Harry Potter, age thirty seven, and Lucius Malfoy walked through the pathway that connected the Womping Willow and the Shrieking Shack. "Amazing, simply amazing." Lucius said, "More than forty years as Hogwarts Governor, and I did not even fathom a passageway from the Willow to Hogsmeade. Potter, how did you find this passage?"
Harry opened his robe and searched his inner pockets until he pulled out an old parchment. "This is the Marauder's Map." Harry said, "It was made by my father and his friends. Somehow Fred and George obtained it, and they gave it to me."
"And when you obtained this map you found the passage?" Lucius asked.
"Um no actually. My godfather dragged my friend Ron through the passage trying to get Wormtail." Harry said.
Lucius looked at Harry and wondered if he was joking. "I suppose you're going to explain."
"Sirius was an Animagus, in fact my father and Wormtail were Animagi too. Sirius could turn into a huge black dog, and he was trying to get Ron's pet rat who was Wormtail." Harry explained.
"So Wormtail had the ability to turn into a rat? No wonder we could not find him after that explosion." Lucius said. He stopped and thought, "Wormtail gave his hand to resurrect the Dark Lord... if what you said is true, then he is here in Hogwarts as a rat. We could just kill him and be done with it."
"I suppose, but how would that affect the timeline? I think it would be best to talk with Dumbledore first about this." Harry said, pocketing the map.
"Very well." Lucius said, he thought for a moment as they walked in silence and asked "Do you believe the sorting is done? It would be awkward to barge into the castle during the ceremony."
Harry nodded and stopped to think, "I still only remember getting sorted into Gryffindor. And that was when your son and I were rivals. As of now... I think the train ride here was the same in both timelines, although my first time to Hogwarts getting fuzzy. I remember more sitting in the boat with Draco, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott."
"Figures. Liked minds tend to gravitate towards each other." Lucius said, "At least with liked preferences."
"You mean those two are also?"
"Well, Mr. Zabini doesn't care if I can recall Draco's rants correctly. But I'm pretty sure Mr. Nott is as well." Lucius said.
"But didn't Nott marry that Greengrass girl?"
"Astoria?" Lucius asked.
"Yeah, I heard that those two married after Draco and her divorced." Harry said, both of them reaching the exit of the tunnel.
"Correct. If I believe correctly Nott wanted children, and was still... what was that muggle phrase again? When you deny your sexuality?" Lucius asked.
"In the closet?" Harry provided.
"Is that what it was called? Your muggles have strange sayings. We just call those people cowards." Lucius said.
"It takes a lot of guts and bravery to come out Lucius. Look at me, I wasn't exactly true to myself till two weeks ago." Harry said.
"I suppose. Still hopefully after our meddling you might give Nott some of that brash Gryffindor courage." Lucius said. Harry laughed and said "Hopefully Blaise would stop kissing my hand."
Lucius kept silent as Harry pulled against a root of the Womping Willow, stopping the tree momentarily. Harry climbed out of the tunnel underneath the tree and helped Lucius. "I suppose that tunnel would be useful for escapes in case of attacks." Lucius said.
"Actually it was built for Remus Lupin. Every full moon he and my father and Sirius would go to the Shrieking shack, where Remus would transform into a werewolf and Sirius and Dad would turn into their animals." Harry said.
"Interesting." Lucius said. They both looked at Hogwarts and he said "I hope your map has another secret passage straight towards Dumbledore's office. Else wise we will have to keep unnoticed in a castle full of eyes."
Harry checked his map and shook his head, "We have to actually take a door inside, but once inside, there should be a passage next to Snape's Supply room that leads to the third floor where Dumbledore's office is."
"Yes, I am well aquainted where his office is. Let's see, we are in the year Nineteen hundred and ninety-one so the password is 'Jelly Babies.'"
"Jelly Babies?" Harry asked.
"A muggle sweet. You remember Dumbledore, he had a fondness for muggle sweets. And muggles in general." Lucius said. Harry just nodded and they both entered the castle, wary of the portraits and silence of the castle.
Harry and Draco walked into the Great Hall, Harry looking around at the sights. The hall was huge, having four long tables each filled with Students wearing robes and their black pointy hats. Harry saw that he walked between two tables, on his left the students were wearing blue and white ties, while on the right they were wearing yellow and black ties. "Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff." Draco whispered in Harry's ear, "Do not get into them."
