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“Oh for Salazar’s sake Potter, why did you apparate us into the great hall!” Gasps around them go unheard as the two continue their argument.
“Me! I didn’t apparate us anywhere Malfoy! Why is everything always my fault!” She shouts back.
“Who else do you know powerful enough to apparate through anti apparition wards!”
“That doesn’t mean I did it! That didn’t even feel like apparition, it was different! And how do I know it wasn’t you! The great Draco Malfoy! Too good to walk across the castle!”
“Oh that’s rich, like the Girl Who Lived wouldn’t expect that kind of treatment. You survive one killing curse and suddenly expect the castle itself to listen to your command Potter!”
“Name one time! One time I have ever reveled in my parents deaths! Do you think I asked to survive their murder! Have you ever realized I’m famous for being the last of my fucking line! Do you honestly think I wouldn’t give EVERYTHING to have them! You’ve known me for 6 years Malfoy and when-WHEN HAVE I EVER USED THIS MERLIN FORSAKEN FAME FOR MYSELF!” she’s breathing heavily, shaking as she screams at the blond in front of her.
Professor Mcgonagall pipes in “Children! What is going on!”
They look over to the teacher table and Malfoy freezes next to her, he still hasn’t given her back her glasses but she can see the teachers enough to know they’re confused. “Sorry Professor McGonagall”
She feels her glasses slip into her hand finally and Malfoy stepping closer to her side. Slipping them on she sees what has him so stiff.
The teachers are right…but not? Too many teachers have tried to kill her to ignore such obvious signs. Malfoy senses the same and spins to face the other direction, his hand coming around her stomach to press her into his back.
Her magic begins to swirl around the two of them as her wand flicks into her hand, pointing it at Dumbledore she asks a question only those closest to her know “what do I hear when dementors attack me?”
”My dear I’m not sure, we haven’t met yet it seems” the genial old man tells her. The air rushing around them gets faster, sparks of light spiraling around the pair.
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Holding his wand ready for an attack Draco scans the room, only confirming something is wrong. The students look familiar but not quite. When he looks down the Slytherin table- it clicks. Locking eyes with his mother, sat beside his godfather. It’s them. He knows it is. But younger. Decades younger.
His hand tightens on her, keeping her firmly in place, “Potter…Potter I don’t think we apparated. I think we time traveled.”
Flitwick’s eager voice calls out as they all eye her magic picking up speed “what’s the last date you remember?”
“October 19th 1996” they say together.
“Today is October 19th 1976 ” Flitwick’s excited voice answers.
“Malfoy, what’s happening?” her magic is getting brighter, faster.
“We’re somehow 2 decades in the past Potter” no other way to say that without freaking her out more.
The air begins whipping more violently as he feels her breathing pick up. He’s heard Granger and her talking about this before, her magic getting to be too much, she’s supposed to have a potion in her bag for it.
He spins and grabs her bag off her shoulder, summoning the potion he shoves it in her hand but she doesn’t take it. She’s still staring at the teachers frozen. Her breathing is getting faster, the sparks around them turning into bolts of light, several of the teachers began to stand but her magic grew with each movement and they still. “Don't move,” he calls to them.
“Potter look at me” She doesn’t move but she's borderline hyperventilating now as her eyes frantically flick over the staff table occupants.
Thinking back to an emergency course Uncle Sev had put him through, he quickly took the potion. Uncapping it, pouring it into his own mouth he grabbed her face and sealed their lips together, pushing the potion past her lips, ignoring the feeling of her lips on his. He felt the moment it entered her system as her magic began to settle.
Draco pulled back and saw her eyes roll back as she collapsed on him. Lifting her over his shoulder, ignoring the heat of his hand on her thigh, Draco shoves her bag onto his shoulder with his own.
Seeing Madam Pomfrey stepping forward slowly he points his wand at who was hopefully the Matron, “Vow you’re Madam Poppy Pomfrey and you will not allow harm to come to her in your care,” She complies quickly and he spins to take the infuriating girl to the hospital, keeping his wand out.
