Hello all, I've finally decided to give back and write my own Harry Potter Fan Fic, although I'm a bit of a Draco fan. So all you Draco fans out there, he features quite a lot in this story, as does Harry. As always the first chapter is just introducing everything, so no really juicy stuff yet, but the second chapter is ripe with it (ready in a few days). And of cause; DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the creation owned by JK Rowling. All characters, except mine, are hers. It's just a plot that I thought up. No harm intended. I'm not making money off this. Get over it. (

Anyway I hope you enjoy, please review, it'll make me write faster. I even like unconstructive flames; it makes me write harder and faster just to piss you off!

Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!

Chapter one: Darkness sparks.

Corv Prime, on the outside, looked like any other eleven year old boy. Other that what you are probably thinking, Corven has an IQ that fly's past 200. Sitting cross legged on his bed, a finger twirling his dark brown hair, hunched over a book. The book was long since finished, as were many of its kind, their vast amount of information stored and ready for use. Corv was now just thinking about how he could use it. The book which he now had opened was the first he had read, and it had opened up a whole new section of the world that he had not known about, a world that would soon force its way of life upon him.

All his carefully thought out plans that he had made during his young life were now to all intensive purposes, useless. It didn't matter though; this new world had greater rewards. The very thought of it made him almost giggle with glee. Not a stupid eleven year old giggle, more like a mad genius who laughs at his own amazing genius, he almost felt sorry for the poor dopes he would walk over. It would take longer, in this new world, take time to feel the waters, who were the soft and gullible, who were the hard smart ones that were worth watching.

"Corven! Lunch is ready" Came the call of Corv's mom Lisa. A pleasant enough woman in her early thirties. She had an annoying habit of fussing over him though. Always trying to make sure that he was happy, worrying that he didn't play outside with the other neighbourhood kids enough, worrying that he spent too much time studying things, worrying that he wasn't social enough, worrying that he was going to get hurt one day from one of his multiple schemes. She was sometimes claustrophobically insufferable, but then she was his mum.

"Corven Prime! If you don't come down now I'll let Hg eat your lunch." Hmmmmm, Hg Wells was the last member of their little family, an extremely large tan Great Dane. He had an apatite to eat the whole neighbourhood's lunch. There was a constant battle between him and Corven, the dam dog was just too big to be pushed around, so mental games were your only solution, and he was a very cleaver dog. 'Lassy has nothing on him' Corv thought with a smirk. "I'm there in a sec mom!" He said in his usual calm calculating voice.

Corven didn't remember his father, there was a picture in the living room of him. Same dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. It was a cold hard face that stared back at anyone who looked at the picture. Corv's mom said that his father didn't mean to look so cold, it was just that he was very intelligent and had a lot on his mind. She had shown him another one though, another one in which he was smiling. It made Corven smile just to look at it. He had died before Corven was born, leaving a lot of money for Corven's mom to take care of their son. It was also part of this money that had been the start up money for his schemes.

He raced out his room and down the stairs of their house, jumping the last five so that he could save his hotdogs from Hg who was in the process of sniffing them out. "We're out here honey." His mom called out. Corv grabbed his plate and went outside to the porch where his mom and grandparents were. He was immediately bombarded by comments and questions from his grandparents; "We finally get to see our grandson." And "Honestly Lisa my dear, you should get him out of his room more often." And "Corven my deary, have you joined a sports club yet, build some muscle on that frame of yours. It's not good to wither away in your room." And "Corven, did you get those comics that your grandpa bought for you? That's the stuff you should be reading, not the stuff you make your poor mom buy for you, don't you think?"

It was like this every Sunday lunch, only now it was worse. The had heard about his leaving to boarding school. It was a miracle that Corven hadn't told the 'poor deary' of a grandmother to sod off. And what was that comment about putting on some muscle? He wasn't skinny by any standards, yes he spent a lot of time in his room but he actually did do some exercise. A great and cunning mind is useless if it isn't supported by an equally capable body. And comics??? Please.

But he held his tongue for his mother's sake. They had talked about it. She was at least able to understand that he was not like normal kids, and he never would be, he didn't want to be. In the mean time he shot off polite replies and received thank you looks from his mom.

