The Chosen One

The Autobiography of Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

Family

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, the last of the Marauders and the only family I had left. When I lost Sirius I was crushed but on the day of the final battle when I lost Remus I died a little too, Remus was there for me through my grief for Sirius but who did I have to help me once he too was gone.

I only had one choice at that point, to go through the veil in the department of mysteries and bring Sirius back.

Draco entered the kitchen wondering what the hell he was doing in Harry Potters kitchen making him soup. Only that morning he and Potter were barely on speaking terms.

Draco was surprised to find an extremely well stocked kitchen and quickly threw ingredients together for chicken noodle soup and put it on the stove to cook.

With that task completed he moved into the living room reading the titles on the bookshelf, with a smirk he pulled Harry's autobiography off of the shelf.

If the brunette knew most of his secrets why shouldn't he read about his.

As Draco read through the first chapter about Harry's life with his relatives and almost wanted to be sick. He had always assumed that the golden boy was treated the same at home as he was at school.

I'll never forget the first time I burned the bacon at breakfast, Dudley began to scream about starving to death and Vernon hefted himself up out of his chair and charged me. After snatching to spatula out of my hand he preceded to spank me with it.

I was seven and it was the first time they ever hit me. But it wasn't the last.

What kind of people did the boy who lived live with. Draco was ready to put the book down and go demand Harry to give him an address so he could curse the foul beasts.

He set the book to the side and went to check the soup. He turned the burner off and dished up a bowl of the steaming soup taking it downstairs telling himself over and over not to mention what he had read.

He hadn't needed to worry Harry was sound asleep with the blankets kicked down around his feet.

With a small smile Draco set the soup to the side and pulled the blankets back up around the raven haired mans shoulders.

With a shake of his head Draco went back upstairs ad continued to read.

The next chapter had Draco gripping the edge of his seat. Harry Potter had achieved going into the veil at the ministry and not only had returned but had brought somebody with him! Draco ran on eagerly wanting to know how the boy had done it. The chapter ended and it had told no more only that he had gone in and brought Sirius back. Draco flipped through the book searching for the explanation but it simply wasn't there.

This time Draco did put the book down and run downstairs. He leaned down Shaking the boy gently.

"Hmm." Harry murmured not fully awake.

"How in the name of Merlin did you get through the veil at the ministry and come back alive?" Draco exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked leaning up on his elbows blinking trying to wake up.

Draco sighed impatiently, he looked around spotting the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and picked them up lighting one for the brunette. "Here will this wake you up?"

Harry nodded taking it from him and taking a long draw off of it. "Now what are you screaming about?"

"You went through the veil!" Draco exclaimed.

"Um yeah...." Harry replied taking another hit from his cigarette. "Find my book did you?"

"Yeah." Draco paused a second. "Not the point though. How did you do it and come out without a scratch? It's supposed to be a death sentence to go in there."

Harry groaned falling back into his pillows. "Yeah and it almost was one."

"So how did you do it?" Draco persisted crossing his legs leaning forward like it was story time.

"A couple of stupid decisions and a pinch of idiocy." Harry replied stiffly.

"How did you even survive it?" Draco questioned not at all bent about Harry's lack of response.

"Sheer dumb luck just like everything else." Harry sighed.

"Merlin, you must be the luckiest guy on earth." Draco replied slightly sarcastically.

"I wouldn't go that far." Harry responded wondering when the questioning was going to be over.

"surely you must be." Draco smiled sweetly.

"I'm not telling you how I did it." Harry finished his cigarette and crossed his arms.

"Why?" Draco whined.

"Because it's not something I want getting out." Harry replied.

"I don't understand." Draco tilted his head not understanding why the man wouldn't want to brag about his accomplishment.

"It involved a lot of dark magic, I'm not proud of it. Let it go!" Harry exclaimed.

"You? Dark magic? That's ridiculous!" Draco shook his head.

