A/N: Hello again guys! SO as some of you know. This is a rewrite of an original story I am deleting off the site. It just didn't work out so I decided to change it a bit to make it better and help me be able to finish it for you guys.

Any ways, I hope you enjoy it. I love to get reviews from you guys and hear your thoughts. I'll try and update this at least once a week, along with my other stuff. There may be a bit of OOC things, but bear with me!

I do not own anything!

Chapter One: Shine Down

Draco had known that the summer between his 5th and 6th year at Hogwarts would change his life. For a long time, he wasn't exactly sure how, but he knew that it would be bad-after all, the Dark Lord was back and whatever he was involved in was always bad. Even after all of the scenarios he thought, he never once believed that the Dark Lord would ask him to become one of his followers. Draco shuddered remembering the disgusting grin upon his fathers face as the Dark Lord burned his mark upon Draco's arm.

Draco pulled on the ends of his sweater. He hated being forced to dress like a muggle, and worse having to live in this small town full of them. But, since it was summer break and the ministry was searching high and low for his father, the blonde teen had to struggle with him in hiding until the new year began. Now he walked the streets of Little W..something. He didn't care enough to remember. All he knew, was that if Potter wouldn't have exposed the Dark Lord's presence to all of the wizarding world, he wouldn't be here.

That stupid Potter. Draco thought as he felt the fabric burn against his newly formed scar. Now, because of him I have had to become the thing I loathed most-the son my father always wanted.

His feet sounded softly as he walked gracefully across the asphalt and turned the corner to where he'd found a small abandoned park just the day before. He slipped his hand into his pants pocket and felt relief that his razor blade was still there. Out of his father's sight, Draco could do as he pleased. And what he pleased was trying to find a way to slice the blackness off of his arm. As the park began to come into view, Draco heard a soft strumming and a soft mellow voice. He pushed a lock of blonde hair out of his face and slipped behind a tree, peering around it into the park.

Upon the swings, with his back to Draco sat a boy with dark brown messy hair and a guitar in his lap. The rest of the park was empty, but seemed filled with life because of the boy's beautiful voice. Draco felt himself swept away with it and unconsciously stepped forward to hear better. Unknowingly, his foot caught under a root of the tree and he fell face first into the dirt.

"Staring down the barrel of a 45-" The sound of the guitar instantly halted at the noise Draco made falling, and he felt his face already turning pink. He kept his head down, hiding his embarrassment. Suddenly the other teen was at his side. "Woah, are you okay?"

Draco felt his blood grow cold. He knew that arrogant, heroic, bloody Gryffindor-through-and-through voice. Harry fucking Potter...of all people. Draco thought as he gripped the dirt around his hands. This day just got bad, fast.

"Bugger off." The blonde said, attempting to make his voice sound as unlike his as possible. It was no use.

"M..malfoy?" Grey eyes snapped up to meet green, and Draco tried his best to keep his stomach from churning. The dark haired boy took no time to point his wand straight at Draco's throat, but concealed enough in his sleeve to not attract attention if someone were to pass by. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, Potter." Draco spat as he gave Harry his famous Malfoy sneer.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing here?" Harry pressed the tip of his wand so harshly against Draco's throat that he was sure it would bruise.

"Language Potter. What would your dear old mum think of-"

"I wouldn't finished that sentence if I were you." Harry snarled. "Stand up."

Draco slowly stood and dusted off his pants slowly. Harry watched him carefully.

"Potter, put your wand away. If I were going to hex you, I would have done it when your back was turned." Draco scoffed as he picked the leaves out of his shirt. He chuckled at Harry's obvious offended expression. "I know, how Slytherin of me. But really, lets not be childish about this."

"What are you doing in Little Whinging?" Harry said lowering his wand slowly.

"As if it matters to you. But if you must know, my father has brought me here for the summer because of the ministry raids on my home. While he is hiding, he sent me to our spare home-which just so happens to be in this town." Draco drawled on as he checked his pocket from his fall. He felt his heart calm when his fingers touched the cool metal. "I was just exploring when I stumbled upon you."

Harry still looked skeptical but placed his wand in his pocket and snatched up the forgotten guitar. "You've waited until the last week of summer before deciding to explore?"

"Well, yes and no. All summer my father gave me..well research to do." Draco said nonchalantly. He almost slapped himself remembering that the Gryffindor had an abnormally large curiosity scale.

"Research?" He asked.

"Yes," Draco tried to keep his cool. He didn't want Harry to know that he was lying. "He had me studying because he was not happy on my O.W.L.s..well he's never happy so that is really irrelevant."

"Right.." Harry stood awkwardly and looked around as if he wanted to be on his way.

"Listen, Potter. I know this may seem out of the blue. But, I have to admit something." Draco took a deep breath. "With the Dark Lord-"

"Voldemort"

"Don't say his name, please." Draco fought the urge to touch his now burning arm. "As I said, with him back don't you think it is a little silly for us to waste so much effort on hating each other and trying to make the other miserable. I mean, I am sure we both can use that energy toward other things."

Harry stood stunned, confused, and throughly out of place.

"I for one am quite tired of this childish fighting, and I would really like to move on to preparing for my future after Hogwarts. What do you say?" He stuck his pale hand out to the boy staring back at him. After a moment, Harry took his hand and Draco felt the warmth of contact that he had never had.

"Okay, sure." Harry said slowly. Draco felt his stomach settle as the nerves he didn't realize he felt with that speech finally settle.

"Well then, I guess I will see you around, Potter." The blonde said giving the other boy a small smile.

Harry looked taken back again but nodded in agreement and then headed on his way away from the park. Draco stared after him until his was out of sight. Once he was sure he was alone, the teen sat in the spot between the bushes and the park wall where he was hidden from sight. he nearly ripped off his left sleeve and peered down at the pale flesh around the pure black mark that was causing the burning pain in him. he snatched the cold razor blade from his pocket and felt the sweet release as he dragged it straight through the middle of the Dark Mark.

Red blood bubbled out and dripped onto the grass beside him as he pulled the blade across over and over again, just a little deeper each time. Eventually, the burning pain was replaced with the pain of the cuts and Draco leaned his back against the wall sighing in relief. He felt like himself again.

Instead of feeling like a Malfoy, he felt as though he were Draco, just Draco. He felt like his life was his to control, and this was something his father could not take from him. He pocketed his blade, healed his cuts enough to still have the scars-he liked to look at the one thing he could do without anyone else's influence. Then he pulled his sleeve down again.

Draco stayed in that park until night fall when he finally headed back to the house. It was Number 7 Privet Drive. He kicked a rock down the street as he walked and hummed a bit to himself. After a few moments, he realized he was humming the song he'd caught Harry singing. He reminded himself to ask Harry what the song was next time he saw him.

He passed by many houses on his way down the street and saw that only one still had a light on. Number 4. He gazed in the open window as he walked by and was stunned. Seated at a dining table were two of the largest men Draco had ever seen. Their bottoms hung over the edges of their seats, and they were shovelling food into their mouths. Next to the mustached one sat a woman whose face looked more like a donkey than anything Draco had ever seen. Suddenly, he saw Harry walking from the table to the kitchen refilling plates and cups as he snuck bits of food into his pockets.

Draco shook his head as he felt slight anger bubble in him. If he were in Harry's shoes, he would be hexing those muggles until they served him his food and drink. He continued on his way, partly dreading seeing his father's face. He knew that he would be questioned on where he was. All he could hope was that there would be no need for punishment.

A/N: Okay, so here is the first chapter of rewrite. I hope you guys enjoy it...I honestly like it SOOOOO much better than the original. Let me know what you think. More to come!