Half way through his second hot dog (and third or fourth fantasy about getting the old deary to shut up, his favourite was throwing her in the pool and drowning her while the whole world clapped and cheered his noble cause onward.) anyway half way through his second hotdog when the door bell rang. He rushed to the front door leaving the deary midway in advising him on how important it was to have a proper childhood blah blah blah.

He opened the door and was glad to see that it was Michael. Michael, the only person he could really call a friend. Since Corv didn't go to school, he didn't really meet a lot of other kids. He was home schooled, sort of. His mom would make him write a test once in a while and the rest of his time was spent on his schemes, the tests where just written to keep the authorities happy, can't have a child that doesn't have a proper education. He supposed he could have gone to one of those gifted schools, but what was the point? They were mostly nerds and probably wouldn't even match up to him in intelligence, they had no drive either.

Michael was different though, oh he didn't pretend he was clever or anything like that. They had actually met when as a favour his mom had told Mike's mom that he would tutor Mike, everyone knew about the strange clever kid. Mike had a personality that linked almost perfectly with Corv's very strange personality. But it was something more that that, almost like a certain magic existed between them. Ha, magic, who would have thought? "Hello Michel," Corven's mom said coming to the door. "We're just in the middle of lunch, would you like some hotdogs?" "Yes please Lisa." He said coming in and scratching Hg's ears. "Two enough?" He nodded. "We'll be up in my room mom." Corven said grabbing Mike's arm and pulling him up the stairs and into his room. Closing the door Corven turned to watch as Mike went over to his bed and picked up the book that sat open there. Mike lifted an eyebrow at the style of writing, finally closing it and reading the title out loud. "Hogwarts, a history. So you really are going then?" He said holding onto the book a little too tightly. Corven had been worried about this. One of the reasons that Mike stuck with him was that he really didn't fit in with the other kids. Corven was ninety percent sure that his friend was a gay, and about seventy percent sure that that gayness was directed at himself.

Corven went and sat on the bed. "Me and my mom are going to get my school stuff day after tomorrow, want to come with?" Mike sat down next to him and said in quiet voice, "Yes, but I'll have to miss school." There was a long and awkward silence, both boys intensely studying the posters on the wall, Mike kept on giving him quick glances. Mike was probably feeling hurt that he had received hardly any info on the school that Corven was going to. "The place we're going to day after tomorrow." Corven tried to explain, but was interrupted by the quick kiss that was landed upon his lips. "I'm gonna miss you." Mike said placing his hand over his friends. "Ahh Christ!" Corven exhaled as he fell back on the bed. 'Being a power hungry genius was hard when things like this happen' Corven thought. He didn't move his hand though.

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Servius Snape flowed through the dungeon corridors, his robes bellowing out to the side and behind him. Numbers were running through his head as he went over supplies for the upcoming year. He hated this time. A week before term started he literally had nothing better to do than do stock take. It was amazing how much the school went through even though the students were expected to have their own supplies.

His only happy thought that circulated was the fact that he had been able to penetrate into Voldemort's circle of cronies once again. It had taken some explaining and one or two harsh curses directed at other deatheaters, he always relished the chance to cause harm to those he despised, wretched fools, if only they weren't blinded by their own lust for power. But he finally got the point across that he was more valuable if he stuck in the background of things. Now was not the time to show his true colours.

Dumbledore had set him the task of learning how fast the Dark Lord was gaining power, and maybe stall it a bit while the head master rallied the troops of the Phoenix. Servious wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't extremely nervous about actually trying to stall the Dark Lord's plans, but since that utter fool Cornilius Fudge refused to believe that The Dark Lord had arisen, the phoenix's power was severely dampened. Add all that plus not getting Defence Against the Dark Arts job, mad Snape'y a very unhappy man.

One of the very few portraits that decorated the shadowy dungeon halls caught his eye. It had been a painting of a long forgotten wizard wearing a deep hooded robe, holding a wand in one hand, and a dagger in the other. The wizard stood amongst the remains of a medieval battle. Dead and dieing bodies were strewn around the wizard, yet there was a clear circle around him. It had a rune inscription which he hadn't bothered to translate yet.

The painting had always given the potions master a feeling of superiority, envisioning him to be that 'battle' wizard, always coming out of the battle unscathed. Unlike all the other portraits in the castle however, this one did not move. Snape had had it tested, it was indeed magical. He had always wondered why the battle wizard dressed in black didn't move. It added a certain elegance to the whole feeling, bringing a sense of calmness to ones self.

