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Chapter 1: The letter
It was dark and lonely at number Four Privet Drive, in the smallest room of number Four Privet Drive; laid the boy who lived, the one and only Harry James potter, the infamous boy with the lightening bolt scar on his forehead.
Harry lay sprawled out on his bed looking straight ahead, looking at a particular spot on the wall, he concentrated on that spot and that spot alone. He lay in silence; the only sound that could be heard was the light rustling of Hedwig's beautiful white graceful wings, as she fluttered around in her cage.
She did not take too kindly to being stuck in her cage all the time, but the Dursley's complained none stop about Harry communicating with those freaky friends of his, as they where so repeatedly referred to as.
So Harry spent the biggest part of four weeks in his room with only his thoughts to keep him sane. He only left his room whenever he went to take a wash or to eat. The Dursley's had no complaint with this situation, the less they saw of Harry the easier it was to go on believing he didn't exist.
Suddenly Harry was brought out of his trance like stupor with a start, when there was a tapping noise on his window. This was caused by a fluffy brown barn owl. Harry shot off the bed and onto his feet. He noticed there was a letter attached to the owls left leg. The envelope was green, and he quickly noticed it had the Hogwarts crest stamped on it.
He opened the window to allow the owl in; the owl flopped onto the bed, then the owl held out its leg so Harry could take the letter. Before he could open the letter he heard a faint hooting noise, before turning to see Hedwig looking at the other owl with such longing. Harry suddenly felt a stab of guilt when he saw how she was looking at the other owl that had all the freedom it desired.
Harry stopped and took a good look at both owls, before he mumbled under his breath "Oh screw the bloody Dursley's." Harry then motioned for the owl to leave after he slipped it some owl treats. The owl hooted happily and was out of the window, soaring into the night sky once again.
Harry quickly turned to the bed side table, switched on the lamp and opened one of the draws. He shuffled around in there for a few moments, before bringing out a safety pin. He then closed the draw. He twisted the pin until it was straight; he then walked over to Hedwig's cage.
He started to pick the lock, and had the lock open in a matter of moments. Quickly he opened the cage, and then held out his arm and Hedwig fluttered onto it. He gently stroked her feathers affectionately, he then told her to go to Ron. She did as she was told, but before she left, she gently nipped him on his ear, causing him to chuckle. She then flapped her wings and took off out of the window, soaring into the cool, star filled and lit night sky. He watched her fly around the night sky; he waited until she was out of sight.
He thought what bloody wankers the Dursley's really were. Did they really think a stupid lock would stop him? It took him four weeks to free Hedwig, only because he hadn't found the pin until that very morning. 'I bet they didn't know that I knew such a useful none magical trick like that' Harry thought to himself, with smug relish.
He grinned in such an evil way at the thought of what the Dursley's would do when they realised he'd let Hedwig out of her cage. The grin was so evil looking, that it would have even made Malfoy green with envy. No wonder the sorting hat had wanted to place him in Slytherin. It was only times like this when he managed to get one over the Dursley's that the time he was forced to spend at number Four Privet Drive, was enough for him to at least tolerate the entire situation.
Suddenly Harry remembered he had a letter from Hogwarts. He knew who would be writing to him so soon in the holidays, seeing as school wasn't due to start until September the 1st. He opened the letter, his eyes suddenly widening at the content he discovered in the letter he currently held.
Dear Harry
I'm writing to you to inform you that you must leave number Four Privet Drive as soon as Remus and Tonks can get to you, as it as been brought to my attention, that Voldemort has discovered where you are living. I've arranged for you to go and stay at the Weasley's earlier. There is also other information that I must discuss with you, but cannot do so right now, in case this letter is intercepted. On a happier note, I wish you a belated happy seventeenth birthday Harry.
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry
As soon as Harry had finished reading the letter it went up in blue flames, dissolving into ashes. Harry quickly shut the window as quickly as he could without waking the Dursley's, not because he gave a fuck about the Dursley's, it was just he could do with avoiding the Dursley's while Remus and Tonks came to get him out of there alive.
