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Harry was reclining against a Parisian balcony smoking a cigarette. He looked at the busy city street below with an introspective sort of silence. The view was stereotypically quaint and he was feeling loose and relaxed.
It had been over a year since the war and he was finally getting to a place where he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder jumping at loud noises. He had done everything that was expected of him.
With help, he ended Voldemort's tyranny and had trained to become an Auror. He was good at it too. But Harry realised pretty early on that it wasn't making him happy. So he handed in his resignation and decided to travel. And oh boy did that make a lot of people mad. A lot of them were people he loved and cared about too, like Molly Weasley. She wasn't impressed, she understandably wanted all of her 'kids' close to home and had always thought that Harry would end up with Ginny. Ginny Weasley however had decided early on that they were better off friends and Harry had easily agreed when he realised that he was incredibly gay.
Instead he apologised to Molly and galavanted all over the globe learning magic, living recklessly in a normal way. By drinking, dancing and bringing pretty men home. He was only just turning 20 and he didn't have a childhood. There was no reason for him to be kowtowing to other people's wants and needs. He kept in contact with his friends and Molly eventually forgave him. Even if she made a lot of noise over his long hair tattoos and piercings. Bill told him that was when he was truly considered a Weasley because Molly does the same to both him and Charlie. Harry grinned to himself.
"What are you grinning about Potter?" A refined voice asked. Harry turned around to lean against the bannister and give the beautiful reclined blonde a grin. He crossed his arms over his bare tattooed chest and smirked when the man's eyes dragged over it slowly.
"I just had your dick in my mouth Draco, call me Harry." Harry replied, taking a long drag of his cigarette. His smile widening at Draco's rosy cheeks and almost bashful expression.
"You're so uncouth Harry." Draco replied snootily. Harry laughed and strode over to kiss the snootiness off right off his face. Draco could be so unexpectedly sweet and bashful sometimes. The contradiction never failed to make Harry smile. He had come miles from the Draco he knew in school. He was still privileged and often still arrogant but he was also oddly charming and sweet in a way that had Harry helplessly endeared. They had slowly become friends over the last few months before they inevitably fell in bed with each other. And for Harry, It felt like the start of something special. He was just going to suggest another intimate round when he felt a familiar hook-like sensation behind his navel. He pulled away from a debauched looking Draco with an almost pained gasp.
"Harry?" Draco asked tentatively. Harry gave Draco a look that was a cross between resigned and frightened.
"It's going to be okay Draco. Contact Hermione, tell her I told you to say 'Apollo has happened.' so she knows that this wasn't your fault. Harry told him, wincing at the feeling intensifying. He leaned forward and pulled Draco into a deeper kiss.
"Ow, fuck!" He hissed against a steadily panicking Draco's mouth. "Babe, you know you're not going to want to, but share this memory." Harry told him seriously. "Our government wants any excuse to lock you up." Harry said in a rush. Draco leaned forward to clutch Harry's pained face in his hands.
"What's wrong Darling? You're frightening me." Draco asked, looking over Harry's body as if he could see what was harming him. Harry kissed the palm of Draco's hand and staggered away from the bed.
"I don't know, it feels like an international portkey X10." Harry hissed, sticking out his hand and wandlessly summoned his leather jacket into his outstretched hand. Draco scurried out of the bedsheets and summoned his wand just in time to watch Harry disappear in a violent swirl of light.
"Fuck." Draco swore, pressing his hands and wand against his head in distress. "fuck." He whispered quietly realising that Harry was right and if he didn't play this right he was screwed.
The idea of him covering the whole event up didn't even occur to him in his worry for Harry. Later it would and he would let himself have a moment to reflect on how much he had grown as a person. The Draco of a few years ago would have definitely tried to have covered the incident up. Harry Potter's wellbeing be damned. He really hoped that wherever he was, he was okay.
***
Hermione Granger watched the contestants of the triwizard tournament get called out to the stage with a foreboding feeling. She looked at Harry who was cheering along with the rest of the room as Cedric Diggory's name was called for Hogwarts. ‘Something awful always happens to Harry on Halloween.’ She hated thinking so superstitiously but you couldn't really argue with facts. Her dad always said "two is a coincidence three is a pattern" and something terrible has happened to Harry (and probably due to how close they were to him, Ron and Hermione), every Halloween since they have been going to Hogwarts.
