Whatever could be wrong with the world Lord Voldemort was ruling over the magical world, wizards and witches alike were safe from muggles even mudbloods were given a safe home from the moment they had their first accidental magic the school semester was about to start and Harrison Evans was attending Cerritulus school of magic..... While there was only a slight problem Harrison Evans could see into other people's pasts..... ( this is just for fun and to get story ideas down and I guess to improve my writing so conservative criticism is welcome also sorry In advance for my terrible spelling and grammar I'll try to post regularly but don't expect anything life and stuff get in the way Also the cover art is not mine but credits to the artist Cerritulus is weird in Latin according to a quick goggle search ill be adding Latin words in because I can but if they are in correct because they are simply a quick google search feel free to point it out And if u were wondering yes it's going to be a Tom Riddle( lord Voldemort) x Harry potter(Harrison Evans) story it's just later in the story I might add more tags latter idk

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The war took a toll on Harry, things have just lost their color, and doubts start creeping in, things he could have done better, things he wish he could change, people he knows he should have saved... but his biggest regret is that he was not able to see past Draco Malfoy's put up facade... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I was planning on making this a one-shot but there's a lot to be said between these two. Thank you for reading! Please vote and comment if you like it! Hope you enjoy the story!