A/N: Hello everyone, first and foremost I'd just like to say that I own absolutely nothing and if I did I sure wouldn't have nearly as many student loans, I'd have a car, and probably more of a life than homework and work all the time, but alas, the latter is my life. I'd like to thank swimgirl07 for being a fantastic beta (isn't google docs just a lovely thing?) and for encouraging me to actually get this typed up. This is probably going to be the first of at least 2 stories, though I don't know how often I'll be able to get them updated. Any questions you have at the end of this chapter, feel free to ask, though I may simply tell you that they will be answered in the next chapter as it is mostly back story. Any inconsistencies with healing or possible injuries, just say magic and call it good, I'm sure there are, but magic is a pretty grand thing. I'll try and have a chapter up a week, but no guarantees. Thanks y'all!

This is mostly canon through 6th year. Later in the story it will have past evidence and brief descriptions (nothing graphic) of child abuse. I do not condone it in any way. If you know of anyone or are being abused yourself, please report it.

Chapter 1

"Are you doing okay, baby?" a thin blond asked as he walked carefully backwards down the stairs in front of a tiny raven haired boy.

"Yeah," he grunted as he lowered himself another stair. His entire right leg, from his hip down was braced and immovable. His right wrist was braced for added strength. Under the baggy hoodie (which he had stolen from the blond) his ribs were bandaged tightly to keep them from moving out of place again. In the battle two weeks previous, he had been hit with several bludgeoning jinxes, destroying his ribs, and had all of the bones in his right leg, as well as his wrist, crushed by a fallen stone wall. Technically he was still supposed to be in the Hospital Wing, but he'd convinced Madame Pomfrey to leave him in the care of his boyfriend who was, perhaps, even more protective, at least during meals to start.

It was nearly 45 minutes on their way down, rather than the 7 or 8 minutes it generally took them, before they reached the Entrance Hall, though they were close, they needed to stop and rest from the 5 large flights of stairs. "It's okay, babe, we can rest. Just breathe, sweetheart," the blond soothed, gently rubbing his lower back with his right hand, his left cradling the back of the messy head carefully to his chest. He was a head taller than his tiny boyfriend, despite only being a few weeks older. While frustrated as to how it came to be, he loved being able to hold his little lover so completely. After about 15 minutes, Harry finally pulled back. "Ready?" Draco asked, wanting to be sure.

He just nodded and readjusted his crutches better under his arms. They made their way toward the Great Hall. Just before they entered, a bright light enveloped them, throwing them forward. Harry groaned and rolled onto his back. Draco rushed to his side immediately. "What hurts, baby?" He didn't answer more than to whimper. The blond pulled out a pain and numbing potion and gave it to the boy. Carefully, he helped him stand, muttering soothing nothings as they did. Once standing, they looked over at the Head Table and swore.

"We're not in Kansas anymore," Harry muttered still gripping Draco tightly.

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Everyone in the Great Hall looked at the boys who appeared in the flash of light. There was absolute silence, then, suddenly, mutterings about their looks (for there was no denying they looked exactly like James Potter and Lucius Malfoy) broke out among the entire school, causing a loud buzzing to radiate through the Great Hall.

"Boys," Dumbledore said softly, once he got the students quiet.

Each drew their wands immediately, though Draco was still helping keep Harry up as he did not have his crutches. "Prove it," Draco shouted.

"Prove what, boys?" he asked confused.

"Prove you're Albus Dumbledore," the smaller of the two demanded. "Stay back," he growled as a teacher tried to come nearer from the side, training his wand on the man. "Just prove it, dammit!" he screamed, close to tears at seeing the man alive.

"How would you like me to do so?"

Harry racked his brain for any small bit of little known information. "What's your favorite jam?"

"Raspberry."

"Why don't you eat Every Flavor Beans?"

"I got a vomit flavored one once as a child and haven't liked them since."

"Why are you not afraid of death?"

"Death is but the next great adventure and those we love never truly leave us."

"What's your sister's name?" he asked finally, his voice much quieter.

"Ariana," Dumbledore answered softly, his voice barely carrying to them.

Harry wavered unsteadily. Draco clutched him tighter. "What year is it?" the blond asked.

"1977."

Harry's eyes darted to the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, there were the Marauders and his mother a short distance away with a woman who looked remarkably like Neville. Draco's eyes had darted the opposite direction to where both his parents were sitting, eyes on him just as firmly.

"Can you tell us who you are?" Dumbledore asked carefully, weary to startle the newcomers in case they were dangerous.

Draco bared both their left forearms. "My name is Draconius Lucian Malfoy. My companion is Harrison James Potter. We are from 1998, 21 years in the future. No we don't know how we got here. We were hit with something from behind."

"Dray, I need to sit," Harry whimpered almost inaudibly.

He conjured a squishy black leather armchair with a leg rest on the right side. The tiny raven settled into it gratefully and took over talking. "We can't tell you much more than we have. I can say Lucius is Dray's dad and James is mine. We were both born summer of '80. We are currently in our final year of school, after a year hiatus. Draco is working on a Potion's Mastery, apprenticed under his Godfather. I am working on a Charms Mastery, under Professor Flitwick. We are both Defense Masters. I can't tell you why I'm hurt, but I can say you do not want a stone wall landing on half your body." He grinned slightly as he got a laugh from most of the school after the shock that was their higher education.

"Headmaster, can we retire to your office?" Draco asked when the laughter stopped.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Is there anyone who needs to come?"

"I want my dad, Mu-Narcissa Black, and Severus Snape. Jamie would like his father, Lily Evans, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. As for professors, only McGonagall and Flitwick."

Dumbledore released the rest of the students (who took the time to stare at the two boys before they left) and they all trooped to his office, thankfully the entrance was on the ground level with stairs that moved them up. There were only 4 chairs available in front of the desk. Draco took one, second from the right, and pulled Harry onto his lap. Narcissa sat on their right, Lily on their left. James and Lucius stood behind their future wives. McGonagall took the seat on Lily's other side with Sirius and Remus standing behind her. Flitwick conjured another chair next to her and Severus stood on the other side of Narcissa.

"I assume you wish to relate your whole story?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes, I will start."

A/N: Me again! I will love you forever if you let me know what you think. I accept criticism, compliments and critiques. Flames will be read, laughed at, printed off and burned in a bon fire.