This pretty much disregards book 7, Dumbledore is alive and the horcruxes never existed and the time between the end of sixth year and halfway trough the holidays was spent defending Hogwarts from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Draco helped Harry and the others out redeeming himself and the good guys won. Voldemort is as dead as a doorknob and not coming back though he may appear in dream sequences. PS slight AU in somethings if you've got issues…It's my story and my plot line. PPS I don't own Harry Potter or any of the existing characters I'm just using them. Cause if I owned Harry Potter Harry would end up with either Draco or Hermione.

"Ron there you are," Hermione called out after finding him in one of the carriages on the Hogwarts Express.

"Hey Hermione. Have you seen Harry?" Ron asked helping Hermione with her trunk.

"No I haven't, did he come over during the Holidays?" was Hermione's next question.

"Nah, I sent him a letter asking if he wanted to but he said he was happy where he was."

"What on earth? He stayed at the Dursley's the entire holidays?"

"I guess so…" Ron was saying when the door was pulled open.

"Hey guys!" Neville said thumping down into a seat. Neville had matured over the holidays growing roughly six inches, losing all his puppy fat and his shoulders grown broader. "Did you guys see Harry? What happened to him over the holidays?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"You guys haven't seen him have ya's?" when both Ron and Hermione shook they're heads Neville continued. "Well you're in for a shock; I'll see ya at dinner."

"Okay see ya Neville," Ron said, Neville stepped out of the compartment and into the throng of students outside.

"I wonder what he was on about." Hermione wondered.

"I dunno." Ron replied.

Suddenly the door was wrenched open and there stood Harry looking different than when he had finished the year before. His hair become less wild and was longer, his face still bore a few scars from the final battle between himself and Voldemort and he had gotten a labret piercing. It wasn't until he stepped over the threshold of the compartment that Ron and Hermione noticed the rest of the changes. Harry had grown to roughly the same height as Ron and had put on a fair bit of muscle over the holidays. He was wearing tight black, ripped denim jeans and a blood red, long sleeve silk dress shirt. He was also wearing a long black leather coat. His eyes stood out even more now they were accentuated with eyeliner and the new glasses helped as well.

"Wow Harry. What happened over the holidays?" Ron asked still stunned by Harry's transformation.

"I moved." Harry replied putting his trunk into the racks.

"Where?" Hermione asked as she stood to give Harry a hug.

"Grimauld place, the Order doesn't need it anymore so it's mine to do with what I like. I can't stand the Dursley's so I moved; I was going to at the end of the year anyways." Harry replied as he hugged Hermione and clapped Ron on the shoulder.

"So when did this happen?" Ron asked.

"I moved the second…"

Ron cut in "Not the moving, the makeover"

"Just after I moved. Don't worry these are just my fancy clothes, but I felt like turning a few heads." Harry explained with a lopsided grin.

"I can say you did that," Hermione said nodding towards the people walking their compartment looking in and staring at Harry.

"What about you two, what did you guys do over the holidays?" Harry asked propping his feet up on the empty seat opposite him.

"Well ah, we just kinda hung out," Ron explained looking nervous.

"You two picked up didn't ya's?" Harry asked.

"Ah…yeah," Hermione explained blushing almost as badly as Ron.

"Took you long enough, all happiness to ya." Harry said.

"You're not upset?" Hermione asked.

"No, you two are so right for each other." Harry replied with a lopsided grin.

"Thank you Harry, it means a lot that you support us." Ron said grinning back, with appreciation in his voice.

"It's cool, hey I'm going to sleep for a bit, wake me when the trolley comes around." Harry said before putting his feet up on the seats beside him and leaned against the window.

"Okay Harry," Hermione muttered as Harry pulled a MP3 player out of his coat pocket, he put the earphones in and turned it up until Ron and Hermione could hear Marilyn Manson. "Ron, do you think he is really okay with this?"

"He says he is, so I guess we're gonna have to believe he is," Ron replied.

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"Harry, Harry the trolley is almost here." Hermione said into Harry's ear.

"Thanks Hermione," Harry replied groggily.

A knock came on the door, "Anything from the trolley dears?" the Lady asked.

Harry stood, "Do you have any muggle chocolate bars?"

"Yes dear, what would you like?" the Lady replied.

"Can I get 2 Mars Bars and 2 Snickers, and a Coke if you have one?" Harry asked.

"Here you go dear, that'll be 12sickles and 4 Knuts," the Lady replied. Harry handed over the money and brought his 5 purchases back to his seat.

"What ya got there Harry?" Ron asked having never really experienced muggle food.

"Muggle stuff, got addicted to it while I spent time in muggle London. Got some interesting stuff there," Harry replied.

"Like what?" Hermione asked.

"Well I got the piercing randomly one day. But I spent a heap of time at the muggle and magical libraries there. I also did a lot of touristy stuff, I went on the Millennium Eye and saw Buckingham Palace, watched the changing of the guard. That sorta thing." Harry answered. "Oh I also got a couple of tattoos."

"You did what?" Hermione practically yelled.

"Geez Hermione, nothing to get upset about." Harry replied. Most of the stuff Harry had been talking about was muggle stuff that Ron didn't understand.

"But Harry those are entirely permanent and you're only 17, how do you know those are what you are going to want marking your body of the rest of your life?" Hermione demanded.

"Do you want to see them Hermione? Then you can decide if I made some good choices." Harry offered.

"Yes, yes I would like to see them." Hermione replied.

"Okay." Harry said. He shed his Jacket and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione squeaked covering her eyes.

