TIME LINE

July 31st 1981 Harry Born

October 31st 1982 Death Voldemort, Lily and James Potter

September 1st 1992 Start Hogwarts

December 23rd 1972 Date arrive back in time

 

<......> Parseltongue

 

 

Harry Potter gasped then screamed in pain as Malfoy's spell hit him, the first split second had felt a lot like when Dudley had thrown him head first into a wall the previous summer and the next five seconds felt like his insides had been ripped out then put back but all the wrong way. It was enough to make a person throw up so he did, all over a pair of purple boots and a long red and green robe.

"Are you alright my boy?" The headmaster's familiar voice said from above him.

"Did anyone get the name of that bus."

He heard the headmaster laugh, "Muggleborn then."

"Of course not Headmaster, my parents were both wizards, you placed with the bloody muggles. Left on the doorstep one day with a frigging note."

"I'm afraid to say young man that I neither know what you are going on about or who you are."

Harry had jumped to his feet and had his wand out before the headmaster had finished speaking, if there was one thing he had learnt from the Moody impersonator in his fourth it was constant vigilance. If the headmaster didn't recognise him then things could go very wrong in a very short period of time. He wobbled slightly but tightened his muscles, unwilling to show weakness in the face of a potential enemy.

His glasses had been lost in his travels so the headmaster was nothing but a red and green blur with a white beard and hair. But months of training with Snape in using magic without his glasses, lessons that had not helped their relationship in any way, shape or form, meant he was still confident.

"Who are you?"

"Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school."

"Where are we?"

"Hogwarts." Harry had already known that but he needed it confirmed, the familiar feeling of the ancient magic that filled the school had been there as soon as the pain had stopped.

"School of magic?"

"Yes my boy, now would you please tell me who you are?"

"One more question headmaster, what year is it?"

It was quiet for a long time and Harry sure that if he'd been able to see the old man’s face then it would have held confusion in the blue eyes but still a smile. "1972."

"I am going to kill that little ferret," Harry swore and sank against the wall, his abused muscles giving up the ghost.

"I think you should tell me your name then we'll get you to the infirmary," Dumbledore said as he plucked the dark wand from the young wizard's now loose grip, the youth had obviously been trained well.

"Harry James Potter, the bloody-brat-who-lived-and-kept-on-living, as my Potions Master calls me when I explode one of his cauldrons."

"Any relation of James Potter?" He asked as he conjured a stretcher and laid the youth on it.

"His son," Harry said and unconsciousness claimed the youth, Dumbledore sighed and started towards the infirmary, the stretcher floating by his side. He supposed that the youth asking what year it was made more sense now and the youth looked too tired to lie to him.

"Albus are you injured?" Madame Pomfrey asked as they came in.

"I'm fine Poppy but could you please check out this young man," he requested, indicating the youth on the stretcher. The Medi-witch moved over to the stretcher and quickly moved the youth to a bed.

"What happened to him?"

"I don't know, I was hoping you could tell me. Do a general work up on him then I need to know what relation to James Potter he is."

Poppy nodded, "It'll take about an hour for everything."

Albus nodded and made his way back to his office, wondering who the young man was and hoping that he was either a member of the light or even just a neutral in the war, he didn’t need Voldemort to gain more supporters.

Just over an hour later, which had been spent doing boring but necessary paperwork, he returned to the infirmary to find Poppy sat writing at his desk.

"How is our guest?"

"Apart from being slightly underweight, he seems to be a healthy boy in his late teens. I ran the parental tests from the blood samples we took last easter to find out if anyone is disguised using polyjuice, James Potter is father and as far as I can tell Lily Evan is his mother."

"That would be because they were my parents," a tired voice said from their left. Both men looked up to see the youth leaning against the wall.

Poppy nodded, "But there is something in your magical DNA that I don't recognise, something that none of my spells do, but I can work out later what exaclty it is, for now you should be back in bed."

Harry nodded and walked slowly back over to the bed, climbing in and wrapping the blanket tight around himself. "I suppose you have questions now?"

Albus nodded, "Quite a few."

"I’ll answer what I can but you must understand that I can't tell you what has happened in the future."

"I understand my boy. Can you tell me what happened just before you came back here?"

"I got into a duel with another student, we’ve been fighting since the day we met. We duel pretty often, get stopped before anyone wins and we carry on with life. He threw a spell at me, I couldn’t dodge it, it was too wide spread and I tried to shield but it didn’t work. It felt like I was ripped apart on the inside then I was here throwing up on you, sorry about that."

"It"s quite fine my boy, how old are you?

"Seventeen."

"When did you come back from?"

"It was December 23rd 1998."

"You’ve come back exactly twenty six years then, I take it you are in your seventh year?"

"Yes, doing NEWTS in DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Care of magical creatures and two electives in duelling and healing, the teachers do them in the evenings."

"What house are you in?"

"Gryffindor."

"I will run some tests on you, try to find out what spell was used on you to send you back here. You will have to take some tests to make sure you at the correct level to continue your education as a seventh year. I'm afraid you will have to be resorted but I'm sure you’ll end in the right place.

"As for the time travel, time likes to be in a line and more than likely you will be thrown back into your own time before we find out how to do it."

Harry nodded, he knew quite a bit about time travel, after Sirius’ death he had read everything he could get hands on that would alternatively kill Voldemort or bring Sirius back. Time travel had been the biggest thing he had read about, hoping that there was some way he could go back and save Sirius but he kept coming to paradoxes. If he went back to save Sirius then he wouldn’t have to do the reading so wouldn’t save Sirius and his godfather would die again.

"You’ll need a few days bed rest, so I will see you in a few days Harry."

Harry nodded and quickly started drifting back to sleep, he knew it would be hard to be at school with his parents, Sirius, Remus, Snape without telling them what would happen, how they could save themselves.

++++

"Welcome back everyone, I hope you’ve all had a good christmas. I would like you to all meet Harold Ballard, he is transferring from the Saacks school of wizardry in Australia."

Harry walked down the middle of the hall and took a seat on the stool for the second time in his life. The first years had already been sorted and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this again. But he sat still as the sorting hat was placed on his head.

<Mmmmm, another Potter, lots of information in here>

~Thank you I work hard to get it all to stay in there~

<You could be placed in whatever house you wish>

~Not Gryffindor please~ he pleaded, not sure he could face being around his father, Sirius and Remus when they were so small and not shout everything out in the common room, saving them all.

<Well if not Gryffindor then I think you would do best in> “SLYTHERIN”

Harry sighed and stood up, handing the hat back to a younger McGonagoll and slowly made his way to sit with the other seventh year Slytherin’s. The hat had always wanted to put him there and now it had finally succeeded. He sat beside a youth with long black hair and started picking at the food when it arrived.

"I'm Sevilen Snape."

"Harry Ballard," he said and shook hands with the other boy, wondering how this Snape was related to his Potion’s Master.

