Author's Note: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ!

Ok, now that I've (hopefully) got your attention, hello! This is my first "official" story on here but that, by no means, says I'm new to this. I have a few things to say that I feel is really important for you to know before you begin.

First off: My name's Sara (yes, that is very important for you to know).

Second: I LOVE CRITICISM. Well, I love reviews, but I love being criticized because that's the only way I can make my work better.

Third: I have put a lot of time and work into this fanfiction. I have literally researched, went back to the books to check dates and other things, so please let me know if you catch any errors or feel someone is ooc. I want this to be as canon as possible (you know, plus the whole Dramione thing).

Fourth: Speaking of Dramione, this is one of those stories you really have to wait for it. They won't be in love, heck they won't like each other very much, for a while. But you'll see some interesting interactions between the two to keep you satisfied, hopefully.

Fifth: I feel like I had more to say but I've probably lost you guys by now. Please rate and review!

Please keep in mind this is a sort of prologue (hence the shortness).

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize.

A Familiar Face?

Harry Potter was sitting on a dusty old couch, his eyes shut tight, letting the memories wash over him. With a clenched jaw, he remembered his fifth year...and the end of it. How he had come to this very place that summer, how they had all worked together to try to make this place more bearable. And then his final year, the year he finally defeated Voldemort. When he, Hermione, and Ron, had stayed here. He remembered how and when they finally had to leave. How terrible it was, knowing that there was no place they could go back to anymore, no place they could claim as "theirs". And then, finally, after so long, he allowed himself to think about Sirius...and it hurt. Oh how it hurt. He missed him so much...

He missed him so very much.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair, the memories almost too painful for him to bear. This was the first time that he had let himself think about Sirius, truly think about him...

The sound of the doorbell caused him to pull out of his reverie. A wry smile played on his lips as Mrs. Black's screams began reverberating throughout the house. He had told Hermione and Ron that he had needed some time alone. He had seen the worried look in Hermione's eyes when she heard his request, had seen the worry become more pronounced when he turned down their offer to help him, or to just be there with him so he wouldn't have to face the memories alone. He knew she wasn't going to leave him alone for too long but this was a bit too fast, even for Hermione.

He got up from his seat, heading closer towards the main door, Mrs. Black's yells becoming louder and louder. He tugged open the door, "Hermione I thought I told you-" he stopped mid-sentence; The figure standing before him looked slightly uncomfortable, and nothing like Hermione.

"Potter."

"Malfoy," Harry said, startled, "I- what are you...uh...come on in," he said, noticing Malfoy looking around a bit awkwardly. He stood to the side to let him in. Malfoy looked slightly weary but, with a nod, he entered. He looked edgy and looked around the house, searching for the source of the yells, Harry assumed. "Oh, don't mind her. She's just your mother's dear old Aunt Walburga," Harry said as he was shutting the door. If Malfoy found the house or anything about it distasteful, he said nothing.

Harry walked ahead, leading the way. He led Malfoy to the room he had been sitting in just a few moments ago. "Er...make yourself comfortable. So..." he said sitting down after Malfoy did, "what brings you here?"

Draco looked a bit weary. Harry waited patiently. "I wanted to...thank you," he said, the last words as if they were physically painful to say, "and I had heard in the news that you were staying here for a while. Guess the Daily Prophet got something right."

Harry was startled, taken aback. "I...would you like some tea?" he asked, not knowing what else to say, highly uncomfortable. Malfoy nodded swiftly, just as eager for the distraction as Harry was.

Harry nodded and headed over to the kitchen, his mind wandering. Malfoy? Here to thank him? Of all the crazy...

He shook his head as he grabbed a kettle from a cupboard and began filling it with water.

He heard a noise and figured it was Kreacher. He had let him do whatever he felt like doing for a bit, seeing as he wanted to be alone, but Kreacher had immediately began cleaning up the house, eager to have "Master Potter" back. But he had thought that Kreacher had gone out. He could hear footsteps coming towards him and wondered why Malfoy had, for some reason or another, followed him into the kitchen.

"Potter?" a voice filled with contempt asked disbelievingly. Harry turned around and dropped the kettle with a loud clang, all color draining from his face.

"Sirius?" he asked, not daring to believe his eyes.

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