Disclaimer: I do not own and do not think I ever will own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling and all those wonderful people at the W.B. do. I do hope that someday I will own some of the actors from the movie, (raises eyebrows) but I currently do not own that… sniff.
Okay, want to let all you nice people know that this is a SLASH. If u do not like SLASH fictions don't read this because it is a SLASH. If you kind people don't like my story then simply don't read it. I certainly don't care if you kind people don't like and if you send me flames, I will respond and I certainly won't be a very kind person. You have been warned.
On a different note, I hope you all really like my story. As of now it is a very nice story, but the little voices inside my head are a BIG perverts. It will not get very graphic, but it will be very… umm… different… :D. I would really like some reviews, but if I don't get any, I get the point and I will never write again. So far my story has no plot and all I want is a Harry/Draco slash. There maybe more pairings, there maybe more than just two people, but as of now I'm working up to the Harry/Draco point. Little voices in my head:
C.J.: Yo, dawg I just gon let you kno that shit gon be goin down fo real dawg. They gon be grindin in shit… oh my-b, I wasn't s'post to tell…
Charlee: Sup ya'll, now look I ain't s'post to be telling u this, but in the future shit goin down wit these boys… its so nice to be a girl cuz I get to enjoy all the freaky stuff… don't let cuz I'm a girl fool ya…
Well enough with that all ready I'm not even there yet and they're taking over… anyway I want to thank my beta, Merci Lis Cuts (her story All Purity Lost. Its good!) and I think I'll need one more if my story does well. If anyone else would like to help me out just send me an email at you like the story!
Someone To Be Close To
The Woes of Being Home:
"Well it's official, there's no way in bloody hell I'm ever going to be happy!" Harry Potter thought out loud, "So long as I don't get close to anyone I'll be fine."
"Why do I have to be the one that loses everyone close to them?" he thought, "Well, at least I still have Ron and Hermione." he sighed and continued on, "If only they would stop worrying about me so much." he said to Hedwig who was intensely listening, "Sure I've had a lot of losses, but hasn't everyone?" he said looking at Hedwig. She looked at him and ruffled her feathers as to say he was being stupid.
"Ok, don't give me that, Hedwig, maybe I went a little overboard." she hoots and turns away from Harry.
"Ok, ok maybe I went way overboard," said Harry. Hedwig hoots happily and turns back to Harry.
"Anything to keep you happy." Hedwig continued to hoot happily as Harry begins to stroke her.
"POTTER, IF YOU DON'T KEEP THAT INSUFFERABLE THING DOWN I SWEAR YOU WILL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! NOW, GET YOUR SKINNY ARSE DOWN HERE AND MAKE US LUNCH WHILE PETUNIA IS OUT IN THE GARDEN!" bellowed Harry's Uncle Vernon. Harry got up and went down stairs.
Harry Potter is a young boy with raven dark hair that is very untamable, piercing emerald green eyes, and a slightly tanned body. He is very muscular, but look as if he's not getting enough hot meals. He's very well toned, being that he is a seeker for his respective house at school, but not enough to way down his broom during Quidditch. Other than this he has very quick reflexes as any seeker does.
"The only thing insufferable here is that, fat arse, ugly pig you call son, you bloody…" Harry mumbled while heading downstairs.
"What's that boy?" said his uncle.
"Just thinking about what to make," Harry lied easily, "what would you like?"
"That's more like it boy. Well, since Petunia is insisting on Dudley continuing his diet then… I guess a salad wouldn't hurt… with a ham sandwich on the side?" said Uncle Vernon.
"Ok," sighed Harry, "I'll be done in a minute."
While Harry was finishing up the food, Dudley walked in and began to agitate Harry.
"Oh, look… we have a freak butler to…"
"Shut up, Dudley," Harry said cutting him off, "if I was butler you wouldn't have to worry about if your food was poisoned or not!" said Harry frightening Dudley.
"Y-You w-wouldn't dare!" started Dudley, "Besides, y-you can't use magic away from school."
"Who said anything about magic," he said coolly, "long as I don't use my wand I can do what ever I want, Diddykins."
At this statement, Dudley turned and got out of the room as quickly as possible without breaking into a run. Harry laughed at this.
"A wobbling walrus and a pig put together perhaps." Harry chuckled to himself.
After lunch Harry, Harry enjoyed how tormented Dudley looked while eating his lunch. Almost as if he thought he'd kick the bucket in a second. Harry chuckled on the way back to his room and took a look at his calendar. While noticing that his 16th birthday was only three weeks away, a little, brown owl flew through his window.
"Hey, Pig, would you mind coming down here, so you can deliver that letter that you happen to be so happy about. It's one of the things that completes your mission." after hearing this, Pig happily landed on the desk, next to Hedwig's cage and put his leg out that the letter was attached to. After reading the letter Harry went down stairs.
"Uncle Vernon."
"What is it boy?"
"Just wanted to let you know the my friends will becoming to pick me up on Saturday, if that's alright with you?"