"Do you like Potions?"

"I'm taking it as N.E.W.T. but my professor doesn’t like me, I struggle to make a good grade in his class even with perfect potions in class and essays."

"Don't worry Professor Trussau is fair, he’s one of the few teachers who still treat Slytherins fairly. Potions is my favourite subject but I'm not as good as my little brother, Severus, he is only in second year and already at the OWL level."

"You must be very proud of him."

"We are, he will serve our lord well."

Harry nodded, wondering once again why Severus Snape had joined the deatheaters. He sighed and continued picking at his food, he wasn’t realy that hungry. After the meal they got a very familiar speech then Sevilen led him back to the common room.

+++

Lucius Malfoy sat in the common room, he had come into his inheritance over the Christmas holiday and could feel the unfinished bond deep inside of him, thrumming to be completed. It had got even stronger since his return to school and he knew that his mate was at Hogwarts, he just hoped it wasn’t a Hufflepuff. He hadn't gone to the feast because he wasn’t ready to face all those hormonal bags of bones when he had only limited control over his attraction.

Lucius had turned eighteen over the christmas holidays and his Veela heritage had kicked in, it had taken him most of the Holidays to get even the start of control over his powers. He looked up as his house mates appeared, cursing under his breath, he had been planning to already be in his room before they came back.

"Are you okay Lucius?" Sevilen asked only seconds before a slim body was in his lap and soft licks inter spaced with small nips were covering his neck.

Lucius looked up at his friend then back down at the body in his lap, feeling in no way the need to remove it from where it was. "Luc turn down the lust," Sevilen demanded as he tried to pull the other youth from Lucius’ lap.

Lucius caught the first scent of the boy in his lap and growled menacingly at Sevilen until the taller man had backed away. Lucius wrapped both arms tightly around the slim body and pushed the black head against his throat. "My lust is under control Sev, no-one else is attacking me, he’s my mate."

Lucius met onyx eyes and held them until his friend nodded, "His name is Harry Ballard, he is a transfer from a school in Australia, an expert in DADA."

The blonde nodded and stood, the slim body clung to him and Lucius couldn't believe how little his mate weighed. "Mine," Lucius whispered against the brown neck as he carried him from the common room to his bedroom.

Lucius arrival in his room activated the automatic locking and silencing charms that had been on the room since he had moved into it the previous year. He smiled at the limp form on the bed and decided it was time to claim what was his.

A simple spell stripped them both, revealing to him a thin tanned body, layers of long thin muscle covered in perfect skin. Lucius wasted no time in pouncing on the smaller boy, pinning long limbs as he found a small mouth and like pirates of old, plundered it.

Thankfully Harry, his mate just whimpered and tried to grind as much of his body against Lucius’ own as he could. The blonde moved his mouth to Harry’s neck, biting and nibbling at the smooth skin, the sounds Harry were making were beautiful and making his already hard cock, even harder. “Please let me go, let me touch you,” Harry begged.

Lucius just grinned and pinned Harry’s hands to his sides while he moved down a defined chest to tease first one nipple then the other before licking down a muscular stomach until he could tease his mate’s hard cock. He barely touched the hard cock smiling at Harry’s gasp, he spent a few minutes licking and chewing on his mate’s balls before going lower and tasting the other boy’s hole.

“Whaaa?” the dark haired boy gasped then let out a moan, “Deeper, pleeeaaassseee.”

Lucius chuckled as he summoned a jar of lubricant that Sev’s little brother had made him, the twelve year old had been selling it since his arrival, all good quality stuff. He had the edible version because he enjoyed loosening his lovers with his tongue. Still licking around the sensitive entrance, the blond inserted one then two and finally three fingers in to his mate.

Sitting up slightly, Lucius watched his smaller mate writhe on his fingers, “Please, in me please.”

Lucius could never ignore anyone begging and this was one request he didn’t want to ignore, he lifted tanned thighs to his shoulders and in one motion thrust into the smaller boy. Harry let out a scream but Lucius could tell it was mainly pleasure not pain and started fucking his mate as hard as he could.

The blond could already feel his Veela magic starting to bind them together, reacting with Harry’s Veela blood. It didn’t take long before he was coming deep in his mate, pushing the smaller boy over the edge as their bond was finished, knocking both of them out.

Lucius’ last thought was that his mate sure was a little thing.

+++

Harry woke with a headache and an arse that felt like it was on fire, he rolled out of a film of blonde hair as it all came rushing back to him. He had jumped Lucius Malfoy, he had had the stuffing royally fucked out of him by Lucius Malfoy, it was enough to make him wish Voldemort was there to kill him. Harry opened his eyes and let out an ear piercing scream, he hadn’t actually meant it.

"Lucius your little bed partner seems a bit confused."

Harry was just staring at Voldemort, here in Hogwarts, inside the wards then saw him walk through a box and sighed a sigh of relief. It was only a hologram, only a hologram. He calmed down, this was not what he needed, a visit from Voldemort while he was trying to work out why he was in bed with Lucius Malfoy.

"Not just a bed partner Master, you know I am Veela and he is my mate."

Harry span to stare at Lucius so quick he almost gave himself whiplash, "Mate, how can I be your mate, a Veela’s mate has to be at least part Veela."

"You aren’t?" the blonde asked in confusion.

"No, two totally human wizarding parents. But then she did say but no he wouldn’t have, would he?"

“Harold?” Lucius asked.

“Just Harry and I was in a duel with a student at my last school, he threw a spell at me that left me unconscious. The nurse said she found something strange in my magical DNA, something she didn’t recognise and none of her spells could either.”

Voldemort looked at Harry, the boy who lived threw extra occumencly shields, he wasn’t taking any chances with Voldemort finding out what he knew. “You will bring your mate to the next meeting Lucius so he may be welcomed to our group. I expect you to explain everything to your mate before then. I also need you to tell Sevilen that I need a new batch of his potions from him.”

“I will Master.”

With a nod, Voldemort vanished and Harry felt grey eyes turn back to him but before he could ask any of the questions that were on his mind, Lucius’ lips met his and he had melted into the bed.

+++

Harry groaned as he woke up, his head ached and he felt like there was a rug in his mouth. It took him a few seconds to remember that he was in 1972 and the arm over his waist was that of his mate : Lucius Malfoy. It had been a month since he had been thrown back in time and he still sometimes forgot when he first woke up. The previous evening Sevilen had got some butterbeer and fire whiskey so they could throw a party for their one month anniversary.

Both he and Lucius had got very drunk before collapsing into bed which explained the reason that for the first time since his sorting into Slytherin his arse wasn’t aching. He had been in the past for just over six weeks now and was no closer to working out how to get back to his own time, not that he really wanted to go back that much. He might have been in Slytherin and mated to Lucius Malfoy but he wasn’t the boy-who-lived and he had a lover who would kill for him.

