Chapter 1: The Prince
a/n: The poem used in this chapter is by Sri Chinmoy and is not mine in any way shape or form.
Disclaimer: Sadly my name is not J.K. Rowling. Alas, these characters are not mine…well, accept a the occasional OC but you wont be seeing many of those. Thanks for reading, please enjoy!
It was raining. Harry acknowledged this with a huff as he pushed his newly dampened hair out of his eyes. "Dammit." he grumbled as he threw his ruined cigarette to the ground. Today just wasn't going all that great for him.
He wondered, not for the first time, how long he'd be left waiting on this damn street corner. Cody had told him earlier that Michael wanted to meet him here at 3:30. It was now 4:12. Harry glared at the ground and pushed his hair from his face again. 'Just because he's the boss he figures he can fuck around while I wait in the rain.' he thought coldly.
A few more minutes crept by before a black Cadillac pulled up. Without hesitation Harry climbed into the back seat. "Fuck, kid. You're getting my seats all wet." Michael complained. He was a good looking man with golden hair that fell to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Despite his fussing he still grinned at Harry as a fond uncle might.
"I'm not sure you noticed but it started raining while you were pissing around. If you had been here at 3:30 like you were supposed to be then I wouldn't have gotten your seats wet." Harry snapped. Michael laughed good-naturedly.
"You better start watchin' your mouth kid. Someday I may get sick of your attitude." the blonde smirked.
"We both know that wont happen." Harry laughed, lighting a cigarette. "I'm too valuable to get rid of."
"Never think you're too valuable kid. With that kind of confidence you wont see it coming when they stab you right in the back." Michael said solemnly.
"Yeah, yeah." the brunette shrugged. "So wha'dya want me for this time?"
"You ever heard of a guy named Lucius Malfoy?"
Harry had. Lucius Malfoy was a big time business man. Everyone knew his name. Word on the street had been that Lucius had some dealings with some less than advisable people over the last few years. But still, Harry couldn't imagine what someone like that would have to do with a guy like Michael. "Yeah. What about him?"
"You probably wont know this, but a few months back Malfoy's business hit a bit of a rough patch. Well a guy like him isn't gunna want that in the papers, is he? So he asked me for a bit of a favor. Problem is, even with our generous assistance, his business still isn't going so well." Michael explained.
"So what do you want me to do?" Harry stamped his cigarette out in the ash tray.
"You're going to take something of his. Just until he remembers that his first priority is to pay us back." the blond was smiling. Harry knew that Michael just loved torturing big business types like Lucius Malfoy.
"So what am I taking?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Malfoy has a son. His name is Draco. You're going to break into Malfoy manor, take the boy, go to a safe location, and wait with him."
"I'm taking a kid?" Harry's eyes widened slightly. He'd done quite a bit for Michael but he'd never hurt a child before.
"Nah. He's a year younger than you, seventeen. And you're not gunna be hurting him. At least not if Mr. Malfoy cooperates." A grin spread across Michael's face.
Harry nodded. "How long do I have to do this?" he asked.
"You've got a week. Scope the place out. It shouldn't take you too long. You're the best kid I've got. I'm counting on you."
"Got it boss. I'll have this guy in no time." Harry grinned.
"Good. Alright, that's all for now. I'll see ya in a few days kid." Michael's fond smile was back in place.
Harry got out of the car to find himself in front of his apartment. He sighed and went inside to find his roommate, Ron, lounging on the sofa. "Hey Ron. What'd ya get for dinner?" Harry asked, going into the kitchen.
"Mione made some pasta. Its in the fridge." Ron called. "What were you up to today?"
"Michael wanted me on a job. Its pretty big." Harry answered, spooning pasta onto a paper plate.
"What do ya gotta do?"
"Well, you could say that I've gotta kidnap someone." Harry murmured.
Ron chocked on the drink he had been taking. "You could say you've gotta kidnap someone? Do you or don't you?"
"Well…okay. I do." Harry smirked.
"Bloody hell, mate. Do I even wanna ask who it is?"
"Probably not." Harry shrugged, plopping down beside the red head.
"Well just don't get caught. Hermione worries ya know." Ron grumbled.
"Don't worry about me. I'm checking the place out tomorrow. It shouldn't take long to nab this guy."
The Malfoy manor was huge. Harry waited until it was dark before he snuck onto the grounds. Security was lax. 'Lucius should really have invested in some form of protection.' Harry mused as he crept up to the house. There was a reason that Michael chose Harry for such important missions. Stealth was his specialty.
He was quite young when his uncle had kicked him out of his house to live on the streets. He had been eleven with no where to go and no one to take care of him. He was forced to resort to stealing what he needed to survive. He had been a natural at it and had never been caught. That is, until he had tried to pick pocket Michael.
Luckily for Harry, instead of having him beaten, Michael had offered him a job. He'd been working for the crime boss ever since. Sure, it was a risky job but it paid well and it was about all he had skills for.
He had met Ron and Hermione when he was thirteen and they had all been best friends almost immediately. When Ron turned eighteen they had gotten an apartment together. They were the only ones that really cared about him. They didn't particularly like his choice of career but they accepted it. They were the best friends he could ask for.
Harry stopped on a window sill of the manor and peered inside. That's when he saw him. Draco Malfoy was uncommonly beautiful for a man. The first, and rather foolish, thought that entered Harry's mind was 'Princely.' He was slim with white blonde hair that framed his face lovingly. Quicksilver eyes shone as he grinned at a beautiful woman who must have been his mother.
Draco was sitting across from the woman, reading aloud from a book. Harry listened carefully to try and head what was being said. "Here's another one, mother." Draco smiled, pointing to the book.
"Well lets hear it, love." the woman smiled.
"Love is the road that leads
Our souls to union vast.
Love is the passion-storm
That sports with our vital dust.
Love's child is emotion flame.
Love's eyes are freedom, fear.
Love's heart is breath or death.
And love is cheap, love dear."
"Very nice darling." the woman smiled. Draco beamed back at her. Harry watched as guilt began to gnaw at his insides. He was going to steal this boy from his happy family. This woman would probably worry and cry. Would she believe that she would never see her son alive ever again? Would she pace the floor, waiting hopefully for the call that would tell her what needed to be done in order for her beloved child to be returned to her?
But they would see each other again. Michael was only going to keep Draco until Lucius Malfoy paid the ransom. After that they could go back to being a happy family. It wasn't like they were planning on hurting the blonde.
And it wasn't like Harry could have stopped it if he had wanted to. If he didn't do it Michael would simply put someone else on the job. Someone who was likely to be far rougher with the boy then Harry planned on being. With that Harry made up his mind. He would kidnap the little prince without fail.
***End Chapter***
Sine: Woooooo! First chappie done!
Draco: So what?
Sine: So it makes me feel happy!
Draco: What a stupid thing to be happy about.
Sine: Waaaah! Harry, Draco is being mean to me!
Harry: Malfoy, if you keep it up she's just going to keep whining.
Draco: Stupid muggle.
Sine: I'm the stupid muggle? In the fic you and Harry are muggles too!
Harry: But that's just in the fic.
Sine:…so?
Draco: So we're not worthless in real life! Well…okay, I'm not worthless in real life.
Harry: Git.
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