Hey guys! Okay, this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. And if you could be so kind as to review, that would really make my day. Anyways, thanks and enjoy!

Finally, the war was over. Voldemort was defeated, dead at last. But still Harry Potter was not happy. Poor Teddy would never be able to know his parents. The Weasleys had lost a son and a brother. And Colin Creevey, the boy who had died fighting for Harry. So many families were torn apart. And it was all his fault. He could not bear to look at all of those people but he knew he owed them that much.

For weeks after the Final Battle, Harry personally went to all those families and announced the death of their beloved. At each and every house, mothers would cry, fathers would attempt to be strong, and siblings would whimper and seek comfort. And all would look at Harry and thank him. Thank him for the happiness and peace he brought the world. From all over the wizarding world, people sent him gifts and letters, praising him.

With the help of all the people he loved, Harry's life got back on track. Minerva McGonagall was once again Headmistress. She and Harry worked together to piece the school back together. They also saw to having Severus Snape's portrait hung in her office and to him receiving an Order of Merlin for his work as a spy. The time spent together resulted in a close bond between the two survivors. Kingsley Shacklebolt went on to become the Minister of Magic. He offered the job of Aurors to Harry, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. The three, however felt that they had already seen too much of the Dark Arts and declined. Neville became the Herbology professor and pursued a loving relationship with Luna Lovegood who took over the Quibbler at the death of her father. Ron proposed to Hermione and went to work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to comfort George after the loss of his twin. Hermione gained a position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She, Ron and Harry all were featured on Chocolate Frog Cards. Ginny Weasley tried out for the Holyhead Harpies and to her delight, became chaser. Despite promises made, she and Harry did not get back together after the war.

"There you are, Harry." Harry turned to face Draco as he strode down the corridor towards him. He bent down and planted a soft kiss upon Harry's lips before pulling away.

Yes, there you have it people! The Chosen One and the Slytherin Prince were in love and happy. After defecting to the Light side, Draco Malfoy stood by Harry and McGonagall as the three rebuilt Hogwarts. All of Harry's friends and family were reluctant to accept him but eventually gave in and welcomed Draco. Surprisingly, Ginny was the first to accept Draco, claiming that if he made Harry happy then she was happy.

"Anyway, Minerva wants to see us in her office right away," Draco stated once the kiss ended. After forming close friendships, Draco and Harry were both given the privilege of calling the headmistress by her given name.

"Well then what are we standing here for? Let's go Drake." Draco chuckled at the enthusiasm his boyfriend display before following him to the gargoyle entrance. After muttering the password (Expelliarmus), the duo climbed up the stairs and opened the door to the office, slipping in silently.

Glancing up, Minerva McGonagall let a small smile grace her lips as she gestured towards the seats in front of her. "How are you? Hopefully well."

As Draco and Harry sat down, Harry turned to grin at her before answering. "We've been fine, Minerva. And how have you been today?" he questioned, absentmindedly lacing his fingers with Draco's.

"Busy as usual. But I have something important for you to do," Minerva inwardly smiled at the growing love between the two men as she continued. "You see, back in 1978, we had two new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. They were very young and very suspicious but they were most definitely qualified. Those two professors were Harry Porter and Draco Malfus."

"What does that have to do with us? Besides the fact that their names are like ours," Draco asked, a puzzled expression on his pale flawless face.

"Well you see. These two professors bore a striking resemblance to you two. It is my belief that those professors were you," Minerva explained, standing to go search for something amongst the many objects in her office.

"But how? Minerva, I'm afraid you must be mistaken." Draco nodded in agreement to Harry's statement. Minerva turned towards the young man. Confusion gleamed in the impossibly green eyes.

"I have a question, Harry." Harry nodded, motioning for Minerva to continue. "Do you by any chance have a tattoo on your back? Perhaps a silver snake wrapped around a golden lion?"

Harry blushed, shrinking under the glare of his former professor. Draco chuckled next to him and answered Minerva's question. "Why yes Minerva. He does. Although…Should I be concerned that you know what the back of my boyfriend looks like?" Draco raised his eyebrow and smiled as a light blush appeared on the cheeks of Minerva McGonagall.

"Oh hush up! That's not the point," Minerva muttered, willing the blood in her cheeks to leave. "The point is that once Professor Porter had to go to the Hospital Wing where your tattoo was exposed. Professor Malfus was scolding you for your 'stupidity and damn hero complex', as he put it."