He looked up to see the ceiling, only there was no ceiling. Instead, above the many floating candles, was the night sky, the stairs shining in the clear night. He heard Hermione whispered "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Harry wondered if they would have to pull a rabbit out of the hat when the seam of the hat ripped open and it started to sing. The Hat sang of its appearance, and who it is. The Sorting Hat then sang about each of the four houses calling Gryffindor "the brave at heart,/Their daring, nerve, and chivalry/Set Gryffindor apart." The Sorting Hat continued to sing, ending with Slytherin.
"Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends."
The Hat then invited the First Years to put it on and the whole hall burst in thunderous applause. Harry heard Ron complain to a round faced boy next to him, but he didn't pay attention. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward, hold a long rol of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." She said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, and sat down. A moment passed "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the Sorting Hat. The table to the right of Harry cheered and clapped as Hannah joined them.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted again and Bones ran off to the Hufflepuff table, sitting next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry"
"RAVENCLAW!" The table next to what Harry guessed was Slytherin clapped this time, several of the Ravenclaws stood up and shaked Terry's hand as he joined them.
"Boot's a small pureblood family," Draco whispered. "I've seen him a couple of times at gatherings my family hosted."
Professor McGonagall yelled several more names before a girl named Millicent Bulstrode became the first Slytherin. "Her family is full of money grabbers," Draco whispered, "keep away from her."
Professor McGonagall kept on calling names and Harry noticed that sometimes the Hat took a moment to call out a house name, and others the Hat shouted almost immediately. A boy named Seamus Finnigan became the first Gryffindor, and it took a whole minute before the hat decided. "Granger, Hermione."
Hermione almost ran up to the stool and jammed the hat on her eagerly. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted, and in the back Harry heard Ron groaned, but he didn't care. Slytherin, he thought, I have to get into Slytherin. Draco walked up confidently when his name was called, his and Harry's hands finally separating. Draco took the hat and sat down. The moment the hat was placed on his head, the Sorting Hat yelled "SLYTHERIN!" Harry, Blaise, and Theodore cheered with the rest of Slytherin House as Draco stood up, walking to Slytherin table with the arrogance and confidence of the Malfoy name. There weren't many names left and soon Professor McGonagall called Theodore who joined Draco in Slytherin.
"Potter, Harry!"
The entire hall went quiet as Harry stepped out of the group of first years. He heard whispers as he went up. "It's him, it's Harry Potter!"
"He's definitely going to be in Gryffindor."
"Is that really him? Where's the scar?"
Each step Harry took he became more and more nervous. His heart was racing as he reached the stool, the Professor's table looking facing him, each teacher watching him curiously. Harry turned around and sat on the wooden stool, the Sorting Hat falling on his head and covering his eyes, cloaking him in darkness. He waited. "Hmm," said a small voice in his ear, "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes—and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. ...So where shall I put you?"
Harry grasped the edges of the stool and thought Not Hufflepuff. Please not Hufflepuff!
"Hufflepuff? Ha! Your potential would be wasted in Hufflepuff... Let's see Slytherin? You want to be in Slytherin... yes. You could be great you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you and the way to greatness, no doubt about that. Very well better be SLYTHERIN!"
Harry smiled as the Hat was pulled off of him. Slytherin table cheered and clapped, as well as the faculty, who clapped politely. Ravenclaw table clapped politely as well, along with a few Hufflepuffs, but Gryffindor table was stunned quiet as Harry walked towards Slytherin table and took his place next to Draco. "Good job." Draco whispered as Theodore moved closer to Harry. "Congratulations Harry." He whispered.
Harry smiled at both of them, but it turned into a small frown when he saw Ron's face, who looked enraged and betrayed at him. A Gryffindor at the table stood up and yelled "NO! Resort him!"
An elderly man with a long white beard wearing a purple robe and purple pointed hat stood up and said "The Sorting Hat has chosen. Harry Potter is a Slytherin. Anyone who disagrees with our tradition can either talk with Professor McGonagall, or myself. We are all free for your opinions." The man nodded to Professor McGonagall, who continued with the sorting.
