I'm a Soldier

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I think that answers THAT question!

Again, I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been like, almost a month and I'm sorry! But my computer had like, a virus in it, and more viruses…I know I know, more excuses….ok I confess, I slacked off for a week, but the virus thing is still true!!! Like, it happened after I posted last time…and the net wasn't working….and…yeah….

O and I edited stuff in all the chapters. Nothing you have to read over again or anything, just some indents and stuff. You know, like, grammer. BUT I also made like, a change in Chapter 2 about the fight on quidditch between Ron and Draco. It is now Ron and Blaise Zabini. I had thought of this new thing for the story and had to change it, as you will see in this Chapter. And in Chapter 3 I changed Neal's eye color from green to silver. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Dear Diary,

I've been adopted. The final papers came in today. I am now officially, Neal Kitharan Cardoni. What a joke. I tried to talk to Ares about changing my entire name, not just the last. I don't want to be Neal Kitharan. I want to be someone else. But Ares refuses to agree. He says, 'You are who you are. You can't change that.' Please. I may be who I am, and I may not be able to change my whole name, but I can change. And I plan to.

The jail keeper hummed a pretty song as he unlocked the cell. Today was Friday, and he was finally going to the mountains for a