Yet as he looked at it now there was something quite different about the picture. One could now see the hooded wizards face. It sent a chill down the potion masters spine. A cold wicked face stared back at him. Cold blue eyes penetrated his very soul. The wizard started to smile. That smile drew the warmth out of the very corridor. "We must speak soon potions master." The portrait said in an amazingly warm voice. "About what. portrait?" Snape sneered back. Anger boiled up in him as he realized that he had actually been freaked out by the thing. "Why," It smirked back at him. "About how my House has arisen again."

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Draco stood daydreaming in Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions as his new school robes, of the fines cloth of cause, were being fitted for his fifth year. This past summer holiday had been. interesting. Lucius, his father, had been in a great mood (sarcasm), Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that. The whole Malfoy house hold knew by heart now of the circumstances which led to the defeat of the Dark Lord, again. Draco sneered, what a prat.

Anyway it seemed that all the Dark Lord's servants were catching a bit of flack now that their master was actually around. Lucius being high up on the ladder seemed to be taking the full dose, and as always his family caught the brunt of his obvious tension. Those special father son talks were gaining in numbers as well. You had better keep your grades up son. I don't want to hear stories about you destroying our family name. Act like a Malfoy boy, its your right. Don't let lesser people get in you way. His father could go on for hours lately. Draco suspected he was being primed to become a death eater. He would have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

It had got so bad that when an invitation from Parkinson inviting him over for the weekend arrived, he jumped at it just so he could get off the Malfoy manor. That was when the real trouble started. He had always known that she, like a lot of the Slytherin girls, had a crush on him. A cold shiver ran up his spine as he remembered how she had fumblingly kissed him. She had snuck up on him and WHAM planted a kiss on his lips. He felt nauseous as a flash back of the feeling of her tongue trying to get in his mouth resurfaced.

He had rushed back home and spent the rest of the holiday in his room, thinking. Pansy had opened a flood gate. He had always sort of known that girls really didn't interest him, and after what Pansy did, he knew that he wasn't interested in them. That got him to thinking, did he like boys? This very hour he had answered that question. While walking down Diagon Alley with his father, he had checked out the other boys who also shopping for school supplies. Fuck! He really liked looking at some of the guys. What to do now?

Pondering this train of thought, his mind totally unguarded, a really cute boy walked into the shop. His mind reeled as he realised it was non other that Potter, accompanied by his two lap dogs Granger and Weasley. He gave them the old Malfoy sneer, and then chucked to himself as he saw his father walking to the shop, carrying Draco's new school books. This should be interesting. "Going to get Potter's worn out robes fitted Weasley?" Draco drawled. "We all know your family accepts all charity, no matter how small." Weasley just stood there, totally unprepared for the assault, anger turning his skin the same fiery colour as his hair. "Now now Draco," Lucius said standing behind the famous trio in the doorway. "It's cruel to hurt a mans pride when its already in the gutter." Weasley spun round and glared at Lucius. Granger and Potter quickly pulled him to the other side of the shop muttering that it wasn't worth it. "Yes, run along children, go find a troll to play with." Lucius said off handily. At Draco he said. "Finished yet?" "Just finished sir." Madam Malkin said putting the last pin in the hem of the robe. "I'll have them sent to your house tomorrow." "Good, come along Draco." Draco jumped out of the robes and ran outside to catch up with his father, who was now cursing what looked like a muggle born boy to get out the way. Draco would have chirped in, but a rather large man standing next to the boy gave him a cold stare. Oh well, the boy was cute though.

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"Gits!" Ron almost screamed. "Where the hell do they get off insulting me like that?" "I'm just glad that that was all they did." Hermione said as she tried to calm her friend down. Unluckily her last comment made him even more pissed off. "I'm not actually sure I'm hearing this from my own friend? All they did to me? Hermione." "I'm just saying that they could have done something to hurt Harry you idiot." "O," He said calming down. "Sorry, it's just that if they knew how well Fred and George are doing, they wouldn't be so smug." "I'm sure they would, I mean wouldn't. whatever." Hermione sighed, leaving Ron to be happy in the thought that he had saved Harry from some harm. "Are you two finished?" Harry asked with a board look on his face. "Lets just get this finished and then we can have some lunch." "Yea!" Ron added.

