Disclaimer: I am unfortunately not JK Rowling

Please be nice about my poor fanfic, I need an ego boost!! It starts right before the Quidditch World Cup, but really it has an overview of the past three years.

He remembered his first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry looked at the hand before him, a hand that offered power, and control. He took Draco Malfoy's hand, ignoring the annoying red-haired boy's disbelief. Slytherin sounded just right

Tired of manipulation, tired of stupid people.

He was annoyed. A smirk crossed his face at the thought of actually being in a house as stupid as Gryfindor. For the past four years he had dealt with Slytherins, and had most definitely become one. Voldemort's attempt, in his first year, to rise had been most entertaining. He laughed as he remembered the galleons the philosophers stone was worth. It now sat in his vault at Gringotts, waiting for when he felt like selling or using it. Draco had been less useful back then, idiot had actually managed to survive though. Second year was entertaining too. Learning to talk to the basilisk was good, and saving that stupid blood traitor had endeared him to that fool Dumbledore. He had destroyed the diary because he certainly did not want competition yet, not until he was ready to enjoy it. Third year had been fun as well. How could enacting revenge for his parents been anything but entertaining? Pettigrew was dead and that gullible Sirius Black had died, leaving him a manor with plenty of interesting things to learn. So far Draco had sent him several useful texts on Dark Magyk by owl. He was annoyed with his lack of ability to practice the newfound spells, but he would get away from these stupid muggles soon. Interestingly enough Draco's father had invited him to see the Quidditch World Cup. They had tickets for the top box. Surprisingly, his Uncle Vernon had agreed to let him go. Most likely out of fear, a good tool.

Harry waited outside number 4 privet drive impatiently. His trunk was packed and sitting beside him. Draco's idiotic father was late. A loud pop and Lucius Malfoy had arrived.

"Took you long enough, " snarled Harry at Draco, who was standing beside his 'idiotic' father.

"Sorry father had not been here before, and he messed up."

Lucius Malfoy wondered at this 'Boy Who Lived' and his very non-innocent attitude. Draco had told him Harry Potter might side with the Dark Lord, and he was beginning to believe him. Picking up the boy's trunk and grabbing him and his son he dissaparated to the woods at the Quidditch World Cup.

After the quidditch game was over the Malfoys and Harry Potter slept in a fantastical tent. Harry personally considered it gaudy, overdone, and blatantly stupid. Why scream magical idiot to any muggle that might wander by? Harry wasn't complaining about the room he and Draco shared, it contained real four-poster beds and was extremely comfortable.

Harry woke because Draco shook him. "My dad and some other idiots are muggle baiting, want to watch from the woods where it is safe?"

Laughing, Harry replied eagerly, " Anything to see your father get busted, poor stupid muggles."

Harry and Draco headed into the woods. Spotting Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, Draco left Harry. They walked to the edge of the woods to get a good view. Bored he headed a little deeper in past some Veela and several males trying to impress. Harry was a lone calm boy in a most entertaining scene of panicked witches and wizards. He headed deeper into the woods to get some quiet after the screaming. Sitting on a stump, he decided he was bored, and pulled out his wand to entertain himself. As he did so, he sensed an oily feel to the air and he saw a man approach from even deeper in the woods. Harry was startled when, faster than he could see and covering and impossible amount of ground, the man plunged snake like fangs into Harry's neck. He screamed as he felt his blood stolen from him and the world went dark.

AN: DUHN-DUHN-DUHN-DUUUUUHN! Please submit a review!! Hearts (and fangs lol) Everyone!!