. Not for the first time, he wished he had a better rapport with his brother, or had been sorted into Gryffindor with him. He acted the part of the perfect pure-blooded Slytherin because it was expected of him, but he always wished he'd had the balls to go the way of Sirius.

"Reg, who's that?" Sirius asked, going out into the hallway a bit.

"Harry Potter," Regulus said, and waited for it to get through.

"POTTER?" They both shouted at once, and then were trying to squeeze through the small spaces between the Portrait and Regulus into the hallway. Regulus stepped back, peered into the common room, and then closed the portrait behind them, shutting in the curious stares. He inched closer, and listened to Harry explaining.

"I'm not from this... time," he was saying. "I'm from the future. I came here by accident when a Portus spell went wrong-"

"I'll say," James said. "You were trying to make a portkey, and you ended up in the past? Wow."

"Who are your parents?" Sirius asked, looking awed and amused.

"James and Lily Potter," Harry said, giving a wry smile to James who jumped into the air, whooping with delight.

"You're my kid!" He shouted, and jumped Harry, swinging him around in a playful jig before releasing him and latching onto Sirius. "I have a kid!" He said, louder than before, and nearly knocked Sirius over.

"Gerroff, you tosser!" Sirius said laughingly, pushing him off. James fell over, and glanced at Harry.

"No mistaking those eyes. WOW." His grin threatened to split his face, and Harry was crying again. Regulus, feeling like his job was done, tried to slip away unnoticed. Sirius saw him at once.

"Where are you going, Reggie? This is cause for celebration! You found him?"

"He found me, actually," Regulus said, turning. "Bowled me over running from Malfoy's brat."

"There's more of you?" James asked. "Malfoy... Not Lucius?"

"Unfortunately," Harry said, using Regulus' handkerchief to wipe the evidence of his tears away. "And Narcissa. Nasty, the lot of them."

"Not much changes, then," James said wryly, and climbed to his feet. "Cissy's a real piece of work, but she's got nothing on that bitch Bellatrix. Andromeda was the only decent one out of that side of the family, and I hear she was disowned for marrying a muggle."

"Muggleborn," Sirius, Regulus, and Harry all corrected at once. They shared a look between them, and Harry smiled, feeling more a part of this ragtag group than he ever had in his own time. Even Regulus, who clearly didn't get on well with the Gryffindors.

"Look, I'll let you guys catch up. I've got to go make sure that Sev hasn't killed Malfoy yet."

"Stupid ferret," Harry groused. "Let him get killed."

"Only if it takes Snivellus down too," Sirius said, and Harry was reminded of Snape's worst memory. They were nasty to one another during school, he recalled, to the point where Snape still hadn't gotten over it.

Regulus slipped away, thinking about the smile Sirius had given him.

*

"So tell me what happens in our future," James said, cuddling his future son like a plushie. Harry was all too happy to let him, circled by his friends in the same room - same bed - Harry occupied during his seventh year.

"I... it's not pretty," Harry said finally. "You won't like it. Nothing goes well, and it starts in the eighties, going down hill from there."

"Tell us anyway," Remus said quietly, a carbon copy - if younger - of his older self.

"I was - will be born in '80, end of July. There's a prophecy by that time that says... a boy will be born at the end of july to parents who have thrice thwarted Voldemort. He will be marked as the only one who can defeat Voldemort, as his equal." Harry lifted his fringe, showing off his scar.

"He gave me this on Halloween night, '81. My parents were hiding out at Godric's Hollow, the house under Fidelius, but their Secret-Keeper betrayed them to Voldemort. He came, and killed them, and tried to kill me, but my mum died protecting me. Because she died for me, I was protected with her love, and Voldemort couldn't overcome that. When he cast the killing curse on me, it deflected, and struck him instead. But he'd made himself immortal, and while it killed his body, it didn't kill him. He was gone for the next thirteen years. I faced off against him during most of my time at Hogwarts."

"Where did you go when your parents were killed?" Peter asked, and everyone in the room suddenly remembered at the same time that James and Lily were his parents. Would be his parents in the near future.

