Disclaimer: This story is not associated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros or any other company. I am merely borrowing her characters and putting them in a world that I control. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I intend to steal it from J.K. Rowling. Thank you.

WARNING! May contain SWEARS. And VIOLENCE. Possible lemons in the future. Not intended for readers under the age of 13. DUMBLEDORE BASHING. WEASLEY BASHING. And other bashing in the future.

Chapter 1: Go To Sleep, My Love

Harry Potter is tired of being treated like an innocent child. He's tired of people looking at him like he's a wounded puppy but then expects him to just stand up and save the Wizarding World from Lord Voldemort. What if he doesn't want to stand up to the Dark Lord? What if he wants to join him in destroying the world? All his previous years at Hogwarts he had been taught to hate, fear and fight the Dark Lord (also known as Tom Riddle). When he arrived at Hogwarts, he had been told and made to believe that a dark wizard (probably the darkest wizard in current history) killed his parents making him an orphan to live in a muggle family, specifically his mother's sister. He was made to believe that this certain dark wizard tried to kill him when he was just a year old. And most importantly, he was made to believe that only he can kill the certain dark wizard known as Voldemort. But Harry is tired of all their shit. He's tired of being the Golden Boy. He's tired of being loved just because he's famous and not by being himself. He's tired of all of it.

And that is how we come to this part of the story where Harry Potter finds himself in the middle of the London streets, having run away from Grimmauld Place.

30 minutes earlier…

"Harry, Ron, Hermione… You go upstairs now, Fred, George and Ginny too." Mrs Weasley said as they were ushered out of the kitchen. The Order of the Phoenix were about to have another meeting. And they're shunning Harry out of it. Harry Potter, the boy who just saw his godfather (the only family he's got) die without leaving any evidence of his death. Harry Potter, the boy who escaped the clutches of the Dark Lord once again. Harry Potter, the boy who is destined to kill the Dark Lord. Neither can live while the other survives.

But he won't have any of that. He won't be shunned out of any other Order meeting. Not after he faced Voldemort the second time.

"NO!" he yelled out. Everyone froze. Well, everyone except Moody's electric blue eye that is.

"Harry…" Hermione murmured. "Come on…"

"NO! I WON'T BE LEFT OUT OF ANY MEETING ABOUT VOLDEMORT AGAIN!" Harry yelled. Everyone cringed at the name. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE I'M AN INNOCENT CHILD! I JUST WITNESSED MY GODFATHER DIE! YOU DON'T EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT AROUND AND PLAY HERO AFTER THAT! I DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE I'M WEAK OR NOT TO BE TRUSTED! IF YOU CAN'T HAVE A MEETING WHILE WE'RE ALL HERE, THEN I DON'T CARE! WE'RE GONNA STAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

"Harry… calm down, mate." Ron said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. The boy didn't seem to calm down at any rate whatsoever.

Harry began his little outrage because he wanted to stay for the meeting but with after every word that he had said, he found that he couldn't stay near anyone that has something to do with the Order anymore. After a few seconds of silence, he ran out of the kitchen of Grimmauld Place and out the front door. He didn't stopped there, however, he continued to run away from the house and into the busier streets of London where he knows no Order member would dare to venture to.

When Harry left, there were a few minutes of stunned silence before one of the twins broke it.

"Did you see his eyes?" Fred whispered to his twin brother.

"They were as blue as ice." George said in a hushed tone.

IT was only when he was breathing heavily that Harry Potter realized that he had nowhere to go. His rage quickly turned into sadness with a hint of guilt. The guilt was quickly replaced by regret of leaving his friends. Then the regret was replaced with anger. He could feel it running through his veins, the air around him sizzling with rage. He just wanted a place where he truly belongs, place where no one treats him like an innocent boy, where no one likes him just because he's the "Boy-Who-Lived". Harry closed his eyes as the anger and sadness were giving him a massive headache. He screamed out loud (luckily the street was deserted), so loud that he could almost feel the ground shaking and quivering. His magic was making him feel alive. Suddenly, he felt the atmosphere shift.

You could imagine Harry's surprise when he opened his eyes and found himself in a place so far away from London. Well, he guessed that it was far away from London. He was in a place he's not familiar with. Did he just apparated? Just by himself? How curious.

He looked around and was very surprised to find himself in the middle of a courtroom with almost 20 or more Deatheaters gathered in it including the Malfoys (his heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on Draco Malfoy whom he secretly fancied since 3rd year), the Lestranges and other wealthy pureblood families. Oddly, they were all silent. Even the Dark Lord himself who was sitting on the far end of the room

"It's Harry Potter, my lord!" a Deatheater nearest to him suddenly announced.

"Potter? Surely he doesn't have a death wish." Voldemort spoke out. His voice was different for Harry yet familiar at the same time. It wasn't cold or menacing. It sounded almost human. As if he has a nose. "Bring him here!"

Three Deatheaters rounded up on him and grabbed him by the arm. Acting on instinct, he grabbed his wand from his back pocket was just thinking about how the Reducto spell can knock these Deatheaters down for good when it just happened. He hasn't even casted a single spell but the three Deatheaters that grabbed him, plus several more near him, were just knocked out as if they were hit with something that sent them 10 feet away or more from their original position.

