A/N: Hey, I've had this idea in my mind for quite a while and I wanted to get it out there.
Yes, I know Voldie doesn't have a body at this stage in the story, but we're going to ignore that little fact because if we acknowledge it, none of this would make sense.
Disclaimer- I drink instant coffee. JK Rowling is richer than the Queen. Enough said
Harry was running through the neighbourhood park, frantically trying to escape those who pursue him, "Get back here you freak!" He heard someone call out. The ten year old boy's green eyes widened in fear behind his wiry glasses as he was ran. He skidded to a stop when he was cornered by a fence, and turned around to see Dudley and Piers and their group ganging up on him. Harry kept a determined expression on his face when inside, he was going crazy with fear, Slytherins do not show their emotions. Keep control of what you are thinking
Gryffindors bravery at what separate them from the rest my boy, your parents were brave. The people before you are nothing but bullies, it is your turn to stand up for yourself. Darn the consequences
Harry's eyes narrowed at the strange thought; after all, what on earth is a Slytherin or a Gryffindor? He snapped back into focus just quick enough to see Piers grab his frail boy and hold his hands behind his back, whilst his cousin practised on his favourite human punching bag. The small male screamed for him to stop, when he wasn't being punched in the face, and squirmed, but Pier's hold was too strong, "Hey!" a voice called out, "Leave him alone!" Harry sighed, he could never have been more grateful for someone's interruption. The group parted to reveal a boy Harry's age with platinum blonde hair and powerful silver eyes.
"What it to you, blonde freak?"
"Yea, your freak hair and freakish eyes; go on! Get out of here!"
"No," the boy said again, "Leave. Him. Alone."
Harry dangled from the death grip in utter confusion. Who was this boy? And why would he want to help him? But the thought alone sent a warm feeling through him, and he narrowed his eyes in desperation for freedom.
"Leave now, blondie, and we won't beat you up."
"I'm not leaving until you let him go."
Just leave, Harry thought. They piercing silver bored into Harry's green eyes with determination which he had never seen before. The orphan looked up to the tree branch, I don't want him to get hurt, and I have to do something. Then his power surged through him as he watched the branch fall in amazement, right onto his big, fat cousin's head. His friends crowded around him, letting Harry go. Said boy ran for his life, wiping blood off his face as he did so.
"Come with me," the blonde said, "Do not worry."
He saved me! Harry thought, "I am not worried."
"Good then," he said haughtily, "My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Harry Potter."
"I know that," Draco said with a small smile, "And that branch? You're a wizard, obviously, a powerful one in fact."
"...I'm a what?"
"A wizard," Draco sighed like Harry was stupid, "Someone who can do magic? Some of us are...more worthy, than others. And living with those Muggles, I can't blame you for not knowing the difference. I can help you out there." Draco held out a pale arm for him to shake. Harry had no idea what a Muggle was, but accepted the hand without hesitation nonetheless.
The blonde was quiet for a while, "You honestly knew nothing about your magic?" At Harry's silent, shocked response Malfoy sighed, "Come Harry, we have much to discuss."
"So you don't remember anything?"
"Only a flash of green light."
"Wow..." Draco whispered, they were sitting on a park bench and Draco was questioning Harry about his life, "What other accidental magic have you done?"
"I'm sorry to say this Draco, but I don't think I'm a wizard. Magic isn't real." Harry had all too many experiences with believing in magic, most of them whilst resulted in the cupboard under the stairs.
"Oh really?" the blonde smirked, "Has there ever been a time where you didn't want to do something, or you knew something was going to happen; and you made things go your way?" Harry frowned in concentration, landing up on the roof away from Dudley's gang, the jumper shrinking, and his hair re growing... He sighed at Draco's grin, "I told you so."
"Fine," Harry said in defeat, "I'm a wizard. It's sounds so...far-fetched." He paused for a while at the sight on a large garden snake, /Leave us\ he hissed and the snake complied.
Draco's eyes widened, "You're a Parselmouth?"
"I'm a what?"
"A Parselmouth; you can talk to snakes!"
"I can?" Draco just rolled his eyes impatiently, so Harry tried again, "Is that a bad thing?"
"What? Of course not! It's why Salazar Slytherin was famous after all, what my parents would do to turn me into a Parselmouth!"
"So...who's Salazar Slytherin?"
"One founder of the four houses," They were both sitting die by side, watching the sun go down, "There's Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff," Harry sniggered at this, "Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. What house will you be in?"
"I, um, I don't really know. You?"
"Slytherin, my whole family's been in it. You better be a Slytherin," he added with a grin, "I just know it. Can't go through Hogwarts without a friend right?"
"Yea, right."
Friend...
Voldemort groaned and shook his head slightly as he picked himself up from the floor, Ugh, he thought, where am I? He staggered as he regained his balance and for some reason he was wearing a really thick black robe. Tom looked around the surrounding forests before stumbling across a pond. He gasped as he stared into the reflection. He no longer bore the snow white skin and slit red eyes, but he seemed to take on the appearance of the same handsome Tom Riddle that he once was.
"What happened to me? Where am I?" The last thing he remembered doing was... he had no idea. He placed his wand in his hand, "Point me" he instructed, but upon seeing that the spell was of no use whatsoever, he began walking in a random direction, all of the time thinking, What happened?