"Professor Dumbledore," Theodore whispered to Harry, "He's Headmaster of Hogwarts and leader of the Light Army against You-Know-Who during the first Wizardry War." Harry nodded and looked up at the faculty table, where Dumbledore was watching him. Dumbledore's and Harry's eyes meet and Dumbledore raised a glass and smiled, a twinkle in the old man's eye. Professor McGonagall continued the sorting and Harry barely paid attention, tuning in only when Ron went up and got sorted into Gryffindor. Harry followed Ron with his eyes and offered a small smile and wave. Ron saw him and glared, turning away and talking to Neville Longbottom, another first year Gryffindor. Harry felt sad, but turned towards the sorting hat when Blaise was called up last. "Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouted and Harry cheered with the rest of the Slytherins. Blaise joined his friends, sitting next to Theodore. Professor McGonagall took the sorting hat and the wooden stool and moved it out of the way, next to the faculty table.
She returned to her seat next to Professor Dumbledore, and he stood up to address the students. "Welcome," he said, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
He sat down and everyone clapped and cheered. "Is he a bit mad?"
"A bit." Draco said, "My father said that he's the maddest Headmaster the school has ever seen."
"He's also called the greatest wizard of our age." Theodore chimed in, "Mostly because of his accomplishments during the war against You-Know-Who and being a teacher here for over seventy years."
"Seventy years? How old is he?" Harry asked.
"Records says he was born in 1881," Theodore said, "So roughly one hundred and eight years old."
"Wow... do wizards normally live that long?" Harry asked surprised. The oldest person that he knows is Arabella Figg, who was in her eighties and always smelt like cat litter.
"Yeah, we have superior life span than muggles." Theodore said. Draco nodded and said "That, and we're just better. Trust me Harry, there is a lot you need to learn before you can become a proper wizard. But I'll help you."
"Thank you Draco." Harry smiled.
Dumbledore clapped his hands and the golden dishes and plates in front of the students filled with food magically. Harry was amazed, he has been surrounded by magic for a short time and still everything around him is surprising and new. He can't wait to learn how to do all of this!
Harry filled his plate with food and filled his plate with pumpkin juice as Draco did the same. "So Potter," Draco said, "First lesson is how you eat. Grab your fork and knife." Harry did, holding it like a pencil and Draco slapped his hand, making Harry drop his fork. "Ow!" Harry said.
"Wrong. Watch how we hold it." Draco said, holding the fork and knife eloquently in his left and right hands. Harry tried to copy Draco's movements and felt odd holding the knife and fork that way. Draco nodded and said "Good, now cut the turkey, remember Potter. I don't want to see your elbows." Harry nodded and rested his arms so that his elbows were under the table. Draco nodded and Harry smiled. "Now use your wrist to cut the turkey. Watch how Blaise does it." Draco said, pointing to Blaise with his fork. Harry did and Blaise chuckled as he cut a small piece of his chicken. Blaise took the piece and placed it in his mouth, his eyes connecting with Harry's as he slightly chewed his food, his fork pulling out of his mouth slowly.
Harry gulped and blushed as he looked away as Blaise ate. "Ignore the last part Potter." Draco said, "That part he learned from his mother."
Harry nodded and tried with his turkey, cutting a piece and Draco said "That's too big. Cut that in half." Harry did and took a bite. He couldn't help but moan, it was the most delicious meat that he has eaten in his short life. Draco frowned and said "Good, except for that sound. Don't do that."
"I think he should, my mother says that a boy should moan if it is good." Blaise said. Harry blushed but ignored him. He glanced at Ron and saw him eating handfuls of food, each hand held a chicken leg. He looked like he was having fun, but Harry tried his best to ignore him, turning his attention to the faculty table. At the end of the table, talking with Professor Quirrel, was a man with long, greasy hair and a hooked nose. The man looked over at the Slytherin Table and stared at Harry, giving him an uneasy feeling. Harry's scar then for the first time stared to sting. Harry dropped his silverware, "Ahh" he said in pain as his hand flew to his scar.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked.
"Who's that man, talking with Professor Quirrel?" Harry asked, the pain fading away.
"That's Professor Snape." Draco said, "He's our Head of House and Hogwart's Potions Master." Harry nodded and frowned. For some reason, he doesn't like the way Snape looked at him, nor the feeling his scar made when he did.
