Unlikely Companions Chapter 1: Introduction, a harry potter fanfic

Revised version of Chapter 1!

A/N: It's my first try to replace a chapter, therefore I might not do it with the other chapters that have not yet been revised.

Unlikely Companions:

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: Books 1-4 Slash HP/DM, some harsh language, probably violence, great character changes, characters death

I just started this fic and it will be rated R, although not all the chapters will require this rating.
If the story decides to move on in a different direction (I know that I don't have a saying in this.)
I will change this warning so keep checking it.

Summary:

The last battle has been fought. Harry survived, but he is not the person he used to be. He forgot everything about his past. The sad things as well as the good things. He has to learn everything again. Almost like a child. But the keyword is ALMOST. The only person he trusts is Draco Malfoy. For Draco it's a difficult time, he has to adjust to a completely different situation. Now he has to care for somebody else. And what happens, when he starts to have certain feelings towards a certain boy?

Summary:

Chapter 1: Introduction

The bundle on the floor shivered and then moaned. Draco Malfoy groaned once again and flipped over onto his back, which caused even more pain.

'At least I'm alive and free to move on with my life.'

He looked around and grunted when he saw the ruins of the place that was once his home – Malfoy Manor.

Not that he regretted turning to the side of Light. He was just not the kind of person that served somebody like the Dark Lord. Draco forced a grin on his pale face, when he thought about the irony of it all.

'Father raised me to be a Malfoy with all the pride and glamour, to be a true Malfoy. He obviously forgot that a Malfoy bowed to no man. No one with so much pride would ever serve someone else. Especially when the Dark Lord gave nothing in return. So, in a way he caused his master's downfall.'

Pain flared, making him grimace, as he shifted restlessly. The true nature of his situation came to light and he frowned as he considered what he had to do next.

He would have to go through the corpses in order to see who was still alive and, who wasn't. Any surviving Death Eaters would have to be restrained while others would need somebody to take care of them.

He tried to get up, but fell back to the ground. The young Malfoy was weak and in pain, but he thought that it could have been worse. He ground his teeth together and pushed himself up to his feet through sheer determination. He was not going to lie down like a cripple and wait for someone to rescue him. He still had his pride, even if everything else was gone.

Draco looked around and checked the people around him. He had arrived late in the battle and had joined two Aurors who were fighting ten Death Eaters on the front lawn of the Malfoy Estate.

'Great' he thought, 'I could have done so much more, but Dumbledore decided to protect me and locked me in that tiny storage room.' He wished people would stop to treat him like a little child. He had shown that he was capable of taking care of himself. He probably was even better in that than Potter. But everybody seemed to forget that.

The twelve people around him were dead, one of the Death Eaters lay close to a tree with a broken neck. The enormous blast that left him unconscious, must have knocked the other man against that tree.

The blast was the signal for the end of the battle. Potter must have vanquished the Dark Lord. Nothing else could have released so much energy in one go.

Draco decided to look for him and on his way he could check the bodies. It seemed that nobody of the light side had survived, although Draco noted that many of them were missing. Most likely they were chasing after the Death Eaters who had been able to escape. The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix would try to destroy evil once and for all.

Luckily Dumbledore forbade any students to be part of the battle or it would have been an even grater massacre. But he still saw some familiar faces. Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood, Hagrid, Mad Eye Moody, Professor Sprout and other people who he didn't know but had seen at the ministry.

Some part of Draco told him that he should be sad, that he should feel something, but he didn't.

He turned around a corner and stopped. 'Oh, so there were at least some students in the battle. Well, nobody would miss those bastards.' In front of him were quite a few students that used to be his housemates, some he knew better than others. A little bit to his left, were Crabbe and Goyle. To his right lay a small figure that he recognised as Pansy Parkinson and as always Millicent Bulstrode wasn't far away at all. It seemed that Voldemort had used the students as a shield against the Aurors who had been trying to get in the building.

Apparently the main action had taken place in the library. From the looks of things, the Death Eaters must have been trying to defend the place, where their Dark Lord planned to rid himself of his nemesis. Draco knew about the plan, he had been the one, who warned the Order. He told them that Voldemort wanted to face Harry Potter alone. He was the one who was utterly taken aback, when he found out, that Potter would follow the Dark Lords plan. Everybody wanted this war to be over. But it seemed an awfully high risk, but Potter simply said that he would wait no longer.

'I think that he didn't care, if he died or not. All he wanted was his freedom. Oh, I felt the same, but for Potter it wasn't simply escaping a horrible family. No, he was constantly on the run, under attack or watched by everybody. No wonder that he just wanted to have this final confrontation. I guess that the extra training had paid off, but it still had to be seen, if he was able to survive this final fight.'

Draco came to the entrance of the library. Surprisingly this was the only part of the house that was still standing. All the protection spells that had been set up by each Malfoy generation must have been strong enough to stand up against the devastating blast. Just outside the door where more dead bodies than in the rest of the ruins.

When he tried to get to the door, he stumbled and looked down. He froze. There, just next to his feet was his mother. The only person, he ever loved. He had loved her so dearly, until he was old enough to see her true character and had found about some of the things that his parents were doing. But still she was the most important person in life. She was the one who gave him his life. He was at least grateful for this. Now she was dead. Dead and lying at his feet. A single tear escaped his eyes.

'Come on Draco, don't be silly. You should be happy that she is dead and not able to harm anybody else. Go on and look for our hero. See if he's still alive and able to enjoy his new fame as the one who vanquished Voldemort for good.'

He tried to open the door, but found it locked. By closer observation he had to see that somebody else must have tried to open it before. He even saw some curse marks. He grinned. Even when the Dark Lord was destroyed by a seventeen years old wizard, he was still one of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived on this planet. When he wanted a door to be closed, he would make sure that it stayed that way – even after his death.

Draco decided to look if the secret passage way to the library was locked, too. Maybe he was lucky. He turned around a corner and spoke the password to a statue of his great grandfather. Slowly an opening emerged in the wall. As soon as it was wide enough for him, Draco slipped trough it. When he arrived in the enormous oval room, he was shocked. Apparently the protecting spells were strong enough to keep the walls up, but most of the ceiling had fallen down and everything in the library had been burned. Absolutely everything was black, the walls, the floor and the little what he could see from the ceiling. The shelves and the books where nothing more than dust.

But there was one exception – in the middle of the room was something on the floor. Draco stepped closer. Now he could see a mess of black hair.

'Potter. Is he dead? Or just unconscious?' ….

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