Suddenly all of the Deatheaters in the room were running towards Harry's direction sending off curses, jinxes and hexes.

"Protego!" he casted a blocking charm. Why can't all of these Deatheaters be still for one moment?! Can they just be hit with a Body-Binding jinx all at once?! His plea had been answered when all of the Deatheaters charging at him suddenly stopped and fell to the ground, frozen with movement only coming from their confused eyes.

To say that the Dark Lord was surprised was an extreme understatement. In his shock, Voldemort stood up from his seat to see what had happened to his followers. It was only then that Harry got sight of the Dark Lord.

"Whoa…" Harry muttered as he saw how Voldemort had changed. His eyes were still red but his face was very different. It was the same face that he came across in his 2nd year in the Chamber of Secrets. It was 16-year-old Tom Riddle and not the bad and nose less Voldemort he had saw in the graveyard in his 4th year.

"Yes, Potter. I see that you have seen my… change in appearance. I quite like it myself actually." Tom Riddle smirked. But it was not a scary smirk. It was a teasing one.

"B-But…how…why…AAAAARGH!" Harry started to ask question but there was suddenly a head-splitting pain on his scar. It burned like a Fiendfyre was casted on it. It burned with a prickling pain that Harry actually clutched his head and started to scream. Even if he forced his mind to conjure up images of Draco's solemn face, the pain from his scar was too extreme and painful for him to handle.

"What's happening to him?!" Harry heard a familiar voice, not Riddle's, speak in the background. It was rather faint and sounded so far away he couldn't recognize whose it was.

The pain was becoming unbearable that Harry could feel himself slipping out of consciousness. No. He can't pass out in here. He will surely be dead in a minute maybe half a minute. He prayed that his weird wandless and voiceless magic would save him but he didn't feel the atmosphere shift. Now he would never admit his feeling for Draco.

Within 10 seconds, Harry's screaming suddenly stopped and he fell to the ground unconscious.

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Draco Malfoy didn't know what he was feeling but he's worried about Harry Potter, the boy whom he tormented for almost 4 years and who rejected his friendship in first year. Yet his heart was aching at the sight of the boy wrenching on the floor in agony.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HIM?!" Draco yelled out without thinking. His parents looked at him weirdly but he found that, at the moment, he didn't care.

Suddenly, Harry's screaming just stopped. It didn't soften down. It just stopped like there was a switch turned on. And the next thing he saw made Draco's heart wrench even more. Harry Potter was lying on the floor, unconscious and helpless with his scar burning a bright red. He had the need to pick Harry up himself from the floor but then his mind and rational thinking protested. His parents would know something is up with their son. Bloody hell, they already know something is up with the way Draco screamed in concern for Harry Potter.

"What will we do with him, my lord?" Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy was the first to break the silence that occurred for a few moments.

It is shocking how everything had changed within a matter of days. A week ago, the Dark Lord was planning his attack on Hogwarts and how Dumbledore should die but then he made Severus check up on his [the Dark Lord's] memory. Apparently, he kept on forgetting the names of his followers and also his well detailed plans. When Severus Snape informed Voldemort that he had been casted with a strong memory blocking charm, he instantly made his most loyal servant remove it. Apparently, his memory about killing the Potters was not real. Also, him [the Dark Lord] being a ruthless, heartless, and cold-blooded murderer was a lie. He hasn't killed anyone except his muggle father's family. In addition to that, the Dark Lord believed that he had friends. Actual friends who didn't care about his blood status or that he's a Slytherin and they are Gryffindors. Close friends like Lily Evans, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Not Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew has been and always will be a scoundrel in Tom Riddle's eyes.

Tom was still in the "recovering" phase. He was dumbstruck after all the real memories rushed into his mind. He instantly sought after his horcruxes and destroyed them. After that, Tom Riddle hired a skilled healer to make his face return into its humane state. The only thing that didn't change was Riddle's hatred for muggles and muggleborns and his fear and hatred for Dumbledore. They [the Dark Lord and his followers] were discussing about their change of plans when Potter popped in out of nowhere.

"Put him in one of the bedrooms. Find out what's wrong with him. Treat him if you must. I'll explain everything to him later on." Tom Riddle said with a frown as he rubbed his temples.

"Yes, my lord." Narcissa Malfoy said before turning to her husband and son. "Come on, you two, help me carry him."

Now, usually, Lucius Malfoy would have shouted in protest about this but unless he wanted to be crucio-d, he just kept his mouth shut. Draco, on the other hand, was still confused. He moved based on his sub-conscious and without that much of a thought.

The two Malfoys carried Harry Potter to a suite in the Guest's Wing of the house before settling him on the bed and letting Narcissa work on the boy's condition.

Draco Malfoy proceeded to the library in the dungeons to calm himself and think.

Why was he so concerned for Potter's well-being? A few days ago, he might have hexed the dark haired boy into oblivion but now… just because of his scar… and his pain.

Author's Note: This is my FIRST story to be published here on Fanfiction . net. After reading fanfics for almost 5 years, I have FINALLY gathered up the will to publish a story of my own.

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Strange Slytherin