Hopefully everything anyone can possibly want to know before beginning reading alphabetically.

Authoress: Flariariia

Categories: Not categorizing my baby, ewh. Angst may happen, Drama may happen, humour may happen, but hey life happens.

Disclaimer: However much I keep on ranting that J.K. Rowling wrote it all wrong and masculine and so on, the truth is undeniable; She is a mastermind to reorganise masses of fantasy into the form of Harry Potter and write a story of teenager Christ. I am a terrible thief for robbing all the characters from being canonfodder and places and history and so on from her (and it seems, Warner Bros. too, though why I would want to credit the movies anything I do not know). I am a sickminded bastard because I did it, and will however continue to be. However all this twisting and manipulating of the future I claim right to be announced mine, and in the end I do believe Harry and Draco will submit to be mine and not her canonfodder putty dolls. …. The meaning of this confused ranting is that anything recognisable from the original fiction is J.K. Rowling's. I hope that is understood.

Length: 12 chapters planned so far, but they do not hold anything at all, oh no, I'll keep going on till the end of this universe by this rate. So if you're needing an quick-and-easy, move along.

Pairings: Harry/Draco is the only warning I'm giving you. We will see shall we not? But you better expect any canon pairing lifting it's head up. Oh, and if you did not notice yet that means HOMOSEXUAL, GAY, SLASH, or whatever you want to call it relationships (I never said it was only one) so don't come and whine at my door about disgusting stuff. Or come all you want, I like to laugh my head off at people time to time.

Rating: Oh dearie me. As high as I'm allowed, for the hell of it, I suppose, which seems to be M. But don't except me to be quick about it.

Spoilers: All of the six books published to date.

Summary: A runaway Malfoy by the name of dragon, The Boy Who Lived, a brewing war and wait a minute, is that Oriental Magic. Add it up and you know the answer. If you are however bad with the maths, it might be just easier to read it and stop asking me to squeeze a massive plotline into a few sentences.

Title: Harry Potter and the View on Balance (N.B. A working title; author holds all right to change it when the real, suitable one is found. )

WANTED: Very much alive, no brain-dead, thankyouverymuch, betas with spare time, mind and soul to give away to a very desperate author. Reward is substantial. (which is of course substantial)

Now you can go on to read the prologue.

Prologue

Where the Trinity meet the Dragon

The Leaky Cauldron was almost deserted at noon, when Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in, tired of the night's search. They had got clues of two Horcruxes, but the leads were very faint, and tracking was very tricky, demanding extreme caution to keep it secret from the Dark side.

'Three butterbeers, Tom,' Hermione called to the barkeeper.

'Coming right up, miss!' Tom answered swiftly. The three youths sat down at a corner table, sighing as one. The search was definitely getting at them. Tom came along bringing their butterbeers. 'Here you are. Can I get anything else for you?'

'A Daily Prophet please, Tom, and that will be all,' Hermione told him. Harry and Ron sipped their butterbeers while Hermione paid the bartender.

'Anything interesting?' Harry asked as Hermione skimmed the paper.

'No, only the normal sad stories of killings, paranoid sightings and interviews from useless Government officials.'

Harry sighed. 'I wish we could get a stronger lead with these Ho-'

Hermione shushed him quickly. 'There's someone coming towards us.'

'Looks rather sinister,' Ron muttered, glancing at the figure. The new arrival had a long dark cloak with a hood on disguising everything under it and the cloak sagged as the person limped towards their table.

'Potter,' a strangely familiar voice came from the shadows of the hood. But still, something was missing from it. Harry gripped his wand, sure that his two friends were quite as startled and ready to blast a few hexes at the cloaked stranger.

'Easy with the wands now,' a shadow of a very familiar sneer voiced. 'Aren't you able to talk nowadays without a fight?'

'Malfoy,' Ron hissed scathingly. 'What are you doing here?'

'Hiding. May I sit?' Malfoy sat on a chair without waiting for permission, wincing a little. The three friends changed surprised and suspicious looks, but decided not to attack. Malfoy seemed to be in rather bad shape.

Harry watched the slumped boy cautiously. What on earth was Malfoy up to now? Last time Harry had seen him was on the grounds of Hogwarts running from the murder scene of Dumbledore.

'Come on, Malfoy, speak up. What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?' Hermione spoke at last. 'Shouldn't you be stalking around somewhere with your Death Eater friends?' This made Malfoy wince.

'I left them.'

'You left You-Know-Who? You're so much more stupid than I thought,' Ron stared, then adding, a little awed, 'though I never believed you would want to, and then get the courage to do it.'

'Drop it, Weasley. I don't need your amazingly intelligent comments.'

