HEY! My first story on Fanfiction that I actually like! (others I'm reeeally embarrassed by...) ^-^ I already have the first chapter written, but it might be a bit before I can post it, due to school. I really hope that this story doesn't suck...
I OWN NOTHING!
~~HPDM~~DMHP~~~
The old man sat behind his desk, deep in thought. Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (First Class) was at a loss; he needed to come up with a way to bring the four houses closer together. The problem was, any magical child that had lived in England in the past twenty years were predigest when it came to the four houses. The strife between Gryffindor and Slytherin was legendary. How was he going to do this...
Suddenly he had an idea. Sometimes he was such a genius.
~~HPDM ~~ DMHP~~
The little raven haired boy curled in on himself, desperate to protect what little he could. His Uncle loomed over him, kicking, and swearing. Yelling.
"You little freak! I let you in my house, I feed you! What do you do? You go and be a freak!"
Harry Potter was the Boy who lived. He was also the Boy who was a freak. Even by the standards of the magical world he was a freak.
That summer he had found that he was gay. He, Harry Potter, liked men. If the magical world knew that their savior was a fairy, the might give up hope. They had shunned him before for less after all.
So for now, the little scarred boy just curled up tighter, heavy with the knowledge thay he deserved every hit.
~~DMHP~~HPDM~~
The tall blond boy hide behind the shelves. He was hiding from his Father. Lucius Malfoy was not a kind ma, and was in a very bad mood today. The head of the Malfoy clan had never hit his only son. He never had to. After all, his mere words were cutting enough that they felt like they should slice the skin.
Draco Malfoy had angered his Father greatly. He as expressed that he wished, to not join the Death Eater ranks, but to work as an artist. His Father was not pleased to say the least.
The Malfroy heir shuddered to think of what his Father would think of if he knew... No, Draco could not, would not, think of that. So the proud Slytherin hid in the stacks of books, cowering at whispers.
~~HPDM~~DMHP~~
Hundreds of miles away, a young girl awoke. She looked to the clock, and saw it was noon. She rolled over, brushing her lite brown hair away from her face. As she got up to find some food, she had no idea, that her life was about to change forever.
End Prolog
Note~~~
Hey! This is my first story on here, and my first slash story, so be gentle. But FLAME MEEE! I need some criticism as a writer. So flame away. Oh, and if you feel like beta-ing, feel free to offer! Please?
~Mika