If you don't like slash, I advise that you turn back now.

Warning- Draco/Harry. Talk of abuse later on. There will be other slash couples later on in the story. May have Mpreg later.

Disclaimer-

I only own the story. Harry Potter and all the characters in this story, belong to JKR.

Time is short. Don't waste it. Life is fragile. Don't break it.

Love is hard but it completes you. Embrace it.

Chapter 1. Life

A young boy, around the years of 12, with very intelligent gray eyes, ran through a beautiful brightly colored garden. Bell like laughter came from him as he ran. Then, when he realized that no one else was around, he skidded to a full stop, blinking in confusion. 'Where did you go...? Shadow?'The boy meekly whispered; slight fear was edging his tone. Then he suddenly burst into tears. He slid to the ground shaking like crazy His long golden colored hair fell into his face, which now had large crystal-like tears streaming down.

When suddenly warm, sun kissed arms wrapped around him, and a soothing and quiet voice began to murmur to him.

"What is wrong, my sweet?" they questioned, in a tone etched with worry. "Why are you crying?"

The boy slowly stopped shaking and he let himself be held. His eyes lightly closed and his body pressing up against the comforting older teen. "I thought you left me... li-like, they did," he whimpered, his voice shaky. He then slowly pulled away, to look at the softly chuckling teen.

"I will never leave you, ever. My little Angel," the teen, with messy midnight black hair, and sparkling forest green eyes promised. The teen was also 15 years old, much taller than the gray eyed angel and was rather muscular. He was known to many as 'Shadow', 'Flame', 'Lion', for he was like a lion, fierce, proud, strong, courageous… but, he was also like a Prince, for he was gentle, wise, protective and loving. But, the 15-year-old teen, only let one person, call him that, and that was his little Angel.

The Angel, as his Prince, called him, relaxed and smiled shyly; before snuggling up against him. "Good," he mumbled, before slowly closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

"Sleep well, my sweet. For we have a long journey ahead of us," the teen began to whisper, "I love y-,"

The voice was cut off, as Draco woke from his dream, gasping. Water soaked him and he glared dagger at his fully laughing friends.

"Blasie! Pansy! You both are so dead!" he yelled, ripping his sheets off of himself he climbed out of the bed. But, before he could 'kill' them, his parents swept in and his friends bolted.

"Draco! What in the Four-kingdoms are you still doing in bed! Your 17-years-old, you should be up long before now!" his 'lovely' mother snapped. Her eyes like icicles.

"Sorry. I was really tired… so I guess I slept in," Draco mumbled. Looking down at his feet, until his mother glared harder and he looked up at his parents. His mother was furious, while his father was gentler looking.

"Narcissa dear, Draco has been working rather hard lately, with his studies needing to done before the trip to Hogwarts. Where he'll be too busy greeting all the other kingdoms royals," Lucius pointed out calmly.

Narcissa sniffed but stiffly nodded, at her husband's logical. "Fine, Draco. Get dressed and start your studies. Now," she ordered. Then he turned and she swept out. The coldness both Draco and Lucas didn't know was there suddenly vanished, making both males relax; a lot.

Lucius walked over to his son and he kissed him on the forehead. Before leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I'll bring you breakfast down in the library, in 40, minutes," he murmured. Before he too turned and left.

Draco sighed and he walked into his closet, grabbing some nice clothes he quickly went and took a bath, which took thirty minutes in all. He then changed and stepped in front of his full body mirror. Sadness filled his eyes. "Where are you…..? My prince?" he whispered in a broken way. Then he turned, blinking away unwanted tears, he walked out of his room; his back straight and his whole entire posture composed.

A man, 20-years-old, stood on a cliff, looking out at the magnificent Hogwarts castle, and the amazing sunrise. His eyes were a radiant forest green, filled with wisdom beyond his years and scars showing his past battles, his untamed black hair and his frame naturally guarded. He went by the name of Deathhunter, for where ever he went sudden darkness and death seemed to fall over the people of that town, or kingdom.

"Death! Come on, it's time to go!" one of Deathhunter's two companions called. His name was Neville, but he went by Goldarrow. Because that's his only weapons, golden arrows. He also wore an extremely dark gray cloak with a single golden arrow in the back of it. His other friend was a female. She never spoke, because she can't. Her throat was badly damaged when she was a lot younger. She went by Silentfox. For she was cunning and sly like a fox. She could also transform into a fox but, no one except her two friends knows this. She wears a silver cloak that has a white fox on the back.

"Coming!" Death hunter called back. Then he turned and walked to his horse. Swinging onto it he pulled his hood up. So that it covered his face. "Shall we?" he said before taking off down the cliff path, his blood red cloak billowing behind him. The picture on his cloak was a black wolf, with pure white eyes and it had drips of white coming off of its bared teeth.

I hope you like this! ^.^