disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea for the fanfiction, cause otherwise this is what would have happened, or something much like it. Also, for the record, I am making no profit off of this other than my cousin, who paid me to use the idea of Harry meeting Draco before Harry knew he was a wizard. xD
warnings; death, an awful OC for an explanation bit, sarcasm, mad werewolves, and, uh, shonen ai (slash), and future ratings up, possibly. And possibly so much more. *sniff* OH! And language, and an evil-ish!Harry... and and... and... I forgot. D;
a/n; So after half a year or so of being dead and computerless.... I live! And with a HP fic... which I must admit I used to detest HP because they were so mean to Draco... But I got over it. xD
Harry Potter.
In the Wizarding World that name probably screams 'The Boy Who Lived!' Right. But if only you knew what I knew. If only you knew what knew~ Oh? Did I get your attention now, my dearest wizard or witch?
I think, I think... I shall tell you what I know. But don't be surprised, don't forget to be curious... And do not think at one moment that you know what's going to happen, after all future telling is a big hoax.
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This used to be a hell,
Now they're just mocking me.
Ten-and a half-year-old Harry was sitting in his cupboard, knowing that his dark hair was as unruly as ever, and his bright emerald eyes now full of thought.
Early this day he had completely broken down in school and told all his problems to his best friend, Lala Lulubell, and she had been expertly concerned and comforted him as best as possible. Lala had even suggested a solution to his problems- why not run away from the Dursley's? She had even offered to go with him, considering her parents wouldn't even bat an eyelash to her disappearance. What with four older brothers, and three younger sisters. All he had to do was give her the word and she would start the planning.
"After all- I have done my fair share of living on the streets when I was angry with my brothers and sisters," she had pointed out one day, with her own hacked short white-blond sticking up in odd angles.
To his own amazement he was seriously considering it. After Dudley had learned about his emotional breakdown in a (nearly) deserted hallway with a member of the opposite sex about how he hated his life, and that he was, well, gay. The fat pig had been exceptional in beating the shit out of Harry on the walk home, and telling the lard tub Vernon about Harry being a fag. The lard tub then proceeded to beat Harry considerably well, leaving large colorful bruises all over the young boy.
Then he decided it, and decided it quickly.
Petunia and Vernon wouldn't care that Harry disappeared, so the next day, he decided to give Lala his answer.
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To say Lala was shocked was an understatement, but then she broke out into a grin.
"Oh, Harry! I'm sorry to say it but, I never thought you had it in you!" Her grin was contagious, and it was understandable since she was one of those people that were always a form of cheerfulness.
Replying with a grin of his own, Harry had to ask, "So how is this going, to, er, work out?"
Suddenly the blond's expression turned serious as she told Harry, "Well. You, mister, are going to come home with me tonight after school. Then we are going to ask Jackiepoo to help us pack the necessary supplies for our venture, and help us figure out a destination (such as an illegal orphanage). Then late in the night we are off!"
Harry considered briefly that few people ever thought to plan when they ran away, but agreed to it anyways, since once this Math class was over it was the end of the day.
"...Miss Lulubell, what is the answer to problem 25?" The nasally sounding teacher asked, hoping to give his friend a detention for once.
"68, sir, Mr. Mooshey," came the quaint reply.
"Correct," Mr. Mooshey grumbled grudgingly before turning to Harry. "26, Mister Potter?"
"Two?"
"Correct," The teacher muttered as he turned to badger some other student for the answer.
Harry quickly mouthed a thanks to Lala for giving him the answer, who just bobbed her blond head before snickering slightly as a rather chubby brunette gave the wrong answer.
The balding teacher was just about to call on Harry when he was, shockingly, saved by the dismissal bell. Lala grinned wildly before dragging the unruly haired boy out of the classroom, completely disregarding the queer looks they were getting. The sight of so many stares unnerved him deeply, and he prayed the blond knew what she was doing.
Harry was left to his thoughts as the two walked silently to the female's house.
What he realized in the short time was, rather frankly was this:
That if Lala hadn't been transferred from America, he wouldn't of had any friends. That he wouldn't have even considered the possibility of running away. He would have been worse off than he was already, and would have contemplated killing himself several times already. Suddenly he felt telling Lala that if weren't for her, he would have lost hope in ever being free of the Dursley's. But then he knew that she already knew, and was glad to have him as a friend.
