I got the idea for this fic last night when I went roller skating with some of my friends last night. I think about Drarry waaay too much apparently. I'm in school right now so this won't update too often, but I am going to try to keep it to seven chapters as there were seven books and I have a lot of parallels planned. Thanks so much for reading! Don't worry about reviews although they would be nice but I check the traffic graphs for my fics so I know you guys are seeing this :)
Chapter One: Harry Potter and the Roller Rink
"Harry, get dressed. We're going roller skating in five minutes," Uncle Vernon grunted. "Dudley needs to try out his new skates."
Harry scrubbed the last pan from breakfast with renewed urgency. "Uncle Vernon, but I don't have skates."
The old man sneered at Harry's comment as if he had known the boy would ask. "Well, you won't be able to skate then, will you?" Vernon's nose started to shake from holding his sneer so long, and he bared his teeth for added effect, showing Harry the remnants of his breakfast.
"Yes, Uncle." Harry choked down vomit-if he puked, he'd have to clean all of the plates again. He threw the last pan into the drying rack and ducked into his cupboard room to change out of his dirty pajamas into slightly cleaner jeans and a tee-shirt that was three sizes too big.
Aunt Petunia smacked the back of his head to hurry him along as she grabbed her faux gator-skin purse and strutted to the car where she waited for him to open her door. Harry slid into the back seat only to pushed to the other side by his least favorite and only cousin. Dudley grinned at Harry-the beginnings of a sneer dancing on his lips, my how he was learning from his father!
"Like my new skatessss." He sounded like a snake and spit like an ostrich. The blue wheels of the white leather spun in his greasy hands as Dudley ran them up the back of his mother's chair with such force that she rocked back and forth. He turned his attention to Harry's face and ran a trail over his nose, breaking his glasses for the second time today. Harry gave him a glare, but his face remained Dudley's private roller rink. Dudley stopped his annoyance of Harry in favor of wearing his skates as a hat and then gloves and then ear warmers all with blubbering noises coming from his mouth.
Harry took off his broken glasses and rewound the tape until they hung lop-sided on his nose again. With his glasses repaired, he could better see the dreariness of their middle-class, English suburb with its failing flowers and boring brick houses. The closer they got to the rink, the more Petunia's leg jittered.
"Are you sure we're going the right place, Vernon?" Her voice was a submissive whisper, not wanting to anger her husband.
"Don't worry, love. This is just a small traipse through the slums. The rink is like a palace. My father took me here when I was your age, Dudley."
Dudley continued lavishing his attention on his skates, making them do loop de loops in the air.
"I didn't know you skated, Vernon," Petunia tittered.
"Oh, I don't. It was a one time event. The owner's rascal was faster than me and refused to let me beat him in races, so we never went back again."
Harry rolled his eyes.
The failing flowers turned into grave-looking grass and the boring brick into drug dealer dens until a great sign rose up over a hill of garbage. Even in the morning light, the billboard shone-a myriad of pink and black with writing in red advertising "The Malfoy Manor Roller Rink." Vernon started muttering about his lost childhood as they got close enough to the sign to see the picture of the owner (the speedster who had beat Vernon) and his bombshell of a wife holding their son. Each of them stared at passerby with smiles on their faces but haughtiness in the glare of their eyes.
"Dudley, as my son, I demand that you challenge that boy on the sign there to a race and that you beat him. You will bring the Dursley name to fame!"
Dudley actually managed to stop playing with his skates long enough to nod to his father as they pulled into the parking lot, newly paved and getting more full with every minute. Vernon jerked the car to a halt and Dudley fell out in a hurry to get to the door. Harry lagged behind as the Durlseys scurried after their overanxious son.
Harry ran his fingers over the finger-printed front door. The rest of his family waited at the ticket booth with Vernon tapping his fingers on the counter, waiting to be left in. When Mrs. Malfoy got over to them, Vernon started screaming, "We don't need tickets! My son has skates and we will not be skating!" Mrs. Malfoy narrowed her eyes and took a sharp breath in as if she had just been kissed on the ear. "This way." She pointed with her middle finger and an overexaggerated flourish.
When they found a table, Dudly plopped himself down and threw his skates at Vernon, demanding tghat he "put them on right now so I can go skating with the other kids and show them how fast I am!" Vernon fumbled to catch them, but recovered from the shock in an instant, snatching Dudley's foot and shoving the skates on with extra force.