"My aunt and uncle's house. They were horrible to me, but they didn't want anything magical in their house, and I never suffered for it, was just... unhappy. I never even knew that I was a wizard until Hagrid showed up and explained it to me. So," he went on briskly. "Voldemort returned to his body my fourth year. At the end of my fifth year... someone very important to me died." From his tone, his listeners knew that it would be someone in that room. "At the end of my sixth, Snape killed Dumbledore. He never got over what you guys did - Sirius." His tone was accusatory. "And he hated you for saving him.. er... James. Since you are dead in my time, he took it out on me. Nothing I did was ever good enough for him."

"What's all this about taking it out on you?" Lily finally spoke up, having been quiet this whole time. She reminded Harry of Hermione and Ginny, and it was odd to see his own bright green eyes looking back at him from a woman who so resembled his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Whatever, he thought, brushing it aside.

"He teaches Potions - or he did when I was at school. And he's head of Slytherin house." This reminded them that these things were thirty years ahead of them, and the questions started again. Harry refused to speak of the fact that Peter betrayed the Potters, or that Sirius went to Azkaban for it, but he mentioned that Remus had a brief stint as DADA teacher, which made him smile.

"Who's head of Gryffindor?" James asked.

"McGonnagal," Harry replied. James laughed.

"Sounds about right," he said. They passed stories about McGonnagal's younger years, and the things she was up to in the future.

"Are you guys...Can you...?" Harry tried to ask if they were animagi already, unable to remember what year they'd managed it, but he didn't know if Lily knew or not.

Lily took her cue, looking at the clock and sighing. "I've got to get to bed. It's almost curfew, and if Madam Cassie catches me out of bed and in the boy's dorm, she'll take fifty points out of me." James released Harry, and caught her by the door. Harry watched them snog quietly for a moment, before turning back to Sirius, who was smiling at him a little sadly. He looked just like Harry remembered from the Pensieve visits. His hair was a bit longer, and his face a bit longer, but still the same.

"Who dies at the end of your fifth year?" He asked quietly. Harry averted his eyes.

"You," he said, just as softly. Peter gasped, Remus looked ready to cry, and Sirius just nodded, accepting it.

"Thank you," he said. James returned, a grin on his face to rival the one he'd shown when Harry'd introduced himself.

"What's all the long faces for? We're here, we're together, we're alive. Let's celebrate!"

"Let's sleep," Remus said firmly. "I don't know about you, but I for one have had enough excitement for today."

"You're too old, Moony," Sirius said teasingly. Harry saw the way they looked at eachother - it was just like the way Lily looked at James, the way Ron looked at Hermione. The revelation was so startling, that he didn't hear James offer to share his bed until they could get Harry somewhere better to sleep. They'd talk to the head-master in the morning, Remus warned, and tell him about Draco Malfoy, and Harry's presence, but Sirius waved him off.

"In the morning, Moony," he said, and snored lightly the next minute. Harry took his shirt off, and laid next to James, clutching at Regulus' handkerchief.

"I'll never understand how he sleeps so quickly," James said, chuckling at his best mate. "He can go from wide awake to a deep sleep in about five seconds, but it takes forever to get him up in the mornings."

"As if you're any better, Prongs," Remus said almost snarkily from his side of the room.

"Guys... James." Harry said suddenly, hearing their nicknames falling so easily from their lips. "I have the Marauder's Map from the future."

Remus laughed quietly. "Figures it'd end up in your hands, Harry," he said, shifting himself in his bed.

"You do?" James asked, lowering his voice so as to not disturb Remus or Peter.

"I have your cloak, too. I wish I'd brought it with me. Or my firebolt. Or anything other than my wand. Especially if Malfoy's here, too. He's trying to kill me. He'll do it, too, I'm sure, if he gets the chance." Harry shivered, and James wrapped his arms around his future son.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," he said threateningly, and Harry fell asleep feeling safer and more comfortable than he had in years.

