Hello everyone! So I had the idea for this fic when I was studying for finals, weird huh?, and couldn't help but write it down. Do not fret, I have the plot written so I will make periodic 2 week updates or let you know if it will be longer.

Summary: Fourth year is a year full of trials for Harry. The tournament, loss of friends, and a huge secret that he has been holding for two years. Will that secret keep him safe, or cause his life to be turned upside down? SubHarry, EvilDumbles, mpreg eventually.

This is a Drarry fic so if you don't like it, don't read it. It is with a submissive Harry and Dominant Draco. There will be Weasley, Hermione, and Dumbledore bashing. Other couples ainclude SB/RL, LV/SS, LM/NM, NL/LL, GW/BZ, and possibly more as I write on, or they might change, WHO KNOWS! Haha It is rated M for a reason, so you have been warned.

I hope you enjoy the fic! Please review and read my other story, True Heart of Darkness!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter. Characters and main plot are property of J.K. Rowling. However, in this story the main plot will be manipulated to fit my imagination.

Secret Keeper: Chapter One

And So It Begins

He didn't know how it happened. It couldn't have happened! Sure he had made jokes with the others about how the idea of being a champion would be cool, but he had been telling the truth when he said if he had a choice he would not put his name in. He already had 'Eternal Glory' and fame, why would he need anymore? He had been in shock when his name had been called, and was sure he would have stayed frozen had Hermione not shoved him forward. He caught the other students glares and hateful words as he had entered the chamber. He had given them all apologetic looks, he felt bad. Somehow he always had to swoop in and be involved. The teachers had interrogated him, of coarse believing him to be a liar without cause. But why had someone done this, why? All he wanted this year was relaxation and spending time with those he loved. Though of coarse he was never left out of anything dangerous or life threatening. No, never.

He made his way from the chamber after the meeting in a daze, walking slowly through the hallways and up the moving stairs. It was vacant of students, since they were most likely celebrating or gossiping in their various common rooms. As he made his way up the last staircase he ran a hand nervously through his hair. He took a deep breath and faced the Fat Lady portrait.

"Fizzing Wizzbies" He said and the portrait only took a moment to swing open and grant him entrance. He could hear the other Gryffindor's talking loudly from inside and almost just turned around, not wanting to deal with their questions. Though in the end he deciding to face the music and walked through the opening. Immediately the whispers stopped, the room going silent. He met the faces of various ages, scowls or glares his only greeting. He spotted the twins in the corner, the only ones with looks of concern. A moment passed then some of his dorm mates rushed over to him, bombarding him with questions.

"How did you get past the age line?"

"Did you get someone else to put you in?"

"Why didn't you let us know your big secret?"

"How did you do it?"

He lost himself as the rest of the room started shouting angry questions once his 'friends' had started asking about it. He sighed, becoming angry and shouted.

"Shut up!" He got the right reaction. Everyone just stared at him, waiting for answers. He ran a hand through his unruly hair before answering.

"Look, I didn't put my name in the goblet. I promise, I don't want glory or fame. I certainly do not want to risk my life over a game where I could die. I didn't do it!" He said in desperation. This was his house, if they didn't believe him, he didn't know what he would do. He saw the twins in the corner, still looking as if they wanted to help, but Harry knew they couldn't right now. And he didn't want them to, he knew they believed him. It was everyone else he was worried about.

"Sure, that's just what you want us to believe! Why don't you just tell us how you did it?" yelled a male voice from the crowd. Murmurs of agreement followed the outburst from others in the room.

"I can't tell you how because I don't know how it happened. I didn't put my name in," He said exasperated and saddened that no one would believe him. He heard another voice scoff.

"Whatever Potter, your just a cheat and a liar." More glares came his way but he just gave up and glared back. When he saw there was no way he could change their minds his stomach dropped. He hardened his eyes and pushed through people to make it to his dorm room. Before he left he shouted back.

"Fine, don't believe me! But I didn't put my name in that goblet!" Then turned and climbed the stairs to his dorm room. He hoped that maybe he had gotten someone to believe him, anyone. He walked into the large room, expecting it to be empty, to find Ron sitting on the edge of his bed. Harry sighed in relief and made to approach him, but staggered as his best friend glared at him. He could feel the anger and hatred coming from those eyes, the eyes of his friend. Harry stopped advancing, worried.