Lazily he grinned, it was good to have a friend.
-
The fun house is burning,
Melting away all the cruel, cruel,
Memories of the sick fools.
The cold air brought him back to realization much to quickly, the pain still burning his heart.
Lala had been killed.
He remembered it clearly as it had happened just two hours after they had run away.
The two had been elated at running away, for good, from both of their hectic lives. Harry had said they should go to one of their old haunts- the abandoned circus field just north of their school. Lala had eagerly agreed, the field would be a good place to hide.
Once there, they had delighted in a way only that the young could at running through the long grasses that peeked through the snow even in though it was still cold. So elated that they hadn't thought to listen for anything, and failed to hear the snarling howls in the area.
Failed to hear the Wolfman.
The Wolfman was only a parent's tale about how he gets children who runaway for no good reason, for adults to scare their children from fleeing their homes in anger.
The Wolfman is a horribly disfigured werewolf, who became deranged and hungry for runaway children after being permanently fixed in a half-transformed manner.
It so happened that Lala was first to react to the mad creature heading towards them.
"Run Harry!"
Harry looked up to see why Lala was shouting, and saw the Wolfman. Shock racked his face, such things did not exist! Vernon and Petunia said so!
A little voice in his mind whispered darkly, Why shouldn't they exist? What do the fat lard, and hag know? They said Lala was a good-for-nothing, and said it was wrong to like the same sex.
The shock when the Wolfman first came after him, froze his legs in place.
He couldn't run, and he could tell his friend had panicked as the Wolfman lunged at him.
Harry waited for the pain, but when it did not come he opened his eyes to gasp in horror.
The Wolfman had his jaws around Lala's neck, which was spurting far too much blood, and had proceeded to whip her body like a rag back and forth to make sure his prey was good and dead.
Harry heard Lala's whisper right before that, "....ru...n...h..h...rr.y..."
And done just that, grabbed his backpack and ran like crazy. Terrs burning in his eyes, why did Lala have to be his friend? Just so he could watch her die at their foolish mistake!
If only he hadn't agreed to runaway....
If only life didn't move so quickly...
To bad he couldn't go back in time and not agree to run away.
Shivering and being awful nervous under broad daylight, he failed to notice that he was about to run into someone. That someone being a rather malicious long haired blond, that was currently taking his equally blond son for a walk to show him something.
Smack!
Harry ran into the back of the son, who turned and snarled at the unruly looking boy. Silver eyes narrowed with seething hate, "Watch where you're going, you filthy Muggle!"
The father butt in to say, "Now, Draco, there's no need to reprimand a Muggle, they are far stupider and ignorant to understand the importance of a Malfoy. This is what I wanted to show you, you see, Muggles are no good at manners, and leave their children to fend for themselves even if the parents are perfectly capable of taking care of the child."
This pissed Harry off considerably, and he decided to use some words he had heard Vernon use once when beating him, "Like someone knows fucking everything about every asshole in the world!" Apparently the two blonds found this amusing because the chuckled.
"What would a filthy stray Muggle like yourself know about that?" The older one asked sarcastically.
"Plenty more than you do, clearly," the unruly haired boy retorted, getting braver by the second. He hated people who thought they knew everything (this hate probably having stemmed from Petunia and Vernon, and several teachers).
The boy, Draco, suddenly prompted, "Prove it Muggle."
Harry seethed, that Muggle thing was getting annoying, but he answered, "If an adult hates you, they beat the fucking shit out of you. If you don't believe their tales, the beat you. If you make a friend, you can be dug from depression, and if you fucking watch that friend be killed a mad... wolf-man-thing you sure as hell can be damned."
"Well you surely know a bit more than the average oblivious Muggle," Draco replied, but then his face turned to a sneer, "But you don't know enough."
"Like what? That my friend wasn't killed and torn to pieces before my eyes by a werewolf?"
"Oh, so you realized it wasn't a crazy person, but a werewolf?"
"A toddler could have realized that."
"So you're saying you're dumber than a toddler?"
