Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out my story! I've been working like crazy to get it written and keep most of the original. I did change a couple things like Draco going into writing instead of his dad's business. Certain deaths will still be there, even if it looks like they won't. Some major changes will include adding more detail and explaining more about the characters that were brushed over. It'll also have a lot more of Draco and Harry together rather than the brief glimpses mentioned before. And, per request, I am keeping the timeline mostly linear. The beginning of each chapter will have older Draco and then goes right back to where we left off in the past. So please enjoy!

The Man Who Sold the World

(David Bowie)

Draco opened a word document and allowed his fingers to hover over the keyboard, almost daring the words to come out with his intense stare. But nothing did. He was left staring at a blank screen while the dull thrum of other keyboardists filled the room. He should have been working harder, like the others, and trying to get this done. Instead he didn't and just sat there wondering where the words had gone, but maybe they were never there.

It had been years since Draco had heard from Harry, or even Luna, but now on the anniversary of Tonks death he had sent Draco an email wanting to meet up. It wasn't formally written, if anything Draco was lucky that Harry capitalized his name, unlike everything else.

He didn't bother to question where his old friend had gotten his email from; his father had it all over their website, since Draco was one of the top contributors to the New York Times. Draco was such a cop-out. He should have stuck to the little indie newspapers he loved, but instead he decided to follow his father's rise to power and secure a top spot at a highly respected newspaper. It'll only help his father's political career.

At least Draco wasn't trying to follow him on that path, but the newspaper wasn't much of a rebellion.

"Hey Draco, are you done with that article yet? The chief is asking for it," Pansy called from her desk. She was the fashion columnist, which barely counted as news. But she enjoyed her job, and Draco knew if he hadn't requested her to join their team, she never would have tried to do this. He just wanted to get her out of bussing tables after her family lost all their money. Old money was hard to lose, but not entirely impossible either.

"No, and I don't think I will be done for a while. I'm stepping out." Draco replied, not bothering to acknowledge the way her eyes widened and then quickly glanced over at the chief's office door. Draco had a standing here, and taking the rest of the day off wouldn't affect anything.

He left the office and ignored the curious faces from all the word swollen members of their staff. Sometimes he really hated the journalism world.

As Draco stepped out into the chill air of New York City, he didn't mind the constant sound of people moving, going on with their lives. It was much better than the quiet of the suburbs, or the silence of his garage with his best friend Harry.

Draco wanted to hit something, break it, and kick at the remains. But more than anything he felt tired just thinking about it. Harry always made him tired.

Tonks was humming to Queen as it played softly over the radio. Normally she would blast it but Draco was on the phone with Pansy trying to make plans with the gang to go to a local Pink Floyd concert. They were going to get drunk and high, but he really just wanted to enjoy the music.

Tonks was putting together her 'care package' which was mostly filled with energy drinks, some quick to eat bars, and fruit snacks for the road. She had been to a fair amount of concerts and this was going to be Draco's first. He was fourteen and ready to take on the world.

"Okay so who is the best band in the world," Tonks asked just as Pansy hung up on Draco. He looked at her and beamed.

"Guns and Roses obviously," He said making her sigh dramatically and shake her head.

"It's Guns n Roses, sweetheart, otherwise you're not a true fan. Besides, I think Queen is way better but whatever loser." She said arrogantly with her lips pressed together mocking his mother. She would be snooty too but probably not about music. Draco couldn't even remember ever seeing his parents listen to music, let alone what their favorite bands might be.

Tonks had bright green hair, almost like a highlighter. She always dyed her hair crazy colors and as long as she stayed in the servant quarters, his parents didn't seem to care. She was pretty much Draco's cousin anyway. A long time ago she confided in him that she had been raped and lost the baby, that's how she wound up here, but since then she hasn't talked about it again.

Draco wasn't the type to pressure her, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know more anyway. Rape wasn't one of those stories that people enjoyed listening to. And anyway, he had this feeling that tonight would change things. The last time he had this feeling, his mother brought home Tonks.

The van was packed. Pansy, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne were there, Blaise driving illegally like normal just because he's two years older and his dad doesn't care. Blaise and Theo were up front, the two oldest. The babies were all in the back, or at least that's what Blaise calls them since they're all fourteen. Pansy had already started drinking the beer he'd snuck out of the house. Draco never touched the stuff after his first experience, but after she had downed three, Daphne was looking at them curiously too. He had never seen her drink before, but if she was going to, she might as well do it with friends.

