Title: Happenstance

Authors Note: Hay, I'm Katherine Elizabeth, pen-name Tituba, and this is only my third fic on , so please bear with me. Ok so this fic is a School Of Rock/Harry Potter crossover!!! You might think it's weird, but ever since I saw SoR I've wanted to write this fic, I just wasn't sure if anyone would actually want to read it. That is why I am just posting the prologue, and if at least a few people like it, and review, then I will continue. I don't want to be writing it, if nobody thinks it's a good idea. I had posted this as a Buffy the Vampire slayer crossover also, but I took that part out.

Summery: Freddy Jones finds out that he is really Frederick Malfoy, the younger brother of Draco Malfoy, and when he is forced to go into hiding in England, because his real father is a psychotic killer, he is separated from his band, and his best friend of 15 years. Draco and his 'new' brother spend the summer in hiding, while Draco deals with his past behavior, and his hate of the Malfoy name. You'll have to read to find out more.

Timelines: School Of Rock: the summer before the band goes into their sophomore year of high school, that would make them 15 years old. Harry Potter: After OOTP, the summer before 6th year for Draco, Harry, and the gang, making them 16.

Pairings: I thought I would give you all a choice on the pairings, so here goes:

Freddy/Zach, Freddy/Katie or Freddy/Ginny?

Harry/Ginny, Harry/Draco, or Harry/Dawn?

Ron/Hermione, or Ron/Dawn?

Draco/Dawn, Draco/Ginny, or Draco/Harry?

Note: See the next chapter for the pairings, I didn't really stick to what you all asked, because I took out the Buffy stuff, and that mixed it up a bit.

Disclaimer: I don't own School Of Rock, Harry Potter, or Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and I have no money, so don't even try to sue me. Hehehehe, oh how happy I would be if I owned Kevin Alexander Clark, Tom Felton, and James Marsters. Wow if you threw in Orlando Bloom, Joel Madden, and River Phoenix (Sigh/tear), I would be in heaven. Oh and you can't forget Joey Gaydos Jr., and Johnny Depp, and Olivia Martinez, and Chad Michael Murray, and Clay Aiken, and Diego Luna, and John Mayer, and... um... yeah... I'm gonna shut up now.

Other Note: After reading your reviews I decided to take out the Buffy the Vampire Slayer stuff, because I didn't want to confuse people. But for those of you who wanted to keep BTVS in here, I will continue to add little things from Buffy. Like the thing with Dru in this chapter, and other small things like that. If you know nothing about Buffy, do not worry, it won't effect the fic at all. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Ok now that I've gotten all that outta the way here is the fic:

Prologue: School's Out for the Summer

On the last day of his sophomore year in high school Freddy Jones was surprisingly sad to see the year-end. Every summer, ever since he was 6 years old, his parents would jet off to some tropical island, and leave Freddy to stay at his best friend Zach's house. The first time they had taken their trip without him, he had been upset, but as the years went by he began to look foreword to his parents leaving, and his stay with the Moonyhams, however, that changed, the summer he and Zach turned 12.

It was the summer after their band, The School of Rock, had been formed, and everyone was excited, because it meant more time to hang out with Dewey, and practice. That's when Zach announced he would be leaving; nobody knew what to say, they all thought it would be the end of the band, until Zach told them it was just for the summer. He had been accepted to some school for the gifted in Salem, and he would be spending every summer there until they graduated high school.

Freddy hadn't known what to do with himself during the summers. He still stayed at the Moonyhams, but without Zach there it felt wrong, he dreaded the times when his best friend would leave, and he would be alone. Every year Zach left two weeks after school was over, during the time before he left Freddy and him were inseparable.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, Freddy practically ran from his class, as he hurried to meet Zach in front of the school. He stood on tiptoes as he searched for his friend through the crowd, when he finally saw him, he yelled out his name.

Zach turned around when he heard the familiar voice. "Hay Freddy," He called back over the crowd.

"What's up?" Zach asked after he had made his way over to Freddy.

"Not much," Freddy replied, as he and Zach walked out of the crowd of people. "How was your last day?"

"Ehh," Zach replied, "Kinda boring. What about you?"