"It's true. I was alone, or so I thought then. I was desperate and I didn't give a shit if I died or not." Harry shrugged averting his glance away from Draco. Those were dark times in his life and he didn't like to talk about them.

His book would have to be revised somewhere down the road because of the information he had withheld.

Draco looked at him with his mouth agape looking like a fish out of water.

"What?" Harry snapped.

"Do you really care so little for yourself?" Draco asked.

"Well, its not hardly like that anymore." Harry rolled his eyes. "What does it matter anyway? I got in got what I was after and came out...Alive."

"It matters to me." Draco spoke softly looking down.

"What? Why?" Harry asked looking up at the blond.

"I don't know." Draco whispered still refusing to make eye contact.

"Like I said it isn't like that anymore. I have friends and family that care about me. I went to therapy I took my medication and I got better." Harry murmured that was just another one of those things that didn't make it to publication.

"but are you truly?" Draco asked almost forgetting his reason for coming down here in the first place.

"Most days." Harry admitted looking into his lap.

"And on the rest?" Draco asked lifting an eyebrow.

"Let's just say the choice to live with Hermione and Sirius wasn't my idea." Harry sighed. "It was theirs."

"They don't want you to live alone?" Draco questioned.

"They are afraid of me living alone, you know on those other days."

"Please don't tell me you would feel so insignificant as to give them a reason to fear you living alone." Draco looked at the brunette softly. He understood regardless about how it made him feel.

Harry averted his gaze to his lap again but said nothing.

"No Harry." Draco placed his hand under the other mans chin lifting to meet his gaze.

"The day Hermione gave to visit me at my top floor apartment and found me sitting on the window ledge, was the day I moved in here." Harry's eyes teared up talking about it.

"Harry," Draco sighed sliding up to sit next to him.

"Please, don't judge me I don't need another person to tell me I need help." Harry shook his head.

"I won't judge you... I know what its like." Draco replied softly.

"Really?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yes, it was a long time ago though." Draco shrugged.

"Oh," Harry frowned as usual he was the odd man out, "Well I should get back to sleep but um Draco, one day I will tell you about the veil, just not today."

"OK. I'm sorry I woke you I'll just go." Draco stood and moved for the door.

"Well you could stay." Harry blushed.

Draco stopped and seemed to contemplate for a moment. "Well move over then." He finally replied with a crooked smile.

Harry's eyes widened and he quickly moved over. Draco sauntered towards the bed stopping a few feet from it.

"So am I just staying with you until you fall asleep or is this where I'm sleeping for the night?" He asked just to get everything straight.

"Whichever you would like." Harry replied quietly his face flushing.

"Are you sure you should let it up to me? I'm still the sneaky Slytherin you know" Draco grinned.

"There are extra pajamas in the top drawer." Harry yawned.

"Oh, well I usually only sleep in my underwear. Is that a problem?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and pulled his shirt off over his head. "go for it."

"Great." Draco winked stepping out of his pants and pulling his tight knit cotton shirt up over his head.

Harry's breath caught in his throat and his eyes went cartoonishly wide as the shirt was removed and Draco's alabaster abs were revealed,

"What?" Draco looked down at himself. "Is there something wrong."

"No." Harry squeaked rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head.

"Harry?" Draco asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes?" Harry replied pulling the blanket away but only slightly.

"You know you have to share the blankets sometime tonight. Unless you plan on letting your friend freeze his arse off?" Draco teased tugging at the blanket a little.

Harry lifted the blanket up smiling to invite Draco under. "Your arse is far to cute to freeze off."

"Glad we can agree on something." Draco smirked.

"Just get under here before I change my mind." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes sir." Draco slid in under the blanket.

Harry was soon asleep again but Draco lie there awake just listening to him breath for a little while.

Draco didn't remember falling asleep but he knew it was the best night of sleep he had had in years.

