My god, I'm sorry, but I had to start anew. I loved this story so much, I asked what you readers thought of it, and some were pretty good with their answers. Ah but anyways. I was torn on what to write up about whether they should be fully grown or if they should continue their school days. Then it struck me like a bullet, but I don't know what it feels like nor do I want to so, I give you…Love you, Hate you II.

Summary: Harry Potter, an ordinary boy who found out he was engaged to be married to a boy, Draco Malfoy. He grew fond of him after witnessing his uncle's terrified face after his uncle had heard what the boy who had visited them, was. A young eleven-year-old, pure-blood wizard had walked into the Dursley's home without an Invitation and set things straight with the strange family, rescuing Harry from its thresholds and showed him a world like no other. While learning new things, he learned how everything worked, made friends but almost lost someone who was important to him during a vicious battle with the dark lord, Voldemort who had murdered his parents and tried to kill him too but had failed to do so. Voldemort had taken over a professor's body and bent him against his will, making him do his evil bidding and in the end, caused the man's death. Harry and Draco had formed a bond that was powerful enough to repel evil attacks and had gotten help along the way by their potions teacher, Severus Snape.

Now, Harry got to spend his summer holidays with Draco and his family. But something's wrong. Harry feels more angry then he did when being mistreated at the Dursleys. While getting a warning not to go back to school, Harry's anger seems to be like what Draco's anger had been. Still guilty about leaving James, the yeti, to die in the lake at Hogwarts, this makes Harry feel lower then he wants to be. Things are turning in for the worst when Harry thought it would be better.

Warning: Contains a very depressed Harry, an ever so gallant Draco and a terrible plot for Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Like I've been telling my past readers, I own nothing!!! Except the little poem.

Darkness desires what he fears most…

Men tremble at the sight of Darkness,

Women shield their child from him,

But one brave soul lives,

Lives to see the day that Darkness himself,

is destroyed.

Mortal or not, one brave soul,

Born to save the day,

Dies in the most unfaithful way…

He hands himself to Darkness,

And becomes Darkness's most desired.

By: Aluma Kettler.

Harry shut the book closed and let out a small sigh as the sun rose higher into the sky and hid behind a few clouds. He had read a book that was given to him by Draco's father, Lucius. It had the most weirdest poems created by different witches and wizards. The book itself was said to be thirty years of age since it was published to the wizarding world. Harry found it weird but slightly interesting and seemed to think of it as a story tale. The pages were made of parchment paper and the writing was so neat and textured that it was hard to tell if a person actually wrote it. His surroundings were part of the house, the bedroom of Draco Malfoy was now both Draco's and Harry's. The beds and their curtains had remained the same but the bedspread was turned around and changed to a different style.

His birthday was arriving and he would be twelve years old the next day. Harry felt just a tiny bit excited about it being at the Malfoy manor instead of the dreadful place he had to call 'home.' So many things had happened during his stay at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was a place for young witches and wizards to make friends and learn new things while controlling their magic, most of which would be contained in their wands. Before going out onto his journey to his new school, Draco's father had taken him to go shopping for supplies which surprised him greatly since his aunt and uncle never took him anywhere, let alone buy things for him. He had so many new friends, one which was his ultimate favourite. Having a pet owl was certainly a strange sight for any muggle. Muggle was the term used for non-magic folk but was often used as a bad way. He had witnessed it countless times while being with Draco and felt sorry for Hermione Granger, a witch who was born in a family of muggles but was the brightest witch in his class. There was the occasional quarrel between Draco and Hermione during their first school year at Hogwarts. But had managed to overcome it by working together to find out about a certain stone that could be used as an immortality drink.

Harry looked the book over one more time before putting it away in his trunk that was full with his other things. His school books were still in there, collecting dust while the ink bottles sat at the bottom. One had been sitting at the bedside table that sat under the window that showed the Malfoy's backyard where James, the yeti had once made a home in. Thinking about James and what he had done just so he could get to Draco, made him feel upset. Ron had informed him at the platform nine and three-quarters that he would write to him, as did Hermione but neither of the two had even sent him a letter. He would watch the skies with Draco, searching the starry sky for any sign of the owls. To Harry's disappointment, none had shown up whatsoever. He sat back on the bed and looked out the window at the now-appearing sun.

"What's that depressed look on your face?" Draco's voice had been changing but still had that strange tone to it, a demanding tone that had the Dursleys petrified with fear. Harry said nothing and made a failed attempt to smile at him.