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Corven smiled as he watched Mike's face. He had looked much the same the first time he had walked into Diagon Alley. He was sure his friend hadn't believed a word of what he had said when he had explained the whole magic thing that day in Corven's room. They had just been wandering about for an hour or so, soaking up the sights. It was extremely busy with lots of other kids whom Corven assumed were also shopping for school. He was also quite pleased that he had decided to bring along Dante.

Dante was an extremely big Italian who just happened to be Corven's right hand man. It's not like an eleven year old boy could get away with some of the stuff he planed, so Dante was sort of his front man, bodyguard, personal assistant, driver, you name it he would do it. His mom liked him too. Right now he was staring down one or two wizards and witches who gave the little group of four dirty looks. They were so obviously muggles it was stupid. Muggles, Corven had learnt that word recently as he explored the situation that was developing in the world of magic, the rise of the Dark Lord.

He wasn't sure what Dante would do if one of those wizards or witches decided to do something, he was hiding his amazement better that Mike was. Corven was pretty sure that he had a gun or two on him but he wasn't sure how much good that would do. They had just come back from Gringotts, Corven was proud of his mom for staying so calm while the goblin who helped them open an account snarled at them. Although Mike had squeezed his arm the whole time.

Dante had brought along a briefcase full of money to be exchanged for wizard money, and with a sack full of gold they proceeded to buy. Corven wanted the best of everything, bit pointless to not have the best equipment in a clime to power. He bought his school robes first, and managed in the process to see the famous Harry Potter whom he had read so much about, The boy who lived they called him. Harry had caught him looking though, but all he did was smile and say hello. He must be use to it. His friend Hermione seemed interested that he had brought Mike along though.

Next they went to go get his books, and then his cauldron and supplies. Dante in the end dumped everything into the cauldron. Next was to Eeylops Owl Emporium, to buy two, yes two, owls. One for himself and one for his mom and Mike and Dante to share. Mike seemed to calm down a bit knowing he could whenever. There was a very nice looking young eagle owl, but the price was a bit steep. Oh well, it would make up for them not letting him get a broomstick, that sounded like real fun! A nice looking barn owl was chosen by Mike for the family owl.

Corven had purposely left his wand till last. They walked over to a narrow shabby looking shop. The newly painted sign read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A bell tinkled as they entered the shop. It looked completely empty except for a lot of smallish boxes piled everywhere. It was very quiet.

"Good day, I am Mr Ollivander, how may I help?." Said a quiet voice. They all jumped. A kind looking old man came forth and shook their hands. "I need a wand." Corven said, it was blunt, but it got to the point. "Ahh, well it just so happens that I've got quite a few. Isn't that lucky?" Corven smiled at the old mans remark as he pulled Corven to the centre of the shop. He pulled out tape measure and said. "Hold out your wand arm please." Corven was a lefty, and he assumed that this was his 'wand' arm. Mr Ollivander measured his arm, then around his wrist, then the length from shoulder to knee, then around his head all the while talking. "No two Ollivander wands are the same my boy, each has a special core of a magical substance like a unicorn's hair or a feather from a phoenix or a dragons heartstring. Each is crafted to suit a certain wielder, but it is not the wielder who chooses the wand." "Huh?" Was the verdict by Mike. "Here have a go with this one. Redwood, phoenix feather, nine inches, rather flexible." Mr Ollivander said holding out a wand. Corven the noticed that the tape measure was still measuring, by its self. Right now it was measuring the width of his left earlobe. Corven took the offered wand and looked at it. "Well give it a go, give it a good shake." Corven gave a dramatic shake of the wand, only to be awarded with a popping sound somewhere in the back of the shop. "Oh well, here try this one.

Ten wands later and a couple of clouds of smoke and Mr Ollivander was still not happy. "Tricky one aren't you." He said stroking his chin. "Well I think I know just the one." He climbed a ladder and got another box. "Iron wood, dragon heartstring, eleven inches, a bit on the rigid side." Corven took the greyish wand that Mr Ollivander offered. The same tingling feeling ran up his fingers as it did with the others, but a bit different this time. He gave it a good swish and was rewarded with a shower of sparks. "Ahh excellent, a match has been made." Mr Ollivander said clapping Corven on the back. Corven was just as pleased; he now had everything he would need to start at Hogwarts in a few days. All he had to do was wait.

End of the chapter. Hope you enjoyed, now I don't have an editor, so there are bound to be mistakes, how bout you tell me of them.