When he woke up he was disoriented by not being in his own bed. The first thing he noticed was that his arms were wrapped around a obviously masculine body. His face was resting against the bare shoulder of the man. Draco inhaled deeply letting the scent of apples and cinnamon fill his senses, He inhaled again and added coffee to the list.

It reminded Draco of Christmas at home with his family before the war. An orange flickering on the wall caused Draco to roll over looking to the fireplace where Hermione Granger's head could be seen floating.

As soon as he stood to move towards the fireplace Hermione recognized him, her mouth dropped and Draco smirked.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger," Draco nodded his head. "Trying to catch flies?"

"What are you doing in Harry's room?" Hermione demanded.

"I'm taking care of him." Draco replied as if it were the most obvious thing at all.

"Why?" Hermione asked confused.

"Because he is still horribly ill and alone." Draco retorted.

"But why you, and why were you in his bed?" Hermione sputtered.

"Because we became friends. And I take care of my friends and I was in his bed because he asked me to." Draco crossed his arms in challenge.

"You know he's not normal right?"

"What do you mean by that?" Draco snapped.

"He has bad days, nervous breakdowns, nightmares. Has he told you in case something happens?" Hermione began rambling.

"He's told me a few of those things but nothing I would classify as not normal." Draco shrugged.

"I didn't mean that. I just meant he has a few problems you have to be prepared to deal with if you're going to be his friend." Hermione sighed.

"Well I'll talk to him about that then. But its his choice to tell me if he wants to." Draco replied thoughtfully.

"Don't you dare fucking hurt him Malfoy or I promise you you'll never be able to have sex again." Hermione then threatened.

"Please Granger. Do you really think I would be here caring for him while he is sick, if I wanted to hurt him? We're not in school anymore, I'm not that Malfoy anymore." Draco's voice quieted slightly as he questioned himself why he was really there.

"I believe you but not because I trust you but because I trust Harry and he wouldn't have you sleeping in his bed if he didn't trust you." Hermione scowled.

"Obviously." Draco drawled rolling his eyes.

"Be nice and ill tell you a secret" Hermione bribed a grin forming on her face

"Is that so?"

"Fine have it your way then you deal with him." Hermione shook her head.

"Aw come on Granger. Surely you'd know I was being sarcastic. Please oh please won't you tell me your precious secret?" Draco asked lacing his voice with as much Malfoy sarcasm as he could muster.

"When you wake him up in the morning hand him his cigarettes first thing, then when he goes for his shower make coffee so its ready when he comes upstairs. You wont have to deal with any grouchiness that way." Hermione informed him rolling her eyes.

"Thanks, I'll remember that." Draco paused and contemplated his next words for a moment "You know, Granger, you're not quite that bad."

"coming from you ill take that as a compliment." Hermione smiled.

"It is." Draco smiled as Hermione disappeared from the fire. Draco moved back to the bed and picked up Harry's cigarettes lighting one he gently shook Harry awake. When the boy started to grumble about being woke up Draco blew a puff of smoke in his face and held the cigarette out to him.

Harry sat up taking it and placing it between his lips.

"Almost like kissing me huh?" Draco smirked.

"Almost but I bet your lips are softer than this filter." Harry yawned.

"But of course they are." Draco smirked.

"Arrogant bastard." Harry mumbled getting out of bed to go take a shower.

"What was that?" Draco asked lazily leaning back on the bed.

"I'm going to go shower." Harry quickly replied.

"Ah thought as much." Draco grinned.

Draco went upstairs and made the coffee setting a mug on the table for Harry and stood sipping at his.

When Harry made it upstairs from his shower the sight of the coffee made him stop in his tracks and look at Draco curiously.

"Something wrong?" Draco chuckled.

"My cigarette, my coffee, Hermione called didn't she?" Harry replied sitting down at the table to drink his coffee.

"I'm offended!" Draco clapped a hand to his chest. "You think I can't be considerate on my own?"