Draco watched Theo pull a mix CD out of his pack and within moments they were blasting Nine Inch Nails. He absently sung along with the music quietly as Pansy squealed with delight. The venue wasn't too far away, only three hours, but it would be worth it once they got there. Personally Draco had a thing for the Beatles too, but that wasn't hard enough for his friends. But the idea of making music just to make people happy was so simple and kind that Draco was enthralled.

When they got there they left the van unlocked and raced inside with their bags to get to their seats, they only arrived with thirty minutes before the first band and they could tell from the lack of parking that the place was packed.

Their tickets were kind of shitty, Draco could have gotten the money for better, but then he wouldn't be with his friends. Theo, Blaise, and Daphne had money, but it was well known that Pansy didn't anymore. Because of that they keep their activities relatively cheap, and try not to talk about it. He knew she appreciated it, but would never say anything aloud.

Daphne was on her sixth beer, she'd already made us stop a few times to pee, but she didn't seem to be slowing down, even Pansy wasn't at that many beers. Her face was flushed and her pony-tail was coming undone, but she was cheering as loud as she could with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on her.

"Let's pass out more beers," Pansy smirked and handed out some to everyone, but Draco held up his root beer and smiled. His pointer was covering the word 'root' so Pansy just nodded and bypassed him, obviously fooled. It wasn't that he didn't want to drink, but Draco was fourteen and when he tried it he almost threw up, it was disgusting.

Something caught his eye though making him turn to look at the group seated next to theirs. It was another group of teenagers, all drinking beer, except for the guy directly beside Draco. He had on baggy worn clothes with stains that could never come out. His eyes were a bright green, something he could even see in the smoky haze of the venue. The guy had a mop of black hair, almost too dark to see in the poor lighting, but he had a root beer in his hand too, with his fingers casually covering the root part as well.

Draco held up his drink in a silent 'cheers' gesture. The stranger next to him smiled somewhat nervously and toasted as well. "I'm Draco Malfoy, what's your name?" He asked, not wasting time wanting to get to know a new group of people. Tonks always told him that the more people you meet the larger your world will grow, and if you allow it, those people will fill it with enrichment and expand his mind as well.

"I'm Harry Potter," the boy said almost too soft for Draco to hear, but he just beamed and turned back to the stage as the first band went up. It was some group he'd never heard of, and they didn't sound all that great either, but Harry seemed entranced and was bobbing his head to the beat.

Draco just relaxed with his soda and watched Daphne drape herself over Blaise. He was a pretty big dark dude, so it was way better than her thrusting herself at strangers. Tonks story filled his mind for a moment, but he knew they wouldn't leave her alone, even for a moment while they were here. Daphne would be safe, and they'd have fun at the concert.

Smoke filled the stage as the main attraction arrived.

The place was packed and overheated. Bodies were meshed together at the front as everyone screamed the lyrics, Draco was one of them, and even from their seats at the very top they were all jumping up and down singing. When 'Green is the Colour' came on the whole crowd seemed to slow down. Some of them were obviously on acid, the drug of choice for Pink Floyd, but even if you weren't on drugs, there was a sense of community within the crowd.

Draco felt like, for this couple hour show, that he belonged.

Once the show ended, Draco noticed Daphne wasn't with them. It was only for an instant though because Harry was in front of him asking for Draco's number. "Maybe we could hang out sometime," he said with a shrug, his big round glasses making him look more innocent than he should have been. Draco nodded though and wrote his number on the back of Harry's hand and then said his goodbyes. Their group wandered out to the van where Daphne was waiting for them. She looked oddly sober, even though her eyes were puffy. Instead of the half-done pony-tail she had earlier her hair was undone and all over the place, way worse than before. She offered a broken smile as we all got back in the car.

"Gilmour has got to be one of the top guitar players of all time," Blaise grinned making Theo nod enthusiastically.

"Yeah and Waters has gotta be the best bassist! I've never heard better and I don't think I ever will!" Theo laughed; looking much more relaxed than on the ride there. He had another mix CD for everyone this one full of Pink Floyd's greatest hits so far.

Pansy just rolled her eyes, "Guys, I have no clue which band member is who, so let's just relax and stop talking about all this nerdy shit."

Draco laughed at that and noticed Daphne staring at her hands in her lap. "You okay?" Draco asked softly, letting the music drown him out to the others. Daphne looked up at him and her eyes filled with tears. He didn't know what to do so he offered his hand quietly, not wanting the others to notice. They wouldn't be discreet, and odds are someone would wind up in jail. Daphne hesitated and then immediately clung to it with both of her hands which were frozen and trembling.

Something happened, but instead of talking about it they just listened to the music and breathed in the air filled with the smell of alcohol and the almost indistinguishable scent of cum.