Title: The Dragon Pendant

Chapter: One

Author: DaemonGirl or aka Phoenix

Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual relations and violence, maybe language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs mentioned either.

"I know just what it feels like to have voice in the back of my head," Draco mumbled to himself as he got dressed in the morning. While he was looking at himself in the mirror, he decided that he must be going crazy or something close to it. Why, he did not exactly know.

His reflection told him differently, "You are not going crazy, you silly fool. You just need to sort some things out within yourself, such as who you truly are, what you want in life and who you want to be with as you go throughout your life. That is all that is the matter with you."

"Bah," Draco scoffed. "What does a reflection know about anything?" With that he turned abruptly and walked out of the room with an air of callousness.

"More then you can ever wish to know," replied Draco's reflection to an empty room.

Draco walked down the corridor of he mansion he was currently living in. The entire décor of the house was done in shades of dark green and reds. The walls and floors were stone.

When he reached the spiraling staircase, he hesitated and turned around. What he saw in the mirror that was there startled him. It wasn't his reflection, but that of someone else. He rubbed his eyes and thought he must be imagining things.

"Today is sure a strange day, and I haven't even had my morning meal yet," he thought. "First, my bedroom mirror talks to me telling me I have to find out who I really am. Then the stairway mirror is showing me images of someone I truly detest, and probably would be killed if anyone else seen the image."

He sighed and went down the staircase to the dining room for breakfast. "I really must get more sleep," he said to no one in particular. The he began eating.

Many miles away the person who Draco Malfoy seen in the staircase mirror was , waking up in the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive. He woke up mumbling, not realizing that he was saying it, "I woke up in a dream today. To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor, forgot all about yesterday."

Or at least he tried to forget about yesterday. It had to be one of the worst days in his known existence. It seemed like he could do nothing right for anybody. He burnt breakfast, set off the smoke alarm, tripped and broke his glasses for the millionth time, and realized he did all of his summer homework wrong. This happened all before noon.

Hopefully today would be a better day for him. It was his birthday after all. It was his seventeenth birthday to be exact. He hoped that his friends remembered, but prayed that the people he lived with would forget he even existed.

As Harry put his feet on the cold hardwood floor, he heard a tapping on the window. There were four owls there. Before he went to the window he put a silencing spell on the room as not to wake the Dursley's or let them know that there were four extra owls currently in the house. Once this was done he opened the window to let them in. They flew around the room looking for somewhere to perch. When each of them found a place to perch they held out their legs for Harry to untie the packages that they were carrying.

They had brought Harry his birthday presents. Two were from his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. One was from his godfather, Sirius Black. The last one was from the headmaster from his school, Albus Dumbledore.

He received a letter from Ron asking him to come spend the rest of the summer holiday with him and his family. Harry responded quickly saying that he would be there as soon as he could. He already had enough of his family and was ready to leave.

A letter from Hermione wishing him a happy birthday and telling him she is spending the holiday with the Weasley's. The present from Sirius Black was a few photographs of his family that he could add to the photo album he received his first year at Hogwarts.

What really puzzled him was why Dumbledore was sending him a present. The note with the present said:

Dear Harry, Hope this finds you well. It is not quite time to use it, but you will know when the time is right. You will know what to do with it. I give it to you with full confidence that you have found yourself throughout the trials and tribulations during the last 6 years here at Hogwarts. I wish you the greatest of luck and true happiness.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

Hogwarts Headmaster

Harry looked in the envelope and found a pendant with a chain to go with it. The pendant was of a small dragon with a smokey grey stone for the eye. He put the gift around his neck. The eye glowed brightly then returned to normal.

He quickly got dressed, knowing he was already late for making breakfast, which was a dreadful experience in the house he was currently living in. He could hear his Aunt Petunia yelling at him to get up and get a move on or he was going to get the beating of his life.

"I thought I got that yesterday," he mumbled as he had a bit of trouble tying his shoelaces, "But I guess I was wrong."

The next day at breakfast, Harry informed his guardians, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, that he was going to be leaving to spend the rest of the summer holiday with the Weasley's.

"When are you leaving, boy?" Vernon asked roughly. "And are you coming back next year. 'Cause if you even think about it, we will throw you out in the street faster then you can say butterscotch." He looked at Harry with a menacing look as if to challenge Harry to come back to his house.

"No, Uncle Vernon, I will not be returning here," Harry said. He then thought to himself, "as if anyone but you three would want to live in this house, but then again you probably would treat a mouse better then you have treated me."

He continued making breakfast while he talked to his uncle. "I will probably be living with the Weasley's until I can find a job or a place of my own."

"You can't afford a place of your own. Your parents left you with nothing! Absolutely nothing! Why do you think we got stuck taking you in for the last 18 years?" For our health? I think not!" Vernon said with disgust evident in his voice.

Harry slammed down the frying pan. "Don't. Ever. Talk. About. My. Parents. Like. That." He ordered. It was evident that Vernon's last statement made Harry angry.

Vernon put down the paper he was reading. Dudley turned away from the television program he was so intently watching, and Petunia slowly backed in a corner.

"Now, now, don't get upset," Vernon, said with a slight shake in his voice. "I was only joking, yeah that's it. I was joking." He was beginning to become a little frightened about what Harry might do.

"That's it! I'm out of here. Don't come crawling to me or asking me for help when your world is under attack by a dark evil wizard by the name of Voldemort," Harry screamed at them. "Cause I hope you get what you deserve for treating me like I am lower then the scum on you're shoe!" With that, he left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack his bags.

Once his truck was packed and he had everything he needed he went back downstairs and out the front door. He slammed the door as hard as he could behind him, hoping the Dursley's got the picture.

He summoned the Knight's Bus. When it got there, he asked the driver to take him to The Burrow.

The trip was a quiet one, for there weren't many people on the bus at that time of day. The trip also quite short Harry thought, or it might have been because he had a lot on his mind during the trip.