TVD fans, I have written the first chapter for the Elijah/Evangeline sequel, but I need to outline the rest of the story before I start posting. Love you all!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

A Changeling in Time

Chapter 1: Intempestivum Victa

Draco and Hermione argued loudly outside the Great Hall. Every student had been given the option of repeating their final year at Hogwarts, due to Voldemort's control over the school the year prior, but since the first day of classes Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger hadn't been able to keep from bickering over the most trivial of matters.

"You both should really work this out," Luna sighed dreamily, "Everyone knows unresolved arguments can lead to a bad case of Negpins."

"Negpins?" Draco rolled his eyes and spat. "I swear, Lovegood, you're the most illogical, ridiculous…"

"Save it, Draco," Hermione seethed.

"No need to bite my head off, Granger," backed away with a smirk. "War's over, you know. Not that you'd need to worry about Lovegood; She is pureblood after all."

"As if that still matters," Hermione scoffed, brown eyes shimmering beneath the torches lining the hall. "Haven't you learned by now, Draco? 'We are all equal in the presence of death.'"

Draco grinned deviously. "Well said, Granger, but of course you know Publilius Syrus was a wizard."

"He was not," Hermione's mouth fell open in dismay. "That's impossible."

"I know my wizard history," Draco smirked, "but here's one you might know. 'Equality... is the result of human organization. We are not born equal.'"

"How do you know that quote?" Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "Arendt was a muggle."

Draco simply smiled. "Seven years now, we've been in school together, Granger. You ought to have seen me in the library at least few times."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. Of course she'd seen him in the library. He was probably the most studious witch or wizard in her year, apart from herself. "But studying muggle philosophy? It's absurd. You would never…"

"The best way to beat an enemy is to understand them, Granger," he lowered his voice so Luna couldn't hear. "Certainly you know that."

Hermione could think of no witty reply as Draco stalked away.

"So strange," Luna sighed again. "You two have so much in common."

"What?" Hermione's voice rose so quickly it could have hit the ceiling. Never in all her years at Hogwarts had she felt so insulted. "That's totally absurd."

"But it isn't, you know. You're both really quite clever and intelligent." Luna gazed at the ceiling with peculiar interest. "If you weren't the muggle born best friend of Harry Potter and he wasn't the child prodigy of a Death Eater I bet the two of you would have sought each other out eventually."

"Luna, that's completely and utterly preposterous," Hermione cringed at the thought of her seeking Draco out and left Luna alone in the corridor. "The nerve of some people."

Luna smiled impishly to herself. "You'll see." Those Negpins always found their way out eventually.

Two weeks later Luna sat in a seemingly empty potions classroom, concocting a rather complex potion. She didn't notice the teacher exit his office, approaching her silently.

"And just what is this you're working on, Miss Lovegood?" Professor Slughorn hovered staunchly behind the witch as she dreamily added dandelion root to her cauldron.

"Oh, hello Professor," Luna beamed at him. "I'm creating a philtre."

Slughorn narrowed his eyes. "Dandelion root, haliwinkles, wartcap powder, fluxweed? Miss Lovegood, these are most peculiar ingredients."

"It's a family concoction," Luna's vague smile caused the professor to shift uneasily. "But don't worry, Professor. I'll be finished before your first class tomorrow. Sooner if I find all the ingredients."

"Tomorrow?" Slughorn gasped. "Miss Lovegood, I will not tolerate students brewing potentially dangerous and unknown potions in this class."

"It's not dangerous in the slightest," Luna breathed blithely. "I haven't even added the Nargle wings yet."

"Nargle wings?" The Professor was truly stumped now. "Miss Lovegood, I must insist you put this potion out of your mind and out of my classroom at once."

But before he could press the matter, Ginny Weasley came gliding into the room. "Professor. It's Hermione and Draco– again."

"Those two again?" His face darkened a shade and stomped furiously toward the door. "Miss Lovegood, I expect you out of this classroom in the next ten minutes. Do you understand?"

He was already out the door before he could hear her reply. "Of course, Professor. I have nearly everything I need." Her large eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Hermione, let it go." Ron rolled his eyes. "Who cares if he was a wizard? It was centuries ago."

"This has nothing to do with you, Ron." Hermione fumed. "This is about finding out who's right."

"It's me, Granger," Malfoy bit back a grin. "Just you wait and see."

"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. You are once again causing a disturbance in corridors. I've warned you time and time again. Detention in my office. Right now, let's go."

"What?" Draco's face fell. "Just because little miss know-it-all can't accept when she's wrong?"

"Professor, this is ridiculous." Hermione shook her head in disbelief.

"Ridiculous, Miss Granger, is that I haven't had a moment's peace since you two began this argument two weeks ago."

The two were ushered into the Potions classroom, and Luna's eyes widened, a suspicious smile forming on her lips.

"Miss Lovegood, did I not tell you to dispose of this mess?" Slughorn had had more than enough of these students antics for one evening.

"Of course, Professor, but I still have five minutes." She stirred her potion methodically. Then curiously, she rose and approached Hermione and Draco. "I just have two more ingredients." Without warning, she plucked a hair from each of their heads and scurried back to her cauldron.

"Ouch," Hermione screeched. "What was that for?"

"You'll see," Luna shrugged her shoulders as she dropped the hairs into her potion. "All that's left is the incantation." Professor Slughorn's eyes narrowed as Luna lifted her wand and calmly uttered, "Intempestivum Victa." The brew began to glitter and sparkle a light yellow within the cauldron.