Harry knew Draco from the bottom of his heart and knew that he meant well but just had a weird way of showing it. Draco walked away from the doorway of the room and sat next to Harry, his hair had been greased back like it had been the previous year and his pale eyes stood out more then ever. Draco had grown a few inches taller than Harry had and made Harry feel more and more like the 'wife'.

"I'm not depressed. Just wish Ron and Hermione would write sometime soon." Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder cautiously.

"Such a loner, Harry. Weasley's got a big family to keep him company, Granger's got her books. You have-"

"No one, I know. Pitiful to have thought they would want to write to me."

"I was actually going to say, you have me. And I'm the best damn thing in this world." Draco smirked at Harry and draped his arm around his shoulder.

"My father says he has to tend to some plans, he's also getting us both a present. Mother's getting some too. Dobby's been acting strange lately. Every time I ask for his assistance, he keeps telling me he's got something else to do and then he vanishes. Don't know what father sees in that runt but I'd have to admit, he makes a good housekeeper."

"You mean…he's a slave?" Harry felt a little bit angry to hear that Dobby was doing all this and it was probably under their command.

"Well, yeah. Most are only seen with very rich families. You'll never see one at Ron's place."

"I guess this is another thing that separates muggles from witches and wizards." Harry spoke out in a sighing manner as Draco removed his arm and fused his eyebrows together, making a confused look appear on his face.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Draco sounded a bit aggressive.

"I mean, muggles have at least put a stop to slavery, while witches and wizard families who are richer then most, have a house-elf to do their chores or even their dirty work." Although Harry was made to be an outcast at the school that he went to with Dudley, he wasn't as dumb as most people thought he was. Harry had listened during his geography classes as well as his history classes and learned a bit more then Dudley could ever learn.

"Then they're stupid for not keeping it around longer. Maybe that's what's wrong with your aunt and uncle then. Your aunt looked dried to the bone the last time I saw her." Harry snickered a little but kept a serious look about his face.

"You're not very different, Harry. You have so much galleons in your vault to get yourself one but, you don't have a mansion or a grand family to get one just yet. Don't know how father came about getting Dobby as our housekeeper. Rude a bit but does his job when told. You're just feeling sorry for him when you don't have to." This made Harry snap a bit.

"I'M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS HOUSE THAT SEEMS TO FEEL SORRY FOR HIM!"

"Harry, cutie, calm down and just rest. Your birthday's coming up and right now, I'm older then you so be a good wife and tend to the owls." Harry was right about thinking of Draco's oddness. But Draco was half right. He had to learn to calm down and rest. He had been through so much at Hogwarts that he forgot about having fun. Draco left the room, walking with grace, out of the room.

Harry felt weird for bursting out at Draco that way and felt the need to apologize. His teeth clenched as he ran out of the room and caught up with Draco and was about to grab onto his shoulder but Draco grabbed his hand and pulled Harry closer to him. Harry was caught completely by surprise as Draco quickly let go and took Harry's glasses off of his face and folded them. Their faces were inches from each other and Draco was staring into Harry's eyes with an odd expression.

"I can see why green matches you every way. Your robes match your eyes so well. It's like staring into the green flame in the fireplace at the common room. It's relaxing." Draco held Harry's chin up a bit and drew in closer.

"D-Draco, your mother might catch us." Harry was trying to find an excuse. Every time Draco had pulled him so close to his body, he felt the need to slip out of the close encounters and always made an excuse for most of the summer. Not to mention that Narcissa, Draco's mother, had caught them in the act once or twice.

Harry tried to pry the rounded glasses from Draco's hands and find his way out of the hold that Draco had on him. He felt he was only eleven, turning twelve tomorrow and felt that it wasn't right for such a young child to do such things with another person. Although he had experienced a kiss once back at the Slytherin common room at Hogwarts and felt nothing then but just Draco's mouth on his own. This kiss seemed forced onto him and he felt drawn to Draco like a magnetic force. Draco grinned in satisfaction and pulled Harry closer to him so he couldn't try to get away again. There were plenty of things going through Harry's mind like, 'what if Narcissa had spotted them again?' or, 'when would the owls show up.' As well as another set of questions that Harry didn't feel like thinking about.

Draco was still holding Harry's glasses in one hand and had his other hand at the back of Harry's head, pushing his head forward. They both had their eyes closed but while one enjoyed the kissing act, one did not. Harry's hands were trying to push Draco away from him but Draco's hand that had been holding onto Harry's glasses were also holding the back of him. The taste of sausages had lingered in Draco's mouth and Harry got the great pleasure of tasting them after eating a few himself.

