The Golden Boy Not so Crazy After All?
Or is it All a Lie?
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back! There was a mighty battle between good and evil not so long ago in the Ministry of Magic.
Teenagers rushed into a fight they had somehow managed to find before the Aurors.
Death Eaters came and fought the teenagers, with the Aurors barely arriving in time to stop any serious damage to occur to the building or to the children.
All present at the time claim that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back.
But this reporter thinks differently! After all, everyone who was present at the time were Harry Potter, his friends, Albus Dumbledore's followers and people from the Ministry who can be persuaded to lie. This reporter feels that the public should not be fooled into thinking that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back so that the Golden Boy of -
"I've had enough," Harry pushed back from the table, his hands smacking on top of the wood. "I'm done, 'Mione. I refuse to... I can't... I won't..." He pulled at his black hair, scowling at everything.
"It's alright, Harry," Hermione murmured, patting his back. She sat beside him, her eyes roaming the beat down old motel they were staying at.
He cringed before slowly placing his forehead down on the table. "I don't want to deal with them anymore," he whispered.
It was all too much. At first the magical world was his hope for a new chance at life. Everything was shiny and new. It was somewhere he could be away from the Dursleys and their lifestyle.
His emerald eyes drifted to his ratted clothing that covered every inch of him except his face. A dark hoodie was pulled up to keep him covered in shadows, his fingers still embedded in his hair.
"I know, Harry. You don't have to."
But then Dumbledore intervened. The older wizard always kept things from him. Kept sending him back to the Dursleys for his 'protection'. Harry sneered at the thought, standing up to pace.
Then the magical world seemed to hold him back. As soon as he felt like he was learning something, there was something else that was kept from him. He wanted to tap into his magic and become more than he was.
His fingers clutched at the letter in his hands. "Is this the way to do it, Hermione?"
And Ron. His friend. His supposed best mate. He had been spying on him for Dumbledore. Whatever Harry did, Ron went and told the old coot. When he told him what had happened at the Dursleys, Ron had acted how a mate should have: outraged on Harry's behalf.
But then, not even two hours later, Harry had been called into the Headmaster's office. And there, Dumbledore had asked him to stop exaggerating the truth.
"I don't know, but you know I'll be here for you. No matter what."
Pausing, Harry unfurled his fingers to stare at the seemingly innocent paper. The paper that could possibly change their lives.
Or kill them.
But if they survived… if they survived new avenues would be open to them. New things to learn, more power, no more Dursleys, no more pain, no more weakness.
"Then lets send it."
Draco peered at the letter with his name scrawled on it. The handwriting looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
Shrugging, Draco handed the Barn Owl a treat before it flew on top of his drawer and waited, eyes drilled on him.
So it wanted an answer.
With a roll of his eyes, he flopped onto his bed, opened the envelope and brought the spare bit of parchment closer to his face to read.
Malfoy,
I don't suppose you were expecting a letter from me, ever. But things have come up and what I want is no longer what others want me to want.
Draco sneered at the appalling sentence, but continued to read.
I wish for an audience with the Dark Lord. As such, I will meet you somewhere and, as I will be with one other person, we will both surrender our wands at that point and time.
Sitting up, Draco clutched the paper and stared wide eyed at the writing.
Give me a time and place, we will meet you there.
Harry Potter
P.S. There is also a charm on here that makes it impossible to write a lie, Hermione's just brilliant like that. And, as such, no one will be warned about this meeting, just me and my companion.
You should try writing a lie, it'll change into a truth.
Draco stared at the paper, head cocked to the side before a smirk spread over his face. He grabbed a quill and tried to write Potter's a Hufflepuff, but it quickly changed to Potter's a Gryffindor.
His smirk morphed into a wide grind, his thoughts going to handing over Potter to the Dark Lord.
A/N: IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Hi everyone! if you haven't seen my profile, then let me tell you what I'm doing. This is the first of 5 stories I'm posting today. I've been stuck on writing because I've been juggling between all the stories in my head. I'm going to focus on the story that gets the most views/follows/favorites/reviews ect ect. in the next week. I'll be doing a tally on 2-25-18.
This one is special because I'm putting up three chapters instead of two. Why? Tthe POV is going to go back and forth between three characters. The first is, obviously, Harry. The second is Draco - though his point of view isn't going to be seen all that often. The third is Remus - could you tell by the characters? Hopefully you all won't be too confused when I jump from person to person.
This is going to be very, very AU.
There will be OOC moments in some/most aspects of the characters. I mean, come on. Hermione and Harry willing to go to Voldemort? And them not being automatically killed? Case in point.
Another admission: this story doesn't have much plot, well - not until later, at least, and that was on accident. This is the first time I've tried something like this, I think it's called a Crack Fic? But hey, my mom adores this story so I must have done something right.
Most chapters are short (I've already written 27 of them).
Also, this fic was written because of Behind the Mask - yep, I started this chapter on Dec 20, 2012 (holy cow that was just over five years ago o.O ) There was a lot going on in that fic that this just came out because of all the angst. There might be parts that don't make sense so I apologize in advance.
This fic has no pairings.
I think that's it…
Oh! This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine (which is probably a lot) :D