A few days after Christmas, Harry and Draco silently dressed and slipped out of Number 12 without catching any eyes. Making their way into the Ministry was plenty easy, their innocuous glamours holding up to the passing eyes. 

They made their way to the magical creature registry and resource office. A middle aged witch sat at the desk, even at this hour. She was sketching something to pass the time, but looked up at the creak of the door. 

"Hello gentlemen." She greeted evenly. "What do you need?"

"We need to register an inheritance." Draco said, politely. "And we require subtlety in the matter." 

"Very well." The witch said, setting down her sketchpad and reaching for something behind her. "I'm Ms. Field. Your name, and inheritance please? We shall have to confirm your inheritance, but it shouldn't take long." 

They let their glamours fall, and Ms. Field's eyes went wide. "Harry Potter, Aevumiter." Harry said. 

Ms. Field blinked. "Aevumiter, Mr. Potter?" 

Harry nodded. 

Ms. Field handed him a few papers. "You... Take those. I'll be right back..." She disappeared into a side room. 

Harry took a quill and began filling out the paperwork. The first page was incredibly basic information. 

Ms. Field returned with a box that could hold a fully sized basketball. She set it on the desk, and slid a few pieces of wood aside, so that the box unfolded. Resting on a cushion inside were orbs of various sizes. The largest one at the center was about the size of a large orange, while the others were more like limes. There was complex magic inside the orbs, but it was like it was asleep, dormant and resting.

"Mr. Potter, if you would touch the largest orb, please?" 

Harry glanced at Draco, before doing as Ms. Field asked. As his fingertips touched the glassy surface, Harry both saw and felt the magic come alive. It responded to his magic, and he felt it reaching out to him, as though asking to dance. Curiously, he let his magic connect.

The orbs glowed in various colors, and levitated to hover over the cushion. Slowly and gracefully, they spun in orbit around each other. Like moons around a planet, and planets around a sun. Out of the corner of his eyes, it looked like he could see images on the surface, but when he tried to look and see they vanished from sight. 

"By Merlin..." Ms. Field whispered, in awe. "So you are..." 

"What do I need to do now?" Harry asked, somewhat reluctant to leave the lively magic behind. 

"You can stop if you want." Ms. Field said, distractedly. "No harm done if you continue..." 

"Ms. Field." Draco said, drawing her attention. "We do also need to register our Bond." 