"Kinda boring," Freddy mimicked his friend's answer. "So, you coming with me to my house to pick up my stuff?"

"Duh," Zach replied.

"Cool," Freddy grinned, before launching into a story about something funny that had happened in one of his classes the day before.

A few minutes later Freddy was just finishing up his story, when they turned up the walk to his house. Both boys were laughing hysterically, as they walked.

"Ok," Freddy said as he calmed down a bit, but was still laughing in between every word, as he opened his front door, and they both walked in. "So then Frankie suddenly screams 'pirates are pansies, you fool', and Billy stands up and...." Zach never found out what Billy did next, because Freddy trailed off and frowned as they walked onto his living room. Zach was confused for a moment, before he heard what had made Freddy stop.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT," Mrs. Jones yelled from the kitchen, "None of this would have ever happened, if you hadn't insisted on adopting him!" Zach's eyes opened wide, as he turned to look at Freddy, who was staring at the door to the kitchen, in shock

"Calm down, before the neighbors hear you!" Mr. Jones said harshly. "This is not a big deal, we will go on our trip as scheduled, and we won't even be here when they pick him up."

"Are you crazy!" Freddy's mom almost shouted again. "How can you say that this is not a big deal, these are Malfoys were dealing with, how do you know this women isn't tricking us, for all we know she could be sending You-Know-Who after us!"

"Why would she do that?" Mr. Jones asked amused.

"I don't know, but I still think we should go into hiding, we can't tell this women where to find Freddy, because then she'll find us, and she's probably working with Lucius." Mrs. Jones was becoming hysterical, and began babbling incoherently, until they heard the sound of a hand hitting a face.

"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, WOMEN!" Freddy's father roared.

"You slapped me!" Mrs. Jones accused.

"Damn right I did," Mr. Jones laughed. "Your acting like a cowardly child."

"It's not funny Charles, this is a serious situation" His wife exclaimed indignantly.

"I know, but I've got it all figured out, we will tell the women to send someone to pick him up while we are gone, and make sure they have no way of knowing where we are. After that we'll never have to deal with him, or his kind ever again. How does that sound?" Mr. Jones spoke as though he were talking to a child.

"Well," Mrs. Jones said reluctantly, "I guess it'll have to do."

"Good, now go upstairs and get packed, we'll leave before Freddy gets home." Mr. Jones announced.

"But dear, don't you think we should tell Freddy about this?" Mrs. Jones actually sounded concerned, and Freddy glanced at Zach, who was staring at him.

"I mean," Mrs. Jones continued, "What if he won't go with them, and then they come looking for us?"

"Alright, we won't leave, until after he gets home."

The two boys heard footsteps coming toward the door they were standing next to, suddenly Freddy grabbed Zach's hand and pulled him away from the kitchen, and out the front door of the house, before either of his parents could spot them. Once they were outside Freddy sat down on the front steps, staring down at the ground. Zach looked at his best friend in confusion, and worry.

"Freddy..." He started, but he was interrupted..

"You know," Freddy said. "When I was 11, I woke up early one day at the beginning of the summer, and I heard my parents talking."

"What are you talking about?" Zach questioned, "What's going on?" Freddy pretended he had not heard Zach, and went on talking.

"They were arguing about a letter they had gotten from some Malfoy women, I think she's my real mom," Freddy said blankly.

"What? I didn't know you were adopted?" Zach said.

"Neither did I, I wasn't really sure, until I heard my mom just now, I can't believe they didn't tell me." Freddy sighed.

"Wow, I don't know what to say," Zach was perplexed.

"It's ok, I don't really care. I wish they woulda told me though." Freddy said.

"I'm sorry, why didn't you ever tell me about it?" Zach asked.

"Ehh, it's not a big deal," Freddy shrugged it off. "I guess I should get inside, and find out what that was all about, I wonder if they heard from my birth mother again." Freddy said half to himself, as he stood up.

"Yeah," Zach agreed, also standing, "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"Nah, I get the feeling this might take a while," Freddy replied, "I'll meet you at your house after they leave."

"Alright," Zach nodded, "I'll see you then."