Days passed where Harry and Draco bonded and became really close. There were a couple of things that we're never talked about. Harry parents, for one, and also why Draco was in Privet Drive in the first place. With each passing hour, both their powers increased; this was shown through their accidental magic. Harry wasn't even allowed inside Number 4 often anymore because of it. They also got to know each other, "Let's see," Draco asked on day, "Favourite animal?"
"Muggle or magic?"
"What do you think?"
Harry smirked, "Phoenix, a blue one. There are too many red ones."
"Do you have any idea how rare those are to get? And you can't just buy Phoenixes, they have to find you."
"Why?"
"No one knows really. They are incredibly loyal apparently."
"Hmm," Harry mused, "What's your favourite animal?"
"Dragon," he replied immediately. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, "I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically.
A comfortable silence followed, "Sun's setting," Draco muttered, "I should go." Harry nodded and they said good bye. The raven haired boy had never been so comfortable in his life, him and Draco just fit together.
Harry picked up a gold watch, which he assumed Draco left, and stared intently. Instead of hands, there were little stars circling around the numbers. The wonders of magic... Humming merrily as he walked back to Number 4, he failed to notice a bright blue pair of twinkling eyes narrowed at him.
Draco walked silently along the path way, glancing at the identical houses with little interest. He was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake, why would he care? Actually, the real question was; why was he here? He didn't know the answer himself, Draco doubted his parents knew where he went. Something about that Harry boy was...strange, and not because he was a wizard or had defeated the Dark Lord. Defeated, not destroyed.
He plunged his hands into his pockets, using a selection of his father's curse words when he realised that he must've left his watch at the tree. Draco caught sight of Harry walking in the opposite direction and opened his mouth to call for him, but stopped at the sight of an old man in bright blue robes with white hair sneak up behind Harry. Instinct drove him and he crept silently behind the bushes to watch out for his new best friend.
Something doesn't feel right, Harry thought, he felt something attacking his mind. Draco had taught him the basics of Occlumency, something that he had overheard his 'Uncle Severus' discussing on day at the Manor. His shield wasn't strong enough yet but it was enough to warn the person that he was alert. He turned at the sound of someone speaking, "Good evening Harry."
"W-Who are you?"
"My name is Professor Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at Hogwarts, a school of magic." Draco had told him about Hogwarts and about Dumbledore too. The old man was nothing but someone who spoke in riddles that was too fond of his Lemon Drops. Harry nodded curtly and kept walking, the voice of Draco resounding in his mind, '"Don't trust anyone but yourself." He had said, "And your best friend." He added as an afterthought, throwing an arm around Harry's shoulders.'
"Why don't you trust me Harry? I can bring you to my school."
"Trusting is the first step of betrayal," Harry responded immediately, "and besides, I don't talk to strangers like you. Magic isn't real." He lied smoothly
"But you trusted Mr Malfoy," he turned to look at the elderly man at these words, "Yes I have seen you two together and you're magic. I must tell you Harry, people like him aren't good for you." Harry thought he heard a sound from behind the bushes, like a scoff or a sound of disgust, "I know families that you can trust, like the Weasley's."
"Weasels...?" he asked in confusion. Why would this man want him to be friend with weasels? Unless they invented a spell of get weasels to talk English, but that still wouldn't be very helpful – companionship wise.
"Mr Malfoy is not good for you, and you are not supposed have any knowledge of your magic until you turn 11. It's all part of my plan to keep you safe."
"Your plan," Harry bit, he didn't care that he was only ten and the elderly man probably had decades of experience above him, all he knew was that he didn't like the sound of him, "I'm not a pawn. I know of my magic and you can't take that away from me."
The old man sighed, "It seems like I have no choice. Mr Malfoy would be so disappointed, but this was the way it was meant to happen. Your destiny follows a set of rules for companions."
The raven haired snarled in anger, feeling the magic boil up inside of him. He could feel it coursing through his veins, swimming in his blood, doing whatever it could to be released. He insulted Draco!He felt power surging in his hands like never before, "Well rules are meant to be broken," he growled as menacing as he could, Where did that come from? He thought to himself.
"Apparently Mr Malfoy has damaged your mind more than I thought, this is for your own good my boy. You must not let your demon side get to you!"
That anger, it rose again, "You don't know what's good for me!" Before he paused, Demon side? But he had no time to dawdle; Harry tripped and punched the ground, crying out in pain as his fist connected with the rock. But that was nothing compared to the wall of dark blue/indigo fire that erupted from the ground, pushing Dumbledore back. Awesome, he thought.
But Harry was backed up into a corner, and Draco's grey eyes widened as he saw his best friend trapped, and yet determined, Reckless to the end, Draco thought in disgust, Must be that father of his, James Potter, thank god his biological mother was a Slytherin, a demon in fact, and not that mudblood Evans.
"Your life," Dumbledore stated calmly, "Follows a set of rules. You must obey them for this plan to work out. And these last few weeks were, what I call, rule breakers. It's for your own good."
Blue eyes twinkled more brightly than ever as he raised his wand, oblivious to the platinum haired boy hiding behind the bush, eyes widened in fear and his mouth gaping open as if to yell out Harry!, and pointed it at the black haired boy's temple, who's bright green eyes were wide in fear...
"Obliviate!"
A/N: Erm, not too sure about the ending, but it's late and I'm getting tired
Review and let me know what you think
I know what you're thinking right now, who the hell is Harry's biological mother? All will be told in time, my friend...