"Oh." Ms. Field blinked. "Yes, I'll get right on that."

~~~

The next Order meeting was held a few days later. Harry and Draco walked in and sat down as though they belonged there. They did, they just hadn't been invited. Several members stared at them expectantly, waiting for them to leave. The room was dead quiet.

Draco raised a nonplussed brow. "Oh, we aren't leaving, if that's what you're waiting for."

"You aren't members." Moody said. 

"Perhaps. But we may as well be, considering all that we've done." Draco said. 

"All that you've done?" Somebody Harry only remembered from a memorial photo asked. 

"You've only been in school, kid Malfoy." Another scoffed. 

"Has he?" A member asked suspiciously. She had passed during the war, too. Her name was on the tip of his tongue...

"You would be wrong on two counts, Mr. Fletchley." Draco said to the one who'd scoffed.

"Did... Did you two go to Gringotts?" Bill asked. 

"How is Gringotts relevant to the current conversation?" Snape drawled. 

"Because somebody broke into a vault a couple weeks ago." Bill said. "The Goblins have been losing their minds." 

"How come that hasn't been in the papers?" Arthur asked.

"They don't want to advertise it, obviously. They have no clue how the thieves did it." Bill said. "With the recent Death Eater attacks, nobody wants to cause more panic."

"Thieves? They actually stole something?" Moody asked, looking intently at Bill. 

"One cup from Bellatrix Lestrange's vault." Bill said. 

"Helga Hufflepuff's cup?" Dumbledore asked. 

"Yeah." Bill blinked at Dumbledore. "That's the one. Why is it important?" 

Moody's magic eye flicked over to look at Harry and Draco, and then his whole head turned to stare at them straight on. Other members followed his line of sight, and soon the whole table was staring at Draco. 

Harry didn't blame them. Draco was lazily twirling the busted cup around his finger through the handle. "To answer your question, William, yes, we did go to Gringotts." 

"You two stole from Gringotts?" Molly exclaimed.  

"Yeah." Harry said. 

There was absolute silence through the room. 

"None of you believe this codswallop, do you?" The first guy Harry couldn't remember the name of demanded. "A ridiculous prank of yours, Black, is it?" 

"No." Sirius said, simply. 

"Dumbledore, I won't stand for having those children in here-" The lady Harry could almost remember- ah, Moorebank, that was it- began.

Dumbledore raised a hand to silence them. "If you boys would explain yourselves?" 

Draco tossed the cup towards the center of the table. "We've been doing your job, simply put. Harry is rather excellent at it." 

Moody snatched the cup off the table, and examined it. "Broken." He said.  

Dumbledore looked at the cup for a few long seconds. Then he turned back to the pair. "How did you two know about the cup?" 

Harry met his gaze, and Draco could see his sharp expression, even from his profile. This was the Harry Draco would never want to cross. 

"Same way I knew about the diary. And the diadem, and the locket, and the ring." Harry said steadily. Dumbledore stood very, very still. "Those are all destroyed too, by the way." McGonagall was looking at the two of them intently.

"Severus..." Dumbledore said, quietly. Snape shook his head.

Members of the Order were watching the interaction with confusion, trying to understand what they were talking about, what the significance was. Draco knew McGonagall was trying to figure out what their plan was, and he hoped she caught on that things hadn't gone awry. She was a clever woman, and Draco had faith that she'd follow along with ease.

"The locket- the locket that you managed to keep from us." Moody glared. "I told you he had a dark object." 

"You said you didn't!" Molly exclaimed. 

"I lied." Harry said.

"Harry, you don't seem yourself." Dumbledore said, softly.

"...Friends with a Malfoy..." was muttered. Harry wasn't sure who said it.

Harry sighed. "Look. We want Voldemort dead. So that's what we've been working on. Draco and I have destroyed five of six horcruxes already. The least you lot can do is help get the snake."

The noises that came from all around the table were incredibly amusing to Draco. 

"Silence!" Dumbledore called, his voice booming. Everyone went quiet. Dumbledore then spoke at a normal level of volume. "Harry. How did you learn all this?"

Harry looked down at his lap with another sigh. He sat up straight, and took a breath. He could feel his friends trying to listen in. "You guys can come in," He called out. "You should hear this too." 

The door opened, and the twins, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione shuffled in. Charlie and Bill didn't look surprised. The other members of the Order looked pissed that Harry had invited them in.

"Right. Good." Harry said, and stood up. He faced his friends. "You know I've been acting strange all year. It's because I've gone back in time, unintentionally." 

They all gaped at him. 

"A time-turner? But no, that doesn't make any..." Hermione frowned. 

"Remus?" Draco asked pointedly. 

Remus smiled, and showed the members of the Order the book he'd been holding in his lap, seemingly absentmindedly. 

"An Aevumiter." Dumbledore said. 

"You're kidding." 

"Can't be!" 

"The hell's that?"

"So." Harry turned back to the Order. "I've lived through the war. I've won it. I want to win it again. Will you listen to me now?" 

"You can't expect us to believe this- Lupin, Black, you've both gone mad-" 

"I feel like we might be the only ones sane, actually-" Sirius said.

"This is absurd-" 

Harry looked at Draco, who nodded and offered his hand. Harry took it, and used Draco to center himself while the members argued. He called out to his magic, like they'd practiced a couple nights before. Harry turned the whole room into an illusion- the members suddenly found themselves surrounded by a transparent world. The arguing abruptly stopped.

Where the china cabinet had been- still was- an older version of Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat with extendable ears. The conversation they heard drifted through the room in the voices of the goblins, Ted Tonks, Dean Thomas, and Dirk. 

The members of the Order exchanged awed, confused, and horrified looks as they listened. The registering of muggle-borns, and what that implied about the state of the Ministry.  The goblins talking about whose order they had abandoned.  About the Sword of Gryffindor fake in Snape's office.

