AN: This is my first fan fiction and my therefore also my first attempt at slash. I would like to thank Sym who helped come up with the plot despite his slight hesitance of involving himself with Drarry fiction. So Sym is Beta/co-writer, even though he won't be doing any of the actual writing... or reading apart from when I bully him to edit chapters.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter; Ginny would have been killed, Sirius would have lived, and Harry and Draco would have been having hot man sex. I think it is therefore quite obvious that I am just playing with JK's wonderful characters.
Prologue
In the smallest bedroom of No. 4 Privet Drive:
You would think that with the Dark Lord having been defeated two months prior to this moment in time (being roughly 11:30PM July 30th 1997) that Harry would not be required to return to the magic hating household of his only living blood relatives. Well you would have thought wrong. Due to there being a few Death Eaters still on the loose, it was thought best that Harry return to the Dursley's in order to gain as much protection from the blood wards as he could. However with the blood wards wearing off at midnight he would be collected the next day to stay the remainder of the holiday with the Weasley's. The historic event of Harry leaving his Aunt and Uncle's house was a thought that left the only occupant of the small room with bated breath.
It wasn't too long before the old digital clock, once belonging to Dudley Dursley, changed from 11.59 to 12.00 under the watchful gaze of one Harry Potter.
Harry drew breath to wish himself his customary, solitary happy birthday when an odd tingling started between his shoulder blades, a similar feeling also starting at the top of his head. The odd sensation quickly sweeping across his whole body in ever increasing intensity, still originating from the initial regions of his person. At first it had been a feather touch, but even that left him breathless. With each wave escalated in pressure it wasn't long before it felt like needles were piecing every inch of his flesh. 'I wonder if this is what acupuncture feels like' randomly drifted across his mind before suddenly the pain on the top of his head intensified, however not as much as that from his back. It felt like two daggers were being dragged across his shoulder blades, pushing, oddly enough, from the inside trying to force their way out.
Harry arched off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream of agony, as the pain continued to grow he was soon only supported by his feet and the top of his head, which were the only part of him in contact with the mattress, not alleviating the pain in his head in the slightest, but giving the illusion of comfort for his back.
Just as quickly as the bizarre feelings started, they left. Deserting his tired body and allowing briefly, before the sleep which quickly followed these events overcame him, thoughts of whether a blood ward breaking was meant to feel like this.
AN: Right, this story will be continued, but starting on the 2nd December I am backpacking from Beijing to Hong Kong over two and a half months, this means lots of long train and bus journeys with a notepad and pen. When I return to England I will type up all I have written and start uploading semi-regularly.
I know my writing style has much to be desired, so no flames please, constructive criticism is welcome, remember, the more reviews the more likely I will type up the next chapter as soon as I get home despite the jet-lag and malnutrition I will be suffering from.
Thais Luna
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