Chapter 1: With Wine As My Saviour

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Yaoi~! DracoxHarry , my favourite pairing of all in this fandom ! I hope you enjoy it , it ' s my first story in a long time . Chapter 2 coming soon ; D

It's snowing. It has been doing so for a few days now. The white, puffy powder continously falling from the sky, dancing like little pixies. Not a usual sight in the City of London. Roofs of houses rarely coated with this amount of snow, and roads paralysed. People slipping on the ice... It all adds to the mood of upcoming Christmas time.

Funnily, I'm not looking forward to Christmas. It's meant to be a family time, full of love and happiness. Caroling, giving presents, just spending time with the people you love. Well, I have no one like that.

Since the Final Battle I have been here all by myself, hiding in the depths of my old, family home, haunted by the unpeacful spirits of my ancestors trying to drive me insane. And I allow it because they're my only company in this endless darkness.

I feel like I'm falling. Everyday I get more and more frustrated. This is something I just can't surpass with no spell, no hex, no potion.

The day they were taken away I cried. For the first time in my entire life I genuinly cried. The dementors barged into the Manor, taking away what little happiness was left in these miserable walls. My father was on the first strike. Without a further ado they flied into his office and laid the kiss on him. I heard my mother's piercing screams when they approached her. And I hid. How foolish of me! It wasn't on my own accord – my parents' ancient magic held me in this tiny little hole, few feet underground, their patronuxes – a dragon and a vila – setting a baby blue circle of mistifing power around my hiding place.

And as soon as they came, they were gone.

It's snowing. I love snow! Although it's cold, it seems to bring some kind of peace into the scenery. And it's loads of fun, too!

It's only a few weeks until Christmas. I'm glad I have the opportunity to spend it with all my friends. I do mourn though that my parents cannot be here. But I found a solution to this – I have made a plan.

Right now me, Ron, Hermione and Ginny are on our way to the Diagon Alley to do some Christmas shopping. It doesn't matter how many times I visit that very place, I find it magical. Especially now, when it's all covered in this wonderful white coating.

I am joyful that I am able to spend the time with so many people, yet I do feel like there is something missing...

Hastily, I opened and closed all the drawers and cabinets in the room.

'Great, there's no more dragon's hearts left' I thought, cursing under my breath. The pain was there again and I had to get rid of it. There was a way to do so, but only temporary. It was a potion, called Numbifius, which was illegal and could get me a lifetime in Azkaban, however at this very moment I could care less.

Quick glance through the window. The old glass is holding tightly against the monstrosity of the snow that is pushing against it, bewilderly trying to get in.

My chest tightened and I clutched my left arm, gritting my teeth. I needed release, instantly.

I accioed my wand, and stepped out of the chamber, grabbing my coat on the way out. From a shelf next to the front door I grabbed an enormous woolen scarf and tied it around myself, covering my face, so that only the eyes were visible.

With more force than necessary I pushed the door opened and stepped out into the outside world, squitting my eyes at the pure whiteness attacking my eyes which were used only to seeing darkness in the recent months.

Trying to control the shivering of my aching body I concentrated on my destination, and then turned around to apparate. It made me feel nauseous, but this was the fastest way.

Finally we have stepped into the alley. It is just the beginning of December, but all you could see were Christmas decorations, goblins and elves walking around caroling and selling magical angel statues which apparently you could imprint with a special message and then send it to your friends or family. I bought a ton of those – they were only 3 sickles each – when I spotted the perfect gift for Ron.

"Hey, you guys, I'll catch up with you later, okay?" I said, and quickly ran off to the Quality Quidditch Supplies.

I felt my feet hit the ground, but not for long. Suddenly I felt myself tumbling backwards and hitting my head painfully against the pavement.

"I'm ever so sorry! You have just apparated from nowhere! Here, let me help you up..." A man has said, and pulled me up. I blinked quickly, to adjust my eyesight and looked at the face in front of me.

Raven hair, emerald green eyes, a lightly tanned complexion and a red scar, shaped like a thunderbolt finishing off the look.

Harry Potter.