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Hi there. I'm IcyBlue, and I bring you my first ever Harry Potter fanfic. I hope you like. I'm on an adventure genre kick, and this plot bunny popped into my head and refused to cease the damnable drumming until I wrote about it. Don't you hate it when that happens?

Anyway, I hope you all make lots and lots of comment on this one, cause I want to dedicate a lot of my work to my reviewers, who keep me going. Send me a fun, in-depth, or interesting review, and the next chapter is for you!

Now, on with the random interworkings that is my mind on Harry Potter crack.

Chapter One: My Greatest Day...WHAT?!

Though there were many who envied or were resentful of the fanciful idea that Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Was-Going-To-Get-Himself-Killed-One-Day, had a perfectly easy and 'adventurous' life, their feelings were misplaced. His friends were the first ones to tell you that. Professor Mcgonagall, had she been near one of the teens that liked to point this 'fact' out, would have docked points and gave a stern glare. Other than that, there were not many people who knew the truth about his Muggle...'guardians'.... and Harry was somewhat confounded that the press had not dug that dirt up and wrote a horrifying, tragic, blown-out-of-proportion front page editorial about it. Then again, he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Hermione had once encouraged him to come forward about the abuse and neglect, that way he might not have had to stay with them again, and other kids who were having similar problems could seek help, too.

But that would have led to questions that he never wanted to face in his life. Some memories that he would not ever dredge up if he could help it.

So, when he heard from Dumbledore that he would not be returning to the demonic Durselys that summer before his seventh year, he could not have been more pleasantly surprised. The fact that Remus and Sirius would be watching over him for most of that time only added to the building euphoria, as well as the fact that he would be staying in a cabin in the mountains, where snow could be found if you climbed up a few hundred feet. He had never been camping before. He would be able to floo to the Weaselys home and vise versa when deemed safe. He was surprised that he wasn't skipping with glee down the hall during the last few weeks in his sixth year. But, he knew that that would be a little strange, even for him, so he settled with humming instead, letting some lyrics from a band he enjoyed run through his head.

I've got the keys to the car

I'm going out on an afternoon vacation

They all know where I'm gonna go...

Harry was not accompanied by his two friends today, he knew that they needed some alone time, so he pretended to go let them 'study' on their own while he went to Hagrid's. It was pretty obvious that they were together now, but they had yet to 'inform' him. He would let them tell him when they were ready, as long as it was before Ron proposed or anything too drastic. He knew that they would end up marrying, and that only added to his good mood.

The sun is shinning down and

There's no one else around now-

"Watch it, Potter!"

Man, if there was ever a person fucking born to be a kill joy...

Malfoy had collided with him when he rounded a corner, and was straightening out his robe, glaring at Harry as if the 'Golden Boy' was the bane of the world's existence.

"I'm so sorry, Malfoy," Harry began, sounding piteously contrite, which made Malfoy's silver eyes snap to his face and widen.

"Maybe I'm not the only one who needs glasses," He finished sweetly, more sarcasm evident in his tone than before.

"My vision is perfect, you just need a stronger pair, and a new brain, because new glasses would only solve half the problem," Malfoy scoffed. As he darted away, Harry could only say that his next action was not entirely his fault, but the sudden idea combined with a flare of that well known sickness, prankster-itis, made it impossible to stop himself.

He cast a silent stinging hex and waited. The way Malfoy nearly jumped out of his skin and grabbed his ass was priceless, along with the wounded puppy expression on his face. He turned back to glare at Harry, who was currently trying to contain his laughter and failing. He jumped behind the wall to the next corridor as Malfoy fired a retaliation hex his direction.

He knew that Malfoy was too pissed not to chase after him. He continued to cast shields and aimed hexes back at the raging blond. This was definitely one of their more explosive fights…

They were so involved in their spelling fit that it escaped their notice when they ventured into the crowded Great Hall. Firing curses and charms like no tomorrow, they ignored the cheers and 'ooo's when the spells hit and the screeching voice of both Mcgonagoll and Snape. Oddly enough, Dumbledore sat in his head seat at the teacher's table, unperturbed, as the student body once again flew into chaos under the passionate anger of their two favorite rivals.

The teachers were loathe to separate the two at this point; almost hoping that the hero and the ice prince would hex each other into oblivion so their school could have some peace. And people thought that Voldemort was the worst threat to the school? Just leave those two to their own devices for and hour and the ancient castle would crumble. As entertaining as it may have been to the students, and Dumbledore, for some odd reason, the rest of them were ready to expel either one or the both of them.