Draco nodded, a surprisingly solemn expression on his aristocratic face. "Only Harry bloody Potter would land himself in the Hospital Wing because of his hero complex," Draco stated in a serious voice, inwardly smirking at his boyfriend's indignant expression.

"Excuse you! Only someone like you could scold an injured man," Harry huffed, glaring at the blonde next to him.

Minerva smiled, amused at the small quarrel erupting before her. She softly chuckled as Harry playfully smacked Draco on the back of his head. Those two were so different, yet so much alike. Immediately after the Final Battle, Harry and Draco buried the hatchet and began a hesitant friendship. Several months later, the two former rivals got together, having finally realized the feelings they had for one another. Now, about a year and a half later, no one could believe that the two young men used to hate each other. The love in their eyes was evident when they looked at each other. At the sound of a shriek, Minerva turned towards the men.

"Enough already. Does this mean that the two of you acknowledge your role in the past?" Minerva questioned, effectively stopping their argument. The men looked thoughtful before hesitantly nodding their heads.

"But Minerva, can we possibly brew some more recent potions than the ones that are in the past?" Harry asked, hurrying to explain himself at her raised eyebrow. "Like the Wolfsbane potion for Remus?" Minerva smiled uncharacteristically and nodded. Harry grinned, relief shining in his emerald eyes.

"Will we have to change anything about our appearances? I know we both resemble our fathers," Draco reached out and began to stroke the back of Harry's hand with his thumb, lovingly.

Minerva frowned slightly before shaking her head. "No, I don't think so. You have both started to look different from your fathers." This, of course, was true. Draco's pale blonde hair reached his chin. He had stopped gelling it back, letting it fall around his face casually. His once ice cold eyes had melted into molten silver. More of Draco's mother started to show in his face. As he grew, the Black features had seeped into the typical Malfoy look. It added a more delicate look in comparison to Lucius Malfoy's sharp features. Harry had changed a lot more as well. A new depth was displayed in the entrancing green eyes, new shadows darkening them to look like something obviously different than Lily's eyes. He had also found that if his hair was longer the tamer it became. Therefore, Harry had grown out his raven black hair a little past his shoulders. More often than not, the raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Minerva was right. They were no longer a carbon copy of their fathers. They were distinctly different.

The two men nodded their approval. Minerva paused in her searching, stopping before a well concealed jar of what seemed like sand. She gently picked up the jar, walked over to the desk and carefully placed the jar in front of the two. Harry and Draco leaned forward, examining the sand. "This is an advanced form of the timeturner. A modified version of the timeturner sand. It works like Floo Powder. You throw some in the fireplace, state the time and place of where you wish to go, and it will take you there. However, this is a recent development that is necessary to come back. You will take the jar with you so you can Floo yourself back, if you want to of course. You are given the option of staying there and then returning the sand to me once your counterparts have left. One rule though: No changing the future." Minerva paused, waiting for the signs of agreement. Once they nodded, albeit reluctantly, she continued. "You will go to Hogwarts to apply as the Defense Against the Dark Arts and teach the classes together. Here is the sand. The date is August 25th, 1977, 12 p.m. at Hogshead, Hogsmead. Good luck you two."

Draco and Harry stood up from their chairs and did a quick 'Accio', instantly summoning their possessions which they proceeded to shrink and put in their pockets. "Oh! I almost forgot. Here, this contains the majority of both your fortunes. Just think of the amount you want and it'll appear," Minerva cried, handing them each a small brown pouch.

Draco gazed suspiciously at the pouch and Minerva. "How did you manage to get into our vaults in the first place?" Minerva grinned mischievously, causing a shiver to go down the men's backs. "On second thought, I don't want to know." Minerva nodded wisely, gesturing towards the fireplace. "I'll go first. Someone needs to be on the other side to catch you," Draco stated, ignoring the annoyed man beside him. He grabbed some of the sand and threw it into the fireplace, making the flames become an eerie blue. With one last goodbye, Draco walked into the fire and disappeared.

Harry grabbed the jar, waved to Minerva and left with a time and place on his lips.

Minerva sighed. "Good luck. You'll need it for the time ahead."

Yah I know it's really short. But I will try to make other chapters longer. Review please!