They heard what happened to the kids who tried to steal it. What happened to Ginny. They heard it hinted that Snape killed Dumbledore. Harry let the illusion fade after Ted mentioned that he'd like tips from Harry on staying free. 

"We were hiding from Death Eaters and looking for Voldemort's horcruxes." Harry said in the silence. "There's just one more we need to find and destroy. Problem is, Voldemort keeps Nagini with him." 

"What was that spell?" Shacklebolt asked, curiously. 

Harry shrugged. "I don't think it exists. I just tried to replicate how a pensieve feels." 

Shacklebolt nodded appreciatively. 

"So you really are a time traveler, huh?" Moody asked. 

"Yeah." 

"We still can't take his information at face value-" Moorebank said. 

"Moorebank. It is Moorebank, right?" Harry asked. She nodded. "Okay, glad I remembered that right. I'm going to be honest. This could still go horribly. But I really, really, don't want that. So I'm going to try my best to get this over with before it can get as bad as I know it can."

"It can still 'get bad'." Moorebank said. 

"Course it can. That doesn't mean we shouldn't try. We have the advantage. Voldemort doesn't know he's only got Nagini left. He hasn't had a chance yet to take over the Ministry and Hogwarts." Harry said. 

"The Ministry and Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Harry said. "Voldemort controlled both." 

"So what do we need to do?" Fred asked. 

"We need to lure him out of hiding, kill the snake, then kill him." Harry said. 

"How did you defeat him before?" Dumbledore asked. 

"The Battle of Hogwarts." Harry said, and hints of surprise showed in a few faces. "Uh... The Order, some Aurors, the D.A., the professors and some students. They all fought. Neville got Nagini. I got Voldemort." 

"Longbottom?" Snape asked incredulously, while McGonagall's tone sounded pleasantly surprised. 

"Neville?" Harry's friends exclaimed in tandem, in various degrees of surprise and delight.

Harry nodded. 

"Really, that's all the detail you can give us about the fight?" 

"You want more? Uh... There were giants. And giant spiders." Harry said. He didn't know what to say. He hadn't needed to tell anyone about the unending nightmare that was the battle. People just knew, at least they knew better than to bring it up with him. "Voldemort will be weaker the less time he has to prepare."

"How many fighters can we get?" Bill asked. "And how many will they have?" 

"I don't know." Harry said. "If we act fast, probably a lot more on ours than on theirs."

Moody and Shacklebolt started talking about what Aurors they could trust, and Harry shifted his focus from the group to Dumbledore. Their gazes met, Dumbledore's icy. He must be trying to figure out how to regain control of the situation. 

A shift in the magic around him caught Harry's attention. He felt as much as he heard a calling, an ethereal thread connecting himself and Draco to something in Dumbledore's pocket. The Elder Wand. He didn't need the wand, but... If it would accept Draco, then he'd much prefer Draco had it.

Dumbledore turned and spoke, before drawing the wand. Harry could see that he was going to cast a patronus. But it didn't take. A few members looked at Dumbledore oddly. Harry saw him try to cast it again, but the wand stubbornly refused. 

"Is it refusing him?" Draco whispered to Harry. He nodded. "For us?" Harry nodded again. 

For us. The words sent a giggling feeling rushing through him, despite the tense situation. Draco leaned back with a subtle smirk on his lips. 

"Dumbledore?" Shacklebolt asked. 

"Curious..." Dumbledore said, looking at the wand. 

"Having trouble, Headmaster?" Draco asked. 

Dumbledore looked at Draco. "What makes you ask, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Potter." Draco said. 

Dumbledore took that as an answer rather than a correction, and turned to Harry. "Harry?" 

"I think the Elder Wand is reacting to my magic." Harry said. 

"The what?" 

"Elder Wand?" 

"Are you bloody-" 

"I don't think I heard that right."

"What do you mean, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. 

"I think my magic remembers that we were masters of the wand." Harry said. "And it doesn't seem like the wand cares about timelines all that much."

"We?" 

"Draco and I were both masters for a time." Harry said. 

"If that is the Elder Wand..." Molly frowned. 

"It is." Harry said. 

"Who's the master then?" Bill asked. "Can you still use it all, Headmaster?" 

Harry watched Dumbledore's magic reach to the wand, and the wand shut it out completely. Harry resisted the urge to laugh at how funny it was. Was it actually funny though? Harry didn't care. 

Dumbledore looked coldly at the wand and then at Harry and Draco. "It has refused me." The Order watched as Dumbledore walked around the table to Harry and Draco. He held his wand out to Harry. 

Harry took it, and felt the hum of magic from it. It would respond to him, he knew. He passed it to Draco. Harry saw the twitch of his brows that indicated Draco was hiding his confusion.

Draco, holding the wand for the first time, shifted it around in his hand. It was strange to hold in comparison to his own. The knobs made it feel immensely alien. But there was a content hum from the wand, so Draco took it as a good sign.

With a subtle flick of the wand, Draco conjured an illusionary flock of tiny green falcons. The birds soared around the dining hall, before fading away.

"You're giving it to a Malfoy?" Moody asked incredulously. 

"Potter." Draco said, unphased by the hostility.

"Sorry?" 

Draco pointedly held up his left hand, displaying the ring he'd been wearing since Christmas. Harry had started wearing his own a couple days later, upon Draco's suggestion that he wait to arouse less suspicion. It hadn't mattered much after they'd decided on their plan, but Draco was pleased to have a dramatic reveal now. "It's Potter, now." 

The twins whistled, while Ron gaped in disbelief and horror. Hermione was simply baffled.

Ginny's face contorted. "What on Merlin's saggy balls-" 

"What? How?" Arthur asked. 

"This is ridiculous-" Snape began.

"Harry and I are bonded. Since he's eighteen, so am I." Draco said. "Being bonded grants us a few rights and privileges." 

"You married him?" Ron finally managed to find his voice. 

Harry couldn't help the stupid, beaming smile on his face. He was bonded and married to Draco. And Draco had decided to take on the name Potter. They were Harry and Draco Potter.