'Then what do you need?' Harry finally opened his mouth.

'I thought…I thought that maybe you could hide me. I know we… aren't the best of friends, and if I had any choice, I would not be here at the moment.'

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him. Draco Malfoy asking for shelter, from them? Ron scoffed.

'Do you really think we would help you after everything you've done, Malfoy? Planning the attack to Hogwarts, calling Hermione things, torturing Harr-'

'Ron, don't,' Harry said quietly. Ron turned and stared at him.

'Harry! What the bloody hell are you-'

'Harry's got a point, Ron,' Hermione said quietly, causing Ron to tip over his mug as he twisted to glare at her. 'If Malfoy really is in trouble, we'll have to help him.' Malfoy clearly relaxed and Ron's jaw dropped. 'But that's only if this is not some kind of plot. Can we trust you, Malfoy; do you have any proof?'

'I don't know. And I must say, if the Dark Lord had put me on this mission, he would have given me something really convincing.' He slipped a pale hand from under his cloak and swept unseen hair from his eyes. Hermione gasped.

'Malfoy, what's with your hand?' Malfoy quickly drew his thin hand under the cloak. 'Malfoy, take your cloak off.'

'No.'

Hermione muttered a quick spell and the cloak flew off the crouching boy. The three could only stare at him. Long blonde hair, once so sleek and pruned now hung limply in dirty tangles. His eyes stared starved deep from his skull and his skin was rather loose over his elegant facial bones. He hadn't evidently been eating very much lately. Hermione turned to Harry.

'I think we should contact Lupin.'

I sat quietly in the room I had been given. I had no idea where I was. They didn't trust me at all, taking my wand away and checking me for anything dangerous. I had slept for what they told me was a few days; the running had really exhausted me. The room had a high ceiling and it was rather gloomy, though it must have been much more gloomier before, as the covers of the chairs and the hangings of four-poster evidently had been changed into flowered ones, rather tastelessly I might add. But I was still too tired and famished to complain.

I sighed and tried to run my fingers through my shoulder-length hair like I was used to, forgetting that my hair was so filthy and disgustingly tangled it would soon walk away by itself. I cursed and rose looking for a comb or a brush. I located a silver one that even I appreciated from a dusty old cabinet, and I started untangling my hair. I hoped I would soon have the chance to shower.

The door creaked, making me jump and turn. I was always quite off my guard when pruning myself, a forever subject to scold myself on. Potter moved in with Granger on his tail. They had made a wise choice and left the idiot Weasley out of this. Potter moved to an armchair and sat down with a concentrated frown. Granger decided to stay close to the door and moved a chair with an elegant, silent flick of her wand. She had always been disgustingly clever for a Mudblood.

"Malfoy, what on earth are you doing here?" I stared into the curtains stubbornly. "Come on, you know you have to tell us sometime." Potter paused. "Would it be easier to talk to someone else than us? Lupin is downstairs, I could call him." I scoffed into the air. Potter was really a little too annoying with all that caring. I can't understand why he bothered; I almost killed Dumbledore, should have killed him on that last night at Hogwarts.

"Harry, the soft talk clearly doesn't work with Malfoy." Granger was having the same thoughts as I was. "Spit it out, Malfoy, or I'll whip up some Veritaserum or something even nastier to make you spill it. It's always easier to do it willingly."

"Have I not already told you that I left the Death Eaters? I don't think you need to know anything else." Well, of course they would love to hear the story. But I really wasn't ready to own my uncertainties and doubts to them. I was here because I couldn't run alone anymore. They would get bored with me in time and let me go again. I just needed this rest.

"We need to know," Potter said in a quiet voice. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I left one day from my father's manor, and never came back. I hid around Britain, mainly in the woodlands and other places, travelled by broom until they caught up with me and I had to do a complicated Apparition escapade. I walked into the Leaky Cauldron, spotted the three of you, and here I am."

"Not enough. Where are all the answers to the 'why parts'?"

"They are my business and my business only. You can believe anything you like, a sudden attack of right-mindedness, falling out with the others, idiot second thoughts. Just take your nose out of it and get me a chance to shower thank you very much and good night."

Potter rose and silenced a snappy comment Granger was about to deliver. "Tell us when you want to enlighten us on your motives, will you? There," he waved his wand at a wall and a door appeared, "you'll find anything you need. We'll see sooner or later again." And with that Potter walked out, Granger throwing me a dark glance before closing the door. I smirked at Potter's development. He was getting much cooler than I ever would have imagined.

I shed my clothes and retired to the bathroom to clean myself up.

The first real chapter to be released in a few days.