Warning! Warning: This story contains strong violent words and Sexual contact (none in this chapter) DM/HP Slash so if your scarred or don't want to read it GO AWAY! Otherwise Enjoy! J

All characters mentioned in the following story are property of J.K. Rowling and WB. I am in no way connected or in contact with either. This is just a fan Fic. For the enjoyment of those who want to read it. Enjoy!

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Harry Stood on Platform 9 ¾ watching the Hogwarts Express go into the country side. Standing on either side of him was his to best friends, Hermione and Ron. Hermione had started to cry and Ron was trying to comfort her.

"We may never see Hogwarts again." Hermione blew into a handkerchief Ron had pulled out of his pocket.

"Of Course we'll see it again…won't we?" Ron asked, not intending to make it a question.

"We've spent seven years there, of course we'll see it again." Harry said, more to himself than the other two.

The three looked at each other and knew that there friendship would always last. The happiness that they took back into the muggle world with them seemed like it would never end.

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Harry awoke in a sweat. He was covered in a cold chill and felt alone. The sun was slowly rising over the housetops. The pain he felt over missing Hermione and Ron was starting torip him up inside.

Harry heard movement coming from the other room. He stood up, put his robe on and walked out into the hall.

"Good Morning Sleepy Head." His best friend and roommate, Starr McCary, was smiling at him from behind the counter.

"Good Morning" He gave her a half smile back, turning quickly to avoid her penetrating gaze.

Her smiling face turned to concern. She came out from behind the counter and walked over to him.

"What's wrong with you Harry?" Harry's head went into his heads, trying to keep himself from breaking into tears.

"I've had that same dream for the past week I'm sick of it." He let go and a flood of tears came out of his eyes.

"Oh, Honey! I'm so sorry." Starr rubbed his back and held Harry while he calmed down.

"I miss them so bad sometimes I can't stand it." Harry felt shame in leaving his friends without an explanation as to why.

Hours later Harry had changed into a suit and had headed off to work at Plaxith Studios. As he walked up the street a light drizzle started to fall from the sky.

Great he thought I'll be soaked before I even get to the office.

Harry walked down a flight of stairs into the subway station. People were all jammed around a tiny machine dispensing tickets for whatever train they needed to get on.

I'm never going to get to work on time.

Harry finally got his ticket and made his way to the train he needed to be on. He made it just before the door clanged shut.

There was nowhere to sit so Harry stood and held one of the bars coming from the ceiling.

Harry looked around the cab at all the muggles, and thought of how he, the famous Harry Potter, was forced to live as one so he wouldn't endanger anyone.

This really bites he thought to himself. The train pulled into the station and Harry got off and walked up the steps. It had started to rain even harder since he boarded the subway.

Harry ran across the street and into a fairly huge building. Once inside he took the elevator up to the top floor and got off.

"Harry! Just the man I've been looking for. Listen I have a favor to ask you." His boss, Mr. Foxlath, had caught him before he'd gotten to his office.

"One of our top clients is coming in today for an interview. I need you to take the limo and go pick him up. Will you Potter? Thanks." And without an answer he turned on a heel and walked back into his office.

Harry shook his head. He went downstairs and out into the parking lot below the building. It looked so dark and creepy in the garage, a cold chill ran down his back. Harry opened the back door to the limo and got in.

"Mr. Foxlath left you a file in the seat explaining the details of today's meeting" The driver looked at Harry in his rearview mirror.

The car started into motion as Harry picked up the file. Harry looked over bits and pieces of the first page. It seemed the Client was an inventor of Magic Tricks. Harry smiled to himself.

If people only knew the truth he thought to himself. The car continued its journey to the train station, and Harry read farther into his clients bio. The clients name was not mentioned anywhere in the file.

How extremely odd, hmm… Harry moved towards the door as the car pulled in front of the station.

I wonder what platform I'm supposed to meet him at. Harry thought to himself. At this time the driver spoke up.

"Mr. Foxlath said you are to meet the client at platform ten." Harry nodded his head.

He walked into the crowded station looking around as he went. He never thought he'd be back here. He walked between platforms nine and ten. A sudden feeling of recollection and suppressed memories of every time he walked through the platform to the train and the magical world.

"Mr. Potter?" A young man of about twenty was standing before him. He was blonde, pale and muscular. He was dressed in a expensive suit. Harry looked into his silver eyes and saw a cold, menacing look. Harry shook his head.

"What do you want?" Harry hissed turning and walking to reach the exit of the train station.

"Magic Tricks. I'm your client." An intimidating smirk came across his face.

"Why? What are you doing in the muggle world? You hate these people." Harry gestured to the crowd around him. He swallowed hard, waiting for Malfoy's answer.

