Harry didn't say anything. He was too surprised to see Malfoy holding the book Harry needed to read through.

Malfoy was the first to recover, and walked right past Harry, headed for a table to sit at. "Well?" He said over his shoulder. "Don't you need to look through this as well?"

Harry awkwardly followed him to a table, tucked in the corner of the library. Malfoy sat down, and Harry took the seat next to him. The blond set the book between them, and opened A Collection of Magical Inheritances and Their Brief Descriptions to the front chapter index.

"It's arranged by rarity, and within the rarity groups it's alphabetized." Malfoy said. "So, what are you looking for?"

"I dunno. What are you?" Harry asked.

Malfoy gave Harry a look that made his heart stutter for a moment. "Potter, we're both here for the same reason."

"What?" Harry's breath caught.

"You're trying to figure out what magical inheritance you've got. So am I." Malfoy said.

"How did you-?"

"It really wasn't that much of a stretch," Malfoy said. "And you just confirmed it."

Harry stared.

"Now, what can you tell me to speed this process up?" Malfoy said.

"I don't know." Harry scratched at the back of his neck. "I thought I'd just read until something sounded familiar."

Malfoy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just... I've read through this book before. Maybe I can find the familiar thing without having to reread the entirety of it."

"Erm." Harry said.

"Highly intelligent."

"Sod off."

"If you insist." Malfoy said, standing.

"Malfoy," Harry said. "Fine."

Malfoy sat back down, smirking. "So, details. As specific as you can get."

"Well, um... It's hard to use a wand." Harry said.

Draco raised a brow. That actually narrowed it down a fair bit. 

"Apparently most wizards and witches just feel magic in their hands or chest, but I feel it all over." Harry said.

That was interesting. Draco knew that was a sign of more powerful magic.

Harry looked at Draco awkwardly.

"Is that all?" Draco asked.

Harry bit his lip.

"Or is there something more?" Draco asked, leaning closer to Harry and smirking.

Harry tried to subtly lean away. "Erm."

"Oh, come on, I'll find out anyway."

"You have to swear that you won't tell anyone." Harry said.

Draco cocked a brow.

"I mean it." Harry said. "This is important."

"I swear I won't tell." Draco said.

Harry searched Draco's face, and looked deep into his eyes. "Alright."

"So?" Draco asked.

"Time travel." Harry said.

Draco went still. "Time travel?" He repeated.

"Yeah." Harry said.

"Elucidate." Draco said, voice low.

"Um. Well, I was at school, erm, studying for my job, and I was pretty sick for a couple days. Mione said I should've gone to Mungo's, and you agreed, actually. I went to bed that night in the dorm, and then I woke up at- er, my family's house." Harry said. "And I was really sick for several days, thought I was hallucinating. But then erm, well... I realized I wasn't. I was back in time."

Draco stared at Harry, and then mutely turned to the last section of the book. He flipped a few pages, until he got to the one he was looking for.

Aevumiter

An Aevumiter is the only known case of time travel without a time turner. These are exceptionally rare individuals, as only six Aevumiter have been recorded in the whole of wizarding history. Little is known of these individuals other than what first and second hand accounts can tell. Facts about these individuals can only be hypothesized through repeated occurrences and similarities in Aevumiters' tales.

An Aevumiter may be any gender, as male and female have both been recorded. In early life, an Aevumiter effortlessly blends in with the rest of wizardkind, without any remarkable differences. However, at some point in an Aevumiter's life, there is what is called a trigger point. 

This trigger point is when an Aevumiter travels backwards in time, to a point in the past. The Aevumiter then takes their younger self's place. The age of the body does not increase to match what the Aevumiter was pre-relocation. Instead the Aevumiter's conscious finds home within the body of their younger self. They retain all their memories and past experiences.

Personal accounts of Aevumiters describe feeling ill days before their trigger point, experiencing drowsiness, dizzy spells, blackouts, momentary deafness, and lapses in memory. After their trigger point, Aevumiter experience several days, and in one recorded instance, two weeks of extreme illness. It is theorized that this illness is due to the body and magic within an Aevumiter to be at an imbalance, further disoriented by the relocation through time.