"Back to eating." Draco said, "Finish your turkey and then take a sip of your juice."
Harry did and Draco slapped his hand again. "Wrong. You're taking gulps like someone's going to take it away. Slow down and sip. Two seconds then swallow. Make the drink last." Harry nodded and frowned. "Sorry." He said.
"Don't apologize Harry, do it again." Draco said, refilling Harry's cup with pumpkin juice. Blaise and Theodore snickered to each other as they had their own conversations. "Looks like Draco's already whipping Harry." Theodore whispered.
"I thought he would wait a few days before getting cocky." Blaise said. Theodore chuckled and Harry looked at them confused. "What do you mean whipped? I'm not whipped?"
"Don't listen to them Harry. They are just jealous that I'm teaching you. Now, take a sip from your drink." Draco said. Harry did and held the cup to his lips for two seconds, sipping from his cup. He swallowed and lowered the cup. Harry turned to Draco to see how he did and Draco nodded, a small smile on his face. "Good job Harry." He said. "Now finish dinner." He commanded. Harry smiled and did as he was told, eating as much of the food that his stomach could handle. Draco and Theodore talked about their courses, Blaise adding in his thoughts every now and then. "What about you Harry? What courses are you most interested in?" Theodore asked.
Harry swallowed his mashed potatoes and placed his fork down. "I don't know. I've been reading Hogwarts, A History on the train. Though Defense Against the Dark Arts seems interesting."
"Well, Father said that before this year, Professor Quirrel taught some stupid class like Muggle Studies." Draco said. "Seems like a waste of time if you asked me."
"Muggle studies?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry, none of us will be taking that." Draco said. Theodore nodded and said "It's an elective that usually the Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors have from third year on."
"So who was professor before Quirrel?" Harry asked.
"Father said some woman named Merryweather. For some reason the school kept on having trouble finding a professor for Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts." Draco said, shrugging.
"Really? That's weird... wait, how does your father know this?" Harry asked.
"Simple, he's the school's Governor." Draco said. Harry nodded and was about to say something when Dumbledore stood up again. "A wonderful feast, to start a wonderful year of learning. Before we have the prefects escort the first years, I have a few announcements to make. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few older students would do well to remember that as well." Professor Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction to the Weasley twins, who returned a friendly smile. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was part of the few who did. Harry turned to Draco and asked "He's not serious is he?"
"He must be. Father said that Dumbledore does not joke with death." Draco said. "Now, it is bedtime, so off you all trot." Dumbledore said, dismissing the students.
"First years this way!" A female Slytherin said, catching Harry's attention. She was short and slightly overweight, her brown hair in a ponytail. Harry followed Draco as they walked with the prefect, Draco's hand grabbing Harry's arm. The group of four led the first years, following the female prefect as a male prefect followed behind. The prefect led the first year Slytherins down into the dungeon, where Harry felt cold and scared. The dark dungeons reminded Harry of his cupboard, and he hoped that his dormitory isn't like it.
The prefect stood in front of a wall and said "This is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. In order to get in you need the password. The password is chosen by our Head of House, and changes every month. Look at the bulletin board inside for the new password. For the first month the password is 'Newts eye.' Potter! Open the door." Harry nodded and walked in front of the wall, looking at the carved serpent in it. "Newt's Eye." Harry said. The wall shook and moved, revealing a small archway that led into the Slytherin Common Room. Harry looked inside and saw dim lights and green furniture.
"Good work Potter, five points for Slytherin." The prefect said. She stepped inside, followed by Harry, Draco, Theodore, Blaise, and the other first years. Harry's wrist found Draco's hand and Harry looked around the Common Room. The lighting was dim, yet comfortable. Dark-green furniture decorated the room, a couch and two armchairs surrounded a cozy fireplace, and even though they were in the dungeons, there are windows that let a pleasant breeze in. In the back of the common room were two sets of stairs, one that led up and the other that lead downwards. "I thought we were in the dungeons." Harry said.
"Slytherin secret Potter." The male prefect said. "While our entrance in the dungeons, our Common rooms and dorms are actually in the South Tower, one of the largest towers of Hogwarts."
