Chapter One: Fallen

Heaven bent to take my hand

And lead me through the fire

Be the long awaited answer

To a long and painful fight

Harry lay in his room unconscious. His uncle had decided to make his life even more of a living hell than usual. Since he had gotten back to the Dursleys' house after Sirius' death it had all gotten worse. The nightmares had become so terrible that Harry barely slept because of fear that he'd have another nightmare. Everytime he slept he had a nightmare and would wake up screaming. His uncle would come in and beat the living hell out of him. Finally Harry'd had enough. When Harry finally woke up he was pissed off beyond belief. His magic was totally out of control. One moment he was standing in front of his mirror then the next he had a hold of his wand and his broom. Harry got onto his broom and flew off. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going but he needed out of that house.

Draco was asleep in his room when he heard a crash outside of his room. He jumped out of bed and went to the door. He heard screaming and then thundering footsteps headed towards his room. He slowly opened the door and looked out calmly and saw his father looking up at him from his stairs.

"Get down here."

Draco glared at his father but followed. As he rounded the corner and looked in the living room he saw none other than Harry Potter himself. Draco's jaw dropped and he stopped dead in his tracks. After a moment of silence he started to yell at his father. "What in the fucking hell is he doing here? And what the hell did YOU do?"

His father slowly shook his head. "Why does everyone always ASSUME that I did it?"

"Because you usually do?"

"Draco shut up. I'm trying to think."

Draco scoffed. "You! Thinking! Haha. That's funny! Stop before you hurt yourself. Wingardium Leviosa." With that Harry lifted up into the air and Draco levitated him to his room and laid him gently on his bed. A house elf appeared and started to clean up Harry. Draco walked out of the room and back down to his father. "Now. Does anyone want to tell me WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

His father looked up at him slowly. "Does it honestly look like I know? Honestly Draco you of all people should know that I don't want Dumbledore's Golden Boy in my house but when he crashes into my backyard there isn't really much I can do now is there. Especially giving the facts that he doesn't even know. Now be a good obedient son for once and shut the hell up!"

Draco glared. "Are you telling me that he STILL DOESN'T KNOW THE TRUTH?"

"Ye,s good one, you're finally catching on Draconus."

Draco hated it when his father used his full name. "Well guess what SOMEONE needs to tell him! I'm sick of having to.."

Lucius sat up fast. "Well hello Mr. Potter!" With a glance at Draco hoping it would shut him up he headed over to Harry.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. 'What in the HELL? Malfoy is being civil with me? What the hell? And more importantly what the hell am I doing HERE?' Harry voiced the last comment out loud. "What in the hell am I doing HERE?" He glanced around the room and saw Draco Malfoy glaring at him. "I'm not happy to be here Malfoy so stop looking at me like that." He directed his next comment at Malfoy Senior. "Answer my question. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE!"

"Well Mr. Potter it would seem that you crashed into my backyard. So Draco here levitated you upstairs to his room and one of our house elves fixed you up."

Harry raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Yea, right. Uh huh. You hate me, both of you do..."

"Well actually I don't. I believe that the reason my son hates you is because you wounded his pride a little, but no Mr. Potter, I do not by any means HATE you. Let's just say I'm doing a favor for a friend and that Dumbledore is a complete and utter fool."

All the sudden glass all over the house began to shatter. In a very low dangerous voice Harry said. "Never. Insult. Dumbledore. In. My. Presence. Malfoy. Got it." With the last comment the glass stopped shattering.

"Looks like Potter has a bit of a temper. Didn't your mother ever tell you to control it? OH WAIT! She couldn't have considering she's dead. My bad."

The nest few things happened faster than anyone could grab it. Harry launched towards Draco and pounced on him. Fists were swinging and an all out Muggle fight started between the two of them untill Lucius got tired of it and magically separated the two fighting boys and held them in mid air.

"Ok Mr. Potter I think it is time for you to leave. Drop by anytime." With that Lucius waved his wand and Harry found himself back in his room at the Dursley's with him broom and wand in hand and not one sore spot or mark on his body.