Title: An Uncertain Bond
Author: Onehelluvabutler
Pairing: Harry X Draco (Or as other fans and I refer to it: Drarry)
Rating: M (for this chapter violence, may be future slash, not sure yet)
Disclaimer: Do you think if I had the rights, I would be writing fanfiction? If I did, I can assure you I would not have wrote that epilogue. So therefore, all rights and blah go to the prestigious and wondrous J.K. Rowling.
Image: I just found this on google, so all rights to the respective owner.
Full Summary
They left me there-to die. I don't remember what exactly occurred to start everything, but I do remember what happened prior, and the pain.
Harry and Draco return for their eighth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After being brutally beaten, Draco is left hospitalised at the school infirmary-with an unexplained bond to Harry
This is the first fanfic I have ever written, so I apologise in advance if it is terrible. I will accept any and all criticism tips, pointers, etc. Just please be respectful. I can not promise regular updates, since I am a student. I have exams next week, but then break. So that means lots and lots of writing! Though next semester, I cannot guarantee much. Also, I am sorry this chapter is uber short. I hate short chapters just like you, but I'll publish the next one soon. I already have a lot written out. Anywhos, on to the first chapter of "An Uncertain Bond!"
Chapter 1: A Special Return Gift
It was after the war, and Draco Malfoy was returning to Hogwarts. The date was September 1, at precisely 10:30 AM, and he was preparing to board the train for his eighth year. Both anxious and reluctant, the young Slytherin turned towards the train, then quickly snapped his head back upon hearing his name called.
"Draco!" his dear mother softly said, with tears beginning to form in her eyes. Draco swiftly approached her, and she grasped his slim shoulders, effectively pulling the surprised blonde in for a hug. Hardly had his proud, sweet mother every showed such affection and weakness in public.
The blonde begrudgingly reached his arms around her, softly returning the hug. "Mother, please, you're attracting attention," he murmured into her velvet-like hair.
"Draco! I regret everything. I wish I could have spared you from this," Narcissa whispered into his chest, her silent tears soaking his robes. Draco merely stroked her now black hair, dark as midnight. After Lucius had attempted suicide in Azkaban, enraged that the Dark Lord had been defeated, Draco's mother was so caught in her despair, she died her hair black.
"Mother, it is not your fault. You-Know-Who is dead. Father was wrong in what he did. Now we have to move on, both of us. Father will return home soon, and then we can all be reunited," Draco knew this was not true. After the suicide attempt, his father had been held in the psychiatric ward at St. Mungo's. After he is deemed "healthy," Luscious will be released only to return to Azkaban to finish his sentence. "I have to go now. I will owl when I arrive. Good bye, Mother. I love you."
"I love you as well. Take care now, Dragon," Narcissa reached up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Draco easily towered over her.
Once having topped the few steps onto the train, Draco looked around for an empty compartment. Blaise and Pansy were being flooed to Howgarts, via the Headmistress's office, leaving Draco by himself till arriving at finding an empty compartment, being the last compartment on the last car, Draco placed his trunk on the shelf, and soon settled on the seat. Since he would be alone on the trip, the young blonde stretched himself till lying on the cushions with his head cradled in pale arms.
He started awake to someone slamming the compartment door open, and when Draco peered around to see whom it was (thinking it was the bloody weasel), he was slightly surprised to see it was Theodore Nott who had awoken him from his nap. "Malfoy!" Theo snarled at him.
"Yes, Nott?" Draco questioned, still somewhat groggy from being so rudely awakened.
Nott walked further into the small room, followed by Crabbe, who pushed the flimsy door closed. Nott casted a silencing charm, which caused Draco to worry. Why would he need to do that?
"You know why we're here, Malfoy! Don't play that bloody innocent shite with me," Nott yelled at Draco. The blonde only calmly sat up and stared at hime waiting for him to stop fuming. Nott's emotions were causing him to lose control of his magic: the window rattled and door shook.
"You know it was the right thing to do, Nott. If I hadn't testified against your father or Crabbe's, both of them would be out killing muggles and muggleborns! Even if your father is in Azkaban, that's a lot better off than mine, hell, than most people's-" Before Draco could finish, Nott's fist collided with the side of Draco's face. He stumbled back, falling when his knee hit the edge of the seat. Draco collapsed onto the seat with a low sound of pain, the vibration of the train and falling causing slight waves of pain to flow throughout his body. Against his will, a hiss escaped from his clenched teeth. He turned his head, not allowing Nott to see the thin rivets of blood trailing down his face. This was not a good idea, because as soon as Draco turned his head Nott's fist hit the other side of his face. The train then took a particularly sharp turn, which in turn threw the Slytherin to the ground. A flurry of fits, from Nott, impacted his body, and soon Crabbe joined as well. He tried to hold in groans of pain, but some managed to slip out. Blood dripped into the pale boy's eyes and mixed with his tears, which threatened to overflow. Sharp tingles of pain stung his silver eyes with the mixture of blood and tears. Draco soon fell unconscious from the pain.