The Unlikely Marauders - A time travel story

Draco

Draco Hartford. That was his name now. The Weasley girl was now Ginevra Mulligan.
He hated his new name. It carried none of the pureblood prestige of the name Malfoy.
But even worse than that was the Gryffindor tie he now wore.
Dumbledore had decided that he should change their appearances, too, just to make their similarities to their parents less obvious. So, now Draco had bland brown hair and a shorter nose.
Weasley--or, rather, Ginny as he was supposed to call her-- had less striking auburn hair.
She was standing next to him now, bouncing annoyingly on the balls of her feet as they waited for the feast to start.

"Will you stop?" Draco asked, exasperated.

She glared at him, "No."

But she did anyway,  annoyance replacing her nervous anticipation.

Soon, the sound of chattering filled the hall. Draco could hear chairs squeaking, and book bags thumping to the floor.

"Silence!" Dumbledore called.
"We have two new students--transfers--that I must announce."

Muttering filled the hall.
Ginny was bouncing again.

"Please welcome," he paused dramatically, "Mr. Draco Hartford and Miss Ginevra Mulligan!"

McGonagall ushered Draco and Ginny into the Great Hall.
The muttering grew now, students in the back strained to see, some even stood up.

"They have undergone the sorting ceremony in my office, and they are both Gryffindors!"

Draco barely kept himself from gagging. He'd never have thought that his name and Gryffindor would be in the same sentence, except maybe with a 'hates' between them.

The Gryffindors cheered.

"They are in second year. I will ask that you make them feel comfortable in this new environment. Thank you. You two may sit down now."

Draco didn't move.

"Oh, come on," Ginny growled. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the Gryffindor table.
They sat down with a handsome boy with long dark hair on Draco's side, and Peter on Ginny's.

"Hello, Draco," The boy said, grinning mischievously, "I'm Sirius."

Oh, no. Sirius Black, the infamous murderer.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Draco bowed his head formally.

Sirius's face seemed to drop. He turned away. "He sounds like cousin Narcissa," he told the boy across from him, who looked like....of course, because why wouldn't he have to put up with a Potter, too?
Potter grinned, "Wonder how such a typical pureblood got into Gryffindor."

Ginny elbowed Draco.

He turned to see that she was staring at Potter, blushing furiously. Wonderful.
"Why did you hit me?"

"You need to stop being so formal," she whispered fiercely, tearing her eyes away from Potter, "You're being too obvious."

"Right, because gawking at Potter isn't obvious at all."

"No, I mean that you're supposed to be a halfblood. You're acting like a pureblood supremacist."

"That's because I am..."

"Not here you aren't."

"What are you two whispering about?" Sirius asked.

"None of your business," Ginny said at the same time as Draco said:

"We were arguing about how likely it is that Professor Kettleburn is going to lose control of the niffler in his bag. Ginny, here, thinks he should be fine. I don't agree."

Sirius looked surprised. "How do you know--?"

At that moment, a black thing jumped out of Kettleburn's lap and onto the Head Table.
From there, it leapt onto the Hufflepuff table.
Chaos immediately insued.

Kids were screaming, older students firing spells at the creature.

Potter turned toward Draco with eyes wide with admiration. "How did you know it was there?"

Draco smirked. "Intuition."

The real reason he had known about the niffler was that he had seen Kettleburn put it in his bag earlier.

"We'll have to put it to a vote," Sirius said.

"But I'm pretty sure you're adopted, Draco," Potter finished, "I'm James Potter."