He had yet to meet Voldemort and thankfully the link between them wasn’t active, after their mating they had had to tell the rest of the school and Madame Pomfrey had checked his DNA, she didn’t know what the unknown bit was but it definitely wasn’t Veela. It had actually been Sevilen who had given them a theory that needed exploring the previous night, luckily before they had all got too drunk to remember it.

XXXXX FLASH BACK XXXX

Harry was rather comfortable considering he was laying with his head in Lucius Malfoy’s lap, although it was getting harder to remember that the blonde was Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort’s right hand man and not just Lucius Malfoy, his mate and lover.

“I had a thought,” Sev said from the sofa opposite them. Harry had found that Sevilen was a good friend and in proximately had learnt that, as a twelve year old Severus Snape wasn’t all that bad. He was just glad that at twelve while he had heard of various pranks pulled by the Mauraders, they had yet to start pranking the school on a whole.

“Did it hurt much?” Narcissa asked. Harry found it hard to talk to Narcissa, knowing that by his coming back he had changed history, maybe even written Draco Malfoy right out of existence. She was also the sister of Bellatrix, the first time he had seen the fifth year, he had nearly cursed her but resisted. Because Narcissa was a friend of both Lucius and Sevilen so he tolerated her.

“Ha-bloody-ha ‘Cissa, no I was thinking about how Harry there could be Luc’s mate.”

“Well then tell us oh great one,” Lucius said sarcastically when the other boy stopped, his free hand moving to run through Harry’s hair.

“We checked and found out that he wasn’t any of the species that can mate with a Veela,” Sevilen paused and they all nodded their heads, hanging off his every word, “But what if you aren’t just one of those creatures but a mixture of them-”

“Wouldn’t Madame Pomfrey had known that?” Harry interrupted.

“Yeah but she said the anomaly was in your magically DNA not your blood,” Sevilen said like it should explain everything, the three of them just stared at him confusion. The dark haired boy let out a long suffering sigh before speaking again, “Say Harry’s great-great-great grandfather was Were and had a child with a Veela, their child would be half of each and if that child then had a child with a Nymph, you would have a Nymph/Were/Veela mix.

“If the line from that point was all human and finally reached Harry, the non-human aspects would be purely in the blood, he wouldn’t have any powers of the Nymph, Were or Veela but he would probably have some of the physical attributes, maybe white hair like a Veela or the amber eyes of a Were. Madame Pomfrey would have been able to identify the blood in his system no problem.

“What I think happened is that the same amount of non-human blood was changed into his power or maybe the spell was supposed to change his blood but instead changed his magic. I don’t think Madame Pomfrey can identify it because his blood insists he’s human, even though his magic isn’t.”

It was silent for a few seconds while they all absorbed what the elder Snape had said before Harry spoke, “Sev you’re a genius.”

Sevilen just beamed and demanded another butterbeer, “So what we need to do is find an aura identification spell rather than a species identification spell that Madame Pomfrey used.”

Harry took another sip of his drink, he wasn’t sure exactly sure what it was but it tasted kind of like peaches. In the time since his arrival, Lucius had taken it upon himself to buy Harry an entire new wardrobe and teach him about the pure blood traditions and tastes. His thoughts wandered idly as he realised that Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagoll where the only woman and teachers that they always used their titles on. But he supposed that was on of the things that Lucius had been teaching him, that to Pure Bloods women were a fragile thing, to be protected and looked after. They definitely held great respect for women.

“We can look tomorrow,” Lucius said and leaned down for a kiss, Harry grinned and wrapped an arm around the pale neck, ignoring the yells for them to stop from their friends.

XXXX End Flashback XXXX

“Are you up yet?” A far too cheerful voice called through the door, interrupting Harry from his musing.

“Go away, I’m dying, come back when I’m dead,” Lucius said back quietly, pulling Harry closer and nuzzling his neck.

“I have hangover cure,” Sevilen called out.

Lucius groaned and turned to stare at their wands sat on the other side of the room, they would have to get up to put down the wards. Harry smiled at Lucius’ groan and lifted his hand up until he could feel the wards and with a twist brought them down, “Come in Sev.”

Harry left his hand in the air until it was filled with a small vial, he swallowed it down quickly, grimacing at the taste. he had only drank it once before, the morning after he turned sixteen, after the twins had taken him out to celebrate, Hermione had made that one. He missed his friends, he missed Hermione bugging him about homework, although Sev did a good job of it and he missed Quidditch, none of them were on the team.

“Why did you wake us?” Lucius asked his friend as he felt the potion starting to work, he reached over and found his mate’s glasses, holding them until he had kissed Harry’s soft lips before placing the small metal frames on that cute little nose. Unable to resist he leaned in kissed Harry’s nose before rolling out of bed, not caring that he was naked, both Harry and Sev had seen it all before.

He walked over to his wand and frowned when he saw that both of their wands were there, he had assumed Harry had had his on him to open the wards. Lucius frowned and decided not to show Sev how powerful Harry was, he didn’t want to put his mate in any kind of danger and in order to do wandless magic you had to be very powerful. The blonde would discuss it with his dark haired lover soon.

Lucius looked over to Sev, waiting for an answer to his question and found the dark haired boy staring at his mate like he was the next thing on the menu. Opening his senses, Lucius groaned when he felt the subtle lust and attraction coming off his mate. Keeping his own attraction under control meant that he couldn’t sense other Veelas unless they at least three-quarter Veela and now he had his mate, he didn’t need to have his attraction on.

It didn’t take him long to realise that Harry had no control over his lust and that normally it was so little no-one noticed but once you got him naked you had all that tanned skin over layers of muscles. “Sev stop staring at him, you’re fucking straight.”

Sev blinked and shook his head, “What?”

“Harry get dressed before he goes off on us again.”

Harry looked confused but dressed in black trousers and a long sleeve emerald green jumper, one of the many outfits Lucius had bought for his mate. He loved dressing the smaller boy up, truthfully he just loved the smaller boy.

“No underwear love?” Lucius asked as he pulled on some trousers.

“No point, you usually end up ripping them off anyway.”

Sev chuckled as Lucius moved so he was stood behind Harry, one hand covering each cheek, he leaned over and whispered into one delicate ear, “It isn’t my fault you have such a delectable arse.” Lucius licked his lover’s ear before biting the lobe, making Harry moan.

“Guys, later, we have to get to Hogesmeade, we have an important meeting.”

Lucius felt his mate go stiff and could almost smell the fear coming off the younger boy. He had learnt that his mate was six months younger than him and seemed to be able to say Voldemort’s name without fliniching like many others couldn’t but was scared of meeting the man.

“It’ll be okay Harry, you’re my mate and when I take his mark I will enter his inner circle, you won’t be harmed.”

Harry nodded jerkily, “I know but I’ve heard so much about him, I’m scared.”