"There muggles, who else could I sell magic tricks to? Our people don't need any magic." The two had come to a stop in the middle of the station.

"Your people. I gave up the wizarding life a long time ago, and I don't intend to go back." Harry started walking again. He needed to get out of this station.

"That's right, you wanted to protect people by leaving. You didn't want to protect anybody. Your precious godfather died and you blamed Albus Dumbledore and Magic as the cause." Draco followed Harry outside the station and over to a car parked next to the curb.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Harry thought, anger starting to rise inside him. He's not been back in my life for more than ten minutes and I already want to kill him.

Harry shoved Draco against the side of the car. He grabbed him roughly around the neck and put his face as close as he could without touching him.

"Listen to me you sorry son-of-a-bitch, I might have listened to this at Hogwarts, but I'll be damned if I'm listening to it anymore. So shut thehell up and get in the goddamned car." Harry released his collar and got into the limo,he satwaiting for Draco to get in.

Draco got in looking, if possible, paler.

"Alright Potter, its seemed you've gotten balls since the last time we talked." Draco said, a smirk reappearing on his face.

"Fuck you. I'm taking you back to the office, and I never want to see you again. Stay thehell away from me." Harry glared at the silver haired man sitting across from him.

"Impossible. I've asked for you to be my advertising agent." Draco smiled as Harry's face got pale.

Good, Draco thought, I'm starting to make an influence in his life already.

"Why do you want to destroy my life? I haven't done anything to you…lately." Harry said. He was tired of fighting with Malfoy, he just wanted to be left alone.

"Three years. That's when you left, right after seventh year." Draco starred menacingly at Harry. "I'm going to tell you the truth. Since you've left there's been a change in everything. You killed Voldemort in your seventh year. Everything was great until about a week ago. A family of wizards were found murdered in their home and nobody knows how to explain the death's." Draco rummaged through his brief case and pulled out a copy of the evening prophet, handing it to Harry.

Harry took the copy of the prophet and unfolded it. He looked at a picture of the home and a picture of the family below that.

"FAMILY KILLED, FEAR THAT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED HAS RETURNED"

Harry looked at the name under the picture.

"Draco, that's Zacharias Smith. I know him, he dated Ginny Weasley and was apart of Dumbledore's Army."

"Yeah, well he was in training to be the next Minister-of-Magic. The Magical Law Enforcement is investigating the ministry for information about his death. They think that they may have to call in the Aurors."

Harry watched the picture of Smith waving from the front page. It had been so long since Harry had last seen him.

I wonder what killed him? Harry thought.

"No one knows what happened. The strange thing about it is that there was a symbol like the one the Dark Lord used to put up, but this one was different." Draco gave a small shudder.

The Limo pulled up in front of Plaxith and stopped Harry gave Draco back the copy of the Evening Prophet and opened the door to get out.

"Harry," Draco grabbed Harry's arm "Its good to see you again." Draco gave a small smile.

Harry searched his eyes looking for deceit or anger but he was being truthful.

Harry gave a small nod. "You to Draco."

Draco followed Harry up to the top floor.Harry had an odd feeling in his stomach. It wasn't anything he felt before. It was a tickling sensation. He followed Harry out into a gigantic office.

"Mr. Malfoy, welcome to Plaxith Studio. I'm Mr. Foxlath." Harry watched Draco shake hands with his boss.

Harry sighed. He walked to his office on the other side of the floor and shut the door. He leaned against the door.

How could he get away from the Magical world? Harry thought, When it always seemed to be following him.

Harry sat behind his desk and did paper work for the rest of the day, letting his mind focus on his work instead of on other things.

Six 'o Clock finally rolled around. Harry closed his office door, locking it, and walked towards the elevator.

"Harry can I have a quick word?" Mr. Foxlath called Harry into his office.

Harry walked in, shutting the door and waiting.

"Listen, I'm going to get to the point. Mr. Malfoy needs a place to stay while he's here and he mentioned how close you two were and the he wouldn't mind staying with you. You don't mind, do you Harry? Thanks." Mr. Foxlath walked out the door shutting off the lights.

Harry sat in his chair, dumbstruck. Draco walked into the office looking around in the darkness.

"Harry…?" Draco asked into the silent Darkness.

Harry turned around looking at Draco.

"Yeah?" Harry asked in a whisper. He couldn't believe Mr. Foxlath, orDraco,did this.

"You don't mind do you?" Draco said. "I can sleep in this office, there's a couch out front. I don't want to put you out."

Harry was now completely shocked. Draco was actually worried about putting someone out.

"No, It's fine." Harry got up. "Come on, let's go."

What the hell, Harry thought What thehell am I doing?

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