Harry went over to his wardrobe and grabbed his father's cloak and a spare plain black cloak, that he'd managed to rescue from his trunk at the end of the school year, without the Dursley's catching him. He quickly grabbed a pair of Dudley's old jeans and his favourite red t-shirt, followed by his socks and sneakers. Finally he put on his plain black cloak, followed by his father's invisibility cloak over the top.
Just as he was about to go and get his trunk, which was in the shed, he knew that because he'd followed his uncle and watched him do it. He only went undetected by his uncle, all because he was wearing his fathers cloak at the time.
Suddenly his bed room door started to open; he froze still on the spot. He hoped who ever it was couldn't see through invisibility cloaks. Harry was suddenly on high alert. He suddenly breathed a sigh of pure relief, after he saw Remus Lupin and Tonks standing in the door way. Harry finally relaxed when both Remus and Tonks pulled him into a hug.
Remus said, "Harry we have to hurry, go with Tonks and get your trunk." Just as Harry and Tonks were about to leave Remus added "Is there anything I can get you?" Harry replied, "Yes, just grab Hedwig's cage and all of my muggle clothes, it won't take you long I haven't got a lot." Remus quickly called back to them "Don't worry about making a noise; I've put a silencing charm on the inside and outside of the house."
Harry and Tonks quickly made there way to the back garden to the shed. Tonks used a quick spell on the sheds lock. Harry quickly opened the door and found his trunk in the far corner. Just as Harry was getting out his Fire bolt, Remus came down the garden path carrying Harry's clothes and Hedwig's cage.
Harry stuffed his clothes into his trunk, Tonks then put a charm on his trunk, so it would seem lighter then it really was, before she secured the modified trunk to his broom. Tonks also made sure Hedwig's cage was safely secured to her own broom.
They all mounted their brooms as Remus cast a visibility charm on them, before they all kicked off the ground and went soaring into the night sky. They were unaware that mere moments after they had took off, Lucius Malfoy and a group of death eaters had gone to the Dursley's, obviously looking for Harry, and of course when they hadn't found him, they killed all three Dursley's, before immediately destroying number Four Privet Drive afterwards.
An hour later Harry, Remus and Tonks arrived at the Burrow, before they could dismount their brooms, and make their presence known; Mrs. Weasley came running out of the house. She then took Harry into a strong bone crushing hug. Harry could hardly breathe, but he of course didn't care, it wasn't very often he was the one who was on the receiving end of any form of affection.
As soon as Mrs. Weasley had released him from the hug, he realised the youngest and only female Weasley including Hermione were still up waiting for him. Harry found himself in a bone crunching embrace once again. Hermione and Ginny hugged Harry firmly.
Harry quickly turned to stare in the opposite direction, and noticed Dumbledore was sitting in the far corner. "Harry it is wonderful to see you. I'm relieved my letter got to you in time" the older wizard told him. Before Harry had a chance to reply he was interrupted by an owl tapping on the kitchen window.
Mr. Weasley quickly opened the window letting the owl in he untied the letter from the owls right leg the owl then spread it's wings and took of again after Mr. Weasley had gave it an owl treat.
Mr. Weasley opened the letter he quickly read the letter then looked up again. Mrs. Weasley asked "Arthur who is it from?" Ron added "Dad is everything alright you don't look so good?" Mr. Weasley had turned as white as nearly headless Nick. He replied "It's from the minister of magic."
He turned and added "I'm fine, but sadly Harry your relatives the Dursley's are not, I'm terribly sorry." He handed the letter over to Harry. Harry read through the letter, before he looked up and said. "I now finally have no living relatives, as Vernon, Petunia and Dudley, are dead."
Harry handed the letter to Hermione who read the letter out aloud after she had been given permission by Harry to do so, whilst all the while thinking 'I can't believe it. Harry, he is finally free of the Dursley's abuse'
Dear Mr. H.J. Potter
I'm writing to you to inform you that your relatives the Dursley's were murdered, and their home was completely destroyed. Next door neighbours confirmed to aurors that a tall pale man with long shoulder length white blond hair, dressed completely in black, wearing a mask, was spotted outside number Four Privet Drive tonight at twelve thirty am. I'm afraid the description given from witnesses, fits the profile of Lucius Malfoy. Please accept my deepest sympathy and regret for you loss, Mr. Potter.