"Mr. Bull is correct, Mr. Potter." Severus Snape said as he walked in, his cloak and robes moving around him, making it seemed as if he were gliding. "Slytherin Common Room resides in the entirety of the South Tower, the tower being Salazar Slytherin's dwellings when he and the other Founders built Hogwarts. Tell me Potter, do you know when Hogwarts was found?" Snape asked, sounding as if he was trying to trick Harry. Harry thought about it, and remembered something he read in Hogwarts, A History on the train. "In the ninth century sir." He said.
Snape raised an eyebrow and said "Correct Mr. Potter. It pleases me to see you not only inherit your mother's eyes, but her intelligences as well. Though, I must wonder what your father would say to know his son was sorted in Slytherin."
"You know my father?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I had the pleasure of being acquaintance with James Potter. I hope for your sake that you have not inherited his behavior. I will not allow any tomfoolery from you, nor from any other Slytherin." Snape said, looking at the rest of the first years. Snape made sure to look at every single Slytherin and said "Why are you all still here? You have classes in the morning, get to bed the lot of you." He gave one final look and left them, his robes blowing behind him. Bull showed the boys were their dormitory was, each student had a four posted bed. Draco made sure that his and Harry's beds were next to each other's and that Crabbe and Goyle were far away from them. Draco actually used a spell called "Depulso" to push the beds away from his and Harry's.
"Crabbe, Goyle. You will not talk with me or my friends until we ask for you." Draco said. The two trollish humans nodded and Harry frowned. "It's okay Harry," Blaise said, "Most likely they will be kicked out by the end of first year. It's a miracle that they even got into Hogwarts."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked confused.
"They're not that strong... magically." Theodore said, "We'll explain later. For now, let's just sleep." Harry nodded and went to his bed, happy that it was next to a high window. All of his luggage were waiting at the foot of his bed, and Harry pulled out his pajamas, getting on his bed and closing the curtains to give himself some privacy to change. Draco opened his curtains and said "Don't do that next time. I have to make sure that you actually know how to change clothing."
"I'm eleven Draco! I know how to change my clothes." Harry said, blushing, "Besides, why do you want to watch me get changed?"
"You're my boy Potter. I have to teach you how to be a proper wizard. That means I have to see you at all times. Understand Harry?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and said "Yeah Draco I understand."
"Good boy, now go to sleep." Draco said, getting into his bed. Harry smiled at Draco and said "Goodnight" before going to bed and closing his eyes. The last thing he heard before going to bed was Blaise whispering "whipped," and Theodore chuckling.
Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy waited in Professor Dumbledore's office. Harry was standing next to Fawkes the phoenix and was petting him, cooing at the old bird. "I believe the sorting must be done by now." Lucius sighed, tired of waiting.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember. "I think so, me getting into Gryffindor is getting the same treatment. It all seemed like a dream." He said.
"So I take it you're a Slytherin now." Lucius said.
"Yeah I am. And I think your son tried to teach me how to eat properly." Harry chuckled.
"Must be from all those eloquent lessons that Narcissa and I had Draco take when he was young." Lucius said.
"Lessons that were well used in the banquet tonight, I assure you." Professor Dumbledore said walking into his office. Harry turned around but Lucius kept in his chair as Professor Dumbledore walked to his desk and sat down. "It seems that Fawkes has taken a liking to you Mr. Potter," Professor Dumbledore said, "Though I admit you have aged greatly in the hour I last seen you."
"How did you know that it was me Professor?" Harry asked.
"Simple Harry." The old wizard chuckled, "You have your mother's eyes. That, and as Headmaster it does me well to know all inhabitants of Hogwarts by name. Though I wonder, how it is that you are here at your age now, and sleeping a peaceful eleven?"
"It is a complicated story Professor." Harry began. Lucius cleared his throat and said "Though this sounds improbable, we are from twenty years from now, give or take." He shrugged. "We are unhappy with the events in the future, and decided that it would be for the greater good to fix it."
"Lucius, you are suggesting to meddle in the affairs of what wizards shouldn't tamper with." Dumbledore said. "Death happens, as well as life. It is a natural occurrence in our world. Tampering that natural state can lead to terrible things."
"But sir! We are trying to save lives from Voldemort! He's not dead!" Harry said.
