I'm sure many readers will find this familar. Of course, it is only a
slightly re-edited version of my story that had been posted. Alas, this
version is simply replacing the old. I swear, expect a new chapter within
the month of June, it not sooner.
Thanks to Caz Malfoy, Babybu, Assassin, and wicchick for placing a review. Oh, and wicchick, I amy just take you up on that one offer to beta my next chapter. All that would be involved I'd assume is to making sure everything slows evenly, and check over my grammar. Thanks much.
Any errors made are mine.
Thanks for reading
Chances for Happiness by Iris Wood
Chapter 1 History
Where once had stood the greatest school of magic in all of England, mere scarred rubble remained. It had been thought to be the safest place to be in all of England. Protection charms, anti-apparition spells, and the very essence of the castle could not protect itself. For a thousand years the castle had housed and taught many young witches and wizards, preparing them for life.
The destruction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry did not come from the outside, but from the inside. It was no Death Eater attack; it was not the Dark Lord himself, well, perhaps that's a little exaggeration. Nineteen ninety-eight witnessed the death of Lord Voldemort, have no fear in his name now, he no longer listens for it; he is dead, however, what lives now is more evil then Tom Riddle could ever imagine to be. No fighter for the light could have foreseen this, not even Dumbledore himself.
The Gryffindor Golden boy, the boy who lived, known as Harry Potter lived hardly a normal life. Constantly fighting against the Dark Lord had matured the child into a man very quickly. He is a man that I had loved.
We had fought for five years; I never truly hated him, for it was expected of me. Harry had refused my hand of friendship on the train so many years ago. It had all changed when he accepted me into his bed. At first, it was about dominance, control over each other. It drove us to each other constantly. We were just two guys shagging, not Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy: Golden Boy and Jr. Death Eater. Labels, they had caused us to hide our love.
One person forced us out of our private lives and into the focus: Ron Weasley. The bastard was jealous, I could see it in his eyes, every time that I touched Harry, every time I spoke to Harry. Bastard. Why did we not see it? He is the reason that everything is the way it is. In sixth year, Weasley went dark, for jealousy had driven him into the darkness. My beloved had not noticed the ever so slight change in his best friend.
So, in the latter half of seventh year, Weasley started poisoning Harry Potter. The Resistance could not figure out exactly how the Weasley accomplished this feat. What resistance you may wonder, but I am skipping ahead of myself slightly. We only know that Weasley poisoned him from Weasley's own admission.
As I've said, Lord Voldemort was killed in 1998. My beloved and I were five months out of Hogwarts, and both active members of the Order, living together in a flat in Muggle London. In the final battle of Osiris, Harry Potter fought Lord Voldemort for the final time, one on one. Harry had become so powerful, able to do magic with the wave of his hand, without words, having a distinct advantage over the Dark Lord. A lot of members of the Order died on that day, fallen for a cause worth dying for. Lord Voldemort died at 4:17 am Monday, November 3, 1998. His body was dead, his essence crippled, but hardly gone, for that poison that Weasley had been giving him prepared him to be the next vessel for the essence of Tom Riddle.
Masterfully crafted, the whole thing was masterfully crafted. I knew that Serveus Snape was a spy for the light in the second coming in the war with Voldemort. So did Weasley, know I mean, Harry had either told him or he was there when they found out about the professor. It doesn't matter now, Serveus Snape was killed in the destruction of Hogwarts. We are unsure how Snape did not recognize Weasley during the Death Eater meetings. He must have personally discussed and planned it directly with Voldemort. How no one noticed his disappearing, is beyond me. Harry could hardly be accused of ignoring his friends, most certainly not me while he was training, training to be the most powerful in control wizard in history. Voldemort must have known that Harry Potter could defeat him, something to do with a prophecy; I have never heard the full details of it. So old Voldie wanted to come out on top, and on top he did.
Harry Potter officially became the bad guy when he personally destroyed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in early September 1999, one week before students reported to school. Such power, he'd wiped out the school and part of the Forbidden Forest from the inside. All the teachers were killed, including the great Albus Dumbledore.
I, Draco Malfoy, hadn't noticed anything was different. There were no changes in his aura and no real changes in attitude. It frightens me to know that I had made love so many times to he who became the monster. He that had whispered I Love You in my ear in those months had been the worst sort of evil. Yes, we had our arguments where he would leave me for weeks; what he did, I am not sure. But, when he'd return, we'd have the greatest makeup sex ever.
