Sweet Surrender Rated: M Pairing: D/H Summary: Harry's lonely, very boring, summer at the Dursleys is interupted by the apearance of one Draco Malfoy. Though he still bears resentments over past events, and Dumbledor's death, Harry is caught of gaurd by what Draco has come to say. Post HPB, D/H Chapter one - Death Eater on the Doorstep
It was a quiet summer evening in little Whinging when our story starts. The weather was mild, though most of the residents of privet drive would disagree. They rather liked remaining in their cool air conditioned houses. There was, however one lonely resident who would have probably prefered to be outside, a thin bespectacled seventeen year old by the name of Harry Potter.
Harry's foul muggle relatives had practically baracaded his door and window, It was almost like seccond year all over again. Harry wasn't even sure why he was still there with Dumbledore dead he doubted anyone would bother forcing him to stay any longer.
Harry's thoughts grew darker as he thought about the late headmaster's death, anger and frustration were brought as a seething mass to the front of Harry's mind, only somewhat consealing the immense guilt he felt over the events of that night. As much as it hurt him to admit to it, he was as much responsible for Dumbledore's death as Snape was, more so even. Harry's friends had told him, repeatedly, that it wasn't his fault Dumbledore had died. What they didn't know, though, is that Dumbledore would have died anyways despite what Snape did. If it hadn't been for snape Harry grudgingly admitted to himself, Dumbledor would have probably died a much more painful, death. Why? because of the poison Dumbledor had forced Harry to give him.
The crack of aperation was the only sound that broke through the quiet din of normal houshold sounds on Privet Drive, but it, like the black cloaked figure that stumbled into existance down on the street, went completly un noticed. Indeed, not even brooding Mr. Potter noticed, though he was usually quite alert. Now, though, he stared unseeingly out his window at the setting sun, too caught up in his own misery to pay any notice to the figure that was slowly making its way up to the Dursley's front door.
Harry didn't hear the sounds of the doorbell, or of his Aunt Petunia opening the front door. He found himself snapped rather quickly, and painfully, out of his dark thoughts however, when his Aunt Petunia let out a terrible shriek.
As Harry rushed down the stairs, wand in hand, he was mentally preparing himself for all the terrible possibilities. The scene he found himself confronted with once he reached the bottom of the stairs was defidently not on the list.
Though Harry wasn't all that surprised to see Draco Malfoy, dressed in Death Eater robes, he was rather thrown by the idea that Malfoy was here, in a muggle residence, leaning against his aunt and uncles door frame. Harry's wand never wavered from where he had it pointed, directly at Malfoy's face. He took some comfort in the fact that his relatives were behaving exactly the way they were expected to, Petunia had fainted, Dudley was cowering, and vernon was now a nice shade of magenta.
Glaring at the blonde in front of him Harry managed to calm the anger that had flared upon seeing the nasty slytherin git enough so that he could spit out "What the hell are you doing here?"
It took Malfoy so long to answer that Harry was very tempted to just hex him then and there, but something held him back, some half forgotten memory in the back of his mind stirred just enough so that he held his tounge and wand. When Malfoy finally responded he didn't say anything at first, he just droped his wand.
The wand rolled over to Harry and he carefully bent to pick it up, eyes never leaving the blonde.
"NO! I WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE OF...OF YOUR KIND IN MY HOUSE!" Vernon roared having finally found his voice. Harry flinched before he could stop himself, having all but forgoten that the Dursley's were there.
Harry never took his eyes of Malfoy as he spoke to Vernon "I'm seventeen now, I can legally do magic now, and so can he." here Harry gestured to Draco with the hand that was now holding Malfoy's wand. "so I suggest you take Petunia and Dudley into the kitchen. I wouldn't come back out here for a while if I were you."
Though Harry couldn't see it, because he was still watching Malfoy, Vernon had gone quite pale. He quietly picked up Petunia and shoved Dudley towards the kitchen. Harry had to resist the urge to sigh whe he finally heard the kitchen door close behind them. It wasn't that he thought they weren't deserving of whatever injuries they might have suffered had they stayed, it was just that if it did come down to a fight he couldn't have them getting in the way.
Harry was startled a bit when Malfoy spoke, his voice quiet and hoarse. "Please..." and it seemed as though he was about to say something more, but he abruptly pitched over at that moment. Reacting more on instinct rather than rational thought, as was his habit, Harry reached out to catch Malfoy his wand clattering to the ground as Harry struggled under the sudden weight of the taller boy.
It wasn't until Harry regained his senses enough to look down that he realised that Malfoy had fainted, or that the slippery sticky substance now coating his hands and soaking into his clothes was blood.
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