Summer with the Dursleys

Chapter 5 The Altered Past

The grounds were dark. People scurried around fearfully trying to find loved ones.

“Where are the champions?”

“They’ve vanished!”

“What’s happening, where are Diggory and Potter?”

A hushed silence followed those words, and then panicked screams. Suddenly a mass exodus of wizards and witches seeking escape from the Hogwarts grounds, surged forward off the magical benches. Those not attempting to leave flooded toward the Tri-Wizard Maze seeking the missing champions.

Over the growing paranoia and unrest, a clear powerful voice brought about a sudden pause in the frightened chatter.

“Calm yourselves!” Dumbledore called across the dark lawns and stadium benches.

Every eye turned on the elderly wizard all ceased their restless movements. The Head Master nodded at his professors as well as those with the Ministry placed to supervise the Tri-Wizard event. He waved his wand and the enlarged hedges shrank down until merely two feet in height.

“Please everyone Remain in your seats and allow my colleges and me to thoroughly search the area.” The respected head master continued. “I am sure we….”

“CRACK!”

Dumbledore paused at the sound all attention drawn to the moaning dark hair wizard.

“It’s Potter!”

“Is Cedric with him?”

“He’s dead!”

A sudden panic murmured across the dark lawns.

“DIGGORY’S DEAD!” Someone called.

“Oh Dear, Dumbledore, Cedric is dead, his father’s heading this way.”

Unnoticed to the shocked and terrified onlookers a short wizard in a dark cape approached, one of the Auors, nudging him firmly.

The Auror eyed him pointedly, and then followed leaving the other ministry members. They walked swiftly through the main gate and down the path leading toward the great wizarding school.

The Auror stopped abruptly he did not want to follow this ‘rat’ any further. “This better be important!” He snapped in a low growling voice.

“When you are called come or you will pay for it.” He handed over a vile with a dark liquid in it. “Drink!”

“What is it?” The grizzled haired wizard sniffed the potion.

“I will not take you to him in this form, drink or I will leave and tell him you refused.”

Mad-eye stared shortly, and then threw his head back guzzling the thick contents. Instantly he felt the sickening clench in his guts, his body reverting to its normal state, painfully. Moody threw his hands over his mouth, his breath visible in the summer evening. The old man collapsed his wooden leg forced off a new one stretching to replace it. He moaned aloud despite his effort to keep quiet.

Wormtail looked around anxiously. “Hurry up they are coming!” He urged, glaring at the death eater returned and then pulled his travel companion up wrapping his arm around his shoulder. A familiar voice sent a chill through his spine, at his side that greasy haired bastard.

“So I see this is how it was done.” Dumbledore stated serenely next to him Snape his wand directed at the pair.

“Do not move.” The potions master ordered specifically emphasizing each word, his dark eyes trained on the Death Eater imposter swaying sickly next to a hooded man.

The head master step forward his wand in his hand almost casually as if it were a nice summer stroll. Although a cold chill hung in the air his breath puffing out in tiny white clouds with each exhale.

“This is over there is much that we need to discuss come along quietly and no one need be hurt.” In his shadow, Professor Snape followed.

The swaying wizard finally grinned; squeezing his companion firmly, his shorter companion smiled beneath his dark hood preparing to leave knowing the taller male would lend a hand.

“You will not make it; do not force me to kill you.” Dumbledore stated calmly his blue eyes twinkling despite the dark path, all four wizards staring at each other.

“CRACK!” “WHOOSH!”

The pair disapparate at the same moment Dumbledore cast his spell, fortunately for the Death Eaters a Dementor swooped down as well. Dumbledore’s spell hit the creature; it fell dead instantly in a dark bundle.

“Dam!” Severus swore.

“Remain calm Severus.” Dumbledore walked to the area where the imposter had lane picking up the small vile and wood leg.

“Severus we must go to Professor Moody’s office immediately.”