*

Harry woke to a warm body at his back and a light touch on his body. Not even pausing to consider it, he arched backwards, enjoying the sensation of another person so close to him. The touch became intimate, and Harry gasped, still more asleep than awake. He pushed against the hand automatically, feeling himself hardening against his pants. An answering erection was forming at his backside, and he was momentarily startled by the realization he was in bed with another man. Then the touch began moving insistently, and any protestations he may have made melted away under the gentle caresses. He gasped again, rubbing his arse against the erection behind him. A soft moan, and the person behind him jerked away.

Harry almost whimpered before consciousness returned fully, and he realized who he'd fallen asleep with.

"Ah, jeez, I'm sorry," James said contritely, as far from Harry as he could be without getting off the bed.

"That's... not a problem," Harry said slowly. He'd simply wank it off in the shower, but the fact that it had happened in the first place was ... almost disturbing.

"I thought you were Sirius." James explained, still not meeting Harry's eyes.

"I thought you liked Lily," Harry returned, a little grumpily. James' face flushed.

"I do. Very much. Love her, even, but... it's an old habit. Last year, when he moved in with me, he was... well... unaccustomed to sleeping alone. We started doing it so he'd feel more comfortable. When we got here, we got Remus in on it, too. It doesn't mean anything, it's just.. a way to get off."

"What aren't you saying?" Harry asked him, in a moment of clarity.

"It's Sirius' secret to give or keep," James said, looking serious. "I won't spill it, but given the way you're clutching onto Reggie's handkerchief, he might decide to tell you after all." Changing the subject, James grinned. "So, I didn't see you complaining. You go for blokes?"

Harry's face lit up like a christmas tree. "No, I don't! Well... I didn't. I've had girlfriends."

"So did Pads," James said, wry humour lighting his face. "But you'd never guess it from looking at him now. I bet if we opened the curtains, Siri's bed'd be empty, and Remy's curtains would be closed."

Harry blinked, assimilating this, and peeked out through the curtains. "No," he said, shaking his head. "You're wrong."

"Oh, they stayed apart last night?" James asked, honestly confused.

"No, they're in Sirius' bed." Harry mumbled, his face flaming all over again. James laughed loudly. "You want to wake them up?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry, Harry. The curtains are spelled to silence when they're closed. It's an automatic thing. Peter came up with it last year when he got sick of listening to us. He's... not quite homophobic, but he doesn't like to be subjected to it, you see."

Harry wasn't sure if his face could get any redder than it already was. He already felt like his hair would catch fire if his cheeks got any hotter, but at James' next suggestion, the burn increased.

"So, while you're exploring your way through bi-curiousity, want me to get you off before you get up? Beats doing it on your own." He nearly cackled at his own bad pun.

Well, what have I got to lose? Harry thought, and nodded. "Sure," he said. James grinned, and pushed him back down onto the bed, picking up where he'd left off without hesitating.

"I'll tell you something that'll scar you for life," he said, rubbing Harry through his trousers. "Lily found out, and told us she likes to watch."

James was right; Harry would never get the image of Sirius and his dad wanking one another off while his mother watched out of his head ever again, but then a warm hand was making its way into his jeans, and wrapping around his erection, and it didn't matter any more. A few strokes and he was coming harder then he had in his life, and a whispered spell took care of the evidence. While he was recovering, James unabashedly began stroking himself, eyes closing in pleasure. Harry gathered his scattered wits, and sucked in a deep breath. Gathering his legendary courage, he pushed James' hand away, and took over the job for him. James clearly hadn't been expecting this, but wasn't complaining. Harry's touch was uncertain and clumsy, but no less good for it, and it wasn't long before James was shuddering under his touch. Harry was concentrating on the sensation of another mans cock under his hand, and trying to forget that said other man would grow up and father him one day in the near future. When James finally cried out his release, Harry pulled away and tried to think of ways to get back. Obviously, the spell they'd used to arrive wouldn't work, as there was no telling what had gone wrong in the first place, and attempting to duplicate it might send him out of the time-stream altogether, or it might take him back even further, or fling him farther into the future than he had any right being in.

"What are you thinking of, Harry?" James asked after cleaning himself. He was leaning against the pillows, and ruffling his hair, his wand drawing little ribbons in the air.

