Author note; I don't own Harry Potter, or the basis of the storyline, as that is history. No one can own it! Clicks fingers Damnit! Also, please don't worry about relationships or characters, I have changed them or added them so to fit with the story!

Characters;

Draco; Achilles

Lucias; King of Greece

Harry; Hector

Ron; Paris

Pansy; Helen

Narcissa: Achilles' mother

Severus; Lord of some country in Greece. Friends with Draco.

Roldolphus Lestrange; King of Sparta, Cousin of Lucias

Zabini; Draco's younger cousin.

In some random desert near the shores of Greece,

Saturday Afternoon,

About tea time,

The two armies stood facing each other, about 50 metres apart. Rows of heavily armed soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the enemy. The two leaders stepped forward to face each other.

"Lucias! King of Sparta!" shouted the King of some random country (a/n; sorry I couldn't remember!), "Look at these men! They can all go home to their wives if you call off this war!"

"I'll make a deal with you!" Lucias yelled back at the man after a moment of thought, "I will send my strongest soldier to fight your strongest soldier! If I win, you must surrender your leadership to me! If you win, the Spartan army will leave you alone!"

"Deal!" shout the King, "Lysander! (A/n; yep, forgot again!) Come forward!"

A massive, heavily armed soldier pushed his way to the front of the army.

"Yes my King?" he said,

"You are to fight for my kingdom!" ordered the King,

"Yes sir, with all my strength and honour!"

"Go!"

Lysander marched into the middle of the gap between the armies.

"Is that the best you've got?" mocked Lucias, "Draco! Come, fight for me!"

Silence,

"Draco?" said Lucias turning to face his army. Still nothing.

"Zabini," muttered Lucias to the man standing next to him, "Where is he?"

"I don't know my lord," said Zabini, trying not to seem scared,

"Well," hissed Lucias in a deadly voice, "Go find him!"

"Yes my lord!" he said, running back to the camp.

"He'll be here in a moment," he said though gritted teeth, at the King, "or else,"

Zabini rushed into a tent. He was sweating from running in the burning sun.

"Draco," he said, running in and stopping suddenly. Draco was lying in his bed, naked, with two naked women on either arm.

"Umm…Draco?" whispered Zabini, walking towards him.

"Go away Blaise," muttered Draco, stirring from his dreams.

"How could you tell it was me?" whispered Blaise, still standing in front of him.

Draco open one steely grey eye, "I have my ways," he smirked. "Now go away, can't you see I'm busy?" he gestured towards the women.

"The king is calling for you," Blaise said, eyeing up one of the girls.

"Stuff him," groaned Draco, rolling across the bed and reaching for his clothes.

"But Draco he-,"

"Fine!" moaned Draco, turning round, now dressed, "But this is the last time!"

And with that Draco stormed out the tent. Zabini glanced at the girls again, and then followed Draco outside.

"Draco," he said as Draco mounted his horse, "They say you can't be killed,"

"Then there would be no point in trying, would there?" he said bluntly, pulling Zabini up behind him. "Get moving!" he shouted kicking the horse.

"About time!" hissed Lucias, as Draco's horse came into view.

"Yes, what a great warrior, he can't even turn up for a war!" sneered the king as Lucias pulled Draco forward.

"Get out there boy!" he ordered.

"What if a king could fight his own battles," muttered Draco, loud enough for Lucias to hear, walking toward Lysander "wouldn't that be a sight?"

"That boy," hissed Lucias.

Draco stood in front of Lysander, holding his sword and shield. Lysander smirked at the boy. He was tall, pale skinned and had muscles, but he had a young boys face. Lysander guessed he was about 18, 19 at the most.

"Pathetic," he hissed at Draco, "The king sends a kid to fight a battle, what does that show?"

"Shut up bastard," Draco hissed, "At least I have brains,"

"Brains won't win a battle,"

"Lets just get this over with!" yelled Draco. The two started to circle each other. Lysander was grunting and snorting, in an attempt to break Draco's cool air. Draco just walked, sneering at Lysander's failing attempts. Suddenly, Lysander charged at Draco. Draco leapt and flipped over him.

"Oh, getting tough are we?" Draco sneered.

"Shut up, circus tricks only work for so long."

"Ok, I'm getting really bored," sighed Draco. Then he ran and jumped, drew his sword above his head and plunged it straight into Lysander's shoulder. His scream pierced the stunned silence, which before had been filled with jeers. Lysander's knees hit the floor. Draco yanked his blood-covered blade out of the fallen body.

"The gods will take revenge on you," Lysander hissed, "Bastard,"

"Looks like they already got to you," sneered Draco, "Git,"

And with that, Lysander fell to the ground, surrounded by his own blood.

The King stepped forward, obviously shocked.

"Who are you?" he asked, staring at Draco. Draco flicked his blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy," he said coolly, acting as though he was just watching grass growing (a/n; to a patch of grass come on grass grow! Grow, grow, grow! cough sorry)

"Well, Malfoy," sighed the King, holding out a sword, "This is the sword of my country, give it to your king."

"He's not my king," snarled Draco, turning away and marching towards his fellow warriors.

"Umm…" said the King,(sorry, ex-King) "Well, here." He said, handing it to Zabini, "Give it to your king. A deals a deal and…all. I surrender."

"Thank you," said Zabini, taking the sword and handing it to a fuming Lucias.

"Lucias," said Severus as the army started to return to camp, "Maybe you should not get angry at Draco. He is only young and-,"

"Has a massive head," hissed Lucias, heading into his tent.

"But Lucias," Severus insisted, following the Spartan king, "You must keep on his good side. Maybe you should talk to him?"

"Talk to him!" Laughed Lucias, evilly, "My dear friend, Draco is as likely to spear me as to speak to me!"

"But Lucias, that boy is the strongest, and the best soldier we have. That the world has ever seen. We need him on our side." Insisted Severus.

"Well…" said Lucias, sounding deadly, "You can talk to him for me. I will not risk my neck for that idiot boy! Now go Severus, we have a long day tomorrow. My cousin, Lestrange has finally called a peace with Troy and we are invited to the Palace to celebrate!"

And with that Severus left, muttering to himself.

"My Lord. That boy is the tool we need, why don't you see that? Or is it the argument with his mother that has torn father and son apart?"

A/N; So? What do ya think? Before anyone asks I have made it so that they can use magic during a battle, let's just say it's the written rules of war; their magic is cancelled out or something. Just don't worry, but if they could use magic in combat, I felt it would ruin the affect! I'm really trying, since my last story wasn't so good! Please, if your confused about the relationships (e.g. Lucias and Lestrange,) please don't worry, I know it's not like that in the story but I had to do something to make it work. Please don't worry about plot lines etc. just go with the flow! Please review! It gets real good soon!