That day in early September, 1999, Harry Potter came back to me, to shag me. And shag me he did, for nearly five hours straight. That monster he had become had great passion, great power. I sound like I liked it, but when in truth, it was the greatest sex we ever had. When we finally had fallen asleep, I was awakened by Harry, he was asleep, I mean, Potter was asleep, but my Harry was awake. Harry warned me of what he'd become, and told me to run. He kissed me good bye and told me he loved me, told me that he would fight the evil inside him, that someday we would be together again.
That day never came.
I apperated immediately to Gringotts, withdrew my life's money, and turned half into Muggle money, running into the night. I hid in the wizarding community in Europe for a couple months, watching, listening. Four months later, the monster--Potter--raped my mind when I was awake. It was scary. I disappeared into the Muggle world after that, altering my magical signature so Potter could not find me. I watched and listened to the news.
In 2001, I had returned to London. Only a couple thousand muggles remained, survived the slaughter. Pureblood families were in control of the half bloods. Yes, half bloods, Potter didn't kill them. Harry's essence, I guess, allowed them to be saved. Muggleborns he could not save. I have walked the streets muggles scattered across the streets, those muggles were broken.
Potter had spread across Europe and was warring with the wizarding community across the ocean. That buys me time. I had found a resistance against Potter consisting of a few half bloods and the younger generation of purebloods, led by Blaise Zambini and Hermione Granger: once again, I guess Harry had spared her life.
Now its 2003, Potter has taken over half the world, less than a million muggles survive. Right now, Potter is fighting in South America, I know that, I have become attuned to his magical signature. The resistance has found a way to prevent all this from happening.
I stand alone in the rubble of the great Hogwarts, the concentrated magic like a comforting blanket around me. I need to extra boost to my own power to complete the spell.
I, Draco Malfoy, am going back in time to my seventh year to prevent the poisoning of Harry Potter. It's dark, the moon is bright above me; full usually a bad sign, but tonight I need its guidance,
My lips move as I completed the spell of the oldest of magics. I have no need for a wand either. Looking up at the moon above, my eyes close and I loose consciousness.
Owari :)
Iris Wood Revisited on 1 June, 2004 11:17 pm
Thanks to Caz Malfoy, Babybu, Assassin, and wicchick for placing a review. Oh, and wicchick, I amy just take you up on that one offer to beta my next chapter. All that would be involved I'd assume is to making sure everything slows evenly, and check over my grammar. Thanks much.
Any errors made are mine.
Thanks for reading
Chances for Happiness by Iris Wood
Chapter 1 History
Where once had stood the greatest school of magic in all of England, mere scarred rubble remained. It had been thought to be the safest place to be in all of England. Protection charms, anti-apparition spells, and the very essence of the castle could not protect itself. For a thousand years the castle had housed and taught many young witches and wizards, preparing them for life.
The destruction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry did not come from the outside, but from the inside. It was no Death Eater attack; it was not the Dark Lord himself, well, perhaps that's a little exaggeration. Nineteen ninety-eight witnessed the death of Lord Voldemort, have no fear in his name now, he no longer listens for it; he is dead, however, what lives now is more evil then Tom Riddle could ever imagine to be. No fighter for the light could have foreseen this, not even Dumbledore himself.
The Gryffindor Golden boy, the boy who lived, known as Harry Potter lived hardly a normal life. Constantly fighting against the Dark Lord had matured the child into a man very quickly. He is a man that I had loved.
We had fought for five years; I never truly hated him, for it was expected of me. Harry had refused my hand of friendship on the train so many years ago. It had all changed when he accepted me into his bed. At first, it was about dominance, control over each other. It drove us to each other constantly. We were just two guys shagging, not Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy: Golden Boy and Jr. Death Eater. Labels, they had caused us to hide our love.
One person forced us out of our private lives and into the focus: Ron Weasley. The bastard was jealous, I could see it in his eyes, every time that I touched Harry, every time I spoke to Harry. Bastard. Why did we not see it? He is the reason that everything is the way it is. In sixth year, Weasley went dark, for jealousy had driven him into the darkness. My beloved had not noticed the ever so slight change in his best friend.
