Harry Potter: This Chosen One Is a Little Dark

[Draco/Harry]

Thirty-nine-year-old Draco Malfoy died in an out-of-control experiment with time magic. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his youth and, by an odd twist of fate, become the youngest professor in Hogwarts' history.

Before he could even settle into his new post, he took care of one personal matter: he went to fetch Harry Potter from the Dursley family before Hagrid could.

After nearly sixty years between his two lives, he couldn't very well leave a child trapped in a cramped cupboard, with even his birthday passing in silence.

But once he got to know the boy, he discovered a little hedgehog wrapped in soft fur.

The gentleness was only for show. All his prickles were hidden underneath. If anyone bothered someone he cared about, he always found his own way to get even, with such perfect restraint that even adults couldn't find a single fault.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. He would steer the boy's studies in the right direction, and as for everything else... If someone hurt him, he wasn't allowed to bottle it all up alone again.

More troublesome still, the timeline in this life had gone completely astray: Quirrell had died in Albania, Voldemort's plan to possess a body had failed, and he could only lurk in the Forbidden Forest in the form of a viper, barely surviving on Unicorn Blood.