"Yeah, bye"

Zach smiled as Freddy opened the front door, and stepped inside. He slowly turned and began to make his way home, all the while he couldn't stop thinking of what he had heard Freddy's parents say. About the fact that Freddy was adopted, but it didn't seem like they had wanted to adopt him, about them knowing the Malfoys, and something about the possibility of Freddy leaving. But the thing that bugged Zach the most, was that the reason Freddy's parents where in a hurry to get out of town, was because they were scared of someone they weren't even supposed to know about. They were scared of Voldemort.

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Platform 9 ¾ was bustling with activity. Parents and family members of the Hogwarts students were waiting. Trunks, bags, and pets being unloaded from the train, and a large amount of students searching for their stuff in the crowd of people, even Harry Potter had someone waiting for him. A group of Dumbledore's followers were greeting him, before handing him over to his uncle. On the edge of the commotion, just past the barrier, Draco Malfoy stood alone.

Both of his 'friends' had been picked up already, and his mother had yet to arrive. Normally Lucius was the one to pick him up, but he was unable to this year, on account of his being a wanted criminal and all.

Draco sighed; a long time age he had looked up to his father, but not anymore. Not since his first year at Hogwarts, when he was finally allowed into the real world. That is when he realized how truly evil Lord Voldemort really was, and what it meant that his father was a supporter of the 'Dark Lord', as the Deatheaters called him.

Draco continued to search the crowd for his mother, or one of the servants from the Malfoy manor, he couldn't see anyone who looked like they could be waiting for him, but one person did catch his eye. There was an extremely large muggle boy, probably no younger then himself, but much less mature. Draco could tell just from the way he was walking, that he was a spoiled, and pampered boy, who was rather thick. Draco snorted as he realized he just described his two lackeys, who sometimes were referred to as his friends.

He watched the blonde pudgy boy scuttling through the station, following an almost equally large man with a thick neck. Draco averted his eyes as they walked past him, and surprisingly walked right up to Harry Potter. The young Malfoy was quite surprised that this could possibly be 'Saint Potters' family, they looked nothing like him, and they didn't seem to happy to be picking him up. Draco shrugged and tore his gaze away from the disgustingly large boy, and looked at said Potter, as he said goodbye to his friends.

'Stupid Potter,' Draco thought, 'All I ever wanted was to be his friend, but nooooo saint Potter's to good for the likes of me.' Draco knew he was being stupid, especially since his offer of friendship hadn't been exactly... err...friendly. Nevertheless he hated that Potter had turned down his offer, and he hated that he couldn't hate him for it.

All his life Draco had been taught to despise Harry, for causing the first fall of Voldemort, but he had never been able to. All those times when he had been cruel to Harry and his friends, it was because he knew it was expected of him, and he hated himself for not wanting to do it.

Just then he realized that he had been starring at the golden trio, because he found that one of them was starring right back at him with a confused expression on his face. Brilliant green eyes stared suspiciously into Draco's own gray eyes. For a split second neither of them moved, until Draco finally sneered at him, and looked away in classic, Draco Malfoy style.

Draco was careful not to look in their general direction, until he was sure they were all gone. Once he was free to look around again he realized that it was getting late, and there were no Hogwarts students left at the station. He must have been standing there for hours, as it was getting dark out, and his stomach was now rumbling in a decidedly un-Malfoyesque way. Finally, giving up, he sighed, and picked up the handle of his trunk, making his way out of the train station.

Once he was sure there was no one around, he stood at the edge of a fairly empty street, and shot a series of white sparks out of the end of his wand. Almost immediately there was a loud bang, and a pimply-faced guy named Stan was sticking his head out of a bus, asking him his name, and destination.

"Malfoy Manor," Draco grumbled shoving some coins into the young mans face, and pushing past him rudely onto the bus.

"Alright then," Stan said, sensing that Draco was not in the mood to talk, he lifted his trunks into the bus, and assigned him to a bed. No more then 45 minutes later, Draco was standing at the front gate to his home, watching the Night Bus zoom away.