Cornelius Oswald Fudge the minister of magic.
Hermione looked up when she had finished reading. She said "Is it really worth me bothering to give you my deepest sympathy's Harry?" Ron added "Yeah, no offence mate, but neither me nor Hermione can help thinking sympathy isn't something you intended to associate with the Dursley's, was it?"
Harry replied "No, you're absolutely right." He added "Sympathy was never a feeling I choose to use when I would have described the Dursley's. You will all have to try and forgive me, and try to understand if I appear to not be affected by the news of my now deceased relatives, because in fact I'm not affected in the slightest."
He concluded coldly "They didn't exactly give me a reason to be left feeling anything but a lingering disrespected for them, and their memory. I hated the Dursley's for every thing they ever did to me; I hope they rot in hell."
Harry quickly changed the subject, as it was of no real wanted interest to him. "Professor didn't you explain in your letter of warning to me, that there was other information you were unable to put in the letter you sent me, just in case it was intercepted?"
Dumbledore replied "Yes Harry there is information, information I was unable to enclose in the letter and share with you until now." He paused briefly before adding. "Harry what I'm about to tell you will more then likely not please you at all, but the person I've chosen for you work with on a close and regular basis is the only person who's powers and strength's are a fine match with your own, if not a close match."
Harry breathed a laugh and commented jokingly. "I'm sure I can deal with them just fine." He added "it's not like Malfoy could have possibly refused to receive the dark mark, or decided to join our side or anything like that, so I suppose I've got nothing to worry about, do I?"
A sudden chill ran down Harry's spine, as he turned to look at everyone and noticed especially Ron and Hermione looked particularly gilt ridden, and were both refusing to meet Harry's gaze. In fact they were making a point of avoiding direct eye contact entirely.
Harry asked with a nervous edge littering his tone of voice. "Would someone please tell me that I'm not wrong, and that Malfoy is not the person I'm being made to work with, never mind actually breathe the same air as?"
Ron turned to Dumbledore who just nodded. Ron took a deep breath, before making his way towards the bottom of the stairs and shouted up. "Draco, you can come down now, but word of advice, keep a great distance between yourself and Harry." He added "I highly recommend it, this is so not gonna go well at all."
Ron turned back around and gave Harry a sympathetic smile and said "Sorry mate." Harry was truly mortified, considering he had feelings towards Malfoy that were not exactly related to complete hatred. He'd felt this way since the beginning of his Fifth year, but didn't understand the existent of what those feelings actually meant.
Harry stood still; as if he was frozen solid to the spot where he stood, he was sure he was going to be sick. Harry listened as soft foot steps could be heard slowly coming down the stairs. He looked up just in time to see a six foot tall figure, the same high as himself, coming into fall view.
For there in the middle of the room stood Draco Malfoy. Harry swallowed hard he was just as gorgeous as ever if not more so. He had allowed his hair to grow slightly longer since the last time Harry had seen him, and it was also void of gel it had been left to curl behind his ears, and parted to the left where it slightly flopped across his eye.
He truly was every beautiful indeed. Harry could hardly breathe. Harry was also surprised to see Draco was no longer wearing expensive fined fitted wizarding robes of the finest material, but was now replaced with simple muggle clothes.
He wore a pair of black jeans, a simple plain white t-shirt and a green and white checked shirt, that he had left unbuttoned. His expensive dragon hind polished boots had been replaced with a simple pair of sneakers.
Draco looked straight a head and smiled and commented "Hello Harry. I take it I'm the last person you wanted to see?" After a few moments Harry replied "Your not half bloody wrong there Malfoy." Draco smiled sadly and said "I suspected I wasn't."
Harry quickly snapped out of the trance like stupor that was compelling him towards Draco, and spat out "What the hell are you doing here?" Draco laughed, only there was no humour, he replied "Where would you like me to start Harry?" Harry replied "How about how you ended up here and of course why you're calling me by my first name, instead of Potter?"