" I'm sure you can be considerate but unless you've been stalking me how would you know my morning ritual?" Harry replied teasingly.

""Just a wild guess?" Draco shrugged

"Hermione will tell me when she gets home regardless." Harry sipped at his coffee.

"Hmm, spoil sport." Draco whined sitting down across from the brunette.

"I like your way better though, Hermione has never lit my cig for me before." Harry winked at the blond.

"No she wouldn't, would she? Always was such a goody-two-shoes."

"not quite." Harry smiled.

"Really?"

"she was the one who helped me succeed in getting in and out of the veil." Harry all but whispered.

"No way? We are talking about the same Granger, right?" Draco leaned forward listening intently.

Harry didn't respond he just nodded his head.

"wow, when did the world stop spinning?"

"about two weeks after the war ended?" Harry offered sarcastically.

"Hmm..."

"That's when I went into the veil." Harry sighed, he was going to tell the blond everything he didn't know why but he knew.

"Oh,"

"You have to be dead to enter the veil properly, if not you become a prisoner in the realm beyond." Harry spoke softly he had his hands wrapped around his mug and was staring blankly at the space next to Draco's head.

"Surely you didn't die to get in there." Draco looked at him wide eyed.

"There is a potion that was banned centuries ago. It kills you but as long as you take the antidote within a half hour of taking the potion you can be brought back to life." Harry quickly explained.

"How can you take a potion if you're already dead?" Draco asked unaware of how far forward he was leaning.

"You have to have someone assist you of course, they keep an eye on the time and when time is up they dump the antidote down your throat." Harry whispered. It was a painful day to speak of even though it wasn't the first time he had died it wasn't a fun experience either way.

"Ah, and that's when Granger came into the picture?" Draco finally began to piece things together.

"Hermione did all of the research, she brewed the potion and she stayed with my body after my spirit went through the veil."

"Hmm perhaps she wasn't such a goody-two-shoes then after all." Draco rested his chin on his arm.

"Told you." Harry resisted the urge to stick out his tongue.

"Yeah," Draco chuckled.

"Once you die and convince your spirit to go through the veil its almost as if you have a body again." Harry continued his story feeling a little more at ease with it.

"What was beyond?" Draco asked he had been curious about the veil since he had first heard of its existence as a child.

"It was like a forest that had been burnt. It was gray and charred and dead, spirits roamed restlessly all over the place. In the distance you can see a river and green grassy fields on the other side. But no matter how long or how far you walk you can never reach it." Harry spoke in an eerie voice that sent chills down Draco's spine.

"That's awful." The blonde whispered.

"It was, i almost didn't make it out alive." Harry admitted.

"Why?"

"Sirius entered through the veil with his living body and as such was taken prisoner after falling through. he was tied to a stake in the middle of a field and left there. guarded night and day by evil spirits. Sirius was my purpose for being there and i refused to leave with out him when my half an hour was up Hermione gave me the antidote but i refused to return without Sirius." Harry paused for a moment gauging Draco's reaction.

"I chose to stay dead."

"But?..." Draco looked like a kid in a candy store his eyes wide with anticipation.

I rescued Sirius from the spirits, I've got a few nasty scars from that one too. but anyway i started trying to get back into my body to come back to life it was like swimming through jello. sluggish and weird. I finally made it and started breathing again Hermione was crying she thought I was gone for good. I was dead for forty-five minutes."

"Fuck Harry!" Draco quickly sat back looking at the man across from him.

Harry just shrugged. "I got Sirius back."

"Yeah, but you almost lost yourself instead." The blond argued leaning forward again.

"At least I would have been with someone who loved me for once." Harry crossed his arms and his eyes welled with tears.

Draco moved to Harry's side of the table hugging him. "It's okay now though." He whispered.

"I think I'm going to go back to bed." Harry pulled away abruptly.

"Do you want to spend some time alone?" Draco asked hiding his hurt at Harry running from him.

