AN: I don't know where I'm going with this yet. It will be a Harry x Draco pairing. Oh, and I do not own any of these characters or locations, they belong to the wonderful J K Rowling.

Prologue

Summer was in full swing in Privet Drive, and a young man stood on the porch of number 4 trying valiantly to summon up the courage to ring the doorbell. He had medium length jet black hair and piercing green eyes even hidden behind his glasses. He also had a faint lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

His name was Harry Potter, and he was no ordinary man, he was a wizard. Not only that, but he was the wizarding worlds saviour. He had twice survived the killing curse, and he had brought down the darkest wizard since the turn of the century.

He had thought he would never have to come back to this place. The place where for eleven years he had been treated like dirt by his muggle relatives, who hated anything that they didn't consider normal.

He was here out of some misplaced sense of duty, to tell his aunt, uncle and cousin that the war was over, and to thank them for looking after him all these years, though he knew they didn't deserve it.

This was just because this was just the type of man Harry was. He believed that everyone had some good in them, and that he at least owed it to them to let them know what was going on.

So it was with bated breath that Harry's finger pressed the doorbell.

It wasn't long before a wiry brown haired woman opened the door.

She looked shocked to see her nephew stood on her doorstep.

"Harry..." she said

"Hello Aunt Petunia" he replied. "May I come in?" He said as he pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in complete shock.

Harry quietly closed the door behind him.

"That's what I'd like to know" boomed a mans voice.

It was uncle Vernon, a heavyset man whose face seemed to always be in varying shades of red.

"I thought we'd seen the last of you last summer." he boomed.

"Yes well... I felt it was only fair that you should be told that the war has ended. Voldemort is gone. I killed him." Harry replied curtly.

Uncle Vernon face went a darker shade of red as he coldly said "Well now we know, so I think you better leave."

"Wait!" A voice from the top of the stairs said.

It was Dudley, Harry's large cousin. Surprisingly it seemed he had lost weight for once as opposed to having gained it.

Regardless of the lost weight, he still thundered down the stairs. When he got in front of Harry, he paused, then awkwardly gave Harry a hug, further shocking his aunt who still hadn't spoken a word, not to mention his uncle whose jaw had practically hit the floor.

"I'm glad you're ok." Dudley said as he released his cousin. "Does this mean the attacks on us will stop?" he asked.

"Well that's the other reason I've come here." he paused unsure how to continue.

"Wha.. what do you mean?" said his aunt, recovering from her shock.

"Well, although Voldemort is gone, he still had a lot of followers, and as my only living relatives, I felt it only fair to warn you that some of them are still at large, and that they may try getting to me through you." He said calmly.

"But we're safe right?" Dudley asked.

Harry looked grave for a moment before he replied "Well, I've placed wards around the area to alert me if anyone with a magical signature comes near the house..."

"Oh no! Don't you dare come round here getting us involved with any more of that unnaturalness!" Vernon boomed.

"Vernon... It's for our own safety." Said Petunia, shocking everyone in the room. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about it, however I know what these people are like. I'm glad you came... Harry."

Vernon had begun turning purple when Harry spoke up.

"Well now that I've told you, I should go." Harry turned to leave.

"Before I go though, I should at least say thank you for taking me in and raising me as a baby, you didn't treat me as well as you could.. but it wasn't so bad.. not always."

And with that he went back out the door leaving the Dursleys forever. Or so he thought.