Title: 5th Summer

Author: Hyorene

Rating: R (Not for audience under 15 years of age)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Genre: fantasy, AU-ish, friendship, slash, drama, action, death

Language: English

Disclaimer: Events are based on the summer of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix which is written by J.K Rowling. All the characters are by J.K Rowling, except for possible OCs who are by me. Written for entertainment purposes only, I won't get paid for writing this or publishing this. All rights of copying or editing are reserved.

Summary: Summer. Harry is facing a trial after he saved Dudley from dementors. His secret friend Draco Malfoy invites him into his house while his parents are away to figure out how to help Harry with his trial. Things start going wrong when Draco's parents come home unexpectedly, but that's only the beginning of a summer which will be everyone's worst.

A/N: My first Potter fic ever to be published yet not the first one I have written ! I don't remember how I got this idea, but to be honest, I happen to like it and if you don't like action and slash and twists in plots, please escourt yourself out. This story takes place in the summer vacation of the fifth book, yet it does NOT follow the plot, nor is it an alternative version of the story by J.K Rowling. Anyway, while writing this story, I decided not to pay so high attention on the details, though I usually do, so if there are couple of mistakes, please forgive me. I just want to have fun with this (although the plot may not be very hilarious).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy ! And if you do, leave a review, because without those there won't ever be more parts :(

CHAPTER ONE

Summer is by far the most anticipated season out of the four of them. No school, warm weather, no worries and enough time in your hands to do anything under the shining sun. If you don't enjoy sunshine and warmth, you can stay in your air-conditioned flat and chill for couple of months. You can stay up late, watch the sun set and rise again after a while which seems so short. You can meet with your friends. You can eat loads of ice cream. Swim. Hike. Lay under the sun. Play volleyball on the beach. Sniff freshly cut lawn. Summer is the time of any teenager's life.

Any but not Harry Potter. Harry didn't like summer. He didn't have anything against it as a season; he'd love to lay back and enjoy the beautiful days and everlasting warmth, but that's not what summer was for him. To him, summer wasn't a synonym for 'freedom' rather than it meant time with the Dursleys, which were the opposite of freedom. Harry hated the Dursleys with every cell he had got, and the feeling was very mutual.

Just when Harry thought his summers couldn't get any worse, this summer topped them all being worse than ever. Surprisingly, it was because of a Dursley, whose life Harry was stupid enough to save. He had used magic in the presence of a muggle - that muggle being his obese cousin Dudley - against a dementor in an area high on muggle population while being a minor. And the Ministry of Magic was very strict with illegal use of magic. Only shortly after Harry and vomiting Dudley had arrived home, an owl had swooped in and dropped a letter addressed to be to Harry Potter, Privet Drive 4, Living Room. And now, two days later, Vernon Dursley had found that envelope "laying around" - in reality it was in Harry's room, under his pillow where no one would ever look, but Vernon Dursley wasn't a man who respected Harry's privacy. Now he was reading it in the living room carefully, his greedy eyes wolfing down every word with great pleasure.

"Is this right," he started with held-back joy in his voice as he read the paper, "they're suing you?"

Harry decided not to answer, and this was just the answer Uncle Vernon needed. His face twisted to an ugly smile.

"Petunia!" he called, still looking at Harry and soon a bony, horse-faced lady trotted to the scenery, polishing a glass with a rug.

"The boy is getting sued by his people," Uncle Vernon told her. Aunt Petunia looked horrified; yet Harry knew she wasn't afraid of what might happen to him, Harry, but what her own family would have to bear with that kind of reputation.

"Why?" she asked, as if she really cared.

"Because he caused harm to our son," Uncle Vernon answered, sounding happier than he ever had been in his life. "Now that's what I call justice."

"That's not what it says," Harry mumbled, but knew his argument was invalid in that household.

"It says so right here!" said Uncle Vernon and shook the paper in front of Harry, then took it closer to his pig-like face and read aloud; "Illegal use of magic in the presence of a... mu... mud..."

"A muggle," Harry said and grabbed the letter back. Under normal circumstances Uncle Vernon would have probably sued him himself for doing such a violent act, but now he was too happy to care.

"And I didn't cause any harm to Dudley," Harry continued. "If I hadn't been there, he would now be a soulless piece of human waste... not that it would be any different from the usual."

Harry knew insulting Dudley in front of his father was the worst thing one could say to Vernon Dursley. His thick black moustache shivered from anger as he leaned closer to Harry so that Harry could smell breakfast bacon in his breath.

"I hope they put you in prison, boy," Uncle Vernon hissed, staring at him with his tiny eyes. "That's where we should've put you as soon as we found you drooling from our doorstep."

Harry was too used to threats to take it personally anymore. He turned around, squeezing the letter in his hand and walked upstairs to his room which used to be Dudley's. He didn't crave for Uncle Vernon's acceptance the slightest bit, so it didn't make a difference what he thought of Harry. Harry sighed and fell down on his back on his bed, staring at the white ceiling. He was going to court. To wizard court. He didn't know what it was like, and quite frankly he didn't care to know. Who was going to stand up for him? Did they have lawyers in the wizard court? Where could Harry find one? He had no idea.

Harry's door slammed open and Vernon Dursley marched inside, as impolite as ever.

"What?" Harry asked, and as soon as that irritated tone came out he knew his uncle was going to cling onto it like a bat.