"Yes, No....I don't know." The brunette whispered. It broke Draco's heart to see him so lost and confused.

"I'll stay until you are asleep then."

Harry just nodded leading the way down stairs. Once he was back in bed he turned to look at his new friend.

"Will you hold me like you did last night?" He questioned blushing.

"Of course." Draco replied with a brilliant smile climbing into bed with him.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and buried his nose into his shoulder once again inhaling the amazing scent that came off of the man.

He stayed until Harry's breathing slowed and evened out before heading back upstairs to continue his reading.

Draco had only made it through a chapter or two when there was a knock at the door. Draco felt a little odd about answering the door at a home that wasn't his but he didn't want Harry to be mad at him if he left one of his friends on the doorstep.

With a sigh he laid the book to the side and went to answer the door. A young man who looked to be in his twenties stood on the porch. He had bleached blond hair that stuck up haphazardly in spikes all over his head and you could see the brown roots growing out.

He stood about three inches shorter than Draco making him around five foot ten. Draco raised an eyebrow taking in the thin stature of the man and all but sneered when he held a pale hand out.

"Hi, I'm Jordan Bedrosian. I'm Harry's assistant. You must be the new client he told me about." The man introduced himself with an odd accent still holding out his hand to shake.

Draco scoffed at the black nail polish on Jordan's finger nails and tried to ignore the hunk of metal stuck through his lip and shook his hand.

" Draco Malfoy." He replied stiffly. Stepping to the side to allow him to come in.

"So are you here to work on your book or?..." Jordan paused in his sentence.

"No, I'm a friend of Harry's I've been taking care of him. Jordan, did you say it was? What kind of a name is Jordan anyway? Isn't that like a toothbrush or something?" Draco retorted.

"Maybe, I don't know. How's he doing?" Jordan replied either unaware of the insults or choosing to ignore them.

"He's doing a little better he's sleeping right now. What kind of an accent is it you have? Back alley French?" Draco couldn't hold it back. He wasn't even sure where his hatred towards this man came from.

"I'm French Canadian." Jordan sighed moving around Draco to head downstairs.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Where in the name of Merlin's ball sack do you think you are going?" Draco stepped in front of the man crossing his arms.

"To see Harry, the whole reason I'm here."Jordan replied simply trying to push pass the blond. He might as well have been trying to push a brick wall.

"I told you he's asleep. You aren't going down there." Draco reiterated.

"Hermione always let's me go down." Jordan argued.

"Do I have bushy brown hair or boobs? I'm not Hermione." Draco still refused.

"Draco, quit being so over protective, he's my assistant for crying out loud." Harry chuckled from the stairway. "Come on down Jordan."

Draco scowled at Jordan as the boy gave him a smirk.

"So how are things at the office?" Harry asked sitting down on his bed and patting the spot beside of him.

"Fine, they'll be better once you, Sirius and Hermione are back though." Jordan replied thoughtfully taking the offered seat.

"Well Sirius will be back tomorrow and I'm sure I'll be back before the week is out." Harry smiled. "Is this just a social visit or was there something in particular you wanted to talk about."

"I actually have some artwork to show you, I changed the mistakes you pointed out and was able to do a few more rough sketches, I want you to tell me what you think." Jordan reached into his satchel and pulled out his sketch pad.

Harry took it from his and began to examine the drawings.

"There are about six of them." Jordan informed him getting up to go to the bathroom.

Harry made notes about what needed to be corrected then continued to flip through the sketches. A folded piece of paper fell out of the back and landed in Harry's lap. He debated for a moment about opening before his curiosity got the better of him.

He unfolded it and abruptly dropped it. The drawing turned out to be an extremely detailed picture of him and Jordan holding hands on a park bench and they were kissing.

When Harry looked up Jordan was standing there blushing scarlet.

"I'm sorry Harry, you weren't supposed to see that." He mumbled.