"No," Recognition dawned on the professor's face. "That potion was banned in the seventeenth century."

"Oh?" Luna tilted her head innocently, deftly uncapping a large vial. "It was in my mother's spell book. I never realized…"

"What potion?" Draco suddenly grasped that he might be in danger, and he didn't like it one bit. "Professor, what is that potion for?"

Hermione interrupted before the professor could explain. "It's an empathy philtre," she turned toward Luna, voice rising, "but why did you take our hair?"

"That's why it's banned," Slughorn shouted. "Give it here at once, Miss Lovegood."

Luna smiled lightly at the window, then slowly pulled the vial from her pocket. "Oh well. I'll just be off then." Without bothering to pack her things she skipped merrily out of the classroom and off to the Ravenclaw tower.

Draco strode cautiously to the cauldron. "What is this anyway?"

"Don't touch it," Professor Slughorn practically screamed. "By adding your hairs and, if I'm not mistaken, wings of a fairy chrysalis, Miss Lovegood has turned a perfectly harmless empathy potion into an extremely dangerous time-warping elixir."

Draco immediately backed away, accidentally bumping into Hermione.

"Ouch, that's my foot, Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes and stepped aside wordlessly.

"But Professor, what could possibly make it so dangerous?" Hermione pressed her lips together in dissatisfaction.

"The NARGLES," he boomed.

Hermione frowned, "Nargles– You've got to be joking."

Ignoring the girl's cheeky remark, Professor Slughorn turned to the cauldron, pointed his wand and bellowed, "EVANESCO," causing the bubbling liquid to vanish. Then he held up the vial Luna had surrendered, preparing to do the same when he paused suddenly.

Draco folded his arms impatiently. "What is it now?" He was ready to be done with all this.

"This is not Intempestivum Victa potion." His eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly uncorked the vial and took a light whiff.

"Then what is it?" Hermione grew alarmed.

The professor's face grew taut. "Pumpkin Juice."

An hour later Draco and Hermione were hunched over in a wide closet, cataloging a careful inventory of ingredients for their detention.

"Servant stuff," Draco muttered softly to himself.

"Aren't you the least bit concerned that Luna still has the vial of potion?" Hermione creased her eyebrows.

"Of course not, Granger. Professor Slughorn will find her," he scoffed lightly, though Hermione wasn't entirely convinced by his somewhat shaky tone.

Suddenly a willowy voice echoed from outside the closet.

"Luna," Hermione mouthed to Draco, and his eyes narrowed. Neither of them moved a muscle as Luna's voice grew louder, then softer, then louder again:

The lovely lady Lutrinae
Went to the Hidden Forest
She found her way up to the gate
Of him whose heart was poorest

With time and magic she soon found
His heart was ne'er a stranger
To her ways, and she soon sought
The love of dragon granger

"The Dragon Farmer," Draco scoffed to himself. "Always hated that rhyme."

Hermione, however, frowned for several seconds. Something felt very off-putting about the way Luna sang. It felt too familiar. But Luna's voice faded off into the distance until nothing more was heard.

After several more minutes of silence, Hermione gingerly opened the door to peek into the classroom. When it became clear that no one else was there she began to tiptoe across the front the room.

"Out of my way, Granger." Malfoy attempted to shove past her hurriedly. He would hide in the Slytherin tower until Luna was dealt with.

"Draco, wait!" Hermione screamed, reaching for the Slytherin's robes.

Neither of them could have expected what happened next.

Draco slipped on a glittering liquid that lay puddled in front of the professor's desk. Immediately, he reached for Hermione's arm to pull himself up.

"What have you done?" Hermione backed away in horror as the glimmering liquid soaked into their skin.

"Me?" Malfoy was on his feet and full of rage.

"Don't you realize what this is?" Her voice squeaked.

Draco's eyes shifted from anger to terror in the blink of an eye. "No. It's not possible," he roared.

Suddenly Professor Slughorn burst into the room. "What's going on here?" But just as Hermione and Draco turned to face the professor they dissolved into the air without a trace.

September 19th, 1979

Hugo Granger held his wife's hand as she screamed with labor pains. "Don't worry, Miranda. She'll be out soon."

The doctor entered the room fifteen minutes later. It was time. Thirty more minutes, and the child was nearly out.

"Well, this certainly is a surprise," the doctor shook his head.

"Is something wrong with her?" Miranda gasped between breaths.

"Not at all, but she is actually a he."

"What?" Miranda and Hugo exclaimed in unison.

"Sonograms aren't always accurate," the doctor shook his head, extracting the child and handing him to the nurse to be weighed and cleaned. "It happens more often than you think."

"Wow," Hugo sat beside his wife in shock. "A boy."

"I just had the strangest feeling, Hugo," Miranda clasped her husband's hand, "of what his name should be."

"That's great, honey, what is it?"

A peculiar smile crossed her lips as she turned to speak. "Draco."

Even though I did take Latin in school I didn't bother conjugating anything properly. Sorry if you're picky like that. But according to the internet (lol), 'Intempestivus' means 'understanding' and 'victus' means 'manner of life'. So there you go. And nargles are unhatched fairy spawn in my world.

Other Disclaimer: I may or may not have taken Hermione's parent's names from a different fanfiction. If someone knows which one please let me know. I think they're great name choices.