“You’ll be fine love, fine,” Lucius said but got the feeling that there was something he mate wasn’t saying something, he didn’t push him yet, his mate hadn’t put either of them in danger yet and until he did, Harry could have his secrets.

+++

Hogesmeade hadn’t changed much, Harry thought as he walked down the main street, his hand firmly in Lucius’ larger one. It felt strange to walking anywhere holding anyone’s hand, add to the fact that it Lucius Malfoy and he was firmly in the land of the strange and weird. But it felt right, Lucius felt like home in a way no-one or no thing had felt before.

There was him, Lucius, Sevilen and a Ravenclaw seventh year that his mate had introduced as Rafiq Zabini, Harry assumed it was Blaise Zabini’s father. It seemed all four of them were off to see Voldemort and he had no idea what was going to happen. If had been his normal meeting with Voldemort, he would have at least been comfortable knowing the other wizard was just going to try and kill him.

They went to the Hogshead and Sevilen pulled a small pouch, “Just say Dacotas, study,” he said to Harry.

“We go through together,” Lucius said, he hadn’t spent that long away from his mate since they had mated and he didn’t want to take the chance that his mate got lost.

Harry just shrugged and moved so he was stood in front of Lucius, he let the blonde throw in the powder and shout out their destination then relaxed in strong arms, trusting his mate to look after him. It seemed to take forever but they finally let the floo system, landing in a pile on the floor.

“Elegant Lucius,” said a voice from above them, it took a few seconds to realise that it was Voldemort and the older wizard wasn’t trying to curse him.

“I usually am my Lord,” Lucius said as he stood up, pulling Harry up afterwards.

Harry looked sheepishly at his feet, “I’m kind of a klutz,” he said, not looking at either of them, “I’m just as bad with Portkeys. My friends used to tell me they couldn’t understand how I was so elegant on a broom but so klutzy on the ground.”

Harry heard first Voldemort then his mate chuckle as first Sev then Zabini arrived. Harry let his mate lead him too a seat and took a deep breath before finally looking at Voldemort for the first time in this time. The wizard looked almost human, he was a bit thin and a bit pale and as long as he wore sunglasses then you would have never guessed he was dangerous. But his eyes gave it all away, they were already red and just seemed to give off evil vibes.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Harry Ballard.”

Harry just nodded his head, “Voldemort.”

He heard gasps from the other three students in the room and Lucius squeezed his hand hard, “Pardon?” Voldemort asked, obviously keeping a very tight reign on his anger.

“Voldemort, your name, or would you prefer Tom?” Harry asked unable to stop himself, it was the man’s presence, he just had to bait him, it was second nature.

Voldemort didn’t answer in words just stood up, grabbed Harry by the collar and lifted him off the ground, “How do you know?”

Luckily Harry had lots of experience of being asked questioned while being held up by the collar, Vernon liked to do it. “You are Tom Marvelo Riddle, your mother was a witch and your father a muggle. Your muggle father left your mother when he found out what she was, then she died in childbirth, you grew up in a muggle orphanage but did well at Hogwarts. You were Slytherin and head boy in your seventh year, getting one of the highest number of NEWTs in years.

“While at Hogwarts you discovered you were the heir of Slytherin, a parseltongue and in your fifth year you opened the chamber of secrets, you found and enslaved the basilisk down their. You have killed both your muggle father and muggle grandparents. Anything else?” Harry spat, wondering what was going to happen him and if it would be good or not.

“How?” Voldemort demanded as he threw Harry towards a wall. Harry let himself relax, knowing if he tensed up it could hurt more, his last summer he had spent as a punch bag to his uncle.

Harry got back to his feet and stared at the wizard who had killed his parents, caused the death of his godfather and hundreds of others. <I know more than you could ever imagine> Harry hissed, not realising until afterwards that in his anger he had reverted to Parseltongue, a habit that formed since the start of his sixth year when in verbal battles with the half-man.

Voldemort looked even more angry but before he could whip out his wand and curse Harry, which he was obviously dying to do, Harry recognised the look, Voldemort was hit by two strong stunners. Harry looked towards the other three students in amazement, Zabini was out cold and Sev and Lucius had their wands out. Sev looked scared but a very, very angry Lucius was heading towards him.

“I’ll just stay here,” Harry squeaked backing away from his mate, he knew the blonde couldn’t hurt him physically but just the fact that Lucius was that angry with him hurt him.

“Harry don’t fight me,” Lucius said and it wasn’t like he got a choice in the matter, an angry Lucius was a very strong Lucius. With on pale hand around his wrist, Harry found himself back in the floo system and then being dragged back to Hogwarts so fast that he was nearly running.

The blonde dragged him through the castle and to his room, Harry could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, partly from the exertion but mainly from fear of what was about to happen. He couldn’t tell Lucius the truth and risk changing everything but he also knew that he couldn’t lie to his mate either.

Lucius could feel his anger and fear for his mate mixing inside of him, the trip back had done nothing to calm him. He had had only one instruction to his mate when they had gone to visit the dark lord : “Be Polite and submissive”. Not only had his mate being offensive but had known things about Voldemort that he hadn’t even imagined, the biggest one was that he wasn’t a pureblood. He slammed his door shut, throwing up all the locking and silencing charms he knew before throwing his mate onto the bed and pinning him there with his own body.

In the weeks they had been together, Lucius had never really used his control as the dominant of the pair but now he needed answers. “How did you know that?” He growled, letting the dominant tone seep into his voice, knowing any submissive at hearing the tone only wants to please the dominant.

“Know what?” Harry asked defiantly making Lucius to groan in annoyance, his mate would not avoid his questions.

“How did you know that stuff about the Dark Lord?”

The room was silent for nearly five minutes but Lucius waited patiently because he could see the struggle on his mate’s face not to answer him. “He told me,” Was Harry’s final answer.

“Explain,” Was all the blonde demanded.

Harry sighed and seemed to give up his struggle of keeping it all a secret, “I’m from the future, I haven’t even been born yet. In about seven years Lily Potter will give birth to me, James Potter is my father and Sirius Black my godfather. Voldemort is terrorising the country, his deatheaters are raiding frequently and Sybil Trelawny has made an actual prophecy.

“The Potter family is targeted by Voldemort and they go under the Fidelius charm. It is well known that Sirius Black is going to be our secret keeper, at the last minute he convinces my father that Remus might be the traitor and to use Peter as the secret keeper. Peter is already working for Voldemort and betrays them, one the 31st of October 1981 Voldemort attacks Godric’s Hollow, he kills my father downstairs then my mother in my room when she is trying to protect me. He tries to use Avada Kedavra on me, it hits my head and rebounds against him, throwing him out of his body and destroying the body.

“After years of terror, Voldemort is dead. After being set up by Peter, Sirius is put in Azkaban for murdering Peter and twelve muggles. I am sent to live with my mother’s sister, her fat husband and her precious Duddykins. I was never really abused, it was mainly neglect, a was a freak and they didn’t me there anymore than i wanted to be there.