"Don't you take that tone with me, you ungrateful boy," he grumbled. "I came just to remind you that tomorrow we - we meaning naturally me, Petunia and Dudley - are leaving for our family camping trip to the woods far away from here. You, of course, are not invited." Uncle Vernon looked joyful again. "We'll be away for a week. You stay here, keep the places clean and don't even think about hosting some kind of... party here while we're away."

"Yes," said Harry as politely as he could. Uncle Vernon took off and closed the door behind him. Harry was glad they didn't want him with them. He didn't even want to come. A week with Dursleys in a place where there are no people anywhere? Sounded like a nightmare to Harry.

Something knocked to Harry's window sharply and he got up. A white owl was waiting outside in the sunny afternoon. Seeing Hedwig was always a pleasant event in Harry's summer - one of the few - because it meant getting mail from people he actually cared about. He opened the window for his owl, who swooped inside and settled on her cage. She dropped the Daily Prophet down on the floor and stretched her leg out so that Harry could easily untie the envelope she was carrying. Harry recognized the handwriting on top of the envelope and quickly tore it off Hedwig's leg.

"Thank you," he said to his owl, petted her and then sat on his bed. He opened the envelope and pulled the letter out.

"Harry,

How are you doing? It's been a long time. Seems like we actually aren't talking to each other... I heard about your trial from Dad. Seems pretty bad. Have you any idea of what you're going to do?

Mom and Dad are away for couple of weeks, don't ask where, even I don't know. Would you like to come to my house for some while? Maybe we could try to sort this trial thing out together. I can maybe help you with that. You know, with Dad in the ministry and all.

Let me know as soon as possible. I can come and pick you up. Just tell me when the muggles are away.

Reply soon,

Draco"

Harry smiled. Draco Malfoy was a person whom everybody thought Harry hated - Ron, Hermione, their parents, Malfoy's friends and his parents. Literally everybody. Harry was certain that if they ever figured out the truth, they would be shocked for life. Draco was Harry's friend, and he had been his friend since the very first day in school. Harry still wasn't sure how it had happened, it just kind of did. The reason why Harry hadn't told anyone, not even his best friends Ron and Hermione was because they disliked Malfoy so much Harry was sure they would leave him as soon as he told he was actually friends with their enemy. Draco disliked Hermione and Ron as well whereas Harry disliked Draco's friends.

Other people around them was what made it hard for them to keep in touch. It was easy to hate each other in front of everyone, so easy that sometimes they just forgot to be nice to each other. Yet there never was real hatred between them two. Just very much of complicated friendship.

Harry didn't hesitate as he reached for a fresh piece of parchment and quill, dipped its tip to ink and started to write.

"Hi,

Everything's fine, except for the trial. I'd love to come to your house. The muggles are leaving tomorrow and won't be back for a week. What do you mean by picking me up? By Floo Powder?

I hope you're well. Let's talk more once I get there.

Harry"

Harry rolled it neatly and put a seal on it to keep it closed. Hedwig flew to him swiftly and stretched her leg out.

"Take this to the Malfoy's house," Harry said to her and stroked her. "Be careful no one sees you."

Hedwig hooted as concord and took off from the open window. Harry looked after her as long as he could see her, flying across the sky to horizon. Friendship was so different with Ron and Hermione than it was with Draco Malfoy. Every time Harry saw Ron and Hermione it was like seeing old friends, which was true; they would exchange highlights and rocks bottoms of each other's summers (Harry usually had the least highlights) and then everything was back to the usual talking and studying. But with Malfoy, Harry never knew what he had been up to. It was like meeting a new person every time.

Harry could easily use Malfoy to get more valuable information about Voldemort's whereabouts, but he couldn't be that cruel; if the Dark Lord himself would find out there was a informer inside, Malfoy would suffer death by killing spell. Therefore, they never talked about Voldemort or about any subject near him.

Suddenly another owl flew inside and I recognized it to be Errol, an old owl of the Weasleys. He stumbled on Harry's desk and Harry quickly hurried to take the piece of parchment from his leg, rolled it open.

"Hello Harry,

Dad told about your trial... Mum is freaking out. She wants you here immediately. Hermione is here, she wants to see you again. I do too! Mum says she won't take no as an answer. I decided to write you beforehand anyway.

I'll be excepting your positive answer,

Ron"

Harry grimaced. He couldn't possibly to go to the Burrow where Ron lived with his family now that he already agreed to go to Malfoy's. And quite frankly, he rather went to Malfoy's place since he had never been there before, unlike in the Burrow where he practically lived every summer.

Harry decided it was best to answer right away, so he took a quill and another piece of parchment.

"Ron,

That's nice of you, but unfortunately I have another plans. I'm going on a trip with the muggles, I'll be away for a week. Tell your Mum not to worry about me, I'll be fine... as fine as I can be with the Dursleys.

Tell your family and Hermione I said hi.

Harry"

Harry tied the letter to Errol's leg and sent him off. He felt bad about lying to Ron, but there was no way he could ever tell the truth. It was too late; after all, he had lied about his and Malfoy's true relationship for five years now. Maybe if the trial would fail and Harry would be forced to give up his wand and all connections to wizard world, he could send Ron a final letter of truth.

Harry yawned and stretched his arm high up over his head, toward the white ceiling the afternoon sunlight was embracing. He had a feeling this summer might be just a tad worse than the summers before had been.

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