"Ron?" He said hesitantly. The red head only glared harder.

"Why didn't you tell me you put your name in? I thought you would have at least told your supposed best mate." He laughed, but it was full of mirth. He went on, not letting Harry get a word in to defend himself.

"But I guess I'm just not good enough huh? I risk my life for you over the past three years, but I'm still not good enough for the great Harry Potter. Well guess what I'm done." He stood and started getting into his bed. Harry's blood went cold and he tried to tell him the truth.

"Ron, I didn't do it I promise. I would never do this, you know I wouldn't. I don't want to risk my life for something as stupid as this tournament. I thought you were my friend!" he said as tears started to sting his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry in front of Ron. He couldn't show his weakness, especially now as he saw even his best mate wouldn't believe him. Ron had his back to him, about to pull the curtains closed around his bed.

"I guess you thought wrong then Potter." Was all he said as he shut the curtains. Harry heard him shuffle and then stop as he made it into the bed. Without a moments pause Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and ran out of the room throwing it over his shoulders. He made his way, invisibly, past the people still in the common room. Occasionally running into someone, but to far-gone to realize it. He caught them talking about him, and it was nothing nice. He flew out the portrait and ran his way to the Room of Requirement.

By the time he made it there his eyes were stinging again and he paced quickly in front of the wall. As soon as the door appeared he opened it and rushed through. The rom was furnished with a couch, table and kitchen off to the side. And lastly a large fireplace, right in front of the couch. He pulled the cloak off and saw a head of pure blonde standing in front of the room's fireplace. He gasped and saw the person turn to the door. As soon as Harry saw those stormy grey eyes he let out a small sob and ran to them. He flew into the others open arms and started crying. He felt those arms wrap around his waist and soothing words in his ear as the other led him to the couch just behind them. He felt safer, but still couldn't help the sobs that wracked his body and escaped his lips. His tears flowing strong as he buried his face into the chest of the other. As they reached the couch Harry curled up onto the others lap and just let himself be held as he cried.

After a few minutes his sobs turned to small sniffles and his breathing had calmed down.

"Are you feeling better now?" The other, now revealed as a boy, said. Harry nodded his head.

"Can I ask why you ended up in the tournament? " Harry paled and stuttered in sadness as more tears fell. Great even his angel didn't believe him. The other boy quickly saw his mistake and shushed him.

"Shh, no you misunderstood. I believe you when you say you didn't do it Harry. We talked many times if you remember about how stupid we thought the tournament really was. Stupid and Dangerous. I only want to know how you think it got in there. I believe you Harry, I promise." Harry smiled at the boy he was cuddled on and gave a sigh of relief.

"I really don't know how it happened or who did it. I'm just scared. What if whoever did this is trying to kill me like everyone else. What do I do?" He felt so vulnerable, and the other boy hated seeing him like this. He loved the strong, rebellious, reckless Harry. This was the Harry he saw and he began to realize exactly what kind of damage Harry's uncle and aunt had on his early life. He pulled the small boy closer to him.

"I'll tell you what we do. We plan out these task, we work together to get through them, and you survive this tournament. I will not let you die, do you hear me?" He felt Harry nod on his chest and then moved them so that the Harry was lying on top of him. He pulled out his wand and expanded the couch, making it the size of a queen bed. Harry snuggled into his chest, burying his face in the crook of the taller boys neck and shoulder, and gave a content sigh. The other boy summoned a blanket and wrapped them up in it, content to sleep here for the night. He pulled Harry closer, tangling their legs together and giving him a small kiss on his temple.

"Thank you Dray" Harry said before he fell into a deep sleep, the days' events and crying catching up to him.

Draco Malfoy gave a small smile and held the other boy tighter, making a metal promise to keep him safe.

"Always Harry," He said to the sleeping boy in his arms. He closed his eyes and drifted off to a content sleep. Both unaware of the true trials to be faced.

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AHH! I know short opening, but there is more to come. I just thought to give a little tester to see how people like it Let me know what you think!

Kakeru