“I didn’t find out I was a wizard until I got my letter to Hogwarts. I argued with the hat to put me in Gryffindor and finally went into my parents’ house. In my first year I had to stop Voldemort from stealing the Philosopher’s stone while he was inhabiting the body of my DADA teacher. My second year you slipped a diary belonging to Tom Riddle into my friend’s little sister’s book, she opened the chamber of secrets, about half dozen people got petrified. I had to fight a giant basilisk with only the help of Fawkes and the Gryffindor sword. This was when he told me all about himself.”

Lucius could tell that his mate was telling the truth and almost had to force himself to ask his next question, “What happened in the rest of your time in the future?”

It was very quiet again before his mate spoke, restarting his story, “My third year, Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban and found out that for the past decade or so Peter Pettigrew had been living as his animagous form, actually he was my best friend’s rat. By the end of the year, my godfather was on the run from the ministry and Peter had escaped.

“The fourth year we hosted the Triward Competition, I was the fourth competitor. It didn’t come out until the end of the year after I had been forced to resurrect Voldemort, that this ws because our Defence teacher Mad-eye Moody was actually a deatheater in disguise and had put my name in the goblet.

“So Voldemort was back and the minister wouldn’t believe it, I returned to my relatives and finally returned for my fifth year. We had a ministry assigned DADA teacher, she taught only theory so I started up a practical club, the DA club, for anyone who wanted to know, of course it had to be a secret from the DADA teacher. I had a link with Voldemort and I had to learn Occumencly, it was hard and I had a bad teacher, Voldemort tricked me into going to the ministry. He was after the prophecy, it was smashed but my godfather fell through the veil. This was the first time that I heard the prophecy in Dumbledore’s penseive.

“Again I returned to my aunt and uncle’s but was only there for fifteen days before I was removed because Voldemort knew where I was. When I finally returned for my sixth year, I had had some extra defence lessons from some of the Aurors and started up the DA club again. Voldemort spent this year recruiting dark creatures and anyone else who would join him. My Occumencly was good enough to keep him out this year and people finally realised that Voldemort really was back in the battle that nearly destroyed Diagon Alley, I faced him again, just as I had one year previously but this time I held my own. We reclaimed Diagon Alley.

“I stayed with my relatives again until I became of age and then moved to the house I had bought six months earlier and had spent five months putting wards on it that came close to the level of the ones of Hogwarts. September to December were peaceful and then I got in a duel and was sent back here.”

Lucius rolled off his mate and pulled the smaller boy into his side, feeling the dampness as Harry buried his face into Lucius’ neck, silent tears still running down his face.

“Don’t cry love, it’ll be alright, you’ll always come before he does, always,”

Lucius felt his mate relax and continued stroking the thin back, it took him a while to realise that his mate was asleep. Lucius smiled and let himself drift off, wondering what he was going to have to do to keep Harry safe and what exactly the prophecy was.

+++

Harry sat in Lucius’ lap while Sev sat opposite them, Harry had let his mate explain how he knew everything about Voldemort and they were now waiting to see what Sev would do. The black haired boy had helped Lucius when they had visited Voldemort because he had grown up with Lucius, they were best friends and Sev said that Harry had grown on him.

“He’s going to come after me,” Harry said, “And both of you too.”

“We know that Harry, we both knew that when he hexed him but no-one hurts my mate,” Lucius said, holding Harry tight.

“What he said,” was Sev’s only response.

Harry couldn’t help but smile, even when he was with Ron and Hermione, he had never felt this loved and safe. “So what are we going to do?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know love, carry on with life and keep an eye on any of the others, hope he doesn’t try to just poison us.”

Harry shook his head, “No he won’t, he’ll want answers and he’ll want to destroy me himself, I made sure of that when I spoke Parseltongue to him.”

The black haired boy felt his mate’s body go stiff underneath him but it wasn’t in the way that normally got him fucked through the bed. Looking over Harry could see that Sev also suddenly looked stiff and approachable.

“Lucius?” Harry asked, slightly scared, turning his head to look at his mate and suddenly finding himself on the ground with his blonde mate pinning him to the floor.

“You’re a Parseltongue?” Lucius snapped.

“Yes,” Harry answered quietly, not quite understanding what was going on, why Lucius looked so angry.

“You’re an heir of Slytherin.”

Harry’s eyes widened in understanding, “NO, no I’m not the heir of Slytherin. When he tried to kill me, he marked us as equals, it caused a link between us and he gave me some of Slytherin’s powers. I’m a fluent Parseltongue, I have the ability to do basic necromancy and my spell nullifying powers are come and go. I don’t have the ability to work with stone, the ability to nullify potions and poisons in my body, I can’t speak with the dementors and I can’t speak with dragons, although if I’m in great danger I send out a signal that is like a rescue beacon.”

Lucius rolled off his mate and held the small body close, just breathing in that wonderful scent that was unique to his mate. He was upset that there was a fear in his scent and started to explain, “My father was in school with Voldemort, I never knew his name, just that they were in school together, both Slytherin so no-one bothered to check his heritage. My father is part of the inner circle, one of Voldemort’s closest supporters but he has been saying for years now that the Dark Lord isn’t the same, he’s slightly crazy about killing the muggles now. Although I have no doubt we’ll still get a nice coded Howler from him tomorrow. But my father has always thought that it was the powers the Dark Lord received from Slytherin himself are the reason for his mental degradation.

“I didn’t want, couldn’t let that happen to you,” Lucius added passionately as he hugged the green-eyed youth to his chest.

Harry nodded and rested his head on his mate’s chest, “I love you Lucius.”

“Really?” The blonde asked in surprise, he knew their bond meant they were attracted to each other and liked each other but it couldn’t force Love. It was the first time Harry had told the blonde that he loved him, although Lucius had to admit, except for the odd nickname of ‘Love’ he hadn’t exactly been declaring his love from the highest tower.

“Really Lucius, you stood up to Voldemort for me, only one other person has ever done that for me, my mam. You’re kind, loving, protective, patient, snarky, sarcastic and cynical. I love all bits of you,” Harry said and realised that he was telling the truth, this man, this future deatheater, this beautiful man was his mate and he loved him.

“I love you too,” Lucius said, not wanting to think about the future, about a powerful dark lord coming after his mate, about his family hating him for stunning the Dark Lord and the fact that his mate might have to return to his own time at any time. He just wanted his mate, maybe he could use the Malfoy fortune to run away and live in luxury in some remote area in jungle?

+++

Harry sighed as Lucius’ arms came up around his chest and waist, it had been two weeks since his encounter with Voldemort and apart from the predicted howler and falling prey to a Maurader potion in the Slytherin house pumpkin juice on morning, that had given them all red hair and golden eyebrows for half a week, nothing had happened. As far as the three of them knew, them plus Voldemort were the only people who knew what was going on, knew that Harry knew more than he should.

