A.N. So! Something new from me! :D So far I have only written Naruto Yaoi, but got hooked up on HarryDraco and... this is the result. It will not be very long (12-16 chapters the way I see it so far). Well... hope you like it :)
Chapter 1 – The past through the Dragon's Eyes
Everyone knew Harry Potter's story – his dark and sad childhood, his years in school and all the challenges he had been through, to his heroic victory over the Dark Lord.
What no one really knew about was his school's enemy own sad life…
Contrary to what people believed, Draco Malfoy rarely received what he craved for and rarely his most simple needs were satisfied. None of those not granted wishes was as dramatic as the Hero's, but still – Draco too did not have a real happy childhood.
True, he did not live in a cupboard under the staircase, but in a huge bedroom, so cold while richly decorated in a style Draco didn't even like. He felt almost lost in that big room with its high ceilings and French windows. He felt lonely.
As a small child he wasn't allowed to build a bond with his mother in order to not become "a sissy excuse of a son" like his father put it. After his nightmares began and a very confused and concerned psychiatric advised them to "at least read a fairytale to this poor boy" a house servant was given the order to read to Draco every night for five minutes as the boy was already in bed.
Draco would never forget the night his mother sneaked in his room and read to him for what seemed like hours before he fell asleep.
In the next few days his mother wore her hair free, hiding the left side of her face.
Five years old Draco would look longing at happy families, with two or three children running after a dog or chasing after a cat while they were walking down the Diagon Alley. His father would call those "unworthy half-bloods, having more children than they should and could take care of". Draco desperately wanted a sibling, but was told that an "aristocratic family should only raise a heir and not breed unnecessary children". Draco contemplated what would it feel like had he been born after the first Malfoy child had been a girl (thus having an older sister and still being the rightful heir in the Malfoy patriarchal family), but then realized that his sister would have been considered "unnecessary" and that put an end to his dreams.
He wasn't allowed a pet until he became 11 and sent to Hogwards and an owl had become necessary.
On the day he was supposed to go to school an excited Draco had received a mission: befriend with the boy with the messy black hair and the scar.
"Do not disappoint me, Draco", his father said.
"Yes, sir", he responded, as always, and put his usual cold façade.
But he had failed. Harry Potter chose his friends alone. And, Draco secretly admitted, he chose wisely.
No one really knew but on that first day in Hogwards the Hat had contemplated to send Draco in Ravenclaw. "A sharp mind I see. You should do fine in both Ravenclaw and Slytherin. What should it be?", it had asked.
Imagining his father's outraged face if he was sent anywhere else but Voldemort's ex house, he begged the Hat to put him in Slytherin. It had all happened so fast that everyone thought it was an immediate decision.
Draco remembered all his small failings that first year: the first lesson of flying on a broom when he was told his stance was incorrect; meanwhile Harry Potter became the first First year Seeker in 100 years. Later, Potter was also the only one allowed a broom in his First year, thanks to Draco like he had pointed out.
He didn't even want to remember his second year. He was not, of course, afraid for his own life – what with it being painfully obvious that whatever had attacked the students didn't attack the Slytherin house – but still Draco couldn't help but have those moments, little moments in his brainwashed by his father mind, when he allowed the thought of it all being wrong nagging his mind. That was when he wasn't busy screaming "mudbloods" at the faces of Harry Potter's friends…
On his third year Draco Malfoy saw a Patronus for the first time in his life, while acting like a Dementor in order to distract Harry Potter from winning an important Quidich match. A bit later what looked like Harry Potter's head (only) threw mud on Draco and his friends, humiliating him once again… Later Harry Potter (the whole) catched the Snitch almost from Draco's own hand, wining the Hogwards Quidich Cup…
His fourth year… how could he ever forget the Dark Mark in the night sky after the final of the World cup of Quidich? The knowledge… the knowledge that his father was amongst those masked people burning tents and torturing the Muggles? Sure, Draco was well taught by his father how lowly the Muggles were… but… they were people…
Later in the year, distracted by watching Harry Potter literally fighting for his life the Trimagic Tournament, Draco almost forgot that terror, brought by the Death Eaters… until Harry Potter emerged from the labyrinth with Cedric Diggory's dead body and declared that Dark Lord was back.. alive…
That… is how Draco's new life in fear and pain began.
His father's failure in the end of Draco's fifth year, when Harry Potter had broken into the Ministry and fought with the Death Eaters and even the Dark Lord himself caused Draco's real nightmare of a life to begin in his sixth year…
His punishment for his father's mistakes… trying to mend the case, linked with the cabin in "Borgin and Burkes"… being saw crying in that toilet by Harry Potter himself… fighting with him… almost dying… he remembered the pain, the feeling of life leaking out of him along with his blood… he still had the scars…
Later, trying, and not being able to kill Dumbledore, seeing Snape killing him…
Draco still had nightmares about all that.
And then it was his seventh year… Of anything he had been through he solemnly wished he could at least forget that year…
Having to live under the same roof as the Dark Lord himself… having to witness as he killed a Hogwards Proffesor over their dining table… having to witness and withstand himself countless Crucio-s… Having…
Having to face once again Harry Potter, in his own home… Only he didn't look like Potter at all…but to make no mistakes, Draco recognized him alright…
And then Draco lied. "I don't know…"
And then, later, there were the flames. Flames… and fear and fighting for each breath… That was the last thing Draco remembered from his own last encounter with Harry James Potter…
Why was it that somehow, even when his own life was in danger, all he seemed to remember was Harry Potter?.!
Everyone knew what happened in the end: The Boy Who Lived (once again) defeated (once and for all) the Dark Lord. Draco had never felt such a relief in his whole life…
What no one seemed to know was what happened to Harry Potter's school rival.
And, what mattered the most right now was… that that rival didn't seem to remember either.
Because in one beautiful spring day Draco Malfoy shut down.
A.N. I know that seemed like going hastily through the books, but it was needed for the story to develop. Review and you'll get the second chapter, which I promise holds many surprises and is much more original, plot-having (XD) and interesting :)