The potion master gazed down as well, watching the magical blue eye spin dizzyingly of its own accord.

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Harry woke to the sounds of Dudley talking loudly with someone in the hall, his door shut, however his cousin has a high nerve grating voice for Harry difficult to ignore. He sat up, holding his head trying to piece together what had happen retrieving his glasses from his beside desk. The almond shape green eyes blinked wildly several times, his mouth gapped in an “O”.

Fisting his eyes to clear them Harry gawked around his bedroom completely transformed. Draco Malfoy entered with Dudley standing in the doorway flushed face and sweaty.

“Well, I will be sure to ask Potter if he would like to go, if so count me in as well.” Draco added his face a little flushed trying to shake off the muggle teen. He then stops short noticing Harry watching his entry.

“Potter your up, how do you feel?”

“What?” Harry said his mind suddenly blank staring at his Hogwarts nemesis. His cousin cast him a scathing glare, before rolling his eyes back on the Slytherin.

Draco step around a large overstuffed forest green and black couch that sat facing a charming mahogany claw footed coffee table etched along the darker edge in silver. The space Harry’s wardrobe had occupied the previous day has a miniature decorative stone fireplace with faces of wizards and witches holding wands outstretched in tiny hands, or looking toward the sky at stone and jeweled constellations. The fixture stretched directly up into his ceiling like a petrified tree branching across the ceiling overhead and forking out around the border of the room.

Harry’s gazed upward quickly then back at his cousin who had ventured in a couple of steps, looking around apprehensively.

“Potter are you alright?” The blond questioned again, only focused on Harry, he sat on the end of the bed, as far as Harry can tell the only thing he recognized in this ‘remodeled’ room.

Harry swallowed hard expecting Dudley to start screaming at the obvious magic the room has undergone. For one terrifying moment, he considered if he had actually caused the vast changes in his no longer tiny living space.

“I’m…uhm..ok..sort of.” The Gryffindor stammered at last.

“Good, glad to hear it.” Draco responded, smiling at Harry before turning back to Dudley who now stared fixedly at the large hunter green trunk. “Dudley if there isn’t anything more happy day trip.” Draco dismissed him ready to speak with Harry alone.

Harry glanced at Draco. ‘Why is he here, what were he and Dudley talking about? I bet he’s up to something.’ The green eyes narrowed flicking back on his cousin.

“Alright then, uhh…” Dudley shifted back and forth his eyes between Draco and the green crate. “I hope you will think it over, ok.” He waved and shuffled out the room.

“WAIT!” Harry called suddenly sparing one glance at Draco whose brow creased for delaying the oversize teen. “I want to go, where are you going?” Harry said this scrambling out the bed startled by the emerald green pajama bottoms hanging loosely on his hips.

“Piss-off you’re not coming with!” Dudley snapped.

“Please!” Harry amended urgently, not wanting to be alone with the sneaky Slytherin. “I won’t be a bother, I’ll behave.” He nodded wide-eyed at his cousin. He knew only if Dudley agreed would he have a chance convincing his uncle.

“NO!” The blond boxer shouted stomping out this time he did not forget to close the door, slamming it hard as Harry approached.

The Gryffindor stared at the shut door, the sound ringing in his ears. Then fuming at his thickheaded cousin he grabbed the doorknob determined to get through to the big oaf.

“Dudley wait!” Harry pulled the door when a drawing voice so very familiar caused him to turn facing the annoying user.

“Get a grip Potter.” Draco snapped.

“Get a grip! What are you doing in my house?”

“You always are so short tempered, I can’t image why.” Draco stood; Harry cringed glancing around the unfamiliar room thinking about his wand.

Harry flushed gripping his hands at his side while the Slytherin walked over to his blasted trunk near the fireplace converted wardrobe. “Go to hell Malfoy! Where is my wand?” He snarled at the blonde’s back.

Draco ignored the insult fishing out the Gryffindor wand and shutting the lid. He stood fixing his face before he turned toward the green-eye kid, approaching cautiously with the wand out stretched before him.