"Ways to get back in one piece," Harry answered truthfully. "I'm kind of looking forward to talking to Dumbledore... I mean... he's... well... gone, in my time, and I've missed him."

James gave him a sympathetic look, and straightened his pajama pants, standing and drawing back the curtains. Peter was asleep in the bed that Seamus would one day occupy, and Harry blinked at the fifth, empty bed.

"Are there only four of you here, then?" he asked, and James' face became shuttered.

"There were five, once," he said softly, and didn't elaborate. Harry didn't ask further about the empty bed, but he gave it one last look before following James into the bathroom.

"You can use my brush if you don't mind sharing," James said, back to his usual self. "I can't shower in the morning, but you're welcome to it. Just don't be surprised if Sirius gets in with you - he doesn't mean anything by it. Like I said earlier, we're a free lot, Pete notwithstanding, and you shouldn't take offense to it."

Harry wondered why he'd slept with James if the fifth bed was empty, but didn't ask. Ruffling his hair again for good measure, James walked out, telling Harry to meet him in the common room and they'd go down for breakfast together before going to see Dumbledore. Harry rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash, and took a quick shower to wash away the night's accumulated grime. Drying off with a warm towel, he eyed his clothes warily. He wasn't too keen on wearing the same things he'd just slept in, but as he had nothing else yet, grimaced as he pulled the pants and trousers on. The floor was cold under his feet, and he was startled to see Sirius peeking out at him from the closed curtains of his bed. Harry could see Remus behind him, smiling peacefully, and seemingly still sleeping, and waved quietly. Sirius flashed him a grin.

"Thought you were James for a moment," he said quietly, and the curtains twitched as he released them. A moment later, Sirius clambered out of the bed, fully naked and unashamed. Harry gaped at him for a few moments before Sirius winked. Harry averted his face, and resolutely faced the door until Sirius was gone.

"Jim?" Peter's voice was quiet, and Harry turned to him as he pulled his shirt on.

"No," he all but snarled, and Peter flinched. Unwilling to stay in the room with just Pettigrew and a sleeping Lupin, Harry left, shutting the door as quietly as he could, and stalked down the stairs into the common room.

He saw Lily and James snogging heatedly on the couch, and rolled his eyes. "Do I really have to be subjected to this so early in the morning?" He asked, and James pulled away and grinned. Harry felt his face flush, but James acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"You don't half sound just like Moony on a bad morning," he said teasingly, and Harry sighed. "So, Harry, you need a nickname if you're going to be part of the Marauders. Can't call you Prongs Jr, that'd be too obvious." He muttered to himself, thinking rapidly. Lily smacked his arm.

"He's not going to sneak around and hex Slytherins with you!" she said sternly, reminding Harry again of Hermione. "He's not meant to be here, and you're not going to get him in trouble!"

"I go by Viridis, sometimes," Harry offered. He imagined it being written down somewhere for Hermione to find, and she having kittens about it if he.. when he returned.

"VIRIDIS! It's perfect! For your eyes, is it?" James asked, clearly excited. Harry nodded. "We can call you Viri, for short." He looked gleeful, almost manically so, and Lily smacked him again, leavening some of the expression.

"Speaking of short, do you have any clothes?" Lily asked, realizing that he was still wearing the same thing as yesterday. Harry shook his head. "We'll fix that. Frank's brother Graham is in fourth year, he'll have some things that'll fit, and he won't mind sharing, I'm sure. Graham!" She raised her voice at the end, looking past Harry at the stairs he'd just come down.

Graham was just coming down the stairs into the common room, and Harry was stunned to find himself looking into the eyes of someone who could have been Neville's twin.

"This is Harry... er... well... Potter," Lily was saying. "He needs some clothes, would you mind sparing some?" Harry wandered over, and shook his hand.

"Harry Potter," he said, introducing himself.

"Graham Longbottom. Are you related to Jim?" He had a friendly face, and Harry was suddenly nostalgic. He'd only been here about twenty four hours, but he missed his friends, and wanted to be home.

"Jim? Oh. Yes." He didn't elaborate, however, and Graham didn't press for answers. He did come down with some nice clothes, and when Harry came back down the stairs after putting them on, he got some appreciative whistles.

