One too strong to fight

Chapter one – Beginning's.

Harry after years of playing the hero, of being everyone's saviour had finally broken lose of his restraints that was the Gryffindor golden boy, he had fully embraced his Slytherin side, the side of him that was Voldermort. It was the day of his return to Hogwarts and he was barely recognizable. His untameable hair was gelled into numerousspikes; he had three rings in his left ear, a hoop through his eyebrow and a tongue piercing. However that wasn't everything, he had a snake tattoo curling up his spin and a Celtic cross just below his belly button. In part respect for the people that had died because of him and partly because he liked it he now only wore black, that included eyeliner and on special occasion lipstick.

Ron and Hermione stood aghast at the sight of their friend and they kept watching him until he had walked right past them. He was sick of them dictating his actions, he would have it no longer, he didn't need friends such as them, they were not the kind of friends that he needed. Maybe they had been once but not any more.

He got on the Hogwarts express and found himself an empty compartment where he sat himself down and glared at any one who dared to disturb him and his solitude. Even Ron and Hermione tried again but they were hissed out, no one came near him for the latter of the train journey except of course for his usual visit from Draco Malfoy.

Now being the way he was he had to admit that his enemy was rather attractive and he wouldn't say no to a quick go butDraco was a trophy to be displayed not the kind of person that Harry deemed worthy to be in a long term relationship with, that was the last thing he thought about when he thought of Malfoy. As was the norm, Draco was accompanied by his two goons Crabbe and Goyal who were looking if possible more dumb than ever.

"What do you want Malfoy?" His tone was oddly inquisitive although he had notwantedit to be harsh this was not what he had aimed for, he wa smore going for annoyed.

"Just a friendly chat Potter, seeing how you've…changed."

"What of it?"

"How should I put this?" Draco asked himself casually.

"How about you put your words into actions and show me your nice arse walking out of the door." Harry snapped shooting him a meaningful glance that held so much more than the malice that it once would have contained.

"Not exactly the response I was hoping for but it'll do I suppose." Then after a brief pause where the eye contact between the two enemies was unwavering. "Crabbe, Goyal, leave us now." He demanded and to Harry's surprise they did as they were told without complaint.

"Alone? What's your game Malfoy?"

Draco didn't answer. "I notice that you lack the mudblood and Weasel!"

"What's your point, I have no time for mind games, if you want to fight…"

"If I wanted to fight then we'd be fighting by now, not exchanging not so friendly banter, as I was saying before, you've changed…for the better I might add."

"What are you getting at here?"

"As you well know I am a Malfoy and we are entering our final year at Hogwarts."

"Really, wow, I never knew." Harry said in mock amazement, something that apparently pissed Malfoy off a great deal, Harry could see this despite the fact he was trying not to show it and doing fairly well.

"My pointis that being an upper class pureblood wizardlike myself I amexpected to have a suitable partner by my side, one that both my father and I have a mutual agreement on. To simplify my father gave me a list of every male at Hogwarts that he would agree upon."

"What does this have to do with me? Want me to set you up with all of them or something, that is of course if I'm not to busy fighting Voldermort or training to do so."

"Actually I was more thinking along the lines of you being that someone."

"Wait…your father said he would agree to me being your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he may despise you but he knows great power when he sees it and gives respect when it is due."

"Does his master know about this?"

"Contrary to popular belief my father is not a willing associate of Voldermorts, he is one of the few good guys left, to avoid raising suspicion he communicates with onlymy godfather, Severus who reports back to the headmaster."

"You said his name!" It was a statement nothing more and nothing less.

"And? I've heard you say it countless times, what's the big deal?"

"Most can't or won't say it, they're all to scared, as if saying his name will bring him back, what they don't realise is that whether they say it or not he'll be back, because I wasn't yet good enough to stop him the first five times he attacked me, all I could do was fight him off. Now I am spending every second of my free time training with the best witches and wizards in the world, training to make myself better because of him. He ruined my life Draco, I never wanted any of this but I have it and I don't complain, I never have and if I can help it I never will. What you ask is something else entirely, something I have never known and something that I can't handle, your not ready for my life, no one will ever be ready to face the torture and the pain that I go through everyday. Thank you but I can't except anything as serious as what you propose."

"You said my name…" He said it in the softest of whispers that would have broken Harry's heart had it not been shattered a million times over already. He sank into the seat next to Harry's taking his hand within his own.

"I suppose I did, must have slipped out some where along the line. You know I think we might actually have made a good couple, if we're both single when he's dead sure we'll give it ago but until then I'd be happy with a shag here and there."

"How about instead of all that we just be friends, we would have made a good couple, that your right about but you know what I think we'll make even greater friends."

"You know ever since I rejected you when we were so young I wondered was I right to do so? Would things have been any different had I let the sorting hat place me in Slytherin as Iit wanted to, would the people that have long since past been spared? I wish I could find out but I can't turn back time however much I may desire to do so. I tell myself every day that it's no good wondering but I still do, I can't stop, the guilt that weighs down my heart from the moment I get up until the moment I fall asleep you will never know, no man, woman or child should, even when I sleep there are the dreams…" Harry paused, he looked up from their hands which were holding each other into intense silver orbs that seemed anything but sympathetic…they seemed almost understanding. It was something that he had never received from Ron nor from Hermione, in fact not from any one. "I don't even know why I'm saying all of this."

"Because you need too…I know this may seem a little harsh but I don't think your friends ever really understood you, you were never meant to be a Gryffindor, that was the only alternative when you refused your true heritage, you are Slytherin Harry, you always have been. You speak our language, that is something no Slytherin can claim to do."

"Perhaps but that doesn't change anything, I still have to put up with them day in and and day out, ever mind what I want, what I feel. None of that ever matters, not so long as I am in the right place at the right time, ready to do what I was born to do. No matter that it's the ones I love that will suffer, my parents, my godfather, my friends. The pain is never ending, sometimes all I want to do is to just…"

"No," Draco interrupted, "don't say that, to feel pain shows you are human, to feel everything good you have to feel the bad, it's an equal balance, you cannot live without your emotions, I know this sounds a little strange coming from a person who in reality you've only just become acquainted with but your stronger than us all, you are the one who will save us and our world for future generations, you are everything that is good in this world, the one thing that is worth living for."

Harry sat there in his seat looking at the other teen in awe, perhaps he was wrong, Draco was a genuinely caring and compassionate person but not something he wanted, but perhaps someone who could help him get what he wanted.

"Maybe you could help me…"


Hope you liked this, I'm having a little problem with the next chapter to Everyone has their problems, I can't manage to get the chapter going, writers block sucks! So heres another strory to keep you going. Thanks for waiting. xxx