In The Works

Harry Potter - What Will Happen Will Happen

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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Summary

(still working on a formal summary - see below)

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I'm laying this one wholly at the feet of the Death Eater Express...they've all had a bad influence on me. It started with the discovery of Caminal's The Minister's Secret, which led to joining the DEE and culminated with a 'have you seen this story' post. And boom. New story idea... It is inspired (and approved) by laumirot's My Little Dragon and will likely be influenced by two of the greatest (imho) HP time-travel stories ever, Shayalonnie's The Debt of Time and The Minister's Secret. I can only endeavour to write a story even half so incredible as either of their master-works.

So here it goes...we'll see if this one ever gets written...

The gist will be that, at beginning her Eighth Year, Hermione, through a chance of circumstance, becomes privy to the newly discovered secret that Draco is not, in fact, Narcissa's son with Lucius. And as circumstance and fate continues to conspire, she finds herself thrown back in time...Cue the casual time-loop story. In doing so, a chain of events is launched that will see her coming to see Severus Snape as a brother, learning to love a young Lucius Malfoy and discovering that she is, in fact, Draco's real mother...meanwhile, those she left behind in the present come to realize just what has happened and the implications.

There's still a lot to work out - like htH she's going to be travelling through time in the first place and how to reconcile Narcissa's canon actions with her role in this story - but I have the gist of it worked out already in my head.

Stay tuned!

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Opening Excerpt

Lucius knew exactly when it all changed. He could pinpoint exactly when everything changed.

It was a snap, like a pane of glass cracking in his mind.

At first he'd thought he'd gone mad. He knew the Cruciatus could do it, that it could drive a person insane.

But as the curse continued—his throat ripped raw from his screams already, his bones feeling like they were being crushed to powder, his skin peeling from his flesh—he still felt entirely too sane despite the agonizing torment for his mind to have broken.

It was only as the Dark Lord turned away, satisfied that the lesson had been absorbed, that Lucius realized exactly what had happened.

A memory charm had been broken.

He remembered her.

And all the old wounds on his heart from her disappearing from his life broke open again, bleeding and burning, making the lingering pain from the Dark Lord's Cruciatus seem to fade in its intensity. Only now it was worse...because he'd forgotten her.

Even as the Dark Lord urged him forward with a powerful stinging hex to check the Potter Boy for life, even as the heavy silence of the clearing echoed in his ears, she filled his mind, her voice pleading, urging him to remember his promise to her...

...protect our son.

Protect Draco.