A/n: Hiya all, again, a new story by me! I was bored, so this sprung to mind in the middle of the night. Okay anyway, it's Draco's 5th year, and he has to deal with the death of his father, new friendships and maybe even love? Oh, and Snape might seem really out of character in this story, but it will all be explained why.
This will be Slash, and for all of you who don't know what that is, it's a m/m relationship, 2 boys having a relationship. Understood? Okay, Nothing is mine, except the plot I guess, and other characters not from the HP books. JKR owns all of them. So, now I guess we can get on with the story…
Draco Malfoy and the Alliance of Power, Trust and Friendship
Chapter 1:
Hide the tearsBy: Gwendolyn Malfoy
This was the worst summer Draco Malfoy ever experienced. Nothing went to his liking and nobody listened to him. Well, that wasn't the worst of it. Something at the beginning of the summer made him break. His father was put to Azkaban, and the Dementors gave him their deadly kiss. His father, the mightiest man the Dark Lord possessed, was gone. But Draco didn't see him as the man with any feelings. He saw him as his father, a man who didn't love, yes, but who would do anything for his one heir. The man had taught Draco all there was to know about Power and Strength. But the strength Draco possessed was all gone now. His mind played games on him and he felt weak, sick even. His mother had left soon afterwards, not wanting to be caught also. When Lucius was taken away, Professor Severus Snape was there with him, holding him as he cried like a baby. Snape took him back to Hogwarts, took him to his own room and made a sleeping potion for him. It didn't help. The nightmares kept coming.
It was now ten days after the death of his father, and Draco still suffered from his loss. He kept telling himself that it was nothing, that he didn't care for the man, but deep down, he knew that wasn't true. So the teachers weren't surprised when Draco broke down crying at breakfast that morning. Dumbledore went over to him and put an old but strong arm around his shoulders.
'What's wrong master Malfoy?'
'I miss him.' Draco sobbed.
Dumbledore nodded in understanding and he gave Draco a tissue. Draco blew his nose and gave it back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore cleaned it away with a flick of his hand.
'Are you okay again?' Dumbledore asked.
Draco nodded and he turned back to his breakfast. Dumbledore went back to his seat but he kept shooting glances at the pale Slytherin.
'Will he be okay Albus?' Minerva McGonagall asked silently.
'I can only guess he will be, but it will take a while for him to get used to it.'
A white owl fluttered in and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. He took the letter from the owl and opened it. He already had a feeling what was in the letter. He quickly read it, sometimes nodding. When he was done reading he folded the letter and then burned it in his hand.
'He's having nightmares again.' Dumbledore mumbled.
'About what?'
'Voldemort is coming closer. He started training already, but he has still much to learn.'
'You can't bring him here.'
'I have to, there's no other choice, and he'll be here in one week.'
With that, Dumbledore stood up and left the Great Hall. Most of the times, when Dumbledore left the hall, breakfast was over, and today was no difference. All of the teachers, except for Snape and Draco, left, doing what they did most of the time, preparing their lessons for the coming school year. Draco was still picking his food, a sob escaping him every now and then.
'Draco?'
Draco looked up in the prying eyes of his favourite teacher.
'Yes?'
'Will you be all right soon?'
'I guess so, why?'
'Voldemort is coming closer to Hogwarts. The south of England and Cornwall has already been destroyed. It won't be long until he reaches Hogwarts.'
'What is so important that I need to be all right when Voldemort attacks?'
'Are you joining his side?'
'That was my plan at first, yes, but now…'
'I see. Well, Mr. Potter is training to fight him and hopefully kill him. Do you think you could help him?'
'Me? Help Potter? Never. We don't get along, and I refuse to help him.'
'I understand that, but …'
'But what? He can manage himself quite fine I think, seeing as he did all these years before. And besides, there can only be one Boy Who Lived.'
Snape chuckled at the small joke Draco had made, and Draco smiled weakly.
'Will you let me educate you then? To help you learn about your powers?'
'What powers?'
'Your family possesses a very old power. Some see it as a curse, others as a blessing. What your father thought of it I honestly don't know. But only a few in your family have it. You, your father, your great grandfather, and Salazar Slytherin. The power is one of the first to exist in the magical world. The power lets you control people, identical to the Imperius Curse, but then more advanced, more powerful.'
Draco became interested immediately.
'How can I use it?'
'Not so fast. You first have to learn to control it, because it can go completely wrong if you use it the wrong way.'
'And you can teach me?'
'Not exactly. I don't have the powers but I studied some of the powers which runs in famous families for years, and I now know quite well what they do and how to control them.'
'Do you have any powers?'
'I do, but I wish I hadn't.'
'What powers?'
'The Cruciatus Curse runs in my family. Voldemort had me use it numerous times.'
'Do you know of anyone else at this school who has special powers?'
'There are only two other persons at this school. Dumbledore and Potter.'
'Potter?'