"No, I'm saying that-"
"Son, leave the poor Muggle alone, we best go, or your Mother shall be worried you have contracted some filthy Muggle disease," the father broke into the conversation, disgust lacing his tone.
"Alright Father," the blond sneered, deciding to glare at Harry.
The father, no rather Lucius Malfoy grabbed his son's shoulder, and very blatantly apparated in front of the furious Harry.
This caused Harry to pull back in confusion, had it all been his imagination?
Shaking his head briefly he continued running, his mind having killed itself to prevent him from thinking about Lala's death.
So he lived.
-
So the smirking reflections dance,
Dance around in flames of white,
Laughing madly as victims grew lost,
In a maze of broken mirrors.
Harry had grown cold in his two months of living on the streets, stealing, and sometimes hurting others to survive. He had a very haggard appearance by the time the events started to make sense once again.
It was one of those days when the Zoos were free to enter to anyone that Harry found himself marveling at all the animals he had never seen for himself. Shocked at how large the elephants really were, how graceful the felines were, how smelly some were, how bizarre others were.
So turned out, he learned upon going to the reptile house, that the Dursley's were there. As a congrats to the pigboy for passing the school year. The fat child was currently tapping on a large boa constrictor's tank, annoyed that the serpent was doing nothing. Then, bored, he walked away to bother some other unfortunate creature.
Harry then went over to marvel at the snake, which was easily longer than Harry's height. The snake seemed to wake up and looked at Harry lazily.
Then it winked.
Blinking in shock, the boy found himself winking back at the brown serpent.
"What...what?" he muttered shocked.
"Oh... amigo... you understand me!"
The boy stared at the snake, and then it hit him. He did understand the snake! That was beyond strange... but so were werewolves, and people disappearing in thin air.
"Uh... yeah I do, I guess..."
"Good, good amigo! Now... oi, oi... can you think of a way to get me out of here? I want to go to Brazil... it sounsss fun..."
"Sure...?"
Now Harry stood there thinking until Dudley came back, and began pounding on the glass. This broke the unrecognizable Harry out of his concentration, God damnit! Why won't he stop that?
Then Dudley fell into the snake's cage, and the boa slid out amongst the confusion. But Harry could have sworn he heard a, "Thanksss, much, amigo... off to Brazil..."
Shaking his head, he ran the fuck away from the mess before Petunia, or worse Vernon could recognize it was him.
-
Perhaps its the world that's mad,
Or maybe its just you running,
From the floating smirks,
From the mazes of mirrors,
From white flames that ate at the world.
It so happened that just two days before July 31st, that the Wizarding world was able to locate the Boy Who Lived, and that one impromtu morning he was greeted by an owl holding a letter.
Still half drugged with sleep he picked up the letter, and opened it.
The shock was enough to wake him from his sleep in an abandoned barn's haypile.
"Fucking hell!? Wizardry? Witchcraft? I'm a wizard? Well that explains some of the craziness, but..."
He put it from his mind and stuffed the letter in his pocket. He was in no place to decline, so he wouldn't. 'Sides he didn't know how to do that anyways. The owl hooted and then flew off, leaving Harry to his thoughts. He forgot about it rather quickly.
It didn't happen until the last day of August that Harry remembered, being greeted by the giant Hagrid.
It shocked him even deeper to learn who he was to the Wizarding World, and even greater to learn that his parents had been killed not in a car crash but by some nutter named Voldemort! Those stupid ignorant fools...
(Wait what?)
So Harry let Hagrid take him to Diagon Alley, where he learned his parents had left him a small fortune, which delighted him in having money. But he wasn't to delighted, he'd have to be careful with spending.
The first thing they did was get Harry a wand, which just happened to be Voldemort's wand's twin. Which, for some reason, Harry found delightful. Then came books, and owl which he named Hedwig, potion's supplies, and other things.
Then came the robes, which Hagrid decided to get some icecream while Harry went inside.
He was shocked at seeing the same blond who had insulted him when Harry had collided with him on the street.
The blond stared back with equal shock.
"Oh fuck, you're kidding right?"
a/n; I ended it there just so I would know what people think of this, if people even review.
Reviews make me happy, they make the world go round, they prevent Wolfman from eating you, and and.... they make Draco shag Harry?
R & R please, and it does get better than this hasty peace of roadkill! :3