A/N I'm so sorry for the late chapter. Anyway I'll try my best to update faster for now.
Disclaimer : Harry Potter does not belong to me, so there.goes off somewhere to cry
The sobbing soon grew silent as the small green eyed child snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of his savior. With his head against the shadowmaster's chest, feelings of security washed over him. In the back of his mind, he prayed that the moment would last forever. With all his heart, he prayed to stay eternally with his savior.
"Harry," whispered Draco softly, his fingers running lazily through the boy's unruly hair. Hearing his name, Harry stared up into a pair of piercing grey orbs that would have made him swoon and blush furiously if it was not for the fact that he was of the male 'species'.
'Unwritten rule number one: males DO NOT swoon or squeak in delight at the sight of anything on two legs that are considerably more good looking than them,' James Potter quoted in his son's head.
'He's not even here and yet I still have to listen to his so-called-unwritten-rules,' thought Harry with a shudder. 'Dumb Marauders….'thought Harry again.
"Harry, are you cold?" asked Draco feeling Harry's involuntary shudder.
"No, why'd you say that?" asked Harry innocently.
"You gave off a shudder a while ago and your cheeks are rather flushed," answered Draco honestly.
"I am not blushing and I won't swoon!" said Harry cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "Damn…tell me I didn't just say that out loud," pleaded Harry to no one in particular.
"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" whined Harry, noticing that Draco was bursting in fits of laughter.
"You know, you can't hide your feelings at all," said Draco as he smiled fondly at Harry who was positively fuming.
"But I like this Harry," whispered Draco softly into the boy's ear, making him blush even more.
Staying in the comfort of each other's warmth neither noticed nor cared about the time that flew by. All that seemed to have mattered was the presence of the other.
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"I will have to leave soon," said Draco softly as walked towards the boy.
"Why? Didn't you say that you'd protect me?" asked Harry, his voice filled with panic. It had been almost a month since their first encounter with each other. Since the night of the werewolf attack, Harry and Draco had been meeting secretly under the old shady tree.
"And I intend to keep that promise," said Draco reassuringly. "But for now, I cannot stay with you. Your parents are highly protective of you and would not take it lightly if I were to take you with me," continued Draco.
"But…if we tell them…" Harry's words were soon interrupted.
"I have asked you to keep our meetings a secret for a reason, little one. It would not do well to alarm your parents in these times of danger," continued Draco.
"I'm sure they'll like you once they get to know you," said Harry as he wrapped his arms around the shadowmaster. "I know I do," added Harry.
"You are too trusting, Harry," said Draco with a sincere smile. "Too naïve for your own good," continued Draco as he ruffled the boy's hair and chuckled slightly when Harry glared at him playfully.
"Then, when will you be back?" asked Harry softly.
"When the time is right," answered Draco, mostly to himself. Puzzled by the answer, Harry stared questioningly at the shadowmaster.
"When will that be?" asked Harry.
"When I have gathered more information," answered Draco in monotone.
"I'm sure you can get information from around here," pointed out Harry.
"The only information I can get from around here are from your parents," said Draco as he scoffed at the idea of having to eavesdrop on them any longer. The only useful information he got out of them were all about deatheaters and plans of making escape incase they were found.
"Then, take me with you," pleaded Harry, staring into Draco's grey eyes with a puppy dog look on his face.
"Sorry, little one but you're too young and the journey will be a dangerous one," apologized Draco, although inwardly he trying hard not to give in to that puppy look.
"Besides, it will not be good if the deatheaters find me with you," said Draco. 'If they find me with Harry, I'm sure it wouldn't take a genius to realize who Harry is or who I am for that matter,' thought Draco. 'The deatheaters would surely be informed of the prophecy and it will be hard protecting him when he still so young and delicate,' thought Draco with a soft sigh.
During the days he was there, he had heard rumors of the prophecy and the Dark Lord's desire to hunt down the heirs of Gryffindor and Slytherin. If the deatheaters were to capture Harry, it would be easier to save the boy when the Dark Lord lies oblivious to Draco's real identity. That way, Draco would be underestimated for a mere shadowmaster and would hardly be seen a threat to the Dark Lord.
Although it would be difficult to leave Harry, he knew he had no choice. If the rumors started spreading about a shadowmaster guarding a boy, the deatheaters would definitely not leave the matter alone. Conclusion, he would have to stay away from the boy until Harry was of age and when he would receive the full extent of his power. ' But before that, I guess I would have to hide away and not acknowledge the boy's presence,' thought Draco with a small sigh.
"Draco?" called Harry.
Stepping out of his trail of thoughts, he looked down into two questioning green orbs. Chuckling at the puppy-dog look Harry was giving him again, he scooped the boy into his arms. "I promised that I will not let anything happen to you. So don't worry, I'm pretty sure we'll see each other soon," said Draco, holding the boy close.
"What if nothing happens to me? Does that mean I won't see you again?" asked Harry.
"Knowing that you're a magnet for trouble, I'm sure we'll meet again," joked Draco chuckling. "But stay out of trouble, you hear me?" said Draco again.
With a slight nod, Harry snuggled up to Draco. It surprised Draco how things had changed in five hundred years. Five hundered years ago, he was cold and unapproachable. Five hundred years later, he was sitting under the night sky holding a small green-eyed bundle of love and affection in his arms.