Draco sighed and replied "I was sent here by professor Dumbledore at the end of my sixth year." Draco continued "I was sent here because I refused my father when he insisted I was to receive the dark mark. I told him that that murdering inhuman bastard would not be burning any ugly vile looking mark onto my skin."
He added, hatred colouring his voice "And seeing as I refused to continue hurting and terrorizing you and your friends and family, my father branded me a traitor and a disgrace to the family name Malfoy. He disinherited me and told me once the school year was over, if I hadn't changed my mind by then, then I wasn't to ever set foot in the grounds of the Malfoy manor ever again."
He concluded "I later on discovered that my father had murdered my mother when he found out she was spying for the order of the Phoenix. I grantee you this Harry if and when I see Lucius Malfoy again, I will make sure he pays dearly for what he has done."
Harry shrugged "Well I guess he screwed his son and wife over, and did his enemy a favour, I suppose in some sick and twisted kind of way." Draco wasn't amused in the least, and the way Harry was acting and talking made him feel uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked. Harry passed him the letter, their fingers touched ever so slightly, but it was enough to send a fiery spark of pleasure straight through the both of them.
Draco read the letter twice, before turning to Harry and said "I can grantee that it was Lucius that was responsible; it has got him written all over it. It is the kind of thing Lucius would be sure to get a kick out of, it's completely sick if you want my opinion."
Ron asked "So you're absolutely sure your old man is responsible?" Draco replied "I'm positive, that after seventeen years I can grantee you, I know how my seriously fucked up father ticks."
Harry asked bemused "How in earth did you manage to stay sane for seventeen years with a father like yours? He's as fucked up as the Dursley's were when it came down to mental cruelty." Draco raised a single elegant brow, and said in a deep pan tone of voice "And who's to say I did?"
Harry turned to Dumbledore and asked "Is there anything else you think I would benefit from knowing?" Dumbledore replied, "Nothing I assure you that you will find unpleasant, but Mr. Weasley might." Ron asked "Why?" Sounding slightly alarmed at the fact he was about to be made to also suffer a dose of injustice. "Well, what may I ask do you think of Blaise Zabini?" was Dumbledore's reply.
Ron tried to hide his wide smile of joy, as no one knew he was in love with Blaise, and had been seeing him since his fourth year. "He's ok I suppose he's got to be better company then Parkinson and Lester surely." Ron replied.
Draco snorted and commented blandly "Trust me when I say no one and I mean no one is as bad as Parkinson and Lester, well except for Crabbe and Goyle that is of course." Ron shook his head with bewilderment and said. "I never thought I would see the day Draco Malfoy insulted members of his house."
Draco replied "Well, there you go you finally have, besides it was bad enough I had to even try tolerating Lester, Crabbe and Goyle, but I refuse point blank to even consider tolerating Lester, Crabbe and Goyle the death eaters I just don't work that way."
Draco turned to Ron and said "I've just had an idea. Do either you Hermione or Harry have any Vertiaserum left from when we were made to brew it in potions at the end of last term, as I used the last of my on Crabbe, Goyle and Lester, when I was trying to find some well needed information?"
Harry spoke up "Yeah I do, why what do you want it for anyway?" Draco replied "Well, seeing as you don't trust me as far as you could throw me, which is probably not all that far. So I was thinking you could put me under Vertiaserum and you and the others can get the information you want, that's if that will put your mind at rest."
Harry replied "Fine. When do you want it for?" Draco asked "Tomorrow morning after breakfast, that's if everyone approves?" Everyone agreed. Dumbledore then informed then that he would be back tomorrow with orders for Harry, Draco and Ron, and with that said and done Dumbledore bid them all a good night, he then apparated.
Draco turned to Mrs. Weasley and smiled and asked "Mrs. Weasley do you have any spare blankets, as I'm gonna need them tonight seeing as I'm sleeping down here." Ron asked "Why are you sleeping down here, when there is perfectly enough room in either Harry's or my room?"
Draco replied "Well, seeing as Harry has now arrived I suppose he is going to want his room back ,and he will most likely want it all to himself." Harry took a deep breathe and told him "Actually I can't even believe I'm even suggesting this, but you can remain in my room and share it with me, but on the floor with a pillow and sleeping bag."
