Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

Well, its my first story for a long time. I just wanted to do this story for a long time. It does contain YAOI. So run away from the story is you don't like it.SSxHP

A boy born into slavery...

He was raised as royalty...

Chosen to lead the people into the light...

Chosen to bring down the king himself...

Unwillingly falls in love...

And finds himself not as a man

But as the chosen leader of all

Mankind

14 years earlier...

"Mother! They're coming! We must hide!" A young girl ran up the dirt filled streets to her mother, who held a child to her chest. Her mother turned pale and heard the marching coming towards the houses. She turned to her daughter.

"Get your father now!" She saw her daughter nod and run off to the factory where her father worked. The woman ran into the house and began taking all the clothes of her little one. Hastily, she grabbed a paper and began scribbling down a note. Hearing the marches coming closer, she worked even faster.

"Lily, what is it?" Her husband came up to her with their daughter. His blue eyes were filled with concern. She held the baby up to him and she cried out.

"They are coming for us! We must hide him now!" Lily took up the clothes and ran outside with her husband. Their daughter came behind and grabbed her brother in his room.

"We have to go to our hiding place, Oliver." Oliver nodded and ran off in the opposite direction his parents had gone.

The King was pacing up and down his courtyard, biting his thumb anxiously. He looked up to see his wife shaking her head.

"You shouldn't be worrying. You know that your soldiers will get them." She said calmly, putting an arm to her husband's arm. He shook his head.

"Yes, but I'm sure they'll try to hide from us. It will not be easy to get them." He replied, walking to the pool of water. His wife followed behind, her creme colored robes dancing in the wind.

"You must be calm about this. Here, watch your son." She said, handing him their blond haired son. He smiled slightly as he watched his son play with a piece of cloth.

"He will be a great King one day."

Lily ran even faster as she heard the soldiers yell in anger as they found the house empty. Her husband ran behind her, making sure no one followed them. His wand was ready at hand.

"James, where shall we hide him?" Lily stopped in front of the King's palace, her chest rapidly going up and down. James searched the palace courtyard's and saw the soldiers coming from behind him. He grabbed the baby and kissed him while Lily did the same.

"Hide him near the bushes. Maybe a servant will pick him up." James said as he ran towards the soldiers. Lily nodded and placed the baby down in the brush near the courtyard. She felt the tears swell in her eyes.

"No one knows about you, my dear Harry. I have told no one I was with child. Grow up as a strong man and someday we'll meet again. Goodbye my love. Until we meet again." She kissed the baby's forehead and left the crying baby to meet her husband.

The King was playing with his son when the soldiers came in, their black capes covering their bodies.

"King Lucius, we have the Potters now. Their two children are not to be found. What shall we do with them?" The King's advisor asked, his pallid mask covering his eyes. Lucius smirked and walked over to his advisor.

"Good job Severus. I think you will do a good job with them. There shall be no traces left of them anywhere." Lucius replied, walking over to his son. Severus bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you, my dear King."

The King's wife was walking in the bushes of the courtyard when she heard a baby's crying. She had a solider help her find the cause of the noise. She came up upon a baby hidden in the bush. She picked him up and soothed his crying. She turned to look at his features.

The baby had jet black hair and deep pools of green eyes. His skin was much darker than her own pale skin. She smiled at the baby and walked over the King.

"I have found this baby in the meadows. Shall we keep him as our own?" She asked, holding the baby to him. He frowned slightly and looked upon the little boy.

"What shall everyone think? He may be of muggle descent, Narcissa." Lucious replied, looking warily at the child.

"I shall call him as my own. No one would dare contradict the Queen, would they?" Narcissa said, her obsidian eyes lamenting the future deaths of any nonbelievers. Lucius smirked and brought his wife close to him.

"Then, what shall we name him?" He asked, staring at the baby with a bit of pride.

"He seems to be Sal. I think that name will fit him well."

"Look Draco, you have a little brother." Lucius said, pointing at Sal. Draco made a face of disgust but said nothing.

"Welcome to the royal family, Sal."

14 years later...

