Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or the characters! (If only)

This is a M/M slash aka Yaoi between Harry and Draco. It is violent and gruesome and may contain torture and sexual situations in the future chapters. NO Rape! That is a line that will not be crossed in my story. You have been warned!

This is the Prelude. So please tell me what you think.

Only He Knows

Harry and Ron are walking together to work talking about their last case together. It has been three years since Harry defeated the dark lord and he is still fighting. After the war Ron and Harry decided to become auror's and Herminie a healer. Dealing with the after math of the war seems endless. Caseloads for all auror's have tripled in the last three years and they barley have time to sleep. The whole way to their office was nothing but chaos. Everyone was running around, taking calls or trying to get all their paperwork in on time, it was so loud one could barely think. Finally getting into their shared office Harry quickly shut the door behind them. Their office was simple with two desks facing each other and stacks of papers and files covering all surfaces and hiding pictures that were on the walls. There was a tack bored on the right wall to work out cases and a white bored covered in writing on the left wall next to the window.

"Damn Harry, I think the files are reproducing. I don't remember that stack on your desk being there yesterday."

"Just great like I need another case." Harry put his suitcase down and sat at the desk ready to review the new file but Neville burst through the door before he could even start reading it.

"Harry there you are! Come we've got to go! There's been a murder just outside of Pines Burrow. We think it's him!"

"Alright let's go!" Harry and Ron practically ran out the door. They have been hunting down a serial killer for about a year now. He always makes an appearance outside of small towns and this time harry was going to get him. This guy was good never left any evidence, no trace that he was even there, nothing but the bodies. It took twenty minutes with Ron's crazy driving to get there.

"Harry this doesn't seem right he never picks hotels." Harry just nodded his head deep in thought and walked towards the entrance.

There where auror's everywhere questioning all the guests and staff. The place wasn't fancy and was only one story and had about 20 rooms but seemed decent enough. They walked over to where they saw Kingsley talking to what looked to be the manager. Kingsley looked even worse for wear and a little shaken up, to their surprise.

"I'm sorry to do this to you both but in room 203 you will find the bodies, though I must warn you it's pretty bad. I've got to go to another scene so I'll leave you boys to it." Kingsley rushed out the front doors without even looking at the pair.

They watched as the man walked away in shock.

"Wow, must be brutal to shake Kingsley." Harry said still a little awestruck. In all the time working together Kingsley never left early no matter where he had to be or what he had to do, he was always the last man to leave a scene. Harry though nervous couldn't help but be a little curious as to what was waiting for them in 203.

"It can't be that bad. Can it Harry?" Ron shakily asked.

"Let's just get this over with." Harry said pushing his nervousness aside.

Both boys followed the hall to the room noticing a small trail of blood on their way and a bloody shoe print by the door of the room.

"Do you think it's the killer's blood" Harry asked a little hopeful.

"I don't know he usually doesn't leave a trail of any kind."

"Maybe this time was different. The victims could have put up one hell of a fight." Harry knew he was being farfetched but if that was the case then they finally had something else to go off of. Walking in to the entrance hall of the room the smell hit them hard. The whole place smelt of blood and death. There was blood all over the walls as far as they could tell.

"Well there was clearly a fight." Ron said covering his nose walking further in to the room Harry following behind. Furniture was broken and scattered all across the room, the T.V. was on the floor glass shattered, a vase that held flowers that once may have been beautiful was destroyed and the flowers drenched in blood. The pictures that were hanging on the walls where either barely holding on or flung about the room. Turning the corner to look at the bed they nearly threw up at the scene. There was Theodore Nott's body lying in the center of the bed torn open organs exposed and some lying on the bed. There where cuts running all over his arms and hands and his leg was bent in a way that clearly showed it was badly broken. Blood stained the bed and floors, chairs where turned up and broken. The only thing in the room that seemed to live was a white chair and table in the far right corner of the room. The table cloth was strangely free of blood.

"Harry you have to come see this!" Ron called from the bathroom door across the room.

Walking in to the bathroom the first thing he noticed was the floor did not have a clean spot on it. The walls were covered in bloody hand prints and splatter as far as the eye could see.

"There's no possible way this much blood could be from Theodore alone." Harry whispered. "What's behind the curtain?" Ron shook his head frozen at the gruesome sight. Harry took a shaky breath and stepped in to the room staining his shoes with blood. He hesitantly pulled his gloves on and slowly started to pull the curtain back not wanting to see but knowing he was going to have to.

His mind immediately shut down his world started to spin. He began coughing and gaging. Not wanting to be in the room any longer he ran out of the room not caring how bad he looked to all the people in the hotel lobby. He kept running until he burst through the front doors leading to outside. He pulled off his gloves and closed his eyes taking deep breaths trying to forget what he saw. Behind his eyelids the scene kept popping up in his mind pulling a groan from his lips. A few moments later Ron ran outside and emptied the content of his stomach in to the grass. Harry pulled out his cigarettes not caring about his promise to Herminie to quit.

"Good lord mate! I couldn't even tell who that guy was! What kind of sick fuck could do this?" Ron yelled between gasps of air. Harry could barely contain his anger and disgust.

"I don't know but you can damn well bet that I will find him and make him suffer! This case is now our top priority!" Harry put out his cigarette and walked back inside thoroughly pissed off. This was the worst crime he had ever seen it was obvious they both suffered before they had the release of death. To make it worse one of them was Theodore Nott, someone he went to school with. Yah, they may not have always gotten along but he didn't deserve to die like that and it was a pretty safe bet the other body was someone he knew as well. Just the thought of the other body in the tub enraged him. He couldn't explain it but for some reason he felt like this case was personal. Standing in the lobby he began looking for anything he could use. Now that he was focused ideas began hitting him full force. He remembered seeing cameras in the hallways facing the exits of the hotel and was hoping the killer got sloppy.

"Neville! I need the video feed from all hallways and the lobby; I need the guest registry files and all the photos from the room and hallways on my desk as soon as possible. And someone get me Draco Malfoy!" Everyone in the room took immediateaction. Ron stood behind Harry slightly confused.

"Malfoy? Why do we need him?"

"Because Ron, Nott and Malfoy are close he might know of some enemies or even be a part of this." Harry said as they walked out of the building and in to the car trying to avoid the newly begun rain storm.

"Plus we need someone to identify the bodies." In that moment even Ron felt bad for Malfoy.

Draco's POV

I was rushing through the dirt path. Just keep running I told myself, don't look back, and keep pushing forward, I just have to make it through the forest. My lungs were on fire and I was dizzy with exhaustion but I keep on running. My bleeding leg was stinging with every move I made. The trees around me digging in to my skin as I went but I couldn't stop he will kill me for what I have seen, for who I am. Nowhere is safe for me, no one will help me let alone believe me. After the war anyone from the house of slitherine is not trusted only tolerated. We live in a world of constant hatred all of us are unwanted and blamed for the war in some way whether we participated or not.

I finally burst through the trees and was met with the river just outside the small town. I heard rustling through the forest and knew my pursuer was close by. Without any second thoughts I jumped in to the river right as the rain began to fall.