He couldn't go to Dumbledore and tell him what happened, he didn’t want to get Lucius or Sev in trouble and he didn’t want to have to tell someone else what would happen in the future, it was bad enough Lucius and Sev knew. He didn’t want to bring more people into the mess he had created and cause even more problems in the timeline.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Just on edge, waiting to see what’ll happen.”

“I know Harry, I think I had better see what I can do to distract you.”

Red lips started attacking a tanned neck and Harry let his mate take control, Lucius had been doing a lot of this type of distraction in the past two weeks and apart from his arse aching all of the time, he didn’t really mind at all. But even the ache in his arse felt good, reminding him that he was loved, just as the bite marks and hickeys that covered his neck and shoulders and the hand prints on his hips did.

As that familiar cock slid into his arse and red lips fastened onto his neck, Harry thought that home Hogwarts any more, it was Lucius. Harry groaned as Lucius powered into him, the Veela blood in his mate making stronger, knocking Harry from his kneeling position to flat on his front but the blonde’s thrusts never stuttered and the mouth never left his neck.

Harry could hear someone making the most pathetic whimpering noise he had ever heard and he was almost positive that it was him. He could feel his orgasm getting closer as that pale cock hit his prostate on every thrust. The mouth left his neck and licked the tip of ear, “Come Love,” was whispered harshly in his ear before sharp teeth nipped at his lobe. Harry arched, screeched and came all over their bed, he felt Lucius’ hands convulse around his hips and his mate shot inside of him. Harry loved the feeling of having that bit of Lucius inside of him, knowing that even when his mate pulled out and cleaned them up, he still had something belonging to his mate in him.

“Think you can sleep now love?” Lucius asked, after casting his cleaning spell and rearranging them so that he was spooning his smaller mate.

“Hmmm,” was Harry’s only response, Lucius smiled and joined his mate in sleep.

+++

Lucius stood in Dumbledore’s office, trying to explain what had happened, tried to tell the man that his mate was missing and he felt unnaturally cold, tried to tell him that Voldemort was gone, dead, that his father’s dark mark had vanished, tried to say his best friend was dead but all he could really do was sit and let tears fall silently down his face.

“Lucius could you put a copy of your memories in my pensieve?” The Headmaster asked, indicating the grey dish he was floating out of his cupboard.

The blonde didn’t bother answering, just raised his wand to the side of his head and put a long grey strand into the pensieve. He didn’t go in with the headmaster, just sat and watched, waited to see what the old man would do.

XXX Flashback XXX

Lucius woke in a position he hadn’t fallen asleep in, it wasn’t even the same room and Harry wasn’t there. He slowly opened his eyes, his head felt like it was going to explode and the rest of his body ached. He was in a cell, cuffed to the wall and the reason his body ached was that it looked like he had taken a beating. He guessed he had already been there a few hours and the beating had happened when he first arrived because the few spots that had been bleeding were scabbed over.

Lucius had only been awake for a few minutes when the door opened and Sev was dragged in, two masked servants were holding him up, they fastened him on the wall opposite Lucius and he just sagged into the cuffs. He could see where the metal was cutting into his friend’s wrists, making blood run down his arms.

The two masked servants approached him, binding him before taking him down and carrying him through the building. He wasn’t sure where they were but he had a very bad feeling about where he was going and what was going to happen. They finally entered a large room, all he could see was the ceiling until they were fastening him to another wall.

Lucius felt his anger start to rise when he saw his Harry, his mate chained to the wall. Luckily for everyone concerned it didn’t look like he had been beaten. The Dark Lord was stood next to Harry and they seemed to be talking but he couldn’t anything but hisses, he guessed they were talking in Parseltongue.

Suddenly the Dark Lord turned and Lucius felt a shiver go down his back at the evil grin on his face. The other man walked towards him, summoning a very sharp knife that Lucius didn’t want to come anywhere near him. The blonde struggled against his bonds, trying to get free, trying not to stabbed and hoping to save his mate all at the same time.

He saw that knife coming towards him, felt it bite into his skin, going directly towards his heart when the wave of power hit him, it almost felt like his skin was being burnt off, the pain was growing, spreading until with a gasp everything faded to dark.

When he woke up Lucius found he was alone in the room except for the two masked deatheaters that were still out cold on the ground. It took a few attempts to get his now weak bonds to release him, he might not have been in his mate’s league when it came to wandless magic but he wasn’t totally inapt. He collapsed to the floor and lay their panting for a few minutes, his skin felt sensitive and everything else just ached. He crawled over to the nearest masked man and pulled away the mask, his anger raising again when he recognised his own father.

Lucius pulled up his father’s sleeve, scared to see what was there or in this case wasn’t. His father’s dark mark was gone, the pale skin was unblemished and for first time that he could remember, Lucius Malfoy, heir to the vast Malfoy fortune, broke down and sobbed like a baby. If the dark mark was gone, then so was the Dark Lord and so was his mate.

The blonde had no idea how long he had been collapsed on the floor before he managed to drag himself back to the cell he had woken in to find Sev. The black haired boy was pale and cold but Lucius managed to find a faint pulse with a small sigh of relief, he reached up and touched Sev’s earring, “Home, sweet Home,” he said activating the portkey, knowing he didn’t have the magical or physical strength to get his friend out of the cuffs.

They hit a bed in the Hospital wing with an whimper from Lucius when his friend landed on him, attracting the attention of Madame Pomfrey. “WHAT IS GOING ON I DON-- Mr Malfoy, Mr Snape, what have you done now.”

With a sigh Lucius slipped into unconsciousness, trying not to mourn his missing mate or think about his badly hurt friend. Knowing that his friend wouldn’t get anyone better to look after him, the blonde slipped back into the blackness.

+++

Lucius didn’t know how long he had been out when he woke again, the pain hitting him as he realised he was alone again. He could hear someone moving around behind the curtain, “Madame Pomfrey,” he said and then wondered if that was his voice, he sounded like a frog.

“Oh you’re finally awake Mr Malfoy, how are you feeling?”

“Tired, how long was I out?”

“Two days now but your body needed the sleep to heal, I’m sure the headmaster will want to speak to you.”

Lucius just nodded, he didn’t want to see the Headmaster, there was only one person he wanted and that person was dead.

XXX End Flashback XXX

The Headmaster was coming out of the pensieve, giving Lucius a sad look, “I’m sorry about your Mate and Mr Snape, Mr Malfoy.”

Lucius just nodded, it hurt to just think about the small boy that was his and no Dark Lord had the right to take away from him. He didn’t want to think about Sev anymore than he did Harry, Sev had been his first friend, his only real friend for years and it hurt to think that he was gone. The Headmaster had told him that while Sev had survived the trip back, he had lost too much blood and had too many injuries, he’s died within two hours of his return to Hogwarts.