"Daddy, that hurts my foot."
"The more it hurts, the faster you'll get skating!" Vernon grunted with the effort, and Petunia shifted from foot to foot. Harry leaned against the wall of the rink and picked out the fastest skater their-Dudley's competition-in an instant.
He had bleach white and piercing blue eyes that struck Harry the moment he turned his head. He skated around the circle with the grace of a waterfall and the speed of the Concord, slowing down to show off his tricks when he got closer to the Dursleys who were creating a scene as Dudley struggled with his father. "They don't fit! You bought me the wrong skates, you stupid cow!" The fight ended with a final shove to get the second skate on and Dudley was off.
He was falling, rather. The bleach blond started skating backwards to get a better view of the spectacle tumbling its way across the rink. Dudley crawled across the floor, blocking the way of other skaters and creating a massive pile-up. The blond boy came to the rescue of the victims. That is, the victims other than Dudley. Dudley slid himself across the floor until he could get to the wall where he failed to stand up again. The blond jumped over the wall and spun around in circles, landing right in front of the giant claw machine.
Harry peeled his eyes from the Roller God and tried to pick out another good skater, but without the blond, the talent pool was dead. The brunette was about to turn around when someone ran into him. He braced himself against the wall before turning around with the stranger's hands on his hips.
"Sorry," the blond drawled. "Guess I didn't know where I was go-" His mouth dropped, his mouth with the pale red lips and teeth to match his hair. "Merlin's beard, you're Harry Potter."
"Um, yeah, who are you?" Harry wriggled out of the boy's grasp and took a step back. "And how do you know me?" Draco whirled around and grabbed the other boy's hand.
"Come with me," he muttered. "Bloody Boy Who Lived in my bloody family roller rink on this bloody day. How can this bloody day get any better?" They stromed around the concessions counter and into the depths of the rink. The lights turned into sconces and the carpeting into flagstone. "I bloody got my bloody Hogwarts letter and now the bloody Boy Who Lived is in my bloody house. Come into the bloody library, bloody Harry bloody Potter." He spread his arms and spun around in the green wall-papered room with its four chandeliers and mahogany bookcases imported from Scotland. "Allow me to bloody introduce my self." He took a deep breath and brushed his hand down the front of his body. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He extended his hand, his eyes wide as the beam of a wand and smile bigger than Nearly Headless Nick's. "Well, take my hand. I'll be able to say that I was touched by a celebrity. It isn't ever day that one meets the love child of the two best roller derby skaters to ever live."
"What?" Harry shook his hand but only for a second before falling into a leather loveseat. "Lovechild? Me? Of the two best roller derby skaters to ever live? Are you talking about my parents?"
"Yes, yes, oh, bloody yes." Draco ran to the corner of the room to get the step ladder and wheeled it over to the other side as fast as a Firebolt to pull down a blue leather book with gold letters "Roller Derby of the '80s" emblazoned in gold. "Oh, Merlin's bloody beard, I am so excited. I could, I could, just, just KISS you."
Harry muttered under his breath, I wouldn't mind that."
Draco wrapped his arm around the ladder to steady himself and breathed. Still hyperventilating as he flipped the pages, Draco turned to the last pages of the book with it's two page picture of James and Lily Potter. He read aloud, "The youngest and fastest to ever don the Gryffindor Roller Derby unifroms, James and Lily Potter crashed all of the school records, always in hot competition with each other even when they fell in love and their son was born the year after them and their friends left Hogwarts. Editor's note: right as this book was going to press, we received word that the Potter family had been in a tragic car accident in which both Lily and James perished, leaving their son Harry alone with nothing to prove for his loss other than a scar on his foreheard, presumably from a shard of the car's windshield." Draco slammed the book shut and slipped it back into its place, adding, "Harry Potter has not been seen since the accident. Even the great Albus Dumbledore pretends to not know his whereabouts. I guess I'm greater than Dumbledore." He grabbed the sides of the ladder and slid down, strutting over to Harry with practiced finesse. "My father will hear about this."
Thank you so much for reading! I am really enjoying this. I wish I had a three-day weekend so I cold write more, but, alas, I don't. I'll try to publish the next chapter this week, but I can't make any promises.