Draco said "Thanks. But I've got one more query; will I wake up in the morning alive no less and in one piece?" Harry grinned and replied "Oh really Malfoy, if I didn't know any better, I would think your trying to hurt my feelings. Oh and by the way" he added "If I was even tempted to kill you, I can assure you I sure as hell would have done it over three years ago."
Draco asked sarcastically "Is that supposed to make me feel safer, because if it is, I grantee you it isn't working at all?" Everyone started laughing when Harry replied "Well if that's how you feel I suppose it will take more then me to assure you, pity really I could have had some real fun there."
Everyone made there way up stairs after Remus and Tonks had said their goodbyes to every one. They all headed to their bedrooms, while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley followed Harry and Draco into Harry's room before they headed for their own.
Mr. Weasley had magically built Harry a room of his own at the burrow, seeing as he spent the remaining weeks of the summer there since he'd known Ron. With a flick of his wand Mr. Weasley made a black sleeping back appear and a fluffy white pillow, then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said good night to everyone, before they proceeded to their own room.
Ron stopped outside of the bedroom door and said "Night Harry." Harry replied "Night Ron." Ron turned to Draco and added, "Night Draco." Draco replied. "Yeah Ron see you in the morning."
Harry nearly fell of the bed, causing both Ron and Draco to start laughing. Draco asked "What's the matter with you?" Harry replied "Since when have you two been on first name terms, and been able not to pick a fight with each other?"
Ron told him "Since we've had to spend a month under the same roof as each other, and seeing as my mother won't tolerate, what did she call it again Draco?" Ron asked. Draco replied "She said it was an activity that a bunch of four year olds would take part in" both he and Ron sniggered.
Harry mumbled, "I can't sleep not when there so much more I need to know that can't wait until tomorrow." Draco and Ron agreed they couldn't sleep either they weren't the only one's either, they were soon joined by Hermione, Ginny and the twins.
Draco turned to Harry and said "You wouldn't happen to own a snowy white owl would you, because there is one over there sitting on top of the wardrobe, and he or she almost gave me a heart attack when they swooped in here?"
Harry grinned secretly pleased Hedwig had caught Draco off guard. Harry replied "Hedwig is a female." He added "I'm going to go and get changed in the bathroom." Ron turned to Draco and told him "You can get changed in my room."
When Harry returned he noticed everyone had brought a pillow and a blanket into his room and were sitting on the floor. Draco was by the window, he was wearing the same white t-shirt from before and a pair of silk mint green pyjama bottoms and had a black eagle owl perched on his shoulder. Harry couldn't help himself he had to get one last dig in for old time's sake, at least.
"So Malfoy who does the owl belong to, and how come you still managed to dress in style seeing as your father has disinherited you?" Draco was quick to defend himself. He replied "Creeden is my owl, who has just gotten back from hunting."
Harry laughed "Creeden? You named your owl Creeden?" Harry shook his head with amusement. "What?" Draco asked "At least I didn't name mine Hedwig." Harry knew he couldn't argue with that, seeing as they had both picked unusual names for their owls.
Draco added "And as for me dressing with style, well it helped that I still had a large amount of clothes with me at Hogwarts. And as for my father disinheriting me you would more then likely think I was poor. But trust me when I say it is not the case."
He added slyly "Just between me and all of you even as we speak I am above twice as rich as my murdering shit head of an excuse for a father." Harry asked "Exactly how rich are we talking about here?" Draco smiled and replied, "More then enough so I wouldn't ever have to work after I leave Hogwarts. But if I and only if I get through this war against Voldemort, and my father, then I would like to become an auror."
Ginny asked puzzled "So how did you end up being richer then your father?" Draco replied "Well, I was my Grandmothers favourite; she was my mother's mother. She hated Lucius with a passion, and insisted the only good thing to ever come out of their marriage was me."
He added "Anyway Lucius had no ideas my grandmother was a hell of a lot richer then he was, and this is mainly because they avoided each other like the plague. My grandmother left me her whole fortune when she died last year."