Hermione forced herself to pay attention to the handsome boy who confidently walked up to shake Dumbledore's hand with a broad smile. That was all of the contestants, Harry's okay. She thought, letting herself relax for the first time that evening. The Goblet lit up again and the hall went ominously quiet. Hermione looked at Harry who was staring at the cup with such resignation that she wanted to cry.
The singed piece of paper flew out of the cup and Dumbledore snatched it from the air.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore called. Hermione tightly clutched Harry's hand in her own.
"Wha- I didn't do it, i-i didn't put my name in." Harry stuttered visibly frightened.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called out again loudly. "Please come up here." Harry was just reluctantly standing up when the Goblet lit up in bold multi-colored flashes, shaking violently side to side. The students nearest to it screamed and scurried away making space around the shaking Goblet. As suddenly as it started a man appeared from the Goblet in a tornado of multicoloured smoke like the most bizarre genie Hermione had ever heard off. The man solidified in a heap in the middle of the floor.
"Oww. What the fuck man." He grumbled into the silence making a few students titter. The man stood up on trembling legs and Hermione felt her cheeks glow vibrant red. The boy couldn't have been more than 20 years old. He was handsome, half dressed and well built. She wasn't the only one who apparently thought so either judging by the appreciative looks he was garnering. His chest and arms were heavily tattooed with beautiful artwork and his jeans were low slung and unbuttoned. She watched as he rubbed his head where it smacked the floor with a groan. His hair was unusually long for a boy reaching the middle of his back. His nails were short, neatly painted black and his slender elegant fingers were stacked in a tasteful assortment of silver rings.
She watched as he looked around the room, his gaze landing on Dumbledore with a gasp of surprise.
"Woah, Dumbledore, is that you?" He asked, sounding shocked.
"And who might you be, young man?" Dumbledore asked genially and his colleagues gave him disbelieving looks.
"Um Harry Potter sir." He said absently, looking around the hall with a look of gaining frustration. He stopped at the goblet with a seriously annoyed expression.
"Oh, for fucksake." He muttered, looking at the students sheepishly when they started tittering.
"Honestly young man, mind your language." Professor McGonagall scolded.
"Ah, sorry Minnie, I feel like I should get a bit of a pass though as this is a bit of a shock." He replied absently.
Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth to avoid laughing at the pure shock and affront on McGonagall's face at being called Minnie. Looking closer at the boy as he carelessly put his hair into a messy curly bun and threw on the leather jacket he had been clutching in his hand.
"So I've either time travelled or trans dimensionally travelled because I've done this tournament already when I was fourteen and I'm 20." He said with a sigh. He turned back to the head table with a self deprecating smile. "I'm leaning towards trans-dimensionally, because of reasons." He said unhelpfully. "My Hermione is going to kick my ass." He muttered balefully. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny all started howling with laughter even as their Harry gave her a sheepish grin. Hermione felt her cheeks flush bright red. He turned to look at the laughing teens and gave them Harry's signature bright sunshine smile.
"Woah, this is fucking weird man." He said happily. Loping over to sweep them all one by one in warm giant hugs. "Look at you guys!" He exclaimed. "I do not remember looking so young." He laughed ruffling Harry's hair affectionately. He leaned forward to whisper into Harry's ear.
"This year's going to be a nightmare if you don't make a vow telling everyone that you didn't enter your name or get anyone else to do it." Harry whispered. "I know you did reading on them last year right?" He asked and smiled reassuringly at his nod. "do one now whilst the hall is quiet." Older Harry urged. Her Harry nodded and stood up.
"I Harry James Potter. Truthfully swear that I did not put my name into the goblet of fire, nor did I ask an older student to do it. This is the truth as I know it, lest my Magic be forfeited." Harry said loudly to the collective gasps from the room. Young Harry then produced a corporeal patronus. At the clear sign of his innocence the room broke out in chatter and older Harry clapped his shoulder gently before walking over to the head table where the teachers and judges were bickering.
"Excuse me." Harry interrupted politely. "Could someone please double check if it's just me attached to the Goblet or if your Harry is too." He requested and sighed irritably when that started them all arguing again. Dumbledore gave him an amused smile that Harry returned wryly.
