Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: elfflame
From: centaury_squill

Title: Turn Back Time
Characters/Pairings: Severus/Draco, touch of Al/Scorp
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: claiming, first time
Other Warnings/Content: anal sex, voyeurism, wanking, spoilers for Cursed Child
Word Count: ~ 2,500
Summary/Description: In which Scorpius Malfoy discovers that meddling with time wasn't such a good idea after all.
Author's Notes: Happy Kinky Kristmas, dear recipient! Your request came at the right moment, just as I'd finished reading Cursed Child. :)



Draco Malfoy walks into the Potions dungeon classroom and for a moment it's as if he's never been away. All the years in between – the Battle of Hogwarts with the Dark Lord victorious, his own rise within the Ministry of Magic, his current position as Head of Magical Law Enforcement – it's as if none of them have happened, and he's a schoolboy again. Then he remembers why he's here, and the spell is broken.

Snape is eyeing him oddly from the other side of the dungeon. "What can I do for you, Draco?"

He steps forward, back in control. "I've been hearing some rather disquieting rumours about my son."

"The Scorpion King?"

Draco can't quite interpret Snape's tone here. Sarcastic, yes. But also – what? Admiring? Rueful? Guarded?

"Scorpius, yes. I hear he's been asking questions about the Battle of Hogwarts."

Snape gives a brief, unamused laugh. "That's what I hear, too."

Draco goes on as if Snape hasn't spoken. "Apparently he keeps asking about Harry Potter. How he died. Why he died. And – he has this weird obsession with Cedric Diggory." He looks at Snape with an expression which in anyone else would be termed pleading. But Malfoys don't plead. "How does he seem to you?"

Snape makes an odd gesture, as if brushing something away. "I haven't seen him... recently. Not since these rumours started." He looks hard at Draco. "Have you?"

Draco shakes his head. "No. I came as soon as I received Professor Umbridge's owl."

* * *
Meanwhile, in the Hogwarts library, Scorpius Malfoy is desperately searching for something – anything – which can make sense of this terrible world in which he's found himself. A world without Albus Potter: his best, his only, friend. And they've only themselves to blame. Another attempt to rewrite history has gone disastrously awry: Albus's father died over 20 years ago, Albus was never born, Voldemort rules. How could things have gone so wrong?

Scorpius stops leafing through A History of Magic, thinks back to the moment he rose through the waters of the lake, that terrible moment when he first realised that Albus was no longer with him. They'd – as they'd thought at the time – succeeded perfectly in disrupting the second task, sending Cedric Diggory floating away with a sneaky Engorgio to his bubble-head, totally humiliated, out of the Triwizard Tournament for good. And after the Time-Turner did its thing, re-turning time, Scorpius was so sure that this time it had worked, that this time they'd got it right. He remembers how he floated in the water waiting for Albus to surface, wanting to high-five his best mate for a job well done. And waited. And waited...

His unhappy reverie is broken as a small, scruffy-looking student comes into the library. It's Craig Bowker Jr, who looks surprised to see Scorpius with a book in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" asks Craig.

Scorpius looks up from A History of Magic, scowls at him. "Why shouldn't I be here?" In spite of himself his voice takes on the arrogant tone he's sure comes naturally to the 'him' of this timeline: the swaggering, entitled Scorpion King.

It's obviously a familiar tone to Craig, who stammers a frightened apology. "S-sorry. I know you hate books and homework and stuff, but I just haven't had time –"

"I hate books and homework?" Scorpius recollects himself. "Yeah, of course I do." His voice deepens. "The Scorpion King has no time for petty details like... homework." For a moment he fears he's overdoing it, slipping into self-parody, but no; Craig is lapping it up.

"Exactly," he nods, "and I'm so sorry I've not finished doing your Potions homework for you yet, but Snape sets so much, and I –"

"So why are you hanging around here wasting my time?" interrupts Scorpius. "Bugger off back to your miserable excuse for a desk and finish it!" But all the time he's thinking: Snape's alive? Severus Snape is alive in this timeline? and wondering what it can mean.

* * *
Scorpius hesitates outside the closed door of the Potions classroom, wondering what to say to Snape. Then he shrugs. Have at him, Scorpion King he tells himself, gently pushing the door open.

The scene inside the dungeon classroom brings him to a full stop, eyes wide, fist stuffed into his mouth to suppress a horrified giggle. Looks like someone's having at Snape already. And not just anyone – his eyes widen even futher as he realises who is bent over Snape – but his, Scorpius', own father.

