Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. It's tragic, but true. If you know it, it's out of Chamber of Secrets.

A/N: This is the second story in the Rewritten in Time series. In book one, Draco traveled back in time to his eleven-year-old self while retaining his memories from the seventeen years he'd been alive already. He re-did his first year at Hogwarts as Harry Potter's best friends. I highly suggest you read Regrets Collect Like Old Friends before reading this. Oh, and this story contains OCs.

Edited and reloaded 6 July 2013

Beyond Crazy

Harry Potter was bored. His ceiling could only entertain him for so long. It was white, blank and dull and he had been staring at it for over twelve hours.

And it was all a House Elf's fault. Oh, how he despised Dobby.

Harry had not been looking forward to the two weeks he would be staying with the Dursleys, his Muggle relatives. They were horrible. Their main goal in life was to be normal. Their definition of normal was very narrow and did not allow for someone like Harry Potter, a wizard.

Harry snickered thinking what the Dursleys would say if they even accepted him as a normal wizard and later found out he was anything except normal even in the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy, his best friend and distant cousin, referred to him as the Insane One (or various similar nicknames) on a regular basis.

Harry sighed. He missed his friends. He never had friends till he'd found out about the wizarding world. Hours after entering this strange, new world he had met Draco and formed an instant friendship. His next closest friend was a Muggleborn girl who he never honestly thought he'd be friends with. She was very bookish. Then again, Draco turned out to be a little more bookish than Harry originally thought.

Oh, who was he kidding. He missed them both. Granted, he's spent the past two weeks mad at them for not writing when they said they would, but they had been writing. Lots judging by the large pile of letters Dobby had been STEALING from Harry. If Harry's uncle had not locked up his snow white owl, Hedwig, he would not be in this mess. But, because Hedwig was condemned to her cage (grumpily) the House Elf had stolen all the letters before they reached Harry.

"Dobby," Harry groused into the darkness.

Dobby had this crazy idea Harry would be safer if he did not go to Hogwarts this fall and remained with the Durlseys. Clearly, Dobby was had a few screws loose. Dobby had seen the bedroom Harry lived in with its multiple locks on the door, cat flap and barred window. Still, this did not deter the Elf from wreaking havoc when Harry refused to not go to Hogwarts in the fall or visit the Malfoys at the end of his two week sentence with the Durlseys.

Harry did not understand the two week limit, but Aunt Narcissa said something about him having to go home for two weeks, even if he did not want to. She had been so sure, Harry did not question her.

The fact it was the Malfoy's House Elf plotting against him confused him to end.

Harry held up the notice he'd gotten from the Ministry of Magic after Dobby had levitated the elaborate pudding his Aunt Petunia had made for the guests that evening. The Dursleys had entertained some big wigs from Uncle Verne's firm. His uncle had hoped to score a big drill contract and buy a summer home.

Not going to happen now that Dobby had levitated the pudding right over to one of the guests and allowed it to go SPLAT on her head. Dobby vanished with a loud crack, leaving Harry looking guilty. His uncle explained that Harry was deranged. Harry was sure this would have gone over nicely if the owl from the Ministry of Magic hadn't chosen that moment to show up and freak the pudding hat wearing woman out. She left the house screaming.

This lead to Harry staring at his ceiling and clutching the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic for performing underaged magic in a Muggle residence while staring blankly at his ceiling for twelve hours.

Life was so unfair.

Suddenly, Harry's door banged open. Harry shot up into a seated position, his eyes going wide at seeing who was standing in his doorway.

"Why is there a flap in your door, Mr. Potter?" Mr. Malfoy drawled, his snake headed cane poking the cat flat.

Harry must be seeing things. Lucius Malfoy was standing standing in the doorway to Harry's bedroom in Privet Drive.

"So they can feed me," Harry replied honestly, a little scared.

Harry had the distinct feeling Mr. Malfoy hated him. When the Malfoys had appeared to pick up Draco, Mr. Malfoy didn't even seem to like Draco, judging by the sneer he used to greet his only son. Draco did not seem to notice. Draco only had eyes for his mother, who was happy to see him. And Harry.

"The Savior of the wizarding world is fed through a cat flap?" Mr. Malfoy asked, his lip curling.

Harry nodded, gulping.

Mr. Malfoy blinked a few times.

"That cannot be," was all he said, turning on his heel. Harry listened to the man's boots click down the stairs. "Are you coming, Potter?"

Harry scrambled to his feet, glancing around the room for a moment. Were his two weeks up already? Was he actually leaving?

There wasn't anything in his room other than Hedwig, so he grabbed the cage and hurried out of his room. He found Mr. Malfoy standing at the bottom of the stairs, rapping his cane in his hand and tapping his foot. Harry came to an ungraceful halt at the bottom of the stairs.

"Where are your things?"

"Under the stairs, locked in the cupboard."

A single blonde eye brow rose. Mr. Malfoy brushed passed Harry heading to the indicated cupboard. Harry glanced into the lounge to find the three Dursleys all seated on the couch, eyes bulging and faces chalk white. Mr. Malfoy clearly frightened them. Harry found he couldn't feel sorry for them.

Mr. Malfoy was kind of scary.

The cupboard banged open and with a wave of Mr. Malfoy's wand, Harry's belongings shrunk down and were placed into a pocket in Mr Malfoy's cloak.

"Come along. My wife sent me to get you in a timely manner," Mr. Malfoy drawled sounding bored. "Oh, and I got the Ministry to erase the charge of underage magic, as it was due to our batty Elf."

His lip curled again. Harry nodded and thanked him. Mr. Malfoy strode out of the house. Harry stared at his relatives, waved and hurried after Mr. Malfoy. Once they were standing outside, Mr. Malfoy strode down the street, paying no heed to the fact Harry and his short legs had to run to keep up with him. Once they reached the park near the Dursley's home, Mr. Malfoy gripped Harry's arm, spun on the spot and Harry felt like he was sucked into a small tube and squeezed out the other end.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Potter."