Halfway out the still silent great hall he looks to the Slytherin table, they already know, might as well have someone on his side. “Severus Snape and Narcissa Malfo-Black, please come with me,” his voice rings out across the hall.
He walks a bit further and looks at the legs of the girl draped over his shoulder, his arm banded around her, careful to keep her skirt down, and before he can change his mind he calls out “James Potter, you too and get your girlfriend”
“He doesn’t have one” a voice Draco doesn’t recognize calls out.
“Lily Potter, not sure the maiden name- green eyes,” there's a roar of screams as he continues walking, uncaring for Gryffindor's drama.
Narcissa gets to him much quicker than is normally acceptable to a pureblood lady and says “you're my son.”
“Yes, Uncle Sev is my godfather.” he says, continuing on his way. He knew at least a few of the teachers followed them.
The odd group fell into uncomfortable silence, he could tell many of them wanted to pelt him with questions but kept quiet for the moment. When he reached the hospital he went straight to the bed Potter was always in and set their bags down on the bedside chair.
Gently pulling her into a bridal hold, he set her still unconscious body in the bed and leaned against the window sill beside her to face the onslaught of questions.
“I suggest you call the unspeakables.” He told the professors before they could begin.
Mcgonagall nodded and ran to the floo as Madam Pomfrey began casting diagnostics, “What was the potion you gave her?”
“I don’t know what it is, just that she’s to take it if her magic gets…cataclysmic.”
Uncle Sev scolded, “you put a potion you weren’t sure about in your mouth?”
“It was that or the castle be ripped apart, I made a choice,” he's seen enough of Potter’s magic and heard even more to know that was not a time to play around. What happened in the Ministry was proof her magic lashing out was not to be taken lightly.
“That’s happened before?” Dumbledore asked stroking his beard.
“Have you ever seen someone with so much magic?” he wasn't about to give the old man more details without Potter. The headmaster got an odd look in his eye as he scanned her.
Everyone else watched in stunned silence as Madam Pomfrey's face grew more and more concerned. Flitwick finally asked “what is it, Poppy?”
“There's an alarming amount of damage, scarring, but…there’s also….” ah, her idiot adventures.
“What what is it? Is she okay?” James Potter frantically questioned.
“There’s....something on her chest.” Draco knew it bothered her at times, he'd seen her hand on it enough to know that.
“It was the killing curse, she has a scar from it.” she would tell them anyway.
“Ho-you said she survived the killing curse, you meant that literally?” Poppy asked.
“Yes, as a baby. No one knows how for sure, just that she did,” honestly it wouldn't surprise him if the infuriating girl found a way to do it just to spite the dark lord. Not that he'd admit it to her but if anyone could- it was her.
James Potter came forward and slipped his hand into her smaller one, sitting on the edge of the bed “and we died. She said she survived her parent’s murder.”
“Yes,” she would not handle this conversation. Her parents deaths had always been a topic he stayed away from after that first mistake of throwing it in her face.
“And you're sure I’m her mother?” Lily Pott-? Asked. He looked away from Potter to the girl questioning him. She had the same little nose, same shaped eyes, nearly the same green without the odd, otherworldly, glow Potter's seemed to always have.
“Yes. It's widely known Lily Potter was her mother, if that’s not enough I know her mother was once friends with my godfather Severus,” not that he liked to talk about it. He only knew because of what he’d said to Granger in 2nd year, resulting in the worst ass chewing he’d ever gotten from his godfather and promptly never using the word again.
The redhead's eyes cut to his glowering godfather for a split second before she nodded and stepped forward to sit on the edge of the bed beside Potter's legs.
Mcgonagall finally returned with two unspeakables and an older version of James Potter in tow. “How is she poppy?”
“In a word? Alarming. I’ve never seen so many past injuries on a single student.”
“Never?” James Potter asked worriedly, Draco knew he was probably thinking of the scarred werewolf friend they’d left in the great hall.
Draco stayed quiet, looking over the girl. Potter could explain the rest of her scars to them, and her infuriating adventures. He'd never admit the amount of times he'd snuck into the hospital to make sure she was still alive.
Potter begins to stir and Madam Pomfrey silences them all, rushing them out of her curtains.