He knows he should leave, but he's frozen to the spot, watching avidly as Draco pounds into Severus. Snape's making little breathy, mewling noises each time Draco slams home; Draco is panting "Mine!" with each stroke; and it's so dirty-wrong but Scorpius can't help himself: he's aroused, clutching his rapidly-hardening cock as he watches, is jerking himself off in time to his father's rhythm.

Snape's bent over one of the tables his students use for their Potions work, his robe flipped up to bare his scrawny arse to Draco's assault, his face turned sideways, cheek pressed against the table's surface. Scorpius can tell that Draco's hard thrusts are hurting him, but he seems to be enjoying the pain, his face screwed up, eyes tight shut, lips drawn back in a snarl of ecstasy. It's all too much for Scorpius; he just can't last, coming long and helplessly into his hand, way before his father climaxes. And he can't stop himself gasping out loud as he comes, but neither of the other two occupants of the classroom hears him, caught up as they are in their own private world of sex.

And at last Draco is coming, shouting "Mine!" even louder as his rhythm falters, becomes ragged, finishes with one last, deep thrust on an indrawn breath. Scorpius imagines the hot spunk pumping into Snape's arse as his own pumped into his right hand moments before. Reminded, he begins clumsily to clean himself up on his shirt-tail; when he next takes notice of the others, Draco has helped Severus up from the table and is frowning into his face.

"Why didn't you tell me it was your first time?" Draco asks. "I would have been more careful."

Snape says something which Scorpius doesn't catch, but which makes Draco laugh. Then the Potions Master pulls out his wand and gestures towards a shelf; a small jar flies down and smacks into his hand.

"This salve should help," he says, uncapping it.

Draco takes it from him. "I'll do that," he says, and Scorpius feels himself getting excited all over again as he watches his father plunge his fingers first into the jar, then deep into Snape's arse. "Better?" he asks, his voice low, insinuating; Snape nods, puts his hand down to his own cock. It's then that Scorpius realises that Snape's not come yet – that Draco hasn't allowed him to come. But he allows him now, murmuring obscenities as he encourages Snape to jerk himself off in time with the slide of Draco's fingers, slick with salve, in his arse.

It strikes Scorpius with the force of a blow how much he'd like to do to Albus Severus what his father is doing to the original Severus. But I'd be kinder he thinks, as Draco stops his attentions the moment Snape comes, wipes his hand casually on Snape's robes, turns to walk away. And Scorpius, panicked, dives under the nearest table, curls into a ball, holds his breath.

The door slams. Draco has gone.

Cautiously, Scorpius peeps out from under the table. Snape is slumped at his desk, head in his hands. The dungeon classroom smells of sex and despair. Scorpius realises this is no time to enlist Snape's help, and tiptoes quietly away.

* * *
A day spent as the Scorpion King – hearing Muggle-borns scream as they're tortured, being told it was his own idea, Polly Chapman expecting him to take her to something called the Blood Ball, above all the aching lack of Albus Potter – only confirms Scorpius in his belief that, no matter what it takes, this timeline cannot be allowed to stand. That evening he returns to Snape's quarters.

Snape, perhaps unsurprisingly, isn't pleased to see him. And when Scorpius tries to explain why he's there, Snape thinks it's some kind of sick joke. But as Scorpius forges on, revealing things about his past as Dumbledore's spy which no-one in this world can possibly know, Snape grows more and more thoughtful.

"So," he says at last, tracing his thin lips with a long forefinger, "you claim to come from a different timeline – an alternate reality, if you will."

"Yes," Scorpius says emphatically, "though I don't understand why what we did changed things so drastically. I get that us humiliating Cedric Diggory led to him becoming a Death Eater, but what did he do? Did he kill somebody important, or –"

"Cedric Diggory," interrupts Snape, "only killed one wizard, to the best of my knowledge, and that was nobody important. He killed Neville Longbottom at the Battle of Hogwarts."

Scorpius thinks this through. "Yes!" he exclaims. "Neville Longbottom was meant to kill Nagini, but of course he couldn't if he was dead. So, one Horcrux remained, and Voldemort couldn't be killed. You've cracked it!"

Convinced almost against his will, Snape takes Scorpius to a secret location, to meet the remnants of Dumbledore's Army.

* * *
"Ron and Hermione?" asks Scorpius, looking between them. "You're it?"

"People usually call me Granger," says Hermione, "and what are you doing here?" She looks accusingly at Snape, who tries to explain the situation as he sees it. Hermione remains unconvinced. "How do we know he's not a spy? Seems an odd story to me; why try changing history for Cedric Diggory? He could be inventing all this stuff about other timelines."