He concluded around an amused smirk "She was so rich when she died because she married four times, and each time she married wizards that were rolling in Galleons quite literately. Each time one of them would divorce her she would get a large chunk of there fortune, but if they died, which of course left her a widow, she would gain there whole fortunes."
Ginny asked "All of it?" Draco nodded and replied "Yeah. She'd marry wizards who had no previous marriages or children, which meant, that when they'd die, my grandmother would inherit their entire fortunes. She always chose a certain type. She was very quick and clever, and incredibly cunning and conniving. No wonder she had been a Slytherin when she had been at Hogwarts."
Creeden suddenly moved from Draco's shoulder, and went and perched on top of Draco's trunk, where he noticed Hedwig, who was perched on top of Harry's trunk. Suddenly everyone stopped what they were doing and sat still, wondering how Hedwig and Creeden would react to each other. They just hoped it wasn't even a fraction of the way there owners were, or they would have two mangled owls and a room and mouth full of bloody mangled feathers.
But to every bodies surprise, especially Harry and Draco's, Creeden fluttered onto Harry's trunk beside Hedwig, who everyone expected to flutter back on top of the wardrobe. But she didn't, and everyone gasped with shock when Hedwig moved closer and Creeden snuggled his feathers closer to Hedwig's, who seemed to be enjoying the extra close attention.
The twins snorted Fred said "Something tells me that Harry's and Draco's owls are nothing like there owners when it comes to being civilized towards each other, I think they've got that down perfectly."
George added "They seem to of taken a liking towards each other, I wonder if their owners will ever be able to get a long like that?" Everyone expected Harry and Draco to tell the twins especially George, that they were insane, but instead they just shrugged and grinned at their owls, thinking to them selves 'Fucking feathery traitors'
Hermione sneered "Since when has everyone been willing to be civilized towards Malfoy, why the hell should he be allowed to laugh a long with us?" Draco gave her a dirty look, as if to say 'don't push me you will be fucking sorry'
Ron said "Hermione would you please get off of his case?" Ginny added "Yeah he is not all that bad once you get to know him properly for whom he really is, without being in his father's shadow."
Hermione snapped "How could you say that after what he has done to me and your family?" Ron replied "Look, Hermione I know this is difficult for both you and Harry to understand, but he has really changed, he isn't no where near as stuck up once you get to know him."
He added around a snort "And I have had to spend a month with him constantly none stop. He kinder grows on you. And Hermione, think about it, this is being said by me of all people, who once would have thought seeing Draco trapped in a pit of poisonous snakes as worthy entertainment."
Draco replied laughing slightly. "Wow Ron, do tell me how you really feel, you I suppose couldn't have picked anything more lethal and less painless and a quicker form of death if you tried could you?" He added with shudder "Now if you'd put me in a pit of even normal none poisonous spiders, then you would of really hit your goal the entertainment scale would have been off of the charts. I fucking despise spiders."
Ron mock pouted "Well, that would have been no good, because I wouldn't of enjoyed it as much, as I also despise spiders, there is nothing much worse in my eyes as far as I'm concerned." All of the others, besides Hermione snorted at this, all knowing of Ron's raging phobia of spiders.
Hermione sighed in defeat and spat "Fine. I shall try and tolerate him, but don't expect me to be his friend." Draco laughed and told her "That was all I was ever asking you to do, I was even sceptical about whether you could even tolerate me."
He added "By the way yesterday when you arrived and I said I was sorry for every thing, well, I actually meant it. And word of advice quite giving me fucking daggers, really I wouldn't continue sneering, it really doesn't suite you at all."
He smiled at her knowing she couldn't resist that smile, not many people could, and he was right she was trying to hide her own smile behind her hand, but was failing terribly.
They continued to talk for a long time, in the end everyone was too exhausted or couldn't be bothered to return to their own rooms. Draco somehow managed to end up in the bed with Harry, which Harry didn't mind nor comment on. No body said anything as they all had their suspicions that Harry and Draco like each other a hell of a lot more then they was ever willing to admit to out loud.
Hermione and Ginny were snuggled together but everyone was too exhausted to even notice. George and Fred were a sleep in the opposite corner to Hermione and Ginny, and Ron was a sleep on the floor at the bottom of the bed.