DEEP INSIDE GRINGOTTS, 2005

Dark and alone, a cloaked individual was pacing back and forth in the confines of the room. Fifteen minutes pass before the sound of a screeching door could be heard. The lone occupant of the room turned towards the sound and behind the giant metal door a young man with a torch appeared. Within a second of seeing the young man, the cloaked individual lifted their arm with a knife at the ready.

The man with the torch froze halfway in. The light had spread out in the room, showing nothing but rock and rags. The only noticeable thing about the room was the door in the far back that had a red shine to it due to the light hitting the rubies imbedded into the wood.

The man holding the torchlight had blonde hair that was slicked back, and his pale skin glowed with the contrast of the black clothes he wore.

"Potter, it's just me. Has the hero himself finally snapped, pulling a knife at every stranger he sees?"

The snort coming from the cloaked man echoed around the room.

"You know it doesn't work like that, Malfoy", the man replied, his voice was hoarse and raspy.

"Oh come off it Potter, you seriously can't tell its me?"

Malfoy took one step towards the man in the room and in a flash the small blade in the cloaked man's hand disappeared only to reappear lodged in the wall right next to the now-stunned blonde's face.

"That was a warning, Malfoy, one more step and I'll end you."

Malfoy wasn't stupid and decided now wasn't the time to have his fun. "Alright, alright, ask away, 'Oh Demented One'" Okay, so he couldn't fully stop his fun.

"What nickname were you given fourth year, who caused it, and who gave you the nickname?"

"Ferret, the fake moody, and the know-it-all Granger. Done?"

The mystery man took his cloak off to show a mane of black hair that seemed out of control and eyes a deep shade of green. "Must you be a pain about it every time we do this Draco? You know it is simply for security reasons."

Draco smiled and replied, "Yes, only because I know it irritates you. Now, my turn. What's one of the memories you use for your patronous?"

"You, getting punched in the face by Hermione."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes, but the question was pointless, since you had no reason to suspect me at all."

Draco rolled his eyes and finally moved from his spot in the doorway. Using all of his weight, he pushed the door shut. "Of course. I don't know anyone else hiding in one of the lowest vaults under Gringotts." He walked over to Harry and sat down on the floor, "And since you stay down here the least you can do is oil that damn door, it's a pain to open and close".

Harry walked to a corner of the room where a giant pile of rags was. Moving them to the side revealed a crate. He opened it and lifted out two loaves of bread. Turning around, he tossed one to Draco. "The door warns me when someone is coming in. It's big so they have to put effort into it and the screeching can't be silenced by magic because of the resistance the door has to magic."

Draco finished his loaf quickly and looked around the room again before focusing on Harry who was now leaning against a wall. "I never got to ask, but where are Granger and Weasley? I've hardly ever seen them away from you except on missions."

The instant he asked that question, Draco noticed Harry stiffen up. His eyes darkened and glowed a deathly green. The magic vibes he was giving off were so potent that it could be seen by the natural eye. When he spoke his voice was laced with venom.

"How about you give me your reason for being late first? You were supposed to be here an hour ago."

Draco had to hold back the urge to back away, as when Potter got this mad it was best not to add fuel to the fire. "The Minister called me up to his office and asked me how much longer it will take to track you, honestly I think I'm a prime suspect and I probably should go back to the ministry."

Harry sighed, a sign that he accepted the excuse. Closing his eyes he contemplated the years on the run and the lies that ran with it.

After the war, he and Ginny did a double wedding with Hermione and Ron, then went to Hogwarts for their 7th year; mostly to stop Hermione's insistent nagging. "We have to finish our education!", she'd say. Jobs were given to each of us right when we graduated; Ginny became a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, Hermione's love for knowledge and books led her to teaching at Hogwarts, and Ron followed him into the auror department. A year or two later it looked like everything was going great; oh how wrong he was.