"You wanted to see my tatts." Harry replied, pulling his shirt off revealing his, toned and bronzed body. "Well ya gonna look or did I strip for nothing?"

"Those are fucking awesome Harry," Ron said finally being able to rejoin the conversation.

"Yeah I know, my first was the one over my heart, its mum and dad's names interlaced." Harry said as Hermione came out from behind her hands, blushing profusely, to look at them. "Next was the Claddagh around my navel, then the Celtic cross on the left shoulder, and the ankh on the right."

"I have a feeling there is more to this," Hermione said appreciating the work that had obviously gone into them.

"On my back is where the fun comes in," Harry said, he turned and on his back were; a dark red stone, a basilisk, Sirius' prisoner number, a goblet with flames coming out the top, a phoenix, half a crown and a sword which ran hilt to tip down his back with the rest surrounding it.

"Bored much Harry," came a drawling voice from the door.

"Hey Draco," Harry replied without so much as turning.

"I never saw the finished piece, how is it?" Draco asked sitting down next to Harry.

"Not to bad after the second they don't really hurt, just tickle. The worst was the sword hilt right at the base of my neck."

"Fair nuf," came Draco's reply. "You didn't get the other piercing I see, what made you change your mind?"

"Nothing, I ran out of time." Harry replied pulling his shirt back on.

"What on earth Harry? When were you on speaking terms with Malfoy?" Ron asked icily.

"Since the end of last year, we hung out in London; he was with me while I got some of the tatts and hung out at my place for about a week. You know usual teen stuff." Harry replied.

"You spent time with him? You could've owled me mate and you know I would've come straight away. What on earth were you thinking?" Ron demanded.

"Ronald Weasley, will you lay off, you and Hermione aren't my only friends and I am allowed to make new ones. If you can't deal with that, well stiff-fucking-titties, sorry for the language Hermione, it's none of your bloody concern who I make friends with." Harry replied angrily.

"Harry he's the git that gave us six years of hell, how the hell can you want to be friends with something like that?" Ron yelled rising to his feet, which prompted Harry to do the same.

"No Ronald, Malfoy was the git this is Draco who has never been anything but honest with me and has never had a problem with me being who I am, you have had jealousy issues since first year." Harry yelled back. "It's not my fault you have self-esteem problems." Harry pulled his trunk down grabbed his coat and the stuff he had brought from the trolley and strode off towards the back of the train in search of an empty compartment shirt hanging wide open for everyone to see his tattoos.

"Thanks Ron, it's going to take him ages and a lot of smokes to come down off that anger high. You know what his temper is starting to rival yours and if you don't watch out something could go bad." Draco said tersely and walked off after Harry.

Draco found Harry sitting in the very last compartment of the entire train window open, smoke in hand and Cannibal Corpse coming from Harry's portable, modified to run on magic, MP3 player speakers.

"Harry? You good man?" Draco asked locking the door behind him and drawing the curtains.

"I knew you'd come find me, that's why I left the curtains up and the door unlocked. If I had thought one of the other two would try and follow I would've locked it tighter that a crab's arse."

"Harry, you know smoking isn't good for you, I thought you had quit."

"I brought a pack with me, I.C.E. Hey I never told you about the coolest spell I found in one of Sirius' old spell journals did I?"

"Sirius had spell journals?"

"Guess not then. Yeah he had about twelve of them. But the coolest spell had to have been an altered version of the Dark Mark, you can send your location to anyone with the mark and it's like a buzzer saying come here please. But it sends a tingly sensation up your arm. So you know if the other person needs you."

"Cool," Draco replied thinking about it.

"Yeah it says he and my dad and Remus had one. They never let Peter in on it 'cause he would never be helpful in a crisis. God I miss him Draco, he was the closest thing to family I ever had." Harry said his mood changing again. Draco had noticed this over the summer; Harry had become very prone to mood swings.

"Harry have you thought about talking to someone, like a psychiatrist I mean, your mood swings are pretty bad and with all the crap that's happened to you maybe it would be good to talk to someone trained to listen."

"No I really don't want to take a trip down memory lane, not with everything I've been through. I thought about it for a while then I looked up what techniques they use, and I found out it really is a trip down memory lane. They use spells to make you remember everything."

"I know, I've had to see one before."

"Why?"

"The stuff that used to go on with my parents, well it wasn't the best of circumstances. Stuff happened and I was sent to see one."

"Can I ask what happened?"

"Dad never really grew out of his teens, he was just 17 when he took his mark and had been cruel before that, after Voldemort fell the first time, when we were little. He had to start bottling up all this anger. When I was six he saw me sliding down one of the banisters at home, he didn't like that I was having fun so he backhanded me. As I got older he got worse and worse, eventually he was doing it just 'cause he was bored." Draco said not able to look at Harry.

"Sorry man."

"Why are you saying sorry? You had nothing to do with it."

"Bullshit I had nothing to do with it; I was the one that caused Voldemort's fall. Stupid Harry really fucking stupid!" Harry yelled at himself slapping himself across the face.

"Harry don't you fucking do that? Common let's take a nap until we get closer." Draco suggested leaning back in the seat next to Harry and, as Harry was, rested his feet on the seat opposite him.

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When they awoke Harry's head was resting in Draco's lap.

"Wow, sorry Draco I must have fallen over in my sleep." Harry mumbled wiping sleep from his eyes.

"Yeah, that's alright." Draco replied standing and stretching the kinks out of his back.

"Do you know how far away we are?" Harry asked pulling his robes out of his trunk and removing his coat.

"10 minutes at the max. So you might want to hurry up and change." Draco said as he pulled on his robes, his trunk having appeared in the cabin.