"You look pretty good, Viri," James said, his grin just short of a leer.

"Thanks, Prongs," Harry shot back. "Better than you, at any rate." James clutched a hand to his chest, and fell over onto Lily's lap.

"OH!" he exclaimed. "A fatal blow!" Lily rolled her eyes, and smirked, pushing him off her lap and onto the floor. "Twice betrayed," James rasped out, feigning an exaggerated death on the carpet. Harry found himself caught up in the easy camaraderie of the common room, and almost forgot that he was looking at his parents. The thought brought tears to his eyes, and he pulled Regulus' monogrammed kerchief out, stroking the letters. Dumbledore had died for want of the locket Regulus had already stolen and hidden away. Harry couldn't bring himself to hate Regulus for it, however, as he'd been instrumental in getting Harry together with his parents. If not for the Slytherin's pushing, he wouldn't have ever made it to Gryffindor tower. Sighing, he realized it was time to go face the music, as it were, and waited for James to remove himself from the floor.

"C'mon, I'm hungry. If you're not ready to leave, I'm going by myself," Harry threatened. Sirius flew down the stairs, looking mussed.

"Don't leave without me," he said, buttoning his shirt as he came down. "I want to walk with you."

"Coming, Lils?" James asked, finally brushing himself off. Lily shook her head.

"I already ate. Will Remus be coming down soon, Sirius? He promised me we could study together today."

"Only you two bookworms would think of studying on a fine saturday such as this," Sirius pronounced firmly, and was rewarded with a glower.

"N.E.W.T.S. are coming up soon, if you recall, you dimwit, and I don't want to be caught unprepared by them."

Sirius stuck his tongue out at her, and was rewarded with a discreet hex that Harry wouldn't even have known about had Sirius not started leaping around and howling like a monkey. "LILLLY!!" He shouted. "UNFAIR! TAKE IT OFF!"

James laughed uproariously, cheering Lily on. After a few moments, Lily took pity on the whimpering Sirius, and undid whatever she'd done, much to his relief.

"SHUT UP!" Remus called down irritably. "Some people are trying to sleep in here still! You know, it being a Saturday and all?" The door slammed, and everyone in the common room shared an embarassed look before breaking out into quiet giggles. Sirius and James fell into step off to either side of Harry, and they entered the Great Hall. Harry paused, looking around, and realized that the tables were arranged differently than he was used to.

"If I head towards the Slytherin table, stop me," he muttered to his companions. James guffawed, and Sirius elbowed him.

"Is that where your table is usually?" He asked, and Harry nodded. The ceiling was the same, however, even if the faces at the teachers table were different. They lead him over to the Gryffindor table, and Harry looked around, wondering how many people he'd come to know in the future.

"So, are you guys already animagi?" Harry asked quietly, casting a muffliato spell discreetly.

"Yes," Sirius said while James choked on his pumpkin juice. "I'd ask how you know, but I guess the answer's a no brainer, huh? Did you know about Remus, too?"

Harry nodded. "He was my third year teacher, remember? He nearly killed me, too, the night you and Remus found the traitor." He clapped a hand over his mouth, and James blinked at him oddly. Sirius, who for all his jokes was quite bright, put two and two together.

"Peter? Peter betrays them to Voldemort?" he hissed, and Harry nodded, miserably.

"They were going to name you as the Secret Keeper, but for whatever reason you convinced them to make it Peter at the last second. No one knew, not even Remus. When they were betrayed, Remus thought you'd done it, and you thought Remus had done it. None of you ever even considered the rat." He was bitter, and angry, but with rights to it, and neither of the older looking boys grudged it to him. James looked pensive at the thoughts of his future. Dying didn't scare him so much as leaving behind his son, whom he already loved more than life itself. A memory from the future, I wonder? he mused, but was grateful when the topic moved to the much safer conversation about animagus forms.

"My patronus is a stag," Harry was saying. "I call him Prongs, after you James, because it's like you're protecting me, even when you're not there."

"You can cast a patronus?" James asked. "A corporeal patronus? Wow. Not even I can."

