Draco didn't know what time he had come back, nor did he really care. Everything was falling apart around him, no matter how many times he went back to fix it. There had to be about fifteen different Dracos running around in 1991, all looking for either each other or the famous "Harry Potter".

He'd tried and tried again, but no matter what he did, he kept coming back to an even worse future. He curled up into a little ball, trying his best not to cry and failing.

No matter which timeline he was in, the Room of Requirement was still the best place to go if he wanted to be alone, and right now he really wanted to be alone. Tears began to pool at his lids and he felt little wet droplets falling down his cheeks.

Tears just kept falling and falling. His body rocked back and forth, shaking. Dumbledore couldn't help him anymore, now he was stuck. He had to find a way to stop Voldemort, and if using Merlin's Time-Turner wouldn't work, what would?

He remembered Dark Harry running through the library, holding a book dogeared to a page on something called a Horcrux... Dumbledore hadn't really talked to him about it. He lifted his head up, eyes going wide. Horcruxes were somehow connected to Voldemort and he needed to find out what they were, and Dark Harry had the answers. 

-_-_-_-_-

Harry Apparated back into Hogwarts, glad that Voldemort had keyed him into the castle wards. He smiled, tucking his wand into his school robs and looking around the empty dorm room, not sure why he felt a sudden wave of sadness. 

It was almost as if he wanted someone to be there. 

His head had been feeling fuzzy lately. He sighed, rubbing his forehead and trying to remember what he'd been doing. Something about carrying out Voldemort's plans. He couldn't quite remember what those plans were or why they were important, but he knew he needed to get them done.

He began rummaging through his trunk, memories buzzing through his head. Harry didn't remember ever playing Quidditch for Gryffindor, or a roaring crowd chanting his name along with some chant about "Weasly is our king"? 

Suddenly he was back in 1991, running into the Hogwarts Express for the first time. 

His heart pounded in his chest, hundreds of children surrounded him. He felt so... alone. 

That's when he saw it, the blonde head of hair...... Red head of hair?....Blonde?

It kept switching back and forth between pale or freckly and red or platinum blonde. 

Then he was surrounded by blondes, all with the same face, pointed and glaring at him. 

Then he was back in the present, heart pounding in his ears, sweat trickling down his forehead. What was happening to him? He reached out to feel Voldemort's presence in his mind but it wasn't there. He only withdrew himself during sensitive meetings, meaning Harry would be alone for who knows how long. 

He took a deep breath, trying to focus his mind, but the past kept blurring between two different realities. 

Or were they realities. 

In the back of his mind, he heard the knock of a door opening. He looked up through his blurred vision, seeing the same face from the train station, cold and empty. 

Draco's eyes were slightly puffy, as if he had been crying. "Draco?" he said, all his walls suddenly collapsing. 

He stood up, practically running into Draco's arms, who caught him easily, eyes widening. He chuckled, picking up Harry, who had lost a lot of weight recently, in his arms. 

"What's wrong, Harry?" he set him down on Harry's bed, carrying cradling his head.

"I don't know, everything's so confused. I don't know what to do! I don't remember what I should do or what I have done. I remember things that never happened." Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered being mad at Draco but he couldn't remember why.

"What do you mean?" Draco perked up, he hoped this  didn't have anything to do with him traveling back in time.

"I see things. Me kissing Ginny Weasley, which is just plain revolting," he chuckled humorlessly, "and I have these memories of me being Gryffindor, which is ludicrous!"

Draco pet his hair, stroking it to the pleasant humming of Harry, that odd cooing noise that he rarely ever made. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. "And... I feel like I should be mad at you but I can't remember why or what happened or-" 

Draco silenced Harry with a kiss, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe you shouldn't worry about what you should or shouldn't do and just go with what feels right."

For once Harry didn't feel weighed down by his obligation to Voldemort, for once he did go with what his heart wanted. He leaned up and kissed Draco, trying to clear his muddled head. 

And it felt really good.

-_-_-_-_-

Pansy Parkinson has always considered herself a good friend to Draco, maybe his only friend. After Draco kept rejecting him, she finally realized that the guy wasn't into girls. It came as no surprise to her when she spotted Draco and Harry kissing while cuddling in Harry's bed. Why she had been in the boys' dormitories, you ask? None of your fucking business.

Let's just say she had a hunch about the two and she always acted on her hunches.

She didn't approach them, especially not Harry, that guy liked to keep to himself. She had been pressing Draco about it for about two minutes when he realized she was onto him. "What did you see?" he asked angrily, glaring at her.

She shrugged, swiping her lips on her freshly lip-glossed mouth, "I mean, I know you're into bloke" she watched as his eyes widened, "oh it's so obvious shut up! Got to say, don't know how you managed to score a bloke like Harry, but I ship it hard. Oh come on Dray, I'm your best friend! It's not like I've been sitting on the sidelines this whole time!"

Draco ran his hands through his hair, "You can't tell anyone, okay!"

"Oh I won't! Everyone's so obsessed with this stupid war. I wish it was over and done with, it's so.... Foolish!"

Draco's eyes widened impossibly further and his mouth fell open. Pansy watched him gape at her and rolled her eyes, pushing his chin up with her well-manicured finger, "Oh, close your mouth Dray, you are not a codfish."

He did as he was told, sly grin spreading across his face. "...Pansy?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Yessss?"

"You hate school, right?" he said slowly.

"Yesss?"

"You hate the war, right?"

"Yesss?"

He rubbed his hands together, "You hate Voldemort, right?"

"Sure?"

"You don't want to get forced into being a Death Eater, right?"

"Yes! Now get on with it, Malfoy!"

He threw up his hands in defence, "I just needed to make sure! We could really use your help."

"With what?"

"Stopping this war. Instead of going to school for seventh year, me and Harry are-"

"Harry and you," she corrected.

"Whatever. Harry and me are going to hunt down these things that stop Voldemort from dying."

"Doesn't Harry work for Voldemort? Everyone knows it, it's kinda obvious. Only those idiot Gryffindors and maybe the Hufflepuffs don't-"

"Shut up."

"Rude."

"Will you help or not? And no, he doesn't work for Voldemort, not any more. He's trying to get away."

She thought for a moment, "Fine, but if we have to go out in the woods, I'm bringing my tent, it's big and has that second closed off room so I don't have to look at you guys make-out all night. But keep in mind it's not soundproof so no fooling around there or I'm filming the whole thing and sending it to the Prohit. And I'm going to have some ground rules, and-"

"Pansy!"

"What?" she narrowed her eyes at Draco, folding her arms defensively.

"Shut UP!"

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WOO! Finally moving into Year 7, the end game, the finale, the final battle. 

Hope you're all ready! This is going to be fun *rubs hands together evilly*

Hope you guys like the Pansy action. Honestly, she gets like no character in the books, at least from what I can remember I haven't read them in several years, so hopefully you like the personality I gave her. 

For some reason she's reminding me of Mary Poppins, don't ask why, my brain makes no sense, ask my boyfriend lol. If any of you see the Mary Poppins reference I put in there, I love you. 

Anyways, Ima head out lol, enjoy and if you have any requests let me know.

Also, I'm going to be starting a new project soon, but before that I'll be doing another fanfic (probably), so if you have any ship or plot requests for that, drop a comment or pm me.