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Chapter 1
The gentle sound of the wheels on the rail it's the most numbing thing, Harry realized. With this idea he has been able to settle down his somewhat chaotic thoughts and read the paper, concentrating on the headline of the newspaper in front of him: "Lord Meadowes' murderer confesses". It made the front of the paper. A very hot topic; apparently, the murderer was never found, neither the weapon nor any magical trace. Meadowes died of a cardiac arrest, something normal in old wizard, and considering that it was a 98 years old wizard, Harry considered that he fall in that category. The only problem was a missive, left by the murderer, blaming Meadowes for the doom of his family and the wrongs of his life. The reporter said the murderer was like a phantom, a ghost, as no trace or any other possible evidence was found. This has the entirely wizard world focus in this case and as a result Harry was able to leave the country without notice. He has a ghost to thanks, apparently.
He raises his butterbeer and drinks for his mysterious helper. Even though he had sworn that he will never again trusted any other person for the succeeding of his plans, he was smart enough to take advantages of others scandals to meet his goals.
And everything was going according to the plan. He was, in fact two days early in them, which allowed him some free time to get to know the country. Bulgaria was beautiful, though cold.
He glanced at the landscapes and found himself energetic and light spirit. He never thought that traveling could make you feel as free as he was right now. But here he was; believing that maybe he could heal and rest.
A sudden movement on the train makes him use both hands to keep him from falling from his seat. The abrupt movement made his left hand throbbed, and the light spirit left him immediately. He cuddled his hurt and poorly bandaged hand as the memories started to plague him. The beaten up was nothing new in the Dursley house, he has been hurt even worst before this, but this time he discovered Dumbledore was aware of the situation, and had done nothing about it. He had made him go back to that hell perfectly aware of his living situation. He may even be aware of it for as long as it have happened.
As he relived the memories of the past weeks the rage settled in him "You will pay for this Dumbledore, this I swear in the name of my magic" he thought darkly.
He looks up trying to find some peace from his racing and tortuous thoughts. Without even planning it he fell asleep, as if Morpheus took pity in his poor soul allowing him a few free hours from the hell that were his own thoughts.
Hours later, he will found himself in a comfy bed trying to understand something from the T.V. to no avail. Slowly, as if there was someone else looking, he take out the stolen wand to perform some protective spells, and some notice me not spell, as well as a spell on himself to understand the Bulgarian. The last one was tricky, it required a lot of concentration and power. So he uses the other stolen wand, a red oak with phoenix feather core, unbending, to do the spell, it will allow others to understand Harry as if he was talking in Bulgarian, while he talked in English. It was a beauty of a spell; he found the enchantment in and old book in the Hogwarts' library.
You see, Harry is not the idiotic-do-before-think-Gryffindor everybody seems to think. It does help to go unnoticed and the best part of having a very intelligent friend it was that no one think of him if he goes to the library looking for random books, justifying himself in Hermione. That way he has stolen a lot of books and copying them, adding them to his personal collection and no one suspect a thing. It benefits him that the whole world thinks of him as stupid. They would never know what hit them.
After he finished all his spells, he went to look for somewhere to eat, prior leaving the window open for Hedwig; he had discovered that after a particular complicated enchantment he was left feeling sleepy and hungry.
He went to the center of the city, to look for something to tempt him. He found, a couple of blocks down the main street, a discreet but cozy coffee. As he help himself a big portions of cake and a very hot coffee, the events from the last weeks danced in front of him:
Weeks after the fiasco of the triwizard tournament, he was restless pacing the castle, shivering violently and wishing for a hot cocoa and a dreamless potion to finally rest without nightmares for once. As he was reaching the kitchen, hiding in the invisibility cloak, he heard the rumors of footstep behind. He step aside and look from behind an old armor. Suddenly there were two figures: Moody and Dumbledore. They were whispering and the whole conversation didn´t make much sense to Harry in the beginning, and he was tempted to reveal himself, until he realized what they were talking about, and more important, whom they were talking about.
"… and anyway I'm starting to see your point about the forgotten one, we should have taken care of him long time ago. Now he is pressuring me to tell the minister the truth, he wants me to take him away from his relatives, and goes god only knows where."
"Hate telling you told you so, Dumbledore, but I did tell ya so. So what now, you gonna let them?"
"'Course not, don't be dense Alastor, we need him as whipped as possible. You know the whole plot; you and I designed, after all."
"What can I say Dumbledore, since you allowed that wolf in the castle, everything seems a bit weird to me. You knew it was possible that it will try to help his friend, and he did it. You should have let him be kiss by the dementors, I told ya so before, I told ya so now."