"Why not? It's extremely good," Harry replied clearing his throat.

"Thank you, I'm a going to go now." Jordan stuttered collecting the drawing and his sketch pad striding towards the door.

"Jordan, hold up." Harry called out.

Jordan stopped not turning back.

"Want to go out with me Friday night?" Harry asked with a grin on his face. Jordan turned back around and nodded enthusiastically.

"That would be great."

Harry shook his head and stood to walk Jordan to the door.

After Jordan left Harry turned to find himself face to face with one irritated Draco Malfoy.

"Umm, Hi Draco?" Harry smiled broadly.

"The toothbrush guy? Really?" Draco smirked.

"The what? Toothbrush guy? Never mind I don't want to know." Harry shook his head and moved to go past Draco.

"You're serious about dating him?" Draco asked crossing his arms and blocking Harry's path.

"Well I'm going on a date yeah, I haven't been on a date in months." Harry retorted looking at Draco curiously.

"Why not?" Draco asked moving to let Harry pass then turning to follow him.

"I don't know, because I'm a work a holic? Because No one has taken an interest in me, Maybe because I haven't gone anywhere to meet anyone." Harry sighed flopping down on the couch.

"Well obviously you are in need of a night out, how about we go out for a beer when you are well again?" Draco offered standing in front of the brunette.

"Are you asking me out on a date Draco?" Harry teased.

"Uhm, If you want it to be..." Draco replied with a blush.

"Well do you want it to be?"

"Would want it to be a date but seeing as how you are already planning on dating toothbrush guy, I don't just wanna be second choice." Draco sneered.

"Going on a date, going on a date and dating are not the same thing." Harry corrected.

"So which is it?" Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I want to go on a date with you." Harry clarified.

"Really?" Draco asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Harry shrugged his shoulders as if to ask why that was so surprising.

"Great! So how are you feeling?" Draco grinned brightly.

"I don't think I'm ready to go out drinking just yet Dray." Harry chuckled.

"Just checking, Is there anything I can do for you? Anything I can get?" Draco replied rather quickly.

"Can you say suck up?" Harry grinned.

Draco leaned over and hit his shoulder lightly. "I am not. I'm just trying to take care of you like I've been doing the whole time. I've been there."

"So what part of me do you want to take care of the most?" Harry leaned forward. His face being perfectly level with Draco's zipper.

"Er, ah, I didn't know there was more than one option." Draco replied swallowing with a gulp.

"Calm down Dray, I'm just teasing you." Harry smiled sitting back.

"Stupid Prat." Draco exclaimed slapping his arm. "You better watch it or I'm going to take your cigarettes away."

" You wouldn't dare." Harry grinned."Now maybe if this whole date works out you know leads to dating, maybe then you can be graced by my sexy body."

"Oh, but haven't I already." Draco smirked.

"You took my smokes?" Harry exclaimed.

""No you dork! Been graced by your body? I seem to remember a quite nice cuddle this morning, hmm?" Draco replied crossing his arms.

"Oh, Phew. You had me scared there for a minute, and that's only the top half you've been graced by." Harry winked.

"Oh but such a lovely upper half that was. I can only imagine how grand the rest would be." Draco replied with a crooked smile.

Before Harry could reply his stomach let out a loud growl that caused both men to laugh.

"Yeah I guess it's been a while since I ate."

"I'll say. Well we can't have that, now can we? Come on, I'll make you some more soup, I don't think you ever ate the first bowl I brought you." Draco smiled pulling Harry to his feet leading the way to the kitchen.

"You brought me soup?" Harry asked cocking his head to the side.

"yeah," Draco laughed, "you were sleeping."

"You could have woken me." Harry argued sitting down at the kitchen table while Draco bustled about heating up soup.

After his meal Harry took a dose of cold medicine and went back to his bedroom.

Draco sat back down to continue reading Harry's autobiography with a smile on his face.