Summary: Harry Potter is the most prized student at Hogwarts Catholic Academy, but when a mysterious new transfer student, Draco Malfoy arrives, his world is shaken and some things that are better left buried are unearthed.

Warnings: Slash, religious themes, magic, and extremely AU.

Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue.

Late fall was the most beautiful time at Hogwarts Academy, at least according to Harry Potter. The 6th year was seated in his first class of the morning, day dreaming at his desk. The teen was seated at a desk situated beside a large window, looking out onto the long tree lined walk that led to the front doors of the school house building.

Beyond the cobblestone path was the large courtyard and fountain where the students often studied. From the fountain there were four paths, one leading to the huge wrought iron front gate, one leading towards the students dorms, one leading to the school house, and a final path led into the schools magnificent gardens where the art building was situated.

Harry, despite his uncles wishes, loved art. His Aunt and Uncle were fabulously wealthy and poured huge sums of money into the school, making Harry one of their prized students. His Uncle wanted Harry to be a businessman and go into the world of office politics.

But Harry wanted to be an artist.

He wanted to spend all of his days looking over the gardens with a paint brush in his hand.

"Mr. Potter, I know your other teaches might let you day dream in their classes, but I won't stand for it." A loud voice snapped in his ear.

The teen looked up to find his teacher, Professor Snape glaring down at him. There was an infamous animosity between Harry and Snape, to put it nicely they didn't see eye to eye. Harry glared at his teacher.

"Well are you going to pay attention, Mr. Potter?"

"Sure, whatever…"

Snape raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, sir."

The black garbed teacher ambled to the front of the room and continued his lecture concerning the chemical composition of Lithium. Harry sighed and make a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. He hated Chemistry, the whole idea of it didn't make an ounce of sense to him.

Within a minute Harry was back in his day dreams, starring out the window, watching the red leaves drip off the trees. They flew lightly through the air in brilliant shades of red and orange. The leaves paraded down the path like a marching band.

Suddenly a shape emerged, sauntering down the path.

It was a person.

A man.

His face was pretty enough to belong to a woman, the most remarkable feature being narrow, black lashed, gray eyes that reflected the sunlight like some kind of mirror. His skin was deathly pale and his hair was long, a delicate shade of pale gold and tied back at the nape of his neck. Long bangs drizzled over one eye, framing the other.

A diamond stud glimmered from one ear.

He was dressed in black jeans and a black sweater. That was definitely not in uniform.

For a moment Harry was positive he was seeing a mirage, some sort of ghost.

And then it looked at him.

This man was real.

Those grey eyes locked on Harry and seemed to pierce through the teen's soul.

This man walked in front of the leaves, leading the parade on, this strange specter with pale skin and dressed all in black.

It was a black parade, marching towards the school house.

And then it the man disappeared.

"Mr. Potter, I asked you a question." Professor Snape growled.

Harry's eyes widened, "Um…eighteen?"

"That's correct, miraculously enough." The professor wrote something on the board and continued rambling on about some element. Suddenly the door opened and standing there was the leader of the black parade, glaring at everyone in the room.

"And you are?" Snape asked sardonically.

"Draco Malfoy, apparently I'm supposed to be here."

A/N: If you're interested in what happens please review and tell me, thanks a lot, reviews are much appreciated!