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Author: Moi, Saheel
Pairing(s): For now... no one. Later? I'm not going to tell you. If you're a Ron fan, please, do leave. If you hate the idea of Harry being less-than-perfect but still sexy, please, leave. If you're a homophobe, just, go die. kthxbi
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Potter. Harry, Potter. The second day back from break, already he had his list of chores meant to keep him busy and disciplined and tortured. Well, not tortured. See, Harry had a whole list of things that he wanted to do this summer. He couldn't live, the prophecy said he couldn't. But he could very well reach that point... or just skirt around it. Well, pants around it. Harry didn't need a "nice breeze 'round his privates". No, he liked a nice hand... but that's besides the point. The point is, he was gardening on already the second day back from school, when something strange occured.
'Potter... that bloody prat... think he is! Golden boy, ruining my plans... him... no!'
Harry started, kneeing the shovel lying next to him as he weeded the plants. 'What was that?' he thought. It sounded suspiciously like Malfoy, the insufferable git. 'Why would Malfoy's voice be in my head?' He decided to get up, shaking off the feeling that something had just been taken from him. After all, what was there to take? His parents and Sirius loved him while they were alive, and still did, wherever they were. He had friends, a substitute family to take the responsibilities of his true one, mentors, enemies, food... well, he wasn't in love with anybody. 'What? I don't need to be in love with anybody. I'm only 16, and besides, I'm going to enjoy my time being single.'
Draco Malfoy lounged in his fathers' study with as if remembering something. His father looked at him over a tome he had propped up on his legs, studying him but saying nothing. 'Maybe he just came into... no. That's entirely wrong... he's far too dark for it to happen yet. It's bound to be... it's starting!'
Malfoy Jr. suddenly got up, a hard look in his eye, and wordlessly stalked out of the office. Lucius stared intently at the door, trying to figure out the best course of action. He looked back at the note lying on his desk, deeming his entire life wrong.
Tom Marvolo Riddle I am Lord Voldemort
Tom Marvolo Riddle Fathered by a muggle
Tom Marvolo Riddle Killed the Bones' - purebloods
Signed, anon.
Lucius sighed. The parchment it was written on had not responded to any tracing, recognizing, or validity spells, and was reduced to a thinness only the crepes that he loved could achieve. All the Death Eaters had received notes like this one, though all of them were different. He had read Weasley's note, and it had not made such an impact on him as it did the true sender. It had said was "Tom Marvolo Riddle has killed those of his inner circle before." Weasley had stared at it for a while, and Lucius was appalled as the twat broke down in front of him, his haughty demeanor reduced to shambles as he slumped into his chair.
But what to do about Draco? His son was fast nearing the prime in which he would be able to take the blood of the creatures he truly loved and felt empathy for. He needed to find the best course of action - regarding his heir and their status in the war.
"POTTTTTTERRRRRR" screeched Petunia Dursley, unfortunate guardian of Harry's summer life.
"What? What is it" he responded, biting back the urge to reply in the same manner she had used.
"You will NOT sit around and watch the telly as some lazy child. DO SOMETHING PRODUC...ti...ve..."
Harry snickered in his mind as he got up to read a cooking book from the kitchen shelf - Petunia was staring out the window at Dudley. The fat cow had gotten himself into the poser-punk scene, it seemed. He drove up in his (previously) black Lexus, blaring some crap music with lyrics that whined and screamed of how people were posers. Harry stared at the book, pondering the irony. He jingled Dudley's spare keys, and as he read a recipe for a soothing, relaxing, sleep-inducing herbal tea, an idea formulated in his mind. He got to preparing the Dursley's dinner straight-away, using his knowledge of Potions to manipulate the herbs found in the tea into their food, for the highest effect possible. Around an hour later, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley came into the dining room.
Vernon banged on the table and shouted"BOY! OUR FOOD IS LATE"
"IT'S COMING" he shouted back, cursing the fool under his breath.
He brought their food and set it on the table, sitting their watching them eat. He knew he looked very eager as he watched them eat their food, so instead averted his eyes to the pictures on the wall. One in specific startled him, he had never noticed it before. It was of Harry's maternal grandparents, standing with his mother, father, and... Lucius Malfoy? No, that had to be wrong. But what was it doing on the wall? Why hadn't Petunia - or at the very least Vernon - knocked it down and burned it? He had never noticed it before.
He stared at it, coming to the reluctant conclusion that that was Malfoy Sr., and... that it was his father holding his hand... and smiling between Lily and Malfoy. A good twenty minutes passed before the Dursleys had finished their meal. It was strange that they ate so slowly today, as it usually took only ten minutes. Had Harry been paying attention, he would have noticed their actions getting slower and seen them put more effort into the chewing as the minutes passed. They all slumped to sleep right there on the dinner table, and Harry was shaken out of his stupor at the three loud thumps that greeted him.
He grinned, and dragged Petunia up to his bedroom and put her to sleep there. The shift change was occurring as they spoke, and the keeper only watched the shadows of the people moving in the house. They would see that there was a person in the smallest room... thus giving Harry the leverage to do whatever he wanted tonight. He was wrought with exhilaration as he ran down the stairs and into Dudley's car. Remembering everything from having watched Vernon drive around, and the experience in second year... Harry floored it down Privet Drive.
As he braked at the end, he heard the unmistakably loud crack of someone with low magic apparating in.
'Bloody fools,' he thought. 'Damnit, why does everyone have to go on about the Dark and how it's bad and how the "Light" is so great? Weak wizards or witches are not going to get us anywhere - they're going to get us more deaths, and they're going to turn away the powerful from joining our cause. Voldemort has the right idea... I just have to use it and turn the tables my way. Dumbledore, I'm joining the game.'
His thoughts trailed off as the light turned green, and his focus was back on driving. He drove into London - a good 25 minute drive to get the hang of the controls. He had the bass pumped all the way up and was playing some gothic industrial on a station that didn't have many listeners. Night life... ahh. He saw a club with open doors and a huge line to get in. The dancing was mesmerizing from what he could see outside, so he parked and ran over.
Harry did a once over on his hair, looked at his pants and sighed. He jumped back in the car, produced an exacto knife from Dudley's glove box. He proceeded to rip off the ends of his pants - making them go mid-shin length. Not the sexiest thing, but it would do. His shirt, now that was good. Seamus had given it to him last Christmas, saying that Harry would definitely need some muscle shirts, now that he was on the verge of being ripped.
'Time to partyyyyyyy...' Harry quipped to himself.
Ooer, now this chapter is the first of many to come (I hope to be amongst the great writers that are all above 60,000 words. Eventually.)
If you wish to review, it'll make me update faster. It will. I'm telling you.
Now, in my author notes, I may seem like a heinous bitch, but the reality is, I'm just sick of hearing all these stupid little "LoL"'s in the middle/end/beginning of stories. I do like you. Please review/flame/anything.