“I don’t want or need your wand Potter, take it.” He said offering it to the bespectacled teen.

Harry stared surprised by the gesture then snatched his wand aiming it at the intruder. “I want answers now. Why are you here? Who sent you? What are you after? Voldemort behind this isn’t he?”

Draco blinked several times then laughed completely loosing his head; it had been so long since he had seen that angry glare.

“I’m serious!” Harry snapped blushing and gripping his wand tighter the longer Draco continued to laugh pink faced and snorting. “Shut up!” He yelled finally fed up with the impossible situation. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” Harry took several steps toward the unarmed wizard pointing his wand at Draco’s chest.

Still blushing with a dazzling smile curving his full lips Draco raised both hands. “I am unarmed Potter.” Draco said eyeing his schoolmate. “Put that away and we will talk.”
He added lowering his hands waiting for Harry to do the same.

There were a few moments indecision emerald-eyes staring at smoky grey then Harry lowered his wand. “Why are you here?”

“Why else Potter the Head Master sent me.” Draco reached in his pocket pulling out a pocket watch staring at the hands.

Harry shook his head; he could not believe that of all people Malfoy. “I don’t believe you, why would Professor Dumbledore send you?”

“Believe what you want Potter, we do not have a lot of time.” Draco turned on his heel walking back to his great trunk, which open for him automatically. “How else would I get in here unless Dumbledore told me your address? You do realize he is your secret keeper?”

“Secret keeper?” Harry looked even more confused. “What do you mean Professor Dumbledore is the secret keeper for Privet Drive and what do you mean the head master sent you?” Harry felt his stomach twist in angry knots, the less information he received. He wanted answers and the blond git did not seem ready to tell him anything.

To Harry’s further dissatisfaction Draco’s trunk decided to fill the moments of silence between the two school mates. “What an incorrigible child. Still with the endless questions, quite annoying young master. How can you tolerate such an insolent person?”

Harry’s wand pointed viciously at the trunk he bared his teeth yelling at the same moment Draco addressed the trunk.

“You stupid box!” Harry growled

“Trunk, mind Master Potter.” Draco admonished, the box opened silently, its over sized eyes looking up at the ceiling.

Harry gapped astonished by the order. “What did you just say?” He lowered his wand staring at the blonde’s profile.

“It doesn’t matter Potter.” Draco said pulling through the contents withdrawing a silvery invisibility cloak. “We need to train.”

The Gryffindor swallowed hard feeling a blush creep up his face; however, at his words the questions flooded forward again, although he spoke softer than before. “What are you talking about train, for what?” The dark hair teen shifted nervously then ventured asking the most foreboding question. “Has something happen is Voldemort involved?”

“Yes and no.” The blond said distractedly lifting muggle clothes out of his trunk and tossing them to Harry. “Get dressed.”

Harry caught the jeans and tee shirt dropping them to the floor and quickly stripping out of his pajama pants and pulling on the dark pants. “What do you mean yes and no? Tell me what’s going on.” Harry complained.

With considerable effort, Draco did not stare as Harry shred his clothes sans underwear and pulled on the nicely fitting blue jeans. Instead, he thought about the last time he and Harry was together, to him it was a lifetime ago. He stood stepping slowly toward Harry assessing him carefully. There was so much to tell him, but would this Harry Potter believe him, can he just speak the truth and still help him accomplish what needs to be done? He decided to move carefully, protecting Harry from self-destruction is the highest priority for the time being.

“This is not for you Potter I am here to help you save Dudley.”

“What, my cousin?” Harry blinked backing away until his back touch his bedroom door.

“Something will happen this summer Potter and Dudley Dursley will die, it is up to you to protect him.”

[TBC]

A.N. So sorry for the late update, RL hit me like a dirty dildo o,O from a smelly coochie.. D: I hope you enjoy the update *~hugs~*