One From the Founders Four

Summary: As Harry and Draco enter their Sixth year at Hogwarts they discovers many hidden secrets, powers, and prophecies leading them to find new friends, new family members, and new responsibilities. Slash HD.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Many of the ideas or characters I write about I get from other fanfictions.

"Quotations means someone is speaking"

'Apostrophes means someone is thinking'

Prologue

-Changes-

Draco's P.O.V.

Dusk settled about the Malfoy Manor on June 6th, bringing an eerie calm with it. Inside the manor a party was in full swing for young Draco Malfoy's 16th birthday. Everyone gathered around Draco and counted down while he waited to blow out the candles on his cake and make a wish.

Excitement shone in Draco's eyes though he managed to keep perfect control over the rest of his body. After today he would be considered an adult, although he wouldn't be a legal one until his seventeenth birthday. It seemed that while the ministry saw fit to give children their inheritance on their sixteenth birthday, they didn't see fit to give them the ability to use it or have any of the other privileges adult wizards had.

Even though this was true, Draco knew his birthday would be special. An ancient spell running through pureblood veins would choose him this year. He knew it. His father had told him some of the specifics. When his pureblood ancestors had felt that the bloodlines were being tainted by muggles they devised a spell that would choose a person to keep alive all the magical traditions. The traditions had been in place since the beginning of time, but only the purebloods had any knowledge of them. This year one to three children would be chosen to receive special powers on their sixteenth birthday this happens every decade and those chosen would have the full rights of any adult wizard. It was well known that only the most powerful children received these powers, and Draco knew he was powerful. It was rumored that only the purest beings were chosen, but that was just a rumor.

Draco hid a smirk as he considered what his father had told him repeatedly, "You'll be chosen Draco," 'Of course I'll be chosen why do you even have to bother telling me that' Draco had thought. "And when you do it will be time for you to go to the Dark Lord and receive your mark. You'll be very useful to him; you'll probably become part of his inner circle very quickly. Don't disappoint me Draco." And he ended it with a cold frown at Draco. Draco had to hide a grimace as he thought of the last part. He had no intention of serving the Dark Lord. He was no ones slave, he was a Malfoy and Malfoy's bowed to no one.

It was almost time, Draco drew in a breath and blew. The flames fluttered a little before they died and then he saw and heard no more.

Everyone started when Draco Malfoy promptly fainted as the candles went out. It was Draco's father who recovered first, snapping his fingers and calling for a house elf. At the same time a clap of thunder sounded outside and the lights flickered. A moment later a house elf appeared.

"Take Draco up to his room and set him in bed," Lucious Malfoy ordered before turning to his guests. "Would everyone please retire to the dining room? We have a meal prepared and I'm sure Draco wouldn't want you to starve because of him.

At this point the air pressure began to increase rapidly causing everyone to gasp for air. A few seconds later it peaked and release the pressure, and everything went black…