"I'll do it my boy." Dumbledore told him and walked over to the goblet.
"Mr Potter, I'm glad that you had the foresight to put on your jacket but please extend that to doing up your fly." Professor McGonagall groused, annoyed. Harry looked down and flushed slightly pink at how low his trousers had slipped and gave her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry Prof." He said sheepishly as he did up his fly's. She shook her head exasperatedly but Harry knew her well enough to know that she was amused at his embarrassment.
"Aha, it's just Harry Potter the elder that is contracted to participate in the tournament." Dumbledore called out. The room burst out in chatter again and Harry finally followed them into the antechamber.
***
Harry followed Cedric out of the antechamber thinking that he was going to need months of therapy after seeing so many dead people alive again but unable to let his shock or distress show.
"So you're what little Harry Potter turns into in a few years?" Cedric asked jogging Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked at the red cheeked Cedric and felt a small bubble of amusement at his interest. Cedric is 17 he remembered, only 2 years younger than him. If he wasn't already halfway over his heels in love with a certain blonde prat Harry would have definitely been more interested. He'd never told anyone due to how this year ended for him but Cedric was his sexual awakening.
"Yeah, if he follows the same path." Harry replied with a smirk. Laughing slightly at Cedric's darkening cheeks when Harry caught him 'subtly' checking him out.
"Give Harry like two years tops and he'll look just like me minus the tattoos." Harry said with a broad smile and a wink. Cedric looked away rather bashfully and Harry had to swallow his urge to coo. His Draco had told him that it was weird and made people uncomfortable when he did that.
"You said this Harry, you're not interested then?" Cedric asked rather boldly. Harry gave him a surprised look not expecting him to be so straightforward. Noticing his nerves Harry gave him a kind smile.
"If you asked me that a few months ago I'd have been all over you sweetheart." Harry said with a small grin at Cedric's surprise. "I've got a boyfriend now though and I'm pretty sure it's going to be the real deal you know?" Harry replied with a sweet soft smile. Cedric's own smile widened at Harry's obvious affection for his boyfriend and gave him an understanding smile.
"I'm happy for you." He told him earnestly and ducked away amused when Harry made a weird 'aw' face and went to pinch his cheek. "Maybe I'll see if this Harry is interested in a few years, it would definitely be worth the wait" Cedric said with a wide toothy grin as he walked in the opposite direction to his common room. Harry let out a delighted laugh, his cheeks going rosy at the compliment.
He made it to the fat lady's portrait in a few quick strides. He gave the portrait a broad smile and a gentlemanly bow.
"It's lovely to see you again, Lady Dalilah." Harry told her, grinning when she giggled in delight. "Would you mind me popping in to say hello to my younger self?" He asked, widening his eyes winsomely when she seemed to dither.
"Oh alright." She replied with a coquettish grin. The door swung open to let him in. Harry climbed him feeling nostalgic when the room all cheered for him. He snorted amused at their exuberance and made his way over to the quiet corner where his young counterpart, Hermione and the Weasleys were all sitting.
"Mind if I join you guys?" Harry asked, looking at his counterpart. Mini Harry gave him a small tired grin.
"Sure, go ahead." Harry replied, waving to a seat next to him. Older Harry flopped into the seat with a sigh.
"Did they not give you any clothes?" Mini Harry asked, amused, looking at Harry's bare feet poking out from the bottom of his jeans and the tattooed expanse of chest that was showing underneath his open leather jacket. Older Harry rolled his eyes and gave him a wry smile.
"Course not, they would rather bitch and point fingers instead. Useless, the lot of them." Older Harry sighed exasperatedly. His counterpart snorted amused.
"We're going to have to come up with a way to differentiate between the two of you." Hermione randomly declared. "Normally I'd suggest a nickname but there aren't any decent nicknames for you but Harry is already a nickname." Hermione grumbled. Harry senior chuckled at her annoyed expression.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." He teased and she gave him a sheepish smile. "Ginny calls me different extended versions of names that begin with the letter H. Just anything that sometimes gets shortened to Harry." Har
ry admitted to the amused group. "Just put your heads together and pick one." Harry suggested with a shrug.