“Get some sleep Mr Malfoy, I am sure you will feel better in the morning.”

Lucius nodded but doubted he would ever feel better again.

+++

Harry woke up slowly, his body ached, someone had decided to move lots of little men with hammers into his head and opening his eyes made said eyes feel like they were about to fall out. He allowed himself to lay still for a little bit longer before trying to get up and opening his eyes. His magic felt a fuzzy, much like his eyes did as he didn’t have his glasses, but even with fuzzy magic he could feel the Hogwart’s wards.

He guessed he was somewhere in the forbidden forest and the green blurs were really trees. Harry knew he wasn’t in the best state to be casting magic, especially not wandless magic but he needed glasses, he had no idea which way the castle was without being able to see.

Fifteen minutes later and he had success, a former twig and leaf was sitting perched on his nose, the frame still had a wooden texture but he could see. He was also leaning against a tree panting trying to get his breath back, wondering where his wand was at that moment.

It took Harry another hour to reach the Castle, he walked straight to the main hall, hoping someone would be there, hopefully Lucius was back at school and alive. If he had managed to transport himself back to Hogwarts hopeful he had done the same for Lucius and Sev.

Pushing open the main door, he gasped, there was a redhead sat at the table, a familiar redhead, “Ron,” Harry gasped out in amazement then turned to his companion, Draco Malfoy. Harry blinked and stared at the pair, Ron was sitting peacefully next to Draco Malfoy and if he wasn’t mistaken they were holding hands, how long had been gone?

“Harry mate I thought you were with Andy this afternoon.” Harry just stared at the pair, especially their clasped hands, “Harry are you alright? Do you want me to get your mom and dad?”

“Mom? Dad?” Harry asked painfully, wondering what was going on as he sank on to the bench next to him.

+++

Draco Malfoy was sat talking to his boyfriend in the great hall, it seemed like the only place they could get any peace and quiet, it was another two months until he came into his inheritance and he hoped beyond everything that Ron was his mate because he loved the redhead with all his heart.

“Ron.”

They both looked up to see the third of their trio, Harry Potter, but there was something wrong with him, Draco could almost feel it. “Harry mate I thought you were with Andy this afternoon.” Harry just stared at them and if Draco wasn’t mistaken, particularly their clasped hands, “Harry are you alright? Do you want me to get your mom and dad?”

“Mom? Dad?” Harry asked the pain in voice just before he collapsed onto the bench.

Draco looked at Ron, who met his confused gaze with one of his own. The boy was familiar as Harry Potter but different, thinner, smaller, paler and that scar - the scar. Many years earlier when Lucius had claimed Draco as his own after his own parents (Lucius’ little sister and brother in law) had died, Draco had asked his new Daddy why he didn’t have a mate.

His dad had told him about his mate, about a boy called Harry with wild black hair and a scar like a lightening bolt on his forehead who had died. Draco didn’t believe to understand what was going on but he knew he had to get certain people.

“Ron take him up to the Headmaster’s, the password is Sugar mice,” Draco said to his boyfriend, he knew the password because he was head boy.

Ron nodded and moved over to the black haired boy after giving his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. Draco didn’t see Ron pick up the small boy as he was already out of the hall, he was heading towards the Potter Suite when a familiar black haired girl came around the corner.

“Lucy can you do me a favour?”

“Sure Draco.”

“Can you find you parents and your brothers and bring them all to the headmaster’s office?”

“Sure, any particular reason?”

“It’s very important, so quickly.”

“Of course.”

Draco nodded and headed back in the other direction, he only had one more person to see and he hoped it all worked out, he only ever wanted his father to be happy.

+++

Lily Potter followed her husband into the Headmaster’s office, all her middle child had told her was it was important and Draco had asked her to get them. Sat in one of the chairs was her eldest son, curled into a small ball but she could see the tears on those long lashes he had inherited from his father.

“Harry Honey what’s wrong?” She asked coming towards him.

He looked up, those green eyes meeting her before he was backing away, falling out of the chair, looking at her like she was the devil himself. She could hear he was muttering something and after a few seconds finally managed to decipher it.

“Nonotrealdeadtherealldeadkilledthemallnotrealnotrealcan’tbediedhekilledthem...” It went on and on, all along the same vein, green eyes so like her own glaring at them. Lily backed away and into her Husband’s arms, she didn’t know what was going on but she didn’t like her eldest son looking so scared.

She was about to ask the Headmaster what was going on when the door opened and in strode Lucius Malfoy followed by his adopted son. The elder Malfoy froze in the doorway, he seemed to be sniffing the air while his eyes scanned the room.

“Harry,” the blonde growled before striding across the room and pulling her son to his feet. Lily watched in amazement as her son almost threw himself at Lucius.

She was still watching the amazing sight of Lucius Malfoy comforting her son, watching her eldest cling to the blonde like he was the last solid thing in the middle of a storm when the door opened again and in strode her children, all three of her children. The redhead looked from her three children stood in the doorway to Draco stood with Ron and finally back to Lucius and the black haired boy who looked like her son. Lucius had sat down and the boy was sat in his lap, curled up again but still holding onto Lucius like his life depended on it.

“Will someone please tell me what on earth is going on,” Lily demanded, knowing that when she got angry, she sounded more like a muggle.

Everyone turned to look at Dumbledore who shrugged his shoulders but had that twinkle in his eye and turned to look at Lucius, who was still ignoring them all as he petted and stroked the black haired youth. Everyone decided it was best not to mention the wetness in those grey eyes or the tear tracks on the pale cheeks.

It took a few seconds before he looked up, “What?” he growled.

+++

Lucius glared at them all, wondering what on earth they all wanted, he just wanted to be alone with his Mate, his mate who smelt so wonderful, who wasn’t dead and was clinging to him like he was to Harry.

“Who is he?” James asked.

Lucius sighed, “You’re son oldest son, Harry James Potter born on the thirty-first on July 1981.”

“What?” Lily, James and the other Harry all spluttered.

“I doubt either of you remember in your second year when Harold Ballard transferred in to the seventh year?”

Both James and Lily shook their heads.

“We were told he came from Saacks school of wizardry in Australia, he was sorted into Slytherin, I had come into my inheritance while during the Christmas Holidays, we became mates that night. He...he was the one who killed Voldemort,” Lucius said, hating the way his voice shook when he thought about that time, “We assumed he also managed to kill himself.”

“Not dead,” Harry muttered into his chest, tightening small hands on Lucius’ robe front.

“I know Love, I know and I’m here, its alright, we’re together now.”

“You’re older, even more bigger than me,” Harry said with a giggle and Lucius couldn’t help but chuckle, inhaling more of that wonderful mate scent.