"Draco, you think we're allowed to do this?" Sal asked, holding his broom. Draco smirked and pushed his blond hair back.

"Well, if you're that scared..." Draco trailed off. Sal growled.

"I'm not. Here, lets go already. Whoever races across the city first wins." Sal said, readying his broom. Draco smirked and took off his silk black robe. He grabbed his personalized broom stick from the wall and got on.

"Whoever loses will be the other's slave for a week." Draco said already starting the race. Sal yelled out and started to race off behind Draco.

"You'll be sorry!"

"You destroyed half the city, not to mention the front palace. What were you thinking!" Lucius yelled out, his two sons in front of him. Draco had his head down in shame. Sal stepped in front of him.

"We were just playing. I mean, its my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen. Draco just wanted to stop me." Sal explained, desperately trying to convince his father.

"Sal, I know you are trying to protect Draco, but you cannot understand. Draco is the future King of this city. If he is to rule as a King, he must drop this childish attitude now. As for you Draco, I am sorely disappointed." Lucius said, his cold blue eyes staring at Draco. Sal dropped his head and stared at Draco out of the corner of his eyes.

"Father, please I was only..." Draco was cut short.

"Sal, will you please leave? I must speak with my son." Lucius said with suppressed anger. Sal sighed and walked away with one last look at Draco.

Sal walked into his grand room, looking at the magical artifacts he had won, collected, and been given over the years. The room was almost the size of a third of a football field. Sometimes, it made him tired just to walk across it. Sighing, Sal walked over to his mirror and looked at his image.

You cannot understand...Draco is the future King of this city...

The words had stung him slightly. It hurt him that his brother was to be the King and he could never be. He could never understand the pressures that was put on Draco. He could not even understand why he looked so different from his own brother. His jet black hair was too messy and out of place to be Draco's fine blond hair that seemed to never be messy. His bright green eyes stood out too much to be compared to Draco's icy blue eyes. His body was too lean and gangly to be Draco's well built and toned body.

Everything about Sal was too out of place. He felt as though sometimes he wasn't even Draco's younger brother. Yes, he could have anything he wanted. Women, money, possessions, whatever he wanted was granted. Sal could not ask for anything more.

Yet, he wanted to be part of his family. He wanted to be something more than just the Prince of his father's city. He wanted to be Draco. He wanted to have the chance to be King.

"Sal, are you in there?" Sal turned from the mirror and heard his mother call from outside. For a second, Sal did not want to speak with her. He did not want to deal with anyone, but he knew his father would punish him if he found out.

"Yes, I am here, mother." He called, placing himself on his leather couch. She entered with an air of royalty, something Sal could not achieve himself. His mother had long blond hair tied up in an intricate bun. A crown was nestled neatly on her head. Her eyes were dark and seemed to always lament on something. She was a thin woman and was praised for her beauty.

"What bothers you, my son?" She said, sitting next to him. He laid on his back, staring at the angel painted wall. It depicted angels and demons fighting each other, the picture moving violently. He sighed.

"I do not understand why I am so different. Father is so hard on Draco and never on me. I cannot understand why." Sal said, placing a hand to cover his eyes.

"Your father is only being hard on Draco because he wants Draco to be a great King. Only a great King can rule a great city." She said, gently placing her hand on his knee.

"You have yet o explain to me why I never get any punishment." Sal countered, annoyed slightly at the avoidance of the question.

"You are not the future King and that is the whole truth. You are the Prince." She said simply. Sal winced from her bluntness. It was the truth but it hurt him to know that his mother would say that.

"Then my problems are fixed. Thank you mother. I want to go into the city now." Sal said, waiting for his mother to leave.

"We still love you." She said as she left. He felt the tears sting his eyes.

He was a Prince, and Draco was a King. There was no fine line between them.

There was a world between them.

Please review. I hope its good. I took the story of Moses (a biblical character) and took it as a HP story. So, I thought I would have fun. Yeah I know, maybe Voldemort shouldn't been the King, but I thought that he wouldn't like ever take in a baby. So...Yeah, this story is OOC. So, sorry. Please review if you like.