Harry choked on his laughter. "You guys enchanted mirrors, created the Marauder's map, turned yourself into animagi by fifteen, but can't cast a patronus?" Sirius looked offended.

"I most certainly can," he said. "James can't, neither can Peter, and Remy never tried, not where I could see him, anyway. Mine's a wolf, though." He looked a little smug.

"I'm an animagus, too," Harry revealed. "All three of us are. Oh.. my friends, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Hermione's a carbon copy of Lily," he said, and James and Sirius groaned.

"Always fussing about school work?" they asked in unison. "Never lets you hex the Slytherins? Always got the highest marks in any class?"

"Got it in one," Harry said. "She's so smart, she figured out the transformation. She turns into an owl, and Ron into a squirrel, which he hates, and I turn into a big black cat."

"I'd love to go out with you one night. Maybe we'll convince Remus to change in the Forest again, and we'll get together."

Sirius nodded at James' suggestion. "Actually, I think a squirrel would be perfect," he said absently.

"Oh?" Harry asked, munching happily on toast.

Another nod, and Harry found James' leg pressed up against his under the table. He flushed, but ignored it. "Yeah, think about it. No one pays any attention to squirrels, and they're so small, he could get into just about anything, and probably spy on people."

Harry nodded. "I don't think any of us ever thought of that," he said thoughtfully, and wondered if he should pull his leg away from James. Moving, however, would bring him closer to Sirius, and he wasn't sure which one of them was the lesser of two evils, and didn't shift.

When they were through eating, Harry dispelled the muffliato voicelessly, and the trio wandered out into the hallway.

"Do you know where Dumbledore's office is?" Harry asked the two older students. They nodded in unison.

"We've been there often enough," James said, grinning.

"Good times, good times," Sirius tacked on, reminding Harry of Fred and George. Another wave of nostalgia swept through Harry, but he shoved it aside by gripping the handkerchief in his pocket.

Harry sent a patronus to Dumbledore as a messenger, warning him that they were on their way, and James ooh'ed appreciatively. "It looks just like me!" he exclaimed happily.

"Yes, well, considering we only saw the back end of it, I think you're right, Prongs," Sirius said, and Harry had to throw himself forward or be caught between them as James lunged for his friend growling. Harry laughed, stumbling against the wall, and turned to watch them attempt to pummel eachother. Both gained the upper hand several times, and it wasn't until Sirius looked up, and grinned that they stopped. It wasn't a nice grin.

"Snivelly!" He exclaimed, and the two of them burst apart, on their feet and flanking Harry once more.

"Look at you," Severus sniffed, looking disdainful. "Brawling in the corridors like a bunch of rejected convicts." Draco Malfoy was beside him, smirking at Harry, and Regulus was on Malfoy's other side looking a little nervous. This wouldn't end well, and he knew it.

"Well, Snivellus," James said, looking haughty. "At least we're not stinking the place up with our foul greasy arses." Snape's eyes flashed angrily, but he made no move against them. "Scared, Snape?" he went on, pressing for a fight.

Regulus tried to catch Harry's eye, wanting to talk to him privately before an all out war broke out in the hall. Harry was fixated on Malfoy, however, and Malfoy's smirk never wavered once.

"Professor, I know how much you loathe them, but we're wasting time here, and I did so want breakfast in the Great Hall again before I left." Malfoy's icy drawl was nothing short of irritating, and Harry silently cursed him for interrupting the morning's good mood. Malfoy drew his wand faster than any of them could see, and had the words out of his mouth faster than Harry would have thought possible. The last thing he saw was a brilliant green light explode out of Malfoy's wand, and the accompanying spell.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

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*blinks* Oh, look at that, a cliffie. Looks like you'll have to review more if you like it. *dangles the next chapter like a lure*

Please review? I asked nicely. ^_^ It will get to H/D eventually. Like I told my girlfriend. These are just the beginning steps to their relationship. Someone pointed out that they hate it when Harry and Draco go, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I love you, let's fuck!" So it's going to be, "I hate you, I hate you, I kinda don't hate you, Alright, I kinda like you, I like you a lot, I really love you," etc. XDD