After he was left alone, Sev and Harry gone, he had become obsessed with finding his mate again. He had made sure that Potter and Evans had got together, if Harry was their son then they needed to get together and give birth to his mate. He had kept in close contact with Severus and helped him become friends with the four Gryffindors. Through the fact that Severus and Remus were engaged and he was one of Severus’ closest friends, meant he was the fifth person to hold the newly born Harry James Potter.

He had been quite willing to wait for the boy to mature, happy to know that at least his mate was back in pentagon he world. But the minute he held the small bundle already with a thick head of black messy hair and those brilliant green eyes, he had known this wasn’t his mate. He had stayed close to the family, letting his son and Harry make good friends, hoping that when the black haired boy grew up, he would be his mate and he just never had.

“Mam what’s going on?”Andy asked, “Why are their two Harrys?”

“I’m not sure Andy, Lucius? Headmaster?” James asked

“On the Twenty-third of December, 1972, a boy appeared in Hogwarts,” Dumbledore answered and Lucius relaxed, glad he could concentrate on his mate for a while longer and not have to worry about explanations, “He was practically unconscious but I soon learnt he was from the future and that Lily Evans and James Potter were his parents. He couldn’t tell me much else because he didn’t want to upset the time line, he was resorted and continued doing his NEWTs.

“Lucius, Harry and Sevilen were kidnapped towards the end of February in 1972, two days later Lucius and Sevilen arrived back at Hogwarts, Sevilen died from his injuries a few hours later and Harry was never found.”

“Not lost,” Harry murmured against his chest, “Happened yesterday.”

“I suspected as much, the wave of energy you gave off that destroyed Voldemort, was enough to uproot you again and fling you back to your own time.”

It was quiet for a few minutes before the other Harry, the Harry that wasn’t his spoke up, “So he’s me?”

The Headmaster nodded, “He’s you in a world where Voldemort wasn’t killed in 1972.”

“So how is here? We were doing time travel in Charms, learning about time turners. We were told about how it’s impossible to really change History, you know catch twenty-two. You go back in History and kill your grandfather’s brother before he kills your grandfather, that means that when you return to your own time and everything has changed so you don’t go back and change history. If you use a time turner and run into yourself, a self from the future then you know that you will go back in time and do that.”

Harry mumbled something into his chest, even too quiet for Lucius to hear, “What was that Love?”

“Like in my third year,” Harry said, lifting his head from Lucius’ chest for the first time, “Did Sev really die?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Love.”

“I’m sorry Luc, it must have been hard without both of us.”

“It was Love but it’s alright now, I have you again. Tell us about your third year.”

“That was the year Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban where he had been incarcerated for the murder of Peter and twelve muggles, he was after Peter who had been Ron’s pet rat for years. We had a bad full moon, Moony forgot his Wolfsbane and I wouldn’t let Moony or Sirius kill Peter, he escaped and Sirius was trapped in Hogwarts, waiting for the Ministry to take him back. They had Dementors at the school that year to save us from the murderer Sirius Black, my friends and I were attacked by Dementors, a stag Patronus, my Patronus saved us, I thought it was my dad somehow.

“But then we went back using a Time turner and it was me who cast the charm, we saved Sirius and he got away on Buckbeak, a Hippogriff we saved from death after it mauled Malfoy. He was on the run for two years before he fell behind the veil coming to save me. He left me Grimuald place, the first thing I did was get rid of that bloody picture, it’s amazing what teenage anger when your father figure is dead can do when nothing else works.”

“Last father figure?” James stuttered.

Harry laughed, “Well there was Moony but he’s a member of the Order and didn’t really have that much time. But I definitely don’t count Vernon, nope no sireee, definitely not.”

“Vernon?” The other Harry, not his Harry asked.

“Aunt Petunia’s Adult Rhino to match the teenage one he gave her, live with them after James and Lily, you two were killed by Voldemort.”

“Why Petunia?” Lily asked, “She hated magic.”

Lucius felt his Harry go stiff in his arms before finally answering, “No-one else, Sirius in Jail, Peter supposed dead, Remus was a werewolf, no other family and the Headmaster decided I needed the blood protection that came from Petunia being your sister.”

This perked the Headmaster’s attention, “Blood Protection?”

His Harry turned and looked at the old man before speaking, “My mother sacrificed herself to save me, threw herself in front of the Avada Kedavra meant for me. When he hit me with the curse, it rebounded and everyone thought it had killed him. It really just destroyed his body, his spirit floated around for a dozen years then Wormtail made him a new one,” Harry finished with a yawn and snuggled back into Lucius’ robes, his eyes closing.

“I think that is enough questions for now so I will tell you my theory about how we have two Harrys. When Harry was thrown back in time it was during a duel, one of the spells changed his Magic DNA but not his Blood so Madame Pomfrey couldn’t identify the change. We did an Aura detecting spell on him, he has Veela, Were and Nymph magic. Lily, James, I Know that your Harry is powerful for his age but my Harry can effect wards without his wand, he can cast all spells up to fifth year and Defence charms up to sixth year without his wand.

“All this Power means that while these parts may only be small in comparison to the rest of his magic, if it was magic from his blood then he would be three-quarter Veela, five-eighths Were and half Nymph. Nymphs are well known for being protected against time travel, I think that the wave of Power that uprooted him and flung him back to his own time, also protected him from writing himself out of existence.”

“Sort of like a shield, stopping the changes from happening to him?” The other Harry, not his Harry asked.

“I think so, anything else will have to wait until later, I’m going to take my Mate home.”

“Home?” Lily barked, “You aren’t taking my son anywhere.”

“Lily he isn’t your son, that Harry is your son, the one you gave birth to and raised. This my Harry, my Mate and as his Mate, I have more power over him Legally than you.”

“How do we know he’s really your mate?” James asked, that cocky tone in his voice.

Lucius just glared at the man, “Whose knee is he sat on? Who comforted him? And who the bloody hell gave him that mating mark?” Lucius demanded, pointing at the faint black circle with his family crest in on the back of Harry’s neck. None of them had seen it yet because most of the time his Harry’s mop of black hair hid it.

In the following silence Lucius stood up, held his Harry close to his chest and moved to the fireplace. A flick of his hand deposited a pinch of floo powder from his pocket, “Malfoy Manor, Master bedroom.”

And in a flash of colour they were gone, Lucius held his precious bundle tight, not wanting to loose him anywhere after finally getting him back. They landed in his bedroom and he was glad that his mate was so small because it meant he managed to stay on his feet.

“Where we at?” Harry slurred sleepily but didn’t try to get out of Lucius’ arms.

“Malfoy Manor, sleep Love, we can talk more later.”

Less than ten minute later, both Lucius and Harry were in bed together, Lucius was curled protectively around the smaller body. “Love You Lucius,” was Harry’s last words before sleep claimed completely and for the first time in over two and half decades he fell into sleep without any aid except that of the scent of his Mate.

He was finally home.

THE END