Once an Aevumiter has recovered from their relocation illness, they experience a heightened sense of magic. The time it takes for each Aevumiter to attune to their new senses varies by each individual. They tend to have a difficulty using their wands, as their magic has changed so drastically that they no longer need to use one. Aevumiter also have a tendency to use more instinctive magic(in some instances accidental). With this new sense of magic, Aevumiter may react more drastically to magic when used on or around them, or to an enchanted object. 

Aevumiter magic is also stronger and more potent than the average witch or wizard's. Strong magic has been observed to lengthen a lifespan beyond what a muggle could ever feasibly expect. Wizarding kind has an average life expectancy of 130 years, though the oldest wizard on record has lived 750 years and counting(Barry Winkle). In the case of an Aevumiter, the exceptional magic they possess sets them to live longer than the usual wizard, though there is not enough cases of Aevumiters to give an average. The youngest Aevumiter to pass away was killed at 86 years of age(Lukas Eregold). The oldest Aevumiter recorded passed away at 814 years(Eloire Velataky), though most doubt the validity of such an extreme lifespan and the circumstance.

All recorded Aevumiters have bonded with a significant other, and shared their extended lifespan with that individual. The Bonded are connected by magic. It is believed that the Bond only occurs with a magical compatibility. Aevumiter only Bond in this way once.

All recorded Aevumiters have relocated after they came of age, and in the event that an Aevumiter relocates to when they were not yet of age, laws have been set in place. An Aevumiter remains the same 'age' as they were pre-relocation, until they surpass that age. The trace upon underage wizards and witches does not apply to Aevumiter, as it is also their magic that has matured with their minds.

Aevumiter accounts also say that after their relocation, some things changed from what they remembered. New events happening, or events not happening. It is theorized that this is due to the Aevumiter inadvertently causing an alteration. It has been observed that alterations only occur after the Aevumiter's relocation, and anything before that point would not have changed.

Official magical governments(the European Ministry of Magic and the Magical Congress of the United States of America for example) should be able to provide a test in which to prove the identity of an Aevumiter, should one appear. 

If Harry thought his head had spun when Ollivander told him he had a magical inheritance, it was nothing compared to now. While Harry sat back in his chair to process, Draco drew out a sheet of parchment, inkwell, and quill. As Draco scratched out notes in his elegant script, Harry stared.

Aevumiter. Time travel- relocation. Relocation illness. Trigger point. Six. Aevumiter. Eight hundred fourteen. Exceptional magic. Bonded. Aevumiter. Alterations. Aevumiter.

Harry didn't notice Draco stand up, and put the book away. He didn't notice Draco walk up behind him, and set a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, Potter." Draco said. "Lunch is about to start."

Harry stood, and Draco kept a light hold of his upper arm, guiding him out of the library. Draco noted that Harry was so zoned out that he was walking like a sleepwalker: without any conscious thought.

The first students they came across were Ron and Hermione, because the world granted them no peace.

"Hey, what'd you do to him?" Ron cried out.

"I didn't do anything, Weasel." Malfoy said. "Mind your own business."

"Mind my own business, that's my best mate!" Ron returned, drawing his wand. "Let him go!"

Malfoy quirked a brow, and let go of Harry's arm. Harry wandered forward a few more steps, still entirely unaware that a fight may be brewing.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, dashing up to Harry, and grabbing him by the shoulders. Harry started violently, jerking back, a hand in front of him to grab or shove, the other reaching for his wand.

"Ron." Harry said after a moment. Ron knew better than to just- oh, right. Wrong Ron.

"Harry, what's wrong? What's he done to you?" Ron asked, then glared at Malfoy.

"What's what?" Harry asked.

"What's that git done to you?" 

"Git?" Harry frowned, then followed Ron's gaze to Malfoy. "Oh, no, Ron, he didn't do anything."

"Then why were you looking like a ghoul? Why'd he grab your arm?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry asked. "I don't... Look like a ghoul?"

"Yeah, you were walking like you were sick, or something." Ron said. "Hermione, come here, take a look at him-"

"I'm fine, Ron." Harry said.

"You weren't a second ago." Ron retorted, as frowning Hermione joined them.

"Look, I'm fine. I just..." Harry trailed off. "I just learned something that really... Um, surprised me."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah." Harry said, then turned to Ron. "Hey, didn't you try out for Keeper last night?"

"Yeah! I'm in! I'm Keeper!" Ron exclaimed. 

