Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter; the series belongs to J. K. Rowling.

WARNING: This is a MALE WITH MALE story. If you don't like, turn back!!

Author Note: I will be putting Author Notes after the story. XD Other than that, it's going to be a DomHarry and SubDraco. REWRITTEN

Chapter 1: Those Who Have Fallen

A dull aching feeling took over the once hopeful hero as emerald eyes blankly stared into the grey stormy sky that grew darker by the minute. Everyone seemed to be happy with their lives but he wasn't. The results of how everything was suppose to end didn't happen.

The Wizarding world had drastically changed after the Great War. Buildings and cities were damaged or destroyed. The ground was stripped of its greenery as wild life became quiet. Gloomy skies took over the day as people mourned for the dead. The Ministry of Magic had reformed with Arthur Weasely as Head. They slowly progressed and their security strengthened. Despite all the sadness and pain they had faced, they were all content. The days of the dark were over.

The emerald man was most disappointed in himself. He had been hospitalized for two months, in a coma from overusing magic. During those two months, however, was when the decision of what would happen to those of the Dark, the Death Eaters, was decided.

Official Order from the Ministry of Magic:

Affiliates to the Dark Lord will be rounded up and put into Azkaban. Every citizen is encouraged to call in any follower of the Dark Lord; a reward will be given to any who brings them in. Any affiliate who attempts to go against the will of the Ministry of Magic will be condemned to immediate action.

Affiliates to the Dark Lord are to be on magic probation for 10 years and wand probation for 20 years. If any affiliates go against the will of the Ministry of Magic, immediate action will be taken and their wand will be broken or will be magically bounded. Junior Death Eaters are to be held in Azkaban without any communication from the Wizarding World for a year and to be on magic therapy. Any Junior Death Eater who attempts to use magic will be forced into the labor area. Death Eaters who had committed major crimes, i.e. murder, rape and torture will be executed immediately.

Sign,

Arthur Weasely

Head of the Ministry of Magic

Many were pleased with the death of some Death eaters. The Death Eaters themselves, though, were terrified out of their minds. Relief and fear intermingled with each other as the days grew on. The Hero of the Wizarding World was lucky to have slept through this period because it was during this time where the darkness in people's hearts had shown.

When emerald eyes opened to the reality of the world again, he was greeted with the sight of Ron and Hermione along with many other familiar faces. A wide smile was plastered on his face…and that was the last time anyone ever saw him smile again.

Days past into months as the Hero became aware of all the events that happened and are happening now. The deaths of Death Eater criminals and members tortured Harry the most. The shouts of people to torture to end their lives made him sick. The people didn't seem to care of anything else besides the events because they had Harry Potter, the Boy who Conquered on their side. As the months got closer to the end of the year, Harry had gotten tired of everything.

After a year of uncomfortable changes came something that shocked Harry. The headlines of the Daily Prophet blazed once thing:

NARCISSA MALFOY A FELON!!

When Harrry confronted Aruthur about it, Arthur told him that he was informed from a reliable source that Narcissa Malfoy had used The Cruciatus Curse on four muggles to the point of insanity. Harry went right to work right away to prove the Mistress' innocence and after he was done he gave it to Aruthur to look over. All his work to prove her innocence was set aside while all the chairmans of the Ministry of Magic set her sentence date.

Now Harry was staring up at the grey sky as a thunder rolled in. He felt like someone was eating his soul as he became more numb inside. He felt stumped for being unable to help someone who had helped him. He was able to meet Narcissa Malfoy one last time as a last favor from Mr. Weasley.

Rain started to fall down from the grey angry clouds before Harry stood up and went inside the Weasely household. The Weasley family was slowly getting over the death of one family member, Percy, and the fatal injury of another, Fred. Fred had been close to an explosion spell which made him lose his hearing and half of his body had third degree burns. Harry helped the Weasley's pay for the hospital bill when he heard right away after he woke up. After graduation of Hogwarts, Rona and Hermione got a job within the Ministry of Magic. George and Fred found a way to communicate with each other. Slowly everyone seemed to have progressed out of their sorrow, but each event happening in the Wizarding World slowly started to place a burden on Harry's shoulder and sunk him down.

"Oh, Harry dear hurry up and dry yourself up or else you'll catch a cold." Mrs. Weasley quickly handed him a white towel when he entered the door. He took the fluffy towel and took a moment to recognize the warmth the woman had given him ever since he met the mothery figure before him. He'll never forget her.

He stared at the towel before him before he wiped his face with it. He didn't see the sad brown eyes that watched him, that hoped the once happy boy in her memory would reappear. Molly had seen glimpses of the old boy show through when he was working diligently on the Malfoy case and that had sparked a hope in her heart. However, after the rejection, the diligent boy never showed up again and Molly had a chat with her husband. She gave the boy a warm smile as he gave her the towel back whispering a small thanks. She was missing the boy even though he ate, slept and woke up every morning in the very household.

She watched the boy grab a piece of fruit before he put on his cloak and opened the door.

"I'll be back Molly." She let out a soft sigh as the door closed.

"I'm sorry Harry." Tears escaped her brown eyes as she said these words. The boy was diappearing each day and it pained her to be unable to do anything.