'Yes, he has healing powers, very strong ones, I never seen anyone with them. And Dumbledore has the Killing curse running in his family. That is why Voldemort fears him so much, but if he only knew that Dumbledore would never use them, not even on Voldemort.'
'Why not?'
'He's afraid.'
'Of what?'
'That is for him to tell.'
'When will you start teaching me?'
'As soon as Potter arrives.'
'He's coming to Hogwarts?'
'Yes, next week, but don't worry, you will train separately. Only if Dumbledore wishes for you to train together you will.'
'Good.'
'But I'll give you a head start. Here is a list of books I need you to read. It's about your powers.'
Snape gave Draco the list, and Draco quickly scanned it. Then he nodded. Snape stood up, gave Draco a pat on his back and then walked away. Draco gazed at the list, but he didn't see it. His vision just was blank and his mind empty. Finally, after 10 minutes, he sighed and stood up. He was walking slowly to the Library, not feeling like hurrying at all. When he finally reached the Library he took out the list again.
'Now, where to start…'
On the list were books he had never heard of, and some were more commonly known. Draco decided to start with the books found in the Restricted section of the Library. Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, Blood Curses and A Self-Guide to Wandless Magic. If Madam Pinch had been there, she would have given him a piercing glare because of the books he was carrying but luckily, she was home for the holidays. Draco took the four books with him to his dorm room, and started to work through them. It was a lot of work and for about three days, he didn't leave his room except for dinner and breakfast. He stayed up all night and he didn't close his eyes once. He concentrated fully on his readings, and for those days it helped him forget about his father. On the fourth day he didn't even go to breakfast and he also skipped dinner. Snape, getting worried about Draco's absence, visited him that night.
'Draco?' he asked as he entered the dark room.
Draco didn't look up as he scanned the pages quickly with his candle, the only light in the whole room.
'Mister Malfoy!'
Again Draco didn't look up. Snape stepped up to him and blew out his candle. The whole room was wrapped up in darkness.
'Draco, listen to me' Snape ordered as he magically lit the candle again.
'Hmmm?' Draco answered slowly, his voice croaking from tiredness.
'What do you think you are doing?'
'I'm reading the books as you told me to.'
'Yes, I know. I wanted you to read them, not imprison yourself!'
A soft sob was heard, and Snape realised his choice of words.
'I'm sorry Draco, you know what I meant. How far are you?'
'I finished 8 of the 10 books.'
'God, did you sleep?'
'No, I don't need to, I'm strong now.'
'I know that you are strong but even strong persons need sleep. Now come with me to the kitchen and eat something.'
'I'm not hungry.'
'If you aren't coming willingly, I'll carry you.'
Draco snorted.
'You aren't strong enough to carry me.'
'Oh, you don't think so huh? Lets see about that.'
Within moments Draco was lying over the shoulder of his Professor, and was being carried out of the room. Snape carried him to the kitchen, flopped him down on a chair and ordered some house elves to prepare food for him. Snape looked at Draco.
'You look horrible,' he said softly, as he noticed that Draco had fallen asleep.
When his dinner was brought, Snape woke him and fed him.
'What have you learned so far?'
'Not much, the only thing I could do was Accio my quill from the table without my wand, and I didn't even do it on purpose. I was wondering where my quill was, and suddenly it flew into my hand.'
'That's good, we'll start training on Accio first, then.'
'When?'
'The day Mr. Potter arrives.'
'Why not tomorrow?'
'You have to rest first, get some sleep and a good dinner and of course you have to finish your last 2 books.'
'I can finish them tonight, get a good breakfast tomorrow and sleep tomorrow night.'
'No, I'm going to take your books with me and I will only give them to you when you're back on track again.'
Draco crossed his arms, 'Fine.'
'Now finish your dinner and get to bed' Snape ordered.
Draco did as he was told, and half an hour later, he was lying in bed and sleeping soundlessly without dreams or nightmares. He slept through the whole next day, only woken by Snape for some food, and then slept on again. The next day, he was finally able to get out of bed again. All the teachers looked surprised when he showed up for breakfast.
'Are you quite rested now?' Dumbledore asked.
Draco nodded as he sat down and stuffed himself with bacon, eggs and toast.
'You have to finish reading today, Potter is coming tomorrow morning' Snape said to him.
'I know.' Draco said with a sigh.
'What is bothering you master Malfoy?' Dumbledore asked kindly.
'Nothing, except that my father is dead and I have to spend the holidays with Potter.' Draco returned with a sneer.
Dumbledore chuckled, 'You don't have to worry about the fact that you have to spend the remaining days of the holiday with Mr. Potter. You will train separately.'
'I know that but he will be here, and I will see him at breakfast and dinner every day.'
'Don't worry about it.' Snape told him, and with that, the discussion ended.
After breakfast, Snape returned Draco's books and Draco spent the remainder of the day reading, every now and then scribbling notes down.
