Draco sneered at Potter, who just gave him a dirty look and a whispered "Get out of my way, Malfoy," as the two old rivals passed each other in the hallway of the Ministry. He growled low in his throat. Why did he always see that insufferable git wherever he went? It was bad enough they had to work in the Ministry together, but even worse that they worked in the same Department. Sure, Savior-Boy was off saving lives on the front lives, waving his wand around and looking like a hero, but it was Draco who made all his potions - the ones that actually saved the day. Harry Potty couldn't very well be a hero if he wasn't saved by Draco's potions, could he?

Draco made quite a name for himself, or at least as much of one as he could being so young and infamous, in the potions division of the Auror department. But still, having to heal Potter on a daily basis made him physically ill.

He was only nineteen, they were both only nineteen, but Potter was the one with his life in order. Great girlfriend, job, and crowd of adoring fans. All Draco received was hate mail and death threats from those who still shook at the name Malfoy. It didn't matter the Ministry ruled him innocent, or rather used was the term. "Poor Draco Malfoy, used and exploited." It kept him out of Azkaban, but that was almost worse. At least in Azkaban, no one would view him as a complete and utter fuck up because everyone there was already fucked up.

Draco sighed, pushing his way passed groups of Ministry employees and wounded Aurors toward the entrance of the Ministry. He walked into one of the floo stations, sighing as he said the usual words, "Malfoy Manor," preparing for an empty house greeting him.

When he opened his eyes after a flash of green light, he expected the dark entry way. Except he saw nothing. Blackness surrounded him on all sides, a sucking, screaming sound attacking his ears. Draco gasped as a whirlpool pulled him downward and upward at the same time, splitting his head open and sticking it together over and over until suddenly, he was laying flat on his back, pain piercing through his skull.

"Wha... Where am I?" Draco sat up, rubbing his head.

He didn't expect an answer, but a cold, oddly familiar voice said solemnly, "Well, of course, you're in a place between."

"Between what?" Draco asked, looking around to see the owner of the voice.

"Between living, of course. This is the Edge of reality, the Edge of time and space. I brought you here moments ago."

"Why did you do this, who are you?" Draco winced as a hooded figure stepped into view, only glowing grey eyes visible in the darkness surrounding them.

"I brought you here because I require your particular services. I have acquired a particular relic, one that showed me possible timelines. You," the man poked a gloved finger toward Draco, "are instrumental in the stream of time."

The figure held out something, gold and silver. Was it...a time turner? It was much bigger than any other time turner Draco had ever seen in the Ministry. It must be way more powerful than anything he'd ever seen.

"Me? How am I important?"

"You know, one different word to Harry Potter and you would've brought him to Slytherin? A few different circumstances and you'd be a hero. But what I want...is Harry Potter."

"Then why didn't you bring him here?"

"Because, I need you. I need you to turn Harry Potter into a Dark Lord."

"Are you bloody mental?" Draco laughed despite himself. "Turn Harry Potter into a Dark Lord, my arse!"

The figure only titled his head. "I'm going to send you back, from the Edge, to a time where you can fix this. You will change the timeline and change Harry so I can make my own return to glory or else I will leave you here living the darkest moments of your life over and over again."

"Since you apparently require a lesson," the person spread his hands, ethereal visions of Harry appearing in front of them, one wearing a Gryffindor tie and the other, a Slytherin one. "Harry Potter is easily manipulated. You come from a timeline where Potter is a Slytherin, a wizard with a dark affinity and questionable ethics. I come from a timeline where he is the opposite, a Gryffindor and one of the lightest wizards to have ever lived. In your reality, Harry loves you. In mine, he despises Draco Malfoy. I'm here to create an entirely separate timeline, one where I can easily take control of the Wizarding World without Harry Potter stepping in my way."

"How?"

The figure laughed without humor. "By making him join me."

"Why would Harry ever join you?"

"The Dark Lord missed an opportunity. Instead of making Harry join his cause, he wanted to kill him. This was his downfall. I will not make such a mistake. Harry Potter has the greatest potential for darkness the same way he does for light. All he needs is a push in the right direction."

"Where, er, when are you sending me back?"

"Fourth year. I've watched your timeline play out from this spot in the Edge. This is when Voldemort first starts to manipulate Harry. You will facilitate Darkness but also hate for the Dark Lord and then, if you don't fail, I will send you back to your timeline where you can live happily ever after in your time, and I can rule over mine with Potter at my side. Everyone wins. Fail me, and well, the Edge isn't kind to those who fail. Do we have a deal?"

"Who are you?" Draco asked, head spinning with all the information running in his head.

"A vested interest. Now, are you ready or do I have to put you back in time out for a bit?"

"No, no." Draco couldn't go back. "Send me back and you'll have your Dark Lord."

This would be the greatest chance for Draco to finally get his revenge on prissy Harry Potter.