The hardcore purebloods along with Fudge, the re-elected minister of magic, framed him with the conspiracy to take over the magical world and came up with some bogus evidence which most would see as nothing more then a hoax. In that lies the problem, the wizards and witches in Britain were nothing more then mindless sheep; so when Harry was declared as a world class villian worse than Voldemort, most of Britain wanted him dead.

Thank god for common sense though, while Britain believed him being a monster, the rest of the world thought otherwise. When things got tough Harry fled from country to country to avoid capture.. Russia, India, France, even America. But as he was running things were getting out of hand.

Britain, being a single power against every other country, did some dark things to try and take his life. Werewolves, vampires, giants, and other labelled dark creatures were brought in to strengthen their power. Wizards turned to dark rituals from blood to soul sacrificing. To put it bluntly things were very, very, dark in Britain. So being the good Samaritan Harry was, he went back to try and set things right.

Nothing went right. Just like the war with Voldemort, people were dying, but at a much faster pace. Four years go by, and Britain has destroyed most of the world along with majority of the population. The people on Harry's side had dwindled to nothing, making a revolution impossible, and now it's just about surviving. But even that was taken from Harry.

Harry sighed again, feeling the hopelessness take over. Draco watched the whole time Harry was staring at nothing but couldn't wait any longer. "What happened?", he asked

Harry looked at Draco and he knew right then and there things must be terrible, as he had never seen Harry so worn, old, and downright tired. His eyes dulled to a point of near grey-green, his body limp on the floor, nothing showed that Harry had hope.

In a voice devoid of any emotion he spoke, "Ron, he was the spy we were trying to find".

Draco couldn't believe it, he thought many things of the red headed weasel, but this was beyond it all. He shook his head. 'Potter had to be cursed with all the bad luck he has', he thought.

Harry got up and went back to the crate and got another loaf all the while still speaking. "He killed Hermione when he told her everything in hopes she'd join him in turning me in, that explains why her research trip seemed to have taken longer then it should have."

Draco couldn't bear to listen to Harry speak anymore. His voice was still emotionless. When Harry Potter gave up, it was time to hang up the cloak.

"How long do we have 'till they come?"

Harry just shrugged. "I'm honestly surprised you came. I guess they didn't arrest you to rub it in your face that they knew." he told Draco.

Silence was all that occupied the vault for what felt like hours. Suddenly, laughter could be heard echoing in the small vault. Harry turned and saw Draco on his back, laughing, his face slowly staining itself with tears. Normally he would mock Draco with how he was acting but he couldn't blame him, the situation was so bad one just couldn't help but laugh at it. If all is lost, then he guessed there is no risk involved in trying.

Harry got up and went to the back of the vault to the ruby encrusted door, and as he touched it with his right hand, the door opened. Turning to Draco he gave a half smile, "Are you going to stay on the floor crying like a girl with mood swings, or try something impossible with me as a last ditch effort?"

Draco was stunned. In a matter of seconds, the Chosen One's mood switched from depression to arrogance. Harry Potter was back in the game. He laughed again while getting up, If anyone was having mood swings it was the green-eyed wizard that was standing before him.

"What 'impossible plan' would this be?"

Harry walked through the door, down a cobblestone hallway, with Draco following behind, "Time travel", he said.

Draco was slowly getting sick of these surprises. His heart could only take so much. "That's impossible."

"Not for Hermione Granger," he said with some pride.

"Of course, only the know-it-all Granger could pull it off."

While talking, Draco was looking around the narrow hall way they were going down. He had never been in here before, Harry only took Hermione and Ron in with him. Now seeing it it would seem nothing was all that great about it, that is until he saw the chamber. The walls were made of gems. Each side made of a different color; red, blue, yellow, and green. On the floor was the Gyffindor symbol, embedded with solid gold.

He saw books and papers everywhere, but what caught his attention the most was the stones in a circular pattern in the middle of the room. The stones had writings on them, which Draco could only assume would be runes. Done looking around, he thought it was time to get to business. "What is it you need me to do, Potter?"