So, in the latter half of seventh year, Weasley started poisoning Harry Potter. The Resistance could not figure out exactly how the Weasley accomplished this feat. What resistance you may wonder, but I am skipping ahead of myself slightly. We only know that Weasley poisoned him from Weasley's own admission.
As I've said, Lord Voldemort was killed in 1998. My beloved and I were five months out of Hogwarts, and both active members of the Order, living together in a flat in Muggle London. In the final battle of Osiris, Harry Potter fought Lord Voldemort for the final time, one on one. Harry had become so powerful, able to do magic with the wave of his hand, without words, having a distinct advantage over the Dark Lord. A lot of members of the Order died on that day, fallen for a cause worth dying for. Lord Voldemort died at 4:17 am Monday, November 3, 1998. His body was dead, his essence crippled, but hardly gone, for that poison that Weasley had been giving him prepared him to be the next vessel for the essence of Tom Riddle.
Masterfully crafted, the whole thing was masterfully crafted. I knew that Serveus Snape was a spy for the light in the second coming in the war with Voldemort. So did Weasley, know I mean, Harry had either told him or he was there when they found out about the professor. It doesn't matter now, Serveus Snape was killed in the destruction of Hogwarts. We are unsure how Snape did not recognize Weasley during the Death Eater meetings. He must have personally discussed and planned it directly with Voldemort. How no one noticed his disappearing, is beyond me. Harry could hardly be accused of ignoring his friends, most certainly not me while he was training, training to be the most powerful in control wizard in history. Voldemort must have known that Harry Potter could defeat him, something to do with a prophecy; I have never heard the full details of it. So old Voldie wanted to come out on top, and on top he did.
Harry Potter officially became the bad guy when he personally destroyed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in early September 1999, one week before students reported to school. Such power, he'd wiped out the school and part of the Forbidden Forest from the inside. All the teachers were killed, including the great Albus Dumbledore.
I, Draco Malfoy, hadn't noticed anything was different. There were no changes in his aura and no real changes in attitude. It frightens me to know that I had made love so many times to he who became the monster. He that had whispered I Love You in my ear in those months had been the worst sort of evil. Yes, we had our arguments where he would leave me for weeks; what he did, I am not sure. But, when he'd return, we'd have the greatest makeup sex ever.
That day in early September, 1999, Harry Potter came back to me, to shag me. And shag me he did, for nearly five hours straight. That monster he had become had great passion, great power. I sound like I liked it, but when in truth, it was the greatest sex we ever had. When we finally had fallen asleep, I was awakened by Harry, he was asleep, I mean, Potter was asleep, but my Harry was awake. Harry warned me of what he'd become, and told me to run. He kissed me good bye and told me he loved me, told me that he would fight the evil inside him, that someday we would be together again.
That day never came.
I apperated immediately to Gringotts, withdrew my life's money, and turned half into Muggle money, running into the night. I hid in the wizarding community in Europe for a couple months, watching, listening. Four months later, the monster--Potter--raped my mind when I was awake. It was scary. I disappeared into the Muggle world after that, altering my magical signature so Potter could not find me. I watched and listened to the news.
In 2001, I had returned to London. Only a couple thousand muggles remained, survived the slaughter. Pureblood families were in control of the half bloods. Yes, half bloods, Potter didn't kill them. Harry's essence, I guess, allowed them to be saved. Muggleborns he could not save. I have walked the streets muggles scattered across the streets, those muggles were broken.
Potter had spread across Europe and was warring with the wizarding community across the ocean. That buys me time. I had found a resistance against Potter consisting of a few half bloods and the younger generation of purebloods, led by Blaise Zambini and Hermione Granger: once again, I guess Harry had spared her life.
Now its 2003, Potter has taken over half the world, less than a million muggles survive. Right now, Potter is fighting in South America, I know that, I have become attuned to his magical signature. The resistance has found a way to prevent all this from happening.
I stand alone in the rubble of the great Hogwarts, the concentrated magic like a comforting blanket around me. I need to extra boost to my own power to complete the spell.
I, Draco Malfoy, am going back in time to my seventh year to prevent the poisoning of Harry Potter. It's dark, the moon is bright above me; full usually a bad sign, but tonight I need its guidance,
My lips move as I completed the spell of the oldest of magics. I have no need for a wand either. Looking up at the moon above, my eyes close and I loose consciousness.
Owari :)
Iris Wood Revisited on 1 June, 2004 11:17 pm