Harry finally broke away from the kiss and panted, trying to regain his breath and pulled the glasses out of Draco's hands and placed them on his nose. Without realizing it, Harry slapped Draco across the face, leaving a red mark where his hand had slapped him. Draco looked at Harry with a shocked expression but with a smile on his face. Harry couldn't think of what to say.

"Never would have known you'd be the type to do that. But you are after all a Slytherin. Glad to see you're acting like one." Draco said.

"Being in Slytherin has nothing to do with it. You're getting weird thoughts and I just don't like them." That said, Harry turned on his heel and headed straight for the bedroom, slammed the door closed.

Draco didn't bother to chase after Harry. He had been busy doing some research on the man's name that he had never gotten around to doing. Dobby, an ugly creature with eyeballs the size of tennis balls, and rather more decent looking then a goblin looked. Was once again, no where to be found. Draco gritted his teeth and went about searching someplace else.

Harry had never felt this kind of energy in him before now. He thought to himself to go to Madam Pomfrey at once as soon as they were at Hogwarts again. His head felt heavy and he felt too tired to do much that day even though he should be excited for his birthday coming up. Just thinking of his birthday reminded him about Ron and Hermione again and it pained him to the point of letting Hedwig out of her cage and tying on a piece of parchment paper after he had written on it and sent her off to find Ron and see what he was up to.

What seemed to be a long day had now turned to night, sprinkling stars in every direction. Harry was unable to sleep much after recalling the nightmare he had about James drowning in the pool. The guilt was unbearable to deal with and he felt the only way to make it better was to at least find his body after returning to Hogwarts and pull it out with a bit of help and give him a proper burial. The window was slightly opened, letting a cool night breeze flow in.

"Psst." The sound had come from the floor in the middle of the room. Harry sat bolt-right up and looked around to see where the noise was coming from. He heard it again and could make out an outline of a small person and grabbed his glasses from the table and put them on.

"Dobby?" Harry asked the figure and it nodded and came onto his bed, hopping onto Harry's knees.

"Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts this year, sir."

"Why not?" Harry felt deeply concerned for what he was about to hear.

"Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts, sir. Things that will endanger Harry Potter!"

"What kind of things?"

"Dobby does not know, sir. But heed Dobby's warning and stay away from Hogwarts, sir."

"But I need to! I want to at least see my friends again." Harry was beginning to sound like he was begging Dobby for something.

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?"

"Well I'd expect them to…hang on, how do you know my friends haven't wrote to me? I haven't seen you all day so how could you know?"

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby thought that if Harry Potter thought his friends didn't want to write to him, that he would stay from Hogwarts this year, sir." Dobby had forgotten about keeping quiet to not wake Draco up and pulled out a collection of letters that were tied together with a piece of string.

"Give me those, now." Harry didn't feel as calm as he had spoken the words but reframed himself from grabbing the letters out of Dobby's hands.

"No. Harry Potter must say he will not go back to school!"

"I have to go. I'm still learning different courses."

"Dobby, go back to the kitchen, leave my wife alone. He's tired." Harry and Dobby both looked over at Draco who was now rubbing some sleep out of his eyes.

"M-master Draco, sir. D-Dobby has some bad news for Harry Potter."

"What kind of bad news? Don't tell me, father's destroyed Harry's aunt and uncle."

"No, sir. Dobby can not say, sir and look at the time, time to get the kitchen ready. Goodnight young master, Draco and please stay here and don't go back to school!" Dobby managed to say that last bit without trembling or stuttering and vanished into thin air.

Harry looked over at Draco who was now scratching the top of his head, lazily and with little effort as he lowered himself back down on the bed. Harry put his glasses down on the table and laid himself down as well, thinking about what to say to his friends once he was at Hogwarts. He drifted into a deep sleep like Draco had done.

The next day had the sun up in a jiffy and it shone through the window with a bright light. Draco had woken up before Harry and was already eating breakfast in the large dining room that had been called a kitchen. Dobby was watching nervously as Draco ate his breakfast in silence and was not questioning about the other night while Harry walked in, feeling slightly hungry himself, he sat down and Dobby began to collect a plate and a fork and began to add a few pieces of toast with egg on the top. The meek, little creature sat the plate in front of Harry and went back to his previous seat.

Harry poked the egg with his fork and watched Draco stuff his face. Harry was beginning to think of Crabbe and Goyle doing the same thing at their own homes. Draco felt Harry's eyes on him and looked up as he swallowed a piece of his last toast. Dobby looked both ways nervously as if he was afraid that a fight would happen at any moment, given the thought that it was his fault that Harry might have done something wrong.

