Disclaimer: I do not own this aka Harry Potter or any of its characters. They solely belong to JK Rowling. If they belong to me, a really BIG if, I would have twisted the character for my own twisted pleasure.

Summary: Takes place in medieval times, Harry lives with the Weasleys' due to an unforeseen tragedy. However, plagued by vague and disturbing dreams all his life, he soon discovers what they truly mean as his past life uncovers itself and so does his long lost lover who have been waiting for him for five decades who is out to claim what he have lost so long ago, namely a Harry Potter.

Pairings: Draco/Harry; eventual Tom/Harry

Chapter 1 Welcome

"Harry, dear, your love is here for you."

"Wha-?"

"Oh dear you're not even up yet. You've promised Draco your company today or have you forgotten?"

"Oh no Herm. I forgot. I'll kill Ron for this. If he hasn't forced me to play cards with him till midnight I wouldn't have overslept."

Throwing the covers off him and scrambling out of his lavish four poster bed, Harold James Potter, or more commonly known as Harry, seems all the more endearing, with his flushed cheeks, sparkling green eyes which hides no emotions, and long ebony locks that begs to be caressed despite its wilderness.

Hermione Granger, attendant for Harry and one of his most cherished friends, blushed upon seeing such a sight. Who wouldn't? After all, Harry is one of the most exotic beauties that she's ever seen, not to mention that she used to harbour a crush for him who she now considers as her brother.

She remembers the first time when she laid her eyes upon Harry.

~FLASHBACK~

It was four years ago when she was still fifteen. Being best friends with Ron and since her mother worked for the Weasley's Manor, she had visited the place on a daily basis. It was on one of those visits, when she was arguing with Ron about yet another childish issue which she didn't bother to remember, that a servant rushed into the sitting room.

"My Lord, the Potter's household have been attacked."

Standing up with such speed that Hermione thought the chair that Lord Weasley was sitting on would definitely topple which it did in the end with a resounding crash.

"How can this be? Are there any survivors? How are the Potters?"

"My Lord, it seems that Peter Pettigrew, the wanted criminal, have lead a group of thieves into Godric Hollow. We think that he did that for the purpose of revenge seeing that Lord Potter have successfully captured more than half of his group of his thieves recently."

"Where are the guards? James would never let his guard down and let his manor be on such low security."

"Most of the guards were poisoned and we found a few murdered. Pettigrew and his thieves must have pretended to be guards and poisoned the rest through their water supply. His group then attacked the Potters while they're asleep and set the place on fire after the attack. We found young Harry though. It seems those thieves have not found him and we found him buried under some rubble unconscious."

"Dear God!" exclaimed Queen Molly with the same effect her husband managed to achieve while standing up except without the chair falling. "Where is he then? Is he alright?"

"We have him right here Your Highness." And that's when everyone noticed another servant standing behind the first one, carrying a pale boy who looked no older than Hermione herself. The little boy seems to be having breathing difficulties and despite with all the gashes, bruises, dirt and grime and even some dried blood littering here and there all over his fragile body, Hermione thought that he looked absolutely breath-taking. The silky raven locks covering and framing his beautifully sculpted face, eyes closed with beautiful long lashes framing them, she could only imagine that he'll be even more breathtaking with them open. And those lips, red and full, slightly open with panting breaths coming out of them, dirty and soiled but no doubt elegant white robes adorned his nimble and petite completing the image of a fallen angel in young Hermione's eyes.

She remembered looking around the room to gauge everyone else's reactions and figured that the same things must be going through their minds and judging by the little blush on Ginny's face, she must be already thinking a little further ahead.

And right in front of their eyes, is the only heir to the proud and noble house of Potter, who seems so innocent and with the face of a Botticelli angel which everyone around him with the urge to protect and shelter him from the harsh realities of the world, but yet here he is, lying there looking so fragile as if he is might break at any moment, had just endured what must be the most horrible and frightening experience of his life and the fact that both of his beloved parents can no longer be there to comfort him have made it all the more a heartbreaking moment.

And it was then that everyone in the room knew that their hearts have already opened up to the beautiful angel in front of them, accepting him and promising themselves that they will be there for him to protect him and never let him be alone again.

~FLASHBACK OVER~

"Hermione, will you attend to my hair please?" asked Harry, while sitting down in front of the beautifully carven vanity desk, effectively snapping the brunette's attention back into reality. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Hermione starts combing through his silky locks while staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"Harry, you look stunning. Draco will definitely swoon upon the sight of you." And she was true to her words, dressed in a white robe adorned with golden lining and thin golden belt lying across his slender waist, compliments his pale ivory skin. Tying his hair back with a black silk ribbon, "There you're done Harry. You must go quickly. You know Draco is far from patient."

"Thanks Herm. You're the best," planting a quick kiss on her cheeks, Harry fled out of his room and down the grand spiral staircase, excited and anxious to finally meet his beloved after so many weeks.

Feeling something landed on his chest, the blond haired Adonis looked down into his arms to see his ebony beauty clutching onto him, slender arms around his waist and realised that all his impatience and anxiety flew out of the window the moment those soulful green eyes turn to him.

"Harry, you have no idea how I suffered without your presence. Blaise wanted to punch me for whining about you all the time to him and you know I never whine." At the sight of his beloved raised eyebrow, he added, "Not much anyway."

Kissing his blond haired love soundly on the lips, Harry impatiently dragged him by his hands out of the grand entrance doors, "And I miss you too Draco. But I really want to go for a ride. Ever since you thought me how to ride a few weeks ago I've always wanted to try it again but Mrs Weasley wouldn't let me unless you're present."

Raising his eyebrow in an amused manner, Draco could only think to himself, "Welcome back Draco." He would never feel truly home unless his beloved Harry is with him, safe and sound with that never ending high spirits of his that never cease to amaze him and put on a smile on his face.

"Oh by the way before I forget, welcome back Draco," turning back to look at his lover's face who in turn gave him that dazzling smile that never fails to melt his heart.

Hope you enjoyed chapter 1. I know it's still a little vague but please bear with me and I promise you some real climax moments real soon. In the meantime, read and review. Constructive criticisms are welcome and flamers out there can flame all you want as long as you include some constructive criticisms in it or else I will just ignore it.