'Guess five hundred years can do that to a man,' mused Draco. Staring affectionately at the dark-haired child leaning against his chest, he thought silently, 'Change, is definitely good.'
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Looking away from the sunlight that poured through hid bedroom window, Harry replayed the events of the night before in his mind.
'I wonder how I got back to my room?' questioned Harry in his mind, stretching out on the bed in a very cat-like manner. He had vaguely recalled falling asleep wrapped in Draco's arms as the shadowmaster carried him into his bedroom. He remembered
the feel of the sliky sheets as the shadowmaster laid him onto the bed.
'He could have at least said goodbye,' thought Harry sadly.
Rolling to the corner of the bed, his fingers lightly brushed against soft velvet. 'Velvet? I don't have anything made of velvet," said Harry as he sat up and picked up a small green bundle.
'Draco must have left it here,' thought Harry as he slowly began unfolding the wrapped bundle. A small feather light parchment and a small ring fell onto the bed.
'What am I supposed to do with a blank piece of paper?' thought Harry picking up the blank parchment. 'Maybe he wants me to practice writing?' thought Harry raising an eyebrow.
'Somehow I really doubt it,' thought Harry again, mentally hitting himself for the absurd idea. "Maybe you need magic to activate it?" wondered Harry out loud. As soon as he spoke out loud, letters began forming onto the parchment.
Harry,
You fell asleep before I had a chance to say goodbye. I promise to return as soon as I can. Until then, be strong my little one.
P.S. You'll find a ring together with this message. It would make me really happy if you were to wear it.
Yours fondly,
Draco
Just as soon as he read the message, the words vanished from the parchment.
He soon found himself admiring the small ring that Draco had mentioned. It was made of silver and small emerald gems circled around the band.
Slipping it onto his fingers, he found that the ring was two big for him. Figuring out a better plan, he crossed over towards the end of his room and picked up a small box lying on top of his dresser. Taking out the fine silver chain which his mother had given him for his birthday, he slipped the ring in.
'There, at least now it won't fall out,' thought Harry as he placed the chain over his neck. 'I feel like a girl,' thought Harry in realization. 'Next thing you know, I'll be seen wearing a dress! I blame Draco for giving me the ring and making me feel like a girl!' mentally blaming the shadowmaster,Harry started thinking of the many ways Draco had made him feel somewhat submissive.
'Oh my gosh! Since when was I submissive? Even my parents have a hard time of making me obey!' thought Harry in pure horror. Many relationships in Harry's world were not entirely made up of those from the opposite sex. In fact, his own godfathers were married to one another. He had never actually seen them but his father would tell him all about how the three of them would cause havoc and mayhem everywhere they went back in their schooling days. They had pulled so many practical jokes that they were given the name 'The Marauders'. 'The infamous Marauders who could worm their way out of any sticky situation no matter where or when,' his father had told him that with a small chuckle.
'It would have been wonderful to go to school like father and mother did,' thought Harry with a sigh. He knew that back in his parent's days all magical children were allowed to go to school where they were taught how to be soulmasters. His parents had met at the same school and fallen in love there.
Before the Dark Lord had come into their lives everything had been perfect. James was the crown prince of Gryffindor and Lily was the brightest student Gryffindor had seen in many years. They were engaged to be married and everyone had predicted a happy ending for their future king and queen.
Their wedding night had been a big celebration for everyone in the kingdom and everyone had let their hair loose on that special night in honour of the couple. No one had given a thought that that was the night the Dark Lord had chosen to attack the kingdom.
That was the night the dark mark had shown itself for the first time in the kingdom of Gryffindor. Houses had been burned to the ground and bodies were lying everywhere on the once majestic streets of Gryffindor by the time James and Lily had escaped.
They had shed many tears for their people and vowed that their kingdom would one day be avenged. All they could do now was to wait and to stay alive in hope that their child would one day defeat the Dark Lord and claim his rightful place at the throne of Gryffindor.
'Let the prophecy be fulfilled and the kingdom shall be free again,' these were their silent prayers as they went to sleep each night.
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"Mistress is wanting Dobby to call young master down for dinner," said the house elf as he nudged Harry awake.
"Wh-what?" asked Harry as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Dinner young master Harry, dinner," the house elf repeated as he smiled at the young boy. 'Must have fallen asleep,' thought Harry.
"Dobby, you're not wearing that pillowcase again are you?" asked Harry looking down at the elf from his four poster bed. "I thought mother gave you proper clothing?" asked Harry as he dragged himself out of bed.
"Mistress is too kind, Dobby is treasuring clothing Mistress gave," Dobby said as he wiped away a few tears. "Dobby is not worthy of Master James, Mistress Lily and Young Master Harry. They is too kind for Dobby," Dobby said again as he blew his nose on his pillowcase.
"But Dobby, you always help us. You're more than worthy," said Harry as they made their way down the large stairs towards the dining hall.
"Young Master Harry is too kind," cried out the elf again as he ran off towards the kitchen in tears.
'House elves….,'thought Harry with a sigh.
A/N So, what do you think? Please feed me, I need food (reviews).
