Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter of any of it's characters.

Warning: BoyxBoy, Mature content, OCC may be disturbing to some of you (-rolls eyes) HBP and DH are not included in plot line

Summary: Fate is a cruel master, no matter if you are the savior of the world or a seventeen year old boy that has lived a harsher life than a man of 50.

Pairings: Draco x Harry

First chapter: The Awakening

I had planned on marrying a nice girl and having two or three kids after the whole saving the world ordeal, but I guess fate was as cruel as always when it came to me. Since my very birth fate had dealt me a heavy card and from then on never let me have a break.

A mind grows weary after having to live through many hardships and mine is no different. The only strings that had tied me into existence were my friends and now even those have been cut. I learned not even an hour after my defeat of the Dark Lord, the real faces of my so called friends.

With the threat of having to keep the 'Chosen One' on his 'puppet strings' no longer an issue the Order immediately dropped the façade they had put up around me.

It saddens me that none of them were my true friends and it angers me that they were merely around me so that Dumbledore could keep me in his clutches to do his biddings.

Flashback

My clothes were torn, my shirt was barely hanging on me, and there wasn't a part of me that wasn't dirty with blood, sweat, and dirt. I was exhausted from using my magic non stop through out the day while dogging the attacks that were sent at me by Voldemort. But all of that was pushed to the back of my mind as I stared at the prone figure that was my ultimate enemy, slowly disappear before my eyes.

I had landed the finishing blow and when the electric green curse had hit the Dark Lord, it seemed like time had stopped as I watched Tom Riddle's eyes widen in shock then slowly drain themselves of life.

The curse also seemed to react violently with his magic resulting in his own magic eating away at his physical being and thus making him seem like he was never there.

I wasn't happy nor was I sad that I had used the Avada Kedavra that had killed my parents. I had a strange satisfaction from using it on Voldemort but at the same time a sick feeling that started in my limbs and plummeted into my stomach, making me want to vomit what little breakfast I had managed to shove down my throat.

As I fell to my knees in a wave of nausea, I heard the faint sounds of people apparating but did nothing to raise myself up. I knew it wasn't death eaters, Voldemort's minions had been the first to go in this battle.

Someone pulled me up to a standing position as I saw the rest of the Order members look around for signs of the Dark Lord.

"Where is he Harry? Did you defeat him or has that coward run away yet again?", the voice as a strange mix of anxiousness and disgust.

I couldn't tell right away who it was until they turned me quite forcibly to look at them. Molly Weasely's pudgy face leered back at me, something I was unaccustomed to. She was normally so cheery and when called for serious with a hint determination.

" I used the killing curse…..he is gone", my voice I knew sounded broken, but I couldn't help it, I was tired and just wanted to sleep and wake up to a normal day at Hogwarts surrounded by my friends.

I wasn't expecting for Molly to roughly shove me out of the way and start looking around like the other members. I was confused at her behavior, but put it off at being highly stressed.

"His body seemed to disappear when I used the killing curse on him. His magic reacted badly or something", I called out wearily as they weren't going to find anything no matter how hard they looked.

End Flashback

Everything from there seemed to head down hill.

They sent me immediately back to the Dursley's without even a pat on the back or a "Thanks for saving are lives back there Harry". It wasn't like I was expecting a grand old party, but at least a smile and a warm hug would have been fine.

It seemed like now that my job as the Boy Who Lived was finished I was being thrown out like a useless toy.

I had no contact to the rest of the Wizarding World and what made matters worse was now that I had killed the most powerful man in the world I was considered a threat.

Vernon was taken to carrying a gun where ever he went and made sure I was never alone with Petunia or Dudley. I was treated like a criminal when I was the savior to their pathetic lives.

It was even worse than living like slave in the small cupboard under the stairs. I guess it was no surprise when Vernon shot me when I had glared at Petunia for insulting my mother.

Flashback

Surprised I clutched at the wound in my side pulling my hand away to reveal blood coating my hand. I tried to speak but a cough replaced my words and I fell to my knees as blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

Aunt Petunia was shrieking whiling holding Dudley in a death lock to 'shield' her baby from the horrible sight.

Dropping to the ground as my vision started to blacken around the edges, the last thing I heard was Uncle Vernon's shaky but cold voice saying to me, " This is what you deserve, you murderer".

I would have laughed at that but I was no longer conscious.

When I woke up next I was lying in a forest, a puddle of blood soaking into the ground around me. I knew I was going to bleed to death and I knew that no one would care that I was no longer alive.

I had fulfilled my purpose and now there was no use for me.

I chuckled in irony as I remembered that tomorrow was my seventeenth birthday, not that I would have enjoyed it, but it was still sad to died so young.

Gazing at the stars through the tree's canopy I felt a sort of calm feeling rush over me and as the night struck midnight I silently wished myself a happy birthday and slowly closed my eyes as the blood loss got to me.

End Flashback

That night Harry James Potter died at the young age of seventeen.

A heartbeat could be heard in a silent forest just outside Little Whinging, followed by a small gasp of air.

A young boy of seventeen lay in blood stained grass. He had tan unblemished skin with choppy shoulder length midnight raven hair. His eyes were a deep forest green with a ring of gold surrounding the pupil. He was about 6'3 with a muscled lanky boy.

There was something off about this boy, he had pointed ears and graceful air around him

A newly born Elven Prince had awakened.

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