It was Flickwick and Flich who intervened at last, and their friends who held them back from punching each other even after they had been disarmed of their wands. The two house heads of Gryffindor and Slytherin stepped forward.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, what is the reason for breaking the school rules this time, pry tell?" Mcgonagall seethed, eyes flashing between the two obnoxiously rowdy students. Snape just held onto his usual glare.

"He started it!" Malfoy growled, wrestling out of Crabbe and Blaise's grip.

"And how did he do that, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape focused his gaze on Harry, looking at him as if he had just murdered ten people.

"Yeah, Malfoy, tell 'em how," Harry's face was alight with barely contained amusement, and everyone could see that the only reason he wasn't on the ground in a fit of hilarity was the biggest, shit-eating grin they had ever seen on his face.

Malfoy's face was flushed with embarrassment. Harry couldn't help chuckling a bit at his discomfort. Ron and Hermione looked between the two and Ron smiled just as wide as Harry, hoping that he would get to hear the story behind Malfoy's current squeamishness. Hermione smiled lightly, almost wistfully, for an entirely different reason.

Seeing that the Slytherin was not going to spit out what had happened, Mcgonagall shook her head and said, "I'm disappointed as always, you two are such brilliant students most of the time-" She was cut off briefly at the twin snorts and rolling of eyes, "But you insist on ruining that by simply continuing this useless rivalry. Fifty house points from each of you-"

"I believe that I have a different sort of penalty for these two, Minerva," Dumbledore spoke up, surprising the rest in the room. He rarely commented on their punishments. "And their houses have suffered enough, I think, to warrant that they don't exactly care about making or losing points."

"Then what do you suggest, Headmaster?" Snape inquired, a genuinely curious expression adorning his features. Dumbledore hardly acted without a definite purpose. That it had taken six years to involve himself between those two was a wonder in itself.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy will follow me into my office and we will have a little chat. I will inform the house heads after we are done," Dumbledore smiled, and the twinkle in his eye was unnerving to the two boys, who followed after him while exchanging similar, disconcerting glances with their friends. Harry and Draco looked at each other while they walked to the office, the one time since school had started that there was no heat behind their eyes or fuel for their petty hatred.

They stood in stifling silence as Dumbledore settled behind his desk. Flawks twitched and observed the scene with interest, quietly twittering. The Headmaster sipped some tea from a steaming cup before he broke the stillness.

"Harry, Draco... Do you know why, after all these years; you still continue to bully one another?" He asked.

"No, sir," they muttered together. They tensed as they heard each other say the same thing, refusing to share another look.

"I didn't think so. Most feuds like these would have either ended by now or you would have just started to ignore one another. Even Severus and James had toned it down by this point," At the mention of the godfather and deceased father, both of their gazes snapped back to Dumbledore. He sighed at the reluctance to believe that statement in their eyes. He leaned down slightly and pulled something out from his desk drawer, and their eyes flickered over the red tinged silver chain. Dumbledore held it out for them, and they saw the broken links at both ends. Neither could hide the confused glance at the Headmaster.

"Do either of you know what this is?" he asked, and they both shook their heads.

"Its name is Akili Mend Dhamana," Dumbledore said, "And it is a very rare and special object; no one has been able to identify all its powers, or its creator. But it is indeed, very powerful, nonetheless." He placed it on the edge of the desk furthest away from him, and closer to Harry and Draco, but they could feel the truth in his words by the residual aura coming from it even when they were a few yards away. The magic they felt from it seemed to swirl beneath their skin, and suddenly their hands were itching to hold the softly shining chain.

"I was hoping that the two of you could fix it for me." He smiled at their startled expressions, "I have tried, but I feel that it needs a younger magic to help it along." His eyes twinkled brightly as they stared at him.

Harry moved forward, not wanting to ignore the urge any longer, and grasped the chain in first his right hand, then held the precious necklace with both hands. 'Necklace?' He asked himself, 'How do I know that that's what it's supposed to be?'

The necklace hardly felt like metal in his hand; it was like silky cream, warm, sliding over his skin in a soothing caress. It made him highly aware of the sudden heat coming from his side; he knew it was Malfoy, but he didn't turn to look at him when the slender, pale hand floated in front of him, pausing slightly, before touching the chain in his hands. The slippery feeling of the metal increased as its warmth abruptly engulfed the both of them; euphoria, for a moment, the only thing washing over them. Along with Dumbledore's words:

"The missing piece can only be found in triumph…"

And then everything went white.

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