"You know what could have happened if he was left without his stupid mutt. An unreasonable, wild and angry weapon, that's what we would have. The risk was too high. And, anyway, that's beside the point now. We should focus on the present. I'm thinking that another talk with his relatives is necessary, I'm sure they can make sure he ends up willing to do as I said."
"Yes little Harry will learn his lesson, he will…" "Alastor, you know we do not name names, the castle has ears everywhere. Now let's go check Minerva and the others".
The whole conversation cause a weird transformation on Harry, he wasn't angry, disappointed or even sad about it. He felt kind of detached from the reality. His thoughts were all quiet, for the first time in what feel like years. He felt as if something inside him has clicked at last.
He returned to the common room with a new resolution: he will get the hell away from all this shit. He was not coming back to being Albus' tool.
Never.
Again.
The anger would come weeks later. Not one around him had done anything to cause him such rage. So he had to admit that when he let his magic destroyed all the china in his aunt's cabinet, that he might have some repress emotions.
After all, he contemplated, it wasn't the first time his lovely cousin managed to get him a scar or something of the sort.
It was the smallest of things, a tiny snowflake caressing his face that took him out of his gloomy thoughts. He concentrated in the path his foots were taking him and decided it was time to head back to the hotel room. Even the beauty of the city was not enough to scare all the ghosts in his mind. He didn't want that to contaminate the scenery with his foul thoughts.
The next day come and go in pretty much the same fashion. Nothing could really help when he got hit by this "moods" as he started calling them. Of complete hate and rage. Nothing but the freezing air of this country seems to settle him down. Like a match being put down in water.
He was a getting back from the little coffee bar, trying to decide if his unprotected hands will be able to endure the long road he has taken, when he ran into an unconscious, bleeding Draco Malfoy.
And just like that, all the rage and hate left him. All his thoughts were quiet, for the first time, since he has left his relatives' house.
So there was another thing that could distract him, beside the near freezing walks. He didn't know what was worst.
He decided to hate both options.
"Well, fuck it!"
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Three hours later found Harry Potter in his room with a, still unconscious, Draco Malfoy. Sitting in a chair next to the bed, he was still trying to process everything that had just happened; Found Malfoy in the middle of the park, bleeding and near to hypothermia wasn't something that happened every day. What the hell is going on here, what-who did this to him. Harry asked himself.
Even though he hated this guy's guts, and it was kind of difficult not to, he felt sorry for the poor bastard. He couldn't let him freeze to death. Stupid Gryffindor heart.
He tried to not feel pity for the poor guy, but when he noticed the bruises in his face and arms he felt a pang in his heart. When he saw the bloody mass that it was the boys back, he started wondering what the hell happened to him. This was not normal. Malfoy in the school acted like he could not be more spoiled.
He sat next to the incredible fragile looking boy for what it felt like hours. He separated himself from the boy in two occasions, to go to the bathroom to clean himself of Malfoy's blood and to get some food. While he left the bags of Chinese in the table, he heard the change in the respiration and the muffled groans coming from the bedroom.
He entered the room quietly, and looked at the boy in his bed. Malfoy was looking at the room with an intense look of fear. When their eyes met Malfoy paled and Harry walked closer to the boy, fearful that he was going to throw up or pass out.
"Malfoy, relax, it's me. Potter" Harry called trying to sound reassuring. The Slytherin blinked a couple of time and before Harry could make any move, Malfoy jumped out of bed and moving faster than Harry thought was possible for someone with the kind of injuries Malfoy possessed, reached his place. He took his hand, and Harry could feel, in the trembling of his hands, the effort the boy was making in just being standing.
"Please… sanctuary" The words were no more than a whisper and he fall to his knees after murmuring them.
Harry without thinking about it put his hand on the back of his neck, while he kneeled trying to give Malfoy something to ground himself. The boy after a couple of heavy breathing, relaxed his body enough to rest his forehead against his legs.
"Relax Malfoy, I got you" With those words, Malfoy loses his strength and passed out. Harry was quickly to catch him before he could injure himself further.
Harry walked slowly and gently put him on the bed. His eyes never left the relaxed face of the Malfoy heir while he wondered how many times he had wished someone had offer him sanctuary and protection.
Hi people!
I hope that you liked the chapter. I'm finally getting to the plot
Once again I think I should tell you that english is not my native language and this story is not betaed. So if you are a language teacher, you shouldn't read this, or your eyes will cry bloody tears.
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