FIGHT FOR FREEDOM

Disclaimer and credits: Harry Potter and Chronicle Of Narnia does not belong to us. They belong to J.K. Rowling and C.S. Lewis respectively. No money, no Drarry... _

This is a collaboration between ElvinaPotter and me...

This story is now beta'ed by Y-dO-u-CrY.

Summary: AU. Xover with Narnia. Harry can't believe this. It's bad enough he's the savior of the Wizarding World. Must he be a savior of another world as well? HPDM. Spoilers. Creature fic... etc.. (surprises awaits)

CHAPTER1

Harry groaned as he layed down on his bed. He has had a tremendous headache since this afternoon. Plus this summer has been one of the hottest summers ever recorded. Doing gardening the whole day, and painting the fence under such hot blazing sun is NOT healthy at all.

"Bloody hell!",cursed Harry, "Why in the seventh layers of hell did I have to do all the chores? Why can't Dudley do it? It will be good for him." Harry said to no one in particular. He sighed as he got no answer. He made his way into the house and up to his room.

As Harry flopped on to his bed, he thought of a way to escape.

God! How I hate this summer, thought Harry. Why must I come back here year after year? Just being here for two weeks and I'm already going insane.

Harry continues to stare at the ceiling as he muses to himself I bet Ron and Hermione are having a splendid time with their parents right now. They haven't seen their parents for a while. So I bet they have a lot catching up to do. I just wish I have someone to come home to, or someone to love and love me for me, at least.

Harry turned his head slightly to the side, he noticed the Daily Prophet that was mailed to him. It confirmed the pitiful state of the Wizarding World and what tribute that the idiot Fudge has done. Honestly, in Harry's opinion, they should print out something more worth reading... like 'World's Affairs' or 'The Second War'. But no, it just had to be about something rubbish. And somewhere in the middle of it, gossip about The Boy Who

Harry suddenly threw a small ball at the ceiling in frustration. He got up from his bed and paced around his room. "Oh fuck it all to hell!" hissed Harry in anger, his eyes blazing emerald with raw emotion. "Why can't the bloody world get a goddamn clue and leave me alone! It's not like I asked to be famous, or the one to beat Voldie. Why can't they just let me live peacefully?!"

The window shook with a force so strong it started cracking a little. Hedwig flew over near Harry to get Harry's attention. But Harry paid no mind, too absorb with his thoughts to notice what was happening around him. Hedwig screech loudly, Harry tilted his head aside to look at her. The shaking stopped.

"I need to get out of here, Hedwig," whispered Harry. "Screw Dumbledore's protection. I need to get away for a while. I... I need to breathe. I need some space," Harry stopped short and took a deep breath. "But I need to go to Gringotts first, I need money. And maybe they'll have records of assets that my family owns."

Harry slumped tiredly onto his bed. Thinking of the best way to escape the Dursley's House.

No worries, thought Harry, I'll just leave before dawn and head to Gringotts before anyone realizes I'm missing. I just hope it's not Moody doing the guarding.

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"Oh shit!!" Draco Malfoy paled after closing his bedroom door. He leaned against the door, shaking uncontrollably.

I need to get out here fast! Where's my wand? Thought Draco as he searched through his robe pockets.

"Oh my… it's not here…"

I can't believe it… where is it?! Where is it?? Looking for his wand after throwing it somewhere in the bedroom out of anger. He searched under the bed, behind the drawer, under the couch, under the dressing table and even under the bookcase but his efforts were in vain (pun intended). After a while, Draco nearly give up. When his eyes traveled towards the ceiling, he spotted it.

"AHA! Found it…" the wand was on top of his wardrobe. Draco must now tiptoe to reach it. Now with his wand in hand, he begins to packs his belongings into his trunk. He needs to get out from here. While the things were packing themselves, Draco sits on the couch thinking about what had happened that cause this.

Flashback

They were sitting in the drawing room after dinner. Father wanted to discuss something with him. After his 5th year, father was sentenced to Azkaban for being a Death Eater. They released him before the summer holiday. The reason for this was that it was a misunderstanding from the Ministry part. 'Yeah right… father must have bribed them…again' mused Draco.

After taking a sip of wine, Draco asked with a cool mask, "Well father, what is it that you must discuss with me?"

"Draco," said Lucius, "I have news from our Lord…"

"Your Lord, father. Not mine." Draco interrupts.

"Soon he will be,"

Draco was stunned into silence, but quickly hid it under his cold mask. "Soon father? You know my opinion in serving that mad man. Why must you be so persistence about this?"

"The dark lord," said Lucius, ignoring his son. "Has finally demand that you be marked and serve him appropriately."

Draco's eyes flash, "Never!" his voice full of venom. "I told you before I will never serve that bastard. And I won't start now. I rather serve someone far more worthier than that psychopath."

"And who would that be?" asked Lucius coolly, his eyebrow raised. "Dumbledore?"

Draco's jaw clenched. Who does is father take him for? An idiot? There are others who are loyal to somebody else that isn't Dumbledore. "Anyone father. So long that it is not Lord Voldermort."

Lucius' expression darkened as his fist clenched tunring his knuckles white. "So you will not consider this then?" hissed Lucius.

"No. There is nothing to be considered. I would rather be disowned than to be…"

Lucius rose from his chair so suddenly that it toppled over. "I will not hear you finish that sentence," Lucius spat. "If you'd rather live among those commoners and mudbloods, so it will be. You are now not welcomed in this house. As long you are not back to your senses or serve a worthy master, you are not welcome back to this family."

Draco rose from his chair, and he calmly said to his father. "Very well, father. I shall take my leave come daylight. And as long you let yourself be involved with this dark lord, I too won't wish to be involved with such family." Draco makes his way out of the room. But at the door, he stopped short and said, "I find this situation hilarious. I thought a Malfoy answers to no one or serve none." With that, he left the room.

End Flashback.

Draco sighed. Now he has a problem. He has no idea where to go. Going to the Leaky Cauldron will be safe for a day or two, but then he needs to find somewhere else to stay for the summer. Yeah, he's got plenty of money, having just withdrew from his family vault this morning, but to be spending it unnecessarily will cause his money to run out sooner or later.

"Oh hell!" cursed Draco. "I'll think about it after I get a goodnight sleep."

Early next morning, before the sun is high up in the sky or the world wakes, Both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter leave their houses.