"Boy, any chances to get rid of you are alright with me." with that said Harry went back up stairs. 'If I could leave this place forever and be done living with two pigs and a horse I would be alright with it.' Harry thought.
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Miles away from number four, Private Drive, in a large wizard mansion, there was a boy, same age as Harry, but different in many ways. For example this boy has barely even seen a kitchen let alone cooked in one. This boy in question is Draco Malfoy.
Draco was born into a rich wizarding family, unlike Harry who is forced to live with his muggle aunt and uncle because they are his only living relatives. Draco is taller than Harry and much more healthier. He has blond, almost white hair, beautiful gray eyes, and pale skin. He, like Harry, is a very good seeker and very well toned, of course, not enough to way down his broom. Draco is a pure blood wizard that was taught to believe that pure bloods and wizards are above everything and everyone.
He was never shown any type of real affection from his father, Lucius Malfoy. Sometimes his father would even beat him and his mother. The reason for this, Draco believes, is that his father is a heartless Death Eater and that he thinks he can beat the impurities out of them. To say Draco disliked his father on some level would be an understatement.
"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL IS THERE TO DO IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?" shouts Draco, "Cilly!" he yelled.
After 5 minutes a house elf appeared, "Yes, Master Draco?"
"Where is my broom?"
"In the closet, Master Draco."
"Well… what are you going to do… stand here and look at me like I'm some fucking caged animal or u going to go get it?"
"Cilly sorry, Master Draco, Cilly be right back." with a 'pop' Cilly was gone.
"Stupid, fucking house elves. They aren't good for anything…" murmured Draco. With a 'pop' Cilly was back.
"Here's your broom, Master Draco"
"Well, give it here. You made me wait long enough for it." he snatched the broom from out of his hands.
"Sorry, Master Draco, Cilly will go and punish himself for making you wait."
"You do that." Cilly began to walk away, "Wait, Cilly, do you know where my mother is?"
"She is in her chamber, Master Draco, crying."
With this said Draco turned and began to head outside.
- Flashback -
"Hello Mother, how is Father?" asked Draco as he got off the train.
His mother looked sadly and whispered, "We'll talk about that when we get home," making sure no one was listening.
"Ok, Mother," was his reply.
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"Ok, now Draco since we're home I guess you would like to know where your father is…" she paused, "… well, to be completely honest… I-I…"
"What is it, Mother?" said Draco.
His mother began to cry, "D-Draco I-I have no idea where Lucius is."
Draco not exactly seeing why she would be crying about this because it very seldom, wait, never seemed as if he loved him or his mother and he always thought she would be happy if his father left, he was. Seeing the pain and sadness on his mother's face he made sure not to look happy.
"When did he leave?"
"A-A f-few days ago. H-He left this n-note. I k-kept it to s-show to you." she handed him the note still sobbing.
Dear Narcissa,
Before you begin to wonder why I have left without warning I want you to know that I will soon be a wanted man. The Ministry has put out a warrant for my arrest and I can no longer stay with you and Draco. I want to let you know that I will be well hidden with the Dark Lord, where I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that a war will be coming and as soon as it begins I will be waiting for Draco to come and join me. I will be back as soon as it is over. Be sure to make sure Draco's grades are up, so he can be of great use to the Dark Lord.
- Lucius Malfoy -
After reading the letter Draco wondered more why she was crying. Not once did he say he would miss them. Not once did he say he loved them. 'Good riddance' Draco thought.
- End Flashback -
While walking towards to back door the bell sounded from the front door around the mansion. Draco decided that he didn't want to be the one going to the door, so he tried his best get outside before a house elf found him.
"Master Draco, there are people at the door." Draco cursed himself for not moving faster, 'No wonder I can't bet that Potter at Quidditch' he thought.
"Ok, I'm going to the door…" he moaned. When he got there he wished even more the he had moved faster.
"Hello Draco, would you be kind enough to tell us where your father is?" it was Fudge standing at the door with, or they seemed to be, four Aurors.
"I don't know where he is, sir," he said trying to be polite, "he left my mother a couple of days before school was out."
"Draco, who is it that's at the door?" his mother came to the door with red puffy eyes and looked as if she hadn't slept in days.
"Draco, its not polite to leave guest… Oh… h-hello Minister," she said realizing who was at the door, "how may I help you on this fine day?"
"Mrs. Malfoy, I received word, from your son here, that your husband has left you, has he not?"
"Yes, he has." replied Narcissa.
'Of course he has,' Draco thought angrily, 'can't you see how horrible my mother looks? He really is a stupid, fucking git like my father said'
"Well, do you know where he is, if you don't mind me asking?"
"N-No, I don't." Narcissa said on the bridge of crying.
"Well, than I bid good day to you and your son and we'll be taking our leave. Thank you for your time."
"Good day." Narcissa slammed the door shut and ran to her chamber.
'I wish she would stop crying,' Draco thought, 'all he did was yell and beat us.' Draco sighed and went outside.
(A/N: ) This is a small rewrite of the chapter. Nothing new really.