Harry smiled, and brought Ron into a hug, patting his back. "I knew you could do it. You're better than you think you are."

"Thanks, mate." Ron said.

Harry nodded. "Right... I still... I still got a lot to think about. I'll see you around." Harry said.

"Allright. Take care, Harry." Hermione said, frowning slightly.

"You too." Harry said, and kissed her temple on his way past.

"He- he kissed you!" Ron burst after Harry and Draco had disappeared around the corner.

"It was familial."

"Familial?" 

"Honestly Ronald, hasn't your mother ever kissed you?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Familial." 

"But-"

"But it doesn't mean anything romantically!" Hermione said firmly. "And you have no reason to be upset if it were. Besides, I think it's actually nice." 

It was an odd feeling to realize that as of present, Ron and Hermione weren't even dating. Harry vividly remembered sneaking out with Ron to get the engagement ring, and how they almost got caught... Nick had saved their arses, coming up with an excuse just in time. The old ghost was so excited about the engagement- he'd watched them all grow up...

~~~

They had started to walk to the Great Hall, when Harry spoke up.

"I really don't think I can eat anything right now."

Draco sighed. "I don't think I can either. Come on." 

They walked back to the Slytherin common room, and into their dorm in silence. Draco went to Zabini's trunk, and fished out two butterbeers. He handed one to Harry, and then sat down on the loveseat. Harry joined him.

"You didn't tell your friends." Draco said, opening his butterbeer.

"They don't know."

"Anything?" Draco asked.

"Anything. And I'm not going to tell them." Harry said. "Nobody can know about this, Malfoy."

"Why?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Because I know how to defeat Voldemort. And as long as things don't change much more, I can stop him faster than I did before. Better."

"Why don't you want even your closest friends to know?" Draco asked.

"I..." Harry trailed off, and took a sip of his butterbeer. "I lost a lot of people that were important to me. I don't want to lose them again. And I don't want to risk losing anyone else."

"So, you're going to save the world on your own?"

"I guess." Harry said. "I have a little time to figure it out. Honestly, I think the hardest part is going to be breaking into Gringotts."

Draco was glad he had just swallowed, else butterbeer would have been sprayed across the coffee table. "Excuse me?"

"Well, we did it last time," Harry said, "But I had Ron and Mione's help..."

"You broke into Gringotts? And made it out alive?"

"With the thing we stole from the vault, yeah." Harry said. "We're lucky the dragon didn't notice it was carrying us..."

"Potter."

"Yeah?"

"You are the craziest man I have ever met." Draco said.

Harry smiled for a moment, and took another swig.

"So when do you start a one man war?"

"Oh, I already have." Harry said. "Well, kind of."

"Do you really think you can do that? Win by yourself?"

"I have to."

"You're a fool."

Harry shrugged. "I don't have any better choice."

They were quiet for a long minute.

"Earlier, you said... You mentioned me, before you traveled back here." Draco said.

"Yeah." Harry said.

"Did we become... friends, after you moved to Slytherin?" Draco asked.

"Oh, no, the resorting didn't happen before. That was completely new." Harry said. "I wouldn't say we were friends exactly... But we got along."

"How so?" Draco asked, brow raised suggestively.

The implication went right over Harry's head. "Well, you saved my life a couple times, I forgave you for being an insufferable git..."

"I saved your life?" Draco snorted. "Forgive me if I don't believe you."

"Well, that's just it, isn't it?" Harry said. "I already did."

Draco looked at Harry with an expression he couldn't quite read. Harry turned away, hiding a blush.

"You're sure you can defeat him?" Draco asked softly.

Harry looked Draco in the eyes. "Even if it kills me."

Draco looked away, shaking his head.

"I've made a decision, Malfoy. To fight this on my own." Harry said. "But you have to make a decision too."

"Oh, really? And what is that?"

"Which side you're on." Harry said gently. "Next summer, Voldemort makes your home his base of operations. You'll be given a mission."

"What?" Draco whispered.

Harry took a swig of butterbeer. "Tonight, during dinner, we'll break into the headmaster's office. I want to show you something."

A/N

I've been waiting to reveal this chapter for months. Finally.

If you have questions, or theories, the best place to talk about them is on the discord! (PS: I'm pretty active on there.)