"I know you can't take your eyes off of me. But at least do so for your health. You definitely need it." Harry didn't feel up to responding to Draco's lecture about healthy eating. Draco himself had hidden a few candy bars, something Dudley would have done if he were put on a diet.

"You two are up, surprisingly early." Lucius had just got up but his hair looked straight as always like his bed knew not to make it frizzy. He wore black satin pyjamas which he transfigured into his work clothes and shot Dobby a nasty look before leaving the kitchen with a piece of toast.

"The Hogwarts letters should be arriving soon." No sooner had Draco mentioned it, a black owl was carrying two letters and was aiming for the window in the living room. Dobby noticed the rapping on the window and went out of the kitchen quickly to fetch the letters.

"Dobby told me last night that I shouldn't go to Hogwarts. That it wasn't safe." Draco eyed Harry curiously but said nothing to provoke Harry into telling him why.

"He might have a bit of darkness in him without us knowing. He has been in my house for about…as far as father was in school as a prefect." Harry and Draco talked no more about Dobby as the said elf was now entering the kitchen with the letters and handed them out to both Harry and Draco.

"Dobby, go and get that box from under my bed. The only box that has silver wrapping around it." Dobby did as he was told and got off from his chair walking miserably to the bedroom. Harry couldn't seem to find the feeling for going to Hogwarts again and felt more sorry for Dobby then he had the other day. Draco stopped eating and glanced at the letter. Only a few things from the previous year were on the list but for different grades. Draco had to squint his eyes to look more closely at what he was seeing. Several books with different titles but all under the same name, were written one right after the other and could confuse you if you weren't focusing properly.

"Waste of money, this is. Wonder if Dumbledore's got a wacky defence against the dark arts teacher. Quirrell was enough to make me leave the defence class. Professor Snape should get the job."

"If professor Snape gets the job, then who would be replacing him in the potions class?" Harry caught Draco's eye and understood that he was being a bit smart with him.

"Here is the box, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" Draco looked in Harry's direction again and looked back at Dobby's huge eyes staring up at him.

"No. You can take the day off." Dobby seemed pleased but slightly nervous to the answer but said no more and went out of the kitchen. Harry smiled at the corner of his mouth but didn't let Draco notice as he finished his breakfast.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Draco tossed the neatly wrapped box in Harry's direction and it landed with a thud. Harry went a bit red as he unwrapped the box to see a dark green box. Taking the lid off the box, his eyes gazed over the gift.

Harry had never seen anything like it. It had the same engravins as the ring on his finger had, two silver snakes, but these two were intertwined in the middle of the gift. The gift item itself looked like a small ball, almost like the snitch but it didn't fly up like the golden snitch did. Its colour was like looking at an emerald up close, like a diamond would be running for cover because of its brilliant color. The top half of the ball began to vanish while the bottom half of it held inside an item that Harry could not make out what it was.

"For my Slytherin queen. It's something for luck, but I doubt my mother ever used it for luck. I think it's supposed to tell you what to do. Something like from a joke shop but it really has its uses." Draco told him. But Harry had not heard this. The thing inside the ball was giving off a strange sound that apparently only Harry was listening to. Draco didn't seem to be listening to it which gave Harry the thought that it could only be something that a loved one would hear.

"Thanks, Draco." The top half of the ball came back and was now covering the item. The item itself had appeared to be a locket of some sort and was also an emerald color like the ball. Harry could only guess that if he had something he needed to do, it would tell him how and if possible, tell him where. Harry shoved the ball into his pant pocket and put the dishes away along with the forks. Lucius appeared in the kitchen again, looking like he was ready to go to a royal ball.

"Ready?" The two boys nodded and left with him out of the kitchen and out of the house, bidding Narcissa goodbye as they left.

A/n: Well. I had to end it there, not very long, I know, anyways, I hope you like the start of the sequel, I've decided to do more up until the fifth movie or book or whatever you want to call it. Then, I should start on the next chapter summary…Please review after reading.

Next time…

Harry and Draco have gotten their things, but are surprised to find out that the barrier is blocked. How and why is a real good question. Draco's father had to leave early and couldn't stay around to see them hit the barrier at full force so he has no clue it's happened. Back at school after finding a way to get to Hogwarts, they discover their new DADA teacher as well as new lessons.

As Harry and Draco begin their new year, it seems that valentines day is not all that's happening at Hogwarts, A duelling club is organized and a strange moment erupts, leading to rumours, more parties in the Slytherin common room and weirdest of all…strange voices that Harry can only hear.