Harry looked grimly at the big old building before him. The gloomy feeling that once enveloped the atmosphere of Azkaban had turned to death. He walked in and was escorted by a guard as request of Arthur Weasley to meet Narcissa. He had a room prepared for him just 15 minutes before Narcissa Malfoy's death sentence. When they got to the door the guard asked him to sign in and to remove his wand.

"As a precaution please say ten feet away from the prisoner. You have 15 minutes. I'll knock to tell you when your mintues are up." With that Harry walked into the opened room without a response and the door was closed behind him.

He looked around room and saw a luxurious place set with red couches, carpet, window curtains, a fancy lamp, portraits, and a polished table made of the finest dark wood.

"I was told that I'd have one last visitor, but I never thought that it'd be you, Harry Potter." Harry swung around and saw a lady dressed in a worn out gown sitting by a window.

"…Mrs. Malfoy…" Her usually rich blond hair had turned duller, whiter and her and her eyes had lost all hope. The proud figure before the war was no longer here, at least, not in Harry's eyes.

"Congratulations on defeating the Dark Lord, although it is quite late." She curtly nodded at him as a thanks and Harry walked over to the window next to the woman. He peered outside and saw the courtyard and saw a mob of citizens cheering in joy.

"I knew they'd be there. They always were for the others." Harry's shifted his gaze somewhere else since his brain was already seared with the image of people cheering for the death of one person.

Silence droned on and it took a while before Harry noticed a pair of eyes on him. He turned his head and looked at the woman. She had a questioning expression on her face like she was trying to figure him out.

"...Yes?"

"You're different now." After a confused face on the boy she sighed.

"What happened to your pride? What happned to that boy all those years a go?" A small smile appeared on Harry's face.

"He's lost within the crowds." Narcissa's eyes widened. The person before him was slowly waivering, losing all hope and sense of direction.

'To have so much burden on your shoulders from the start. It's a nightmare right? To see how things turned out to be.' Narcissa stood up and walked over to the boy who was a foot taller than her.

"There are times that I wish I could change some things in the past. I wish that I could go back and save my parents. I wish that I could go back and save Sirius. I wish that I could go back and help Dumbledore. However, what I wish I could do the most though…was to go back to that time when I was in a coma. My parents, Sirius, Severus and Dumbledore, they all wanted peace where everyone could live together, where there was no Dark Lord. Where there was no more death. If I was a wake during that time, I'm sure, that I'd be able to make a difference…and make things right." The woman listened to the regrets of the boy, it was the only thing she could do in hopes to help the boy.

"Harry." Harry looked at the woman before he noticed how close she was. Narcissa was expecting him to take a step away, but when he stood right there, she could see the trust he had in her.

"I wanted to thank you Harry. I wanted to thank you for trying. I heard of what you did to help me, and even though it didn't work, I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate it." Narcissa saw tears cloud the boy's eyes as he closed his eyes and looked away. She walked to the couch and sat down, grateful that she said what she wanted to say.

"Aren't you scared?" Narcissa looked up at the boy before she waved him to come and sit down.

"Scared? Every bead of my being is, but there is nothing I can do."

"Is there anything that you regret?"

"Regret. I have loads of regret. I regret not escaping from the country when we had a chance. I regret being on the Dark side...but the one thing I regret the most is leaving behind my family. They can't do anything. They'll be so hopeless." Guilt gnawed at Harry's heart as he watched the woman cry before him.

Harry got down on his knees and looked at the ground before him.

"We're all bound by regret. I wasn't able to help you and now a family is going to be torn apart."

"Harry..?"

"Is there anything? Is there anything that I can do? I want to help you."

Narcissa stared into the emerald eyes before her and saw the old fire burning. She saw unyielding truth and loyalty speaking in his eyes. No wonder Dumbledore saw so much promise in him. She could see no lies or deception, just a strong need to something for her. Just his eyes had given Narcissa one last hope.

"Harr-"

"Times up." Two guards barged in and grabbed Narcissa by her arms taking her away.

"Wait!" Harry hurried after them. He noticed the clock and saw that he had three more minutes before his time was up.

"I said wait!" More guards came to him and hold him he couldn't go any further. He struggled past them and he got through, but before he could reach Narcissa more guards reached him and held him back.

Harry could see tears running down Narcissa's face and the hope gleaming in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder.

"SAVE THEM! HELP THEM! TAKE CARE OF THEM FOR ME HARRY!" Harry could see her smile before the doors closed.

He was directed out of Azkaban shortly after and he followed them like a zombie. His mind was preoccupied of what to do, but then he realized he didn't have to plan anything out. The thought of Narcissa's last straw of trust and hope flashed in his mind. He just had to do it. He had to fulfill her wishes. He would get Lucius and Draco out of Azkaban, even if it meant going against the entire Wizarding World. He will fight back the wrongs of the Ministry and give more hope to those who had fallen.

A/N: Boring right. I thought it was too, but coming up with the ideas was fun. Not a lot of action I know. I was thinking of making this the prologue or a flashback…but I didn't feel like it. Any-who. What did you think of it? Like it? No?

Why did I re-write it? My mind gets bombarded with ideas that I just wanted a more different approach to the story. No I have a better idea of what's going to happen. Sorry for the mistakes! ;