"I know he is not dead Mr. Potter. Voldemort could not have died that night, though he did lose his physical body." Dumbledore said.
"Then you should know that he's—"
"Stop Mr. Potter this instant!" Dumbledore said, silencing Harry. "You must not tell me of events that have yet to happen. Who knows what changes you two have already caused being here." Dumbledore thought for a moment and asked "Mr. Potter, when you came to Hogwarts, which House were you sorted in? Before you meddle with time."
"Gryffindor. I was sorted into Gryffindor." Harry said, ashamed that Dumbledore looked disappointed in him.
"I see. So already time has changed. Lucius, you should have known the risks of meddling with the past." Dumbledore said, turning his attention to him.
"I do Dumbledore," the old Lucius said, "and the gains personally outweighed the risks. To state information that we all know, the Dark Lord will rise again using a ritual that will mark Harry as his equal a second time. I planned that if Harry and I could interrupt his resurrection, Voldemort will not come back. And his Horcruxes could then be destroyed."
"So it is true then? Voldemort have created Horcruxes." Dumbledore sighed.
"Unfortunately." Lucius said. "I suppose you can guess how many there are." Dumbledore just nodded and said "That can wait for when it happens. Now we have more pressing matters at hand."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"For example, you two are out of your time period. You should not mess with time Mr. Potter. The changes you have already performed have unimaginable effects on the timeline, not matter how small it seems to you. Now why was it so important for you to put young Harry into Slytherin House, instead of Gryffindor where he normally was?" Dumbledore asked, his patience growing short.
Harry blushed and said "Well... sir... I, and Draco are well homosexuals. And we love each other, even when we were rivals in Hogwarts. In my past, both Draco and I have major influence on some... key events. We believed that if Draco and I were dating and were in love in Hogwarts, then those key events were turned out different." Harry didn't know how to tell Dumbledore that he's going to die in six years without specifically saying it.
Dumbledore nodded and said "Love is a powerful force Harry. The love that you and Draco shared were a love that went through trials and tribulations as rivals, only to overcome your differences and come together as one. You two have taken that away. Now, for your plan to succeed young Harry and Draco need to find love through a different route. Do you understand Harry my boy?" Dumbledore asked, the small twinkle returning to his eye.
"Yes Professor, I do." Harry said.
"Good. Now, about those 'key events' as you called them, " Dumbledore continued, "without telling me the details, how many of them happened during your stay at Hogwarts?"
"Approximately one per year." Harry answered. Dumbledore chuckled and said "My, you have had a busy time here." Harry chuckled as well, while Lucius just rolled his eyes. "Yes well," Dumbledore continued, "these events must happen. You called them key events because they have a major effect on the timeline and your life Harry. They must stay the same." Dumbledore said. Harry looked horrorstricken. A hopelessness fell over him as dread built up, does that mean Sirius will still die? He wondered. Dumbledore saw Harry's dread and said "Although, the precise details might be persuaded to alter a bit. I am sure that Mr. Malfoy here will most definitely find such altercations."
"Naturally." Lucius agreed, pouring himself a glass of brandy that he found in Dumbledore's cabinet. Dumbledore accepted a glass and looked at Harry, "Technically Harry you are eleven in this year, so I don't know if Mr. Malfoy here should offer you some brandy."
Lucius chuckled and said "I doubt if I should as well. After all Mr. Potter, you will be carrying my grandchildren."
"Then he should definitely have a drink." Dumbledore said, pouring a glass for Harry. "For congratulations, on the future of the Malfoy and Potter family." Dumbledore toasted, sipping his brandy.
"To Scorpius." Lucius said, taking a drink.
"To my kids." Harry muttered, drinking the brandy in one go. Harry's cheeks gone red and Dumbledore looked at them. "Boys," he said. "You have a dangerous road ahead of you. For tonight you may rest up in my guest rooms. Then in the morning, after a breakfast and reminisce, you may go to your next event." Dumbledore waved a hand and a door opened, leading to two guest rooms, "May I suggest Yule Time? It is always my favorite holiday." Dumbledore chuckled to himself.
Lucius and Harry thanked Dumbledore and retreated to their rooms. Harry changed into his pajamas and laid down, closing his eyes as he remembered his new life.