DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER AND THE SERIES ALL BELONG TO J.K.ROWLING!!

This is a rated M fic. Pairings are unknown except that it will be a HarryDraco fic. Slash for all you numbskulls who don't understand. There will be graphic scenes; well, semi-graphic. I will warn people with a 'WARNING!' sign. Also, within that chapter I will put a 'LEMON SCENE!' right before it happens. And understand that I don't want this story taken off the site, so if this doesn't float your boat, STOP READING IT AND IGNORE IT!

Another thing that should be known about this fiction is that it takes place the summer after fifth year. Lucius Malfoy was never sent to Azkaban. Sirius Black was never killed either!! If anything else isn't exactly like the other stories, then those have been changed for the sake of this fic. Too!

Okay, so while this isn't my first fic ever on this site, this is my first Harry Potter attempt.

I won't do review replies in the story either. Oh, and I also beta… now on with the story!!

Please note that this is the re-write!

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Ai Teng

Chapter One – Escaping the Dark Mark

Written by: Duzen Broken DreamZ (started on 4/21-08, started re-write 9/20-08)

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Lucius Malfoy stood in his study, glaring furiously at his son. How could he be doing this to him?! He's worked so hard to achieve all the glory of the Malfoy name and let his son bask in it while he grew up. And now he had the nerve to do this to him; to refuse the dark mark? How dare him! "Boy, you will get that mark, or die! Our Lord is back and how the hell dare you not grace him?" Lucius smacked his son and glared coldly at him, "You WILL get it tomorrow night. If you don't… I'll kill you myself and then put your lifeless corpse in Diagon Alley for everyone to witness. Such a disgrace as yourself, however, can be redeemed and proven worthy by taking the mark. So you will do it."

Draco sneered hatefully at his father. He was a madman! Not just him, but the whole lot of dark wizards! He'd been sprouting off things that were shoved down his throat for way too long. He was told to choose a path, and he chose. He wasn't going to play for the dark, death be damned! "Fuck you." Lucius's fist connected with Draco's jaw and sent him sprawling on the floor.

"You'll be forgiven once you realize that this is for your own benefit." Lucius walked out of his study, leaving his fuming son behind. 'I'll never join that bastard. I'll be killed no matter what I do.' Draco made his decision that moment. He was going to pack up his bags and leave. Malfoys bow to no one. Malfoys make there own rules and they never do as others do. But they always make sure to follow tradition. However, it never said that they had to become mindless murderers.

Draco hurried to his feet, he didn't have much time. He needed to pack all of his belongings that he could gather… but first…

Draco looked through the desk that was there in his father's study. He knew they were there, they had to be. Smiling victoriously, he grabbed several highly incriminating letters of correspondence between his father and the Minister. It involved the whole cover up of the Dark Lord from when he returned all the way down to that sickly toad's being at Hogwarts. Oh yes, his father was going to get his.

Draco ran off to his room with the letters and took out a very large trunk. It was just as big as Draco if it were on its side and it was as wide as Draco's torso. It was also very deep, so if Draco were to step in it, it would come up to his knees. He opened the trunk and shoved all of his school shrunken text books in, all of his clothes – shrunken of course, and everything else in his room shrunken down. When he was done, his room was completely empty, save for himself and the trunk. Nothing was in his closet, nothing left on the floor. All his desks, his bed, and other furniture… all in his trunk. Smiling, Draco shut the lid and shrunk his trunk too and cast a charm so it would be weightless before putting it in his pocket. Now all he had to do was figure out what to do next and where to go.

Small sweat beads formed at Draco's forehead. He first needed to go to Gringotts and take out all of his money. Draco took out his trunk and sighed. He searched until he found his broom and then put the trunk back into his pocket. "And my key is around my neck… so… let's go." Draco whispered to himself before opening up his bedroom window and mounting onto his broom. He cast a disillusionment charm on himself before flying off and leaving everything behind him.

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Draco looked at the little goblins scurrying around in distaste. Shaking his head slightly he walked up and demanded to see his vault. "Key?" Draco sneered but showed the necklace that held his key. "Follow me."

Draco looked into his vault, smiling slightly. His father had been putting money in every year, on top of getting money for special occasions. Now, he was rich in his own right. He walked into his vault and pulled out his trunk. He started piling in all of his money and when it didn't fit anymore, he took out some shirts and started wrapping the money in there before shrinking the shirt. He did this process until all of his shrunken shirts were holding money. His vault was now empty.

"Sir?" Draco scowled at the goblin. "This is your vault, no?" Draco nodded, "It is, but I wish to have all my money with me. And it isn't your place to quest- … actually I think I need some legal and financial advice. Answer me," Draco took in a deep breath, "Let's say this vault is mine, but I am a minor so my father manages it, let's say that I take all of my money out, can my father do anything about it?"

The goblin stared at the blonde headed boy for a moment before answering, "He can complain all he would like, but the vault was in your name. Whether or not he put money in this said vault does not change that. He can't ask for you to give back that money, unless it was only just added within the first 24 hours of making this discovery."

Draco let out that breath he had been holding, "He hasn't added anything to this vault in four months. And since this vault is in my name, it is all legally mine, minor or not?" The goblin nodded, "Yes sir."

Draco made sure all of his money was safely stowed away in his trunk before casting the same charms on it as before and placing it in his pocket. "Then I guess my work here is done."

When Draco stepped out of the bank he was hit with finality. He couldn't go back now. But what does he do from this point on; where does he go? Draco walked to the Leaky Cauldron and got himself a room. He didn't know who he could trust. He knew there was some speculation amongst the death eaters that Severus wasn't really dark… but he couldn't just go off on hope. And he didn't trust the headmaster – so he was out of the question. Draco let his trunk out and took a sack he had and counted how many galleons he was able to fit in there. He had about fifty galleons in that small sack. 'That is more than enough to get me through this and the next summer. And since that isn't even one-twentieth of my money as a whole that I have… I need a safe.' Draco clutched the sack hard. This was going to be a long summer… and it was only a week in. 'But look on the good side; you've escaped the dark mark and you are the first Malfoy in a long time to not have blood on his hands and conscience.'

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Okay, so this is the first chapter of the rewrite of… (Drum rolls)…. AI TENG! Yayness!

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