When he walked to breakfast the next morning, he saw Dumbledore, McGonagall and a black dog standing at the great entrance doors, probably waiting for Potter to reach Hogwarts. Draco raised his eyebrows when he entered the Great Hall. It was empty, except for one table, on which breakfast was appearing. Draco seated himself next to Snape.
'What's this all about?' he asked quietly.
'All for your training.'
Draco nodded as he poured some pumpkin juice in his goblet. He was just finishing his toast when the doors of the Great Hall opened, and Dumbledore, McGonagall and Harry Potter came in, the black dog trailing right behind him. Draco observed Potters face. He wasn't smiling like he always did when he was at Hogwarts. His face was a bit of a mask, except for his eyes, which showed all his emotions and feelings, but you had to know how to read them. Potter wasn't the small boy anymore; he had grown into a man, with broad shoulders and long legs. His hair was longer, as it had quite grown over the summer holidays. Draco felt a pang of jealousy as he looked at Potter. Draco himself hadn't changed all that much. He had grown up from all the events from this summer, but he still looked the same. He was still small and his voice was the same as ever.
'You must be hungry.' he heard McGonagall say to Potter.
Potter shook his head.
'I've eaten at home.' his voice croaked.
'Good, then we'll start training' Dumbledore said and with a flick of his hand the whole table was cleared.
The teachers, except for Snape and Dumbledore, left, and Draco was becoming quite nervous.
'I expect you both have finished your readings?'
Both boys nodded.
'Good, well then…'
Dumbledore clapped shortly in his hands and on the table all kinds of things appeared, like books, quills and scrolls.
'As I heard from Professor Snape, Draco's first wandless magic was the Summoning Charm, so I decided we'll start on that. I want you to try the Summoning Charm on one of the things that are on this table.'
Potter folded his arms, looking uninterested.
'Accio quill.' he said lazily, and the quill flew into his hand.
Dumbledore applauded while Draco grunted as he too tried to Accio one of the quills.
'Very good Mr. Potter. I presume you have trained on that at home?'
Draco mimicked Dumbledore, and then angrily said Accio again. A bit hesitantly, the quill raised in the air and flew slowly into Draco's hand. Draco grinned as he turned triumphantly to Dumbledore.
'Good work Mr. Malfoy. Now lets see if you can Summon one of the more heavier books.'
Again Harry said Accio, and immediately the book flew over.
'Accio!' Draco said, but the book stayed where it was.
'Accio' he tried again, now more gentler.
Nothing.
'ACCIO!' Draco shouted, getting angry again.
The book flew over, hitting Draco, almost slamming him off his feet. Potter chuckled.
'Shut up Potter, you better watch out that I don't send the book your way.'
Potter chuckled again.
'You don't get it do you?' he asked.
'What do you mean?' Draco snapped.
Dumbledore smiled as Potter explained to Draco how to use the Summoning Charm.
'Use your emotions.'
'What?'
'Oh, right, I forgot, you don't have them.'
'Ha ha, good one, use your parents. Oh, sorry, you don't have them.'
Potter's eyes darkend. Dumbledore coughed.
'What Harry was trying to say, was that when you get angry or something like that, your powers work more easily.'
Draco huffed.
'I don't need to become angry to use my powers' he said, straightening his back in a proud manner.
Potter snorted.
'No, of course not, maybe you can ask daddy if he'll buy you your powers.'
Snape stepped up to Potter, but Dumbledore held up his hand for him to stop. Draco glared at Potter.
'You bastard.' he hissed, before turning around and stalking out of the Great Hall.
When he was outside he stopped. How dare he? He doesn't know anything! Draco sniffed.
I should've worn my cloak when I went outside yesterday, I'll probably get a cold
. But what he couldn't explain was why his cheeks suddenly became wet as he sniffed again. The doors opened and Snape came out. He took a quick look at Draco.'Are you okay?'
'Yes.'
A small sob escaped Draco. Snape put out his arm and laid his hand on Draco's shoulder.
'He didn't know, how could he know?' Snape said softly.
'He should read the fucking news!'
Tears rolled over Draco's cheeks. He wiped them away quickly.
'Come back inside. And what Potter said was true, you need to use your emotions to use wandless magic.'
Draco wiped more tears away.
'Come on, hide your tears now.'
Draco nodded as he took a deep breath. When he felt okay again he went back inside with Snape. Dumbledore was talking softly to Potter, probably explaining to him about Lucius. Draco sneered at them as he came closer. He turned to the table, and easily Accio'd the remaining book. Dumbledore smiled at him.
'I think you two are ready to start the real training now.' he said, a twinkle shining in his eyes.
A/n: Okay, this is a new story, again, but I didn't have much ideas for Chocolate, so that will take a while before chapter 5 is up. So, as not to keep you all waiting, I started writing on this. Do you like it? Please leave a review! Thank you!!