Draco sighed, as he lifted up one end of his trunk and began dragging it up the gravel road to his home, which was placed at the top of a small hill, so it was rather hard to pull such a heavy trunk up such a steep driveway. Somehow he finally made it to the front door.

Once inside he looked around the huge mansion, Malfoy Manor, home not so sweet home,' he thought to himself. Leaving his trunk in the front hall he made his way into the library, wondering why nobody had greeted him at the door. Pushing open the library door he saw his mother sitting stiffly, staring at a large grandfather clock that sat between two large windows in the circular library.

"Mum?" He said quietly.

Draco observed her stiff form, as she sat there, he could tell she hadn't been sleeping, by the bags under her eyes, and she was looking much thinner then when he had seen her last, so he was sure she couldn't be eating properly.

"Mum," He said again, this time louder "Are you ok?"

"Hmmm," She said finally looking up at him, "Oh Draco, when did you get here?" she questioned. He noticed how fatigued she sounded, almost as if she was a little child who had just woken up.

"Just now mum," He said in a soft voice he reserved for only his mother, "What have you been doing in here?" He asked gently, not bothering to explain that she should have picked him up from the train station.

"Oh, I've been thinking," She replied, and then smiled, "Come here and give your mother a hug," she patted the couch next to her.

"About what?" He asked, as he sat down beside her, and she hugged him weakly.

"I've been thinking..." She said again, "... about something I need to tell you."

"Well, then tell me." Draco replied.

"Alright," Narcissa Malfoy took a deep breath, and looked into her sons eyes, "I want you to know, that when you were born your father was not as he is now, he was different back then, otherwise I never would have told him about you, if I had had any doubt that he would be a good father I would have sent you away to have a better life."

"I know that mum," Draco interrupted.

"Let me finish." She said quietly, he nodded for her to continue, "During the year after you were born your father changed a great deal, and I wished that I had never told him about you, I wished I could have protected you from him, but it was to late. Lucius was not going to give you up, and I knew if I tried to send you away he would have killed us both." She sighed sadly.

"So when I found out, I couldn't bear the thought of Lucius knowing, and ruining his life, so I sent him away, because I swore I wouldn't make the same mistake twice, I swore I would not let him have another innocent child to mold into a miniature version of himself, I just couldn't let it happen. I couldn't let him."

"Are you saying that I have a sibling out there somewhere?" Draco asked, he loved his mother very much, but she was beginning to sound like one of his fathers' old girlfriends (affairs) a crazy dark haired chick that didn't like the sun, and was always going on about the stars, and the moon, and all sorts of other rubbish. That Dru was real annoying, especially since his father didn't bother hiding the fact that he was sleeping around, from Draco's mother.

"Yes," Draco's mother nodded, "His name is Frederick, though he is called Freddy Jones now, he is a year younger then you, and is living in the United States of America."

"Why the U.S.?" Draco asked, curiously.

"Well the people taking care of him were betrayers of the Dark Lord, and I knew where they were, and I told them I wouldn't tell if they took in my son, so they did." Narcissa said off-handedly.

"Great, just bloody great," Draco muttered, "And I bet you want me to go find him now that daddy dearest is out of the picture?"

"No I want you to go find him, because your father has, as you know, escaped from Azkaban, and I fear that he will not be happy with you for refusing to serve the dark lord." Narcissa explained, "I want you to go into hiding, but I know that if you do he will use spells with his blood to track you, which will lead to him discovering Frederick."

"So what do you want me to do?" Draco asked.

"I want you to find him, and stay out of the country for a while, to throw off Lucius, and then I want you and your brother to stay in a place where Dumbledore assures me you will be safe." Narcissa said in an almost whisper, as she was afraid her son may take the news badly. "So will you do it?"

Draco studied his mothers' nervous face, and felt pity for her, and all Lucius had put her through. Looking into his mother's eyes he realized he could refuse her nothing. Finally after a pregnant pause, he sighed, and nodded his head.

"Alright," Draco said, "I'll do it."

TBC...

Authors Note: Ok that's it, I hope you liked it, please review and tell me what you think!!!

Katherine Elizabeth

#This page was updated Saturday June 26, and again Tuesday July 6#