"I'm not," Scorpius says earnestly. "Really I'm not. And it was Delphi Diggory, Cedric's cousin, who convinced us to try to save him."

"Us?" asks Ron, frowning as he tries to follow all this.

"Albus Severus and me. He's – he's my best friend. Harry Potter's son. Named after Albus Dumbledore, and –" Scorpius gestures towards Snape, "– who Harry Potter said was one of the bravest men he knew."

"Well, he got that right," says Ron.

"Oh, stop. You're making me blush," deadpans Snape.

Scorpius explains how he and Albus went back in time, first to Task 1 of the Triwizard Tournament; then, when that didn't have the desired outcome, to Task 2, which is how he's landed up here. But it isn't until he pulls the Time-Turner from his pocket that the others really begin to believe him.

They decide that a Shield charm is all that's required to negate Albus and Scorpius' meddlings, and indeed, when they all use the Time-Turner to go back to the day of the first task, this proves to be the case.

It's when they return to the present that things start to go wrong.

* * *
The Time-Turner had activated before they were ready, snatching them back to the present day at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, whereas they'd planned to walk to the lake first, ready to travel to the second task. It means they're out in the open, exposed, with Dementors roaming the grounds. And Ron's injured, lying on the ground moaning pitifully.

"That happened the first time we used the Time-Turner," Scorpius tells him. "Albus broke his arm."

"Now – ow! – he tells me," groans Ron.

"We have to get you under cover," Snape says urgently, "You and Granger are on Voldemort's Most Wanted list. If the Dementors find you, they'll suck out your souls."

They help Ron to his feet, but before they've gone more than a few steps the air grows suddenly chill, and black shapes appear, gliding silently among the trees.

"Dementors!" gasps Scorpius.

Hermione gives him a push. "Go! It's me and Ron they want. You and Snape will have to finish it. Go now!"

Snape looks torn, but he can't deny the sense in her words; he nods briefly, seizes Scorpius by the hand, and pulls him away.

"But – they'll suck out their – we have to –" blurts Scorpius, resisting.

"No, boy. We can't help them now. The best thing we can do is try and restore your timeline."

Reluctantly, Scorpius goes with him.

Their journey to the lake isn't without incident; they're only halfway there when suddenly Scorpius and Snape are surrounded by Dementors. Presumably they've dealt with Ron and Hermione, and Scorpius shudders as he realises how.

"Don't let them sense your fear," Snape tells him softly. "Think of something – happy."

Scorpius' mind is a complete blank. Snape's hand tightens on his. "Think of your... friend. Think of Albus Severus. You're doing this for him, aren't you?"

That does the trick. Scorpius remembers Albus hugging him on the Hogwarts Express. Nodding confidently, holding that thought, he continues to walk.

Equally confidently, Snape strides by his side. What he's thinking is anybody's guess.

They've reached the lake before the Dementors seem to realise they're a threat; looking beyond them, they see Dolores Umbridge, wand upraised.

"Halt!" she calls.

Snape swears under his breath. "She's onto us." He releases Scorpius' hand. "Go. I'll hold them off as long as I can. It's all down to you, now. Make your Albus proud."

Scorpius nods, secretly determining to tell his father of Snape's heroism if – when – he returns to his own time. He pulls the Time-Turner from his pocket, sets it spinning.

"Goodbye," he mouths, as the world turns black.

Moments later, his task complete, he again rises through the waters of the lake, but this time Albus rises with him, and there's not a Dementor in sight. They're home.

Epilogue
It's over, or very nearly. Delphi – who turned out not to be a Diggory at all, in reality intent on Voldemort's, not Cedric's, return – is safely locked up in Azkaban; the original timeline is restored. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Albus and Scorpius are all gathered with Professor McGonagall in her office. Albus and Scorpius are standing very close together. Draco has an inward look; Scorpius has finally overcome his embarrassment and had a private word with his father about Severus Snape. He's holding the Time-Turner in his hand.

Professor McGonagall gives him a stern look. "You must destroy it, Mr Malfoy. It's far too dangerous to remain in existence."

"I agree," Draco tells her, "and I will. After I've fixed one more thing." He pockets the Time-Turner and strides out of her office.

The others stare after him.

"What's he doing?" asks Harry.

"I know," Scorpius says suddenly, a smile spreading over his face. "He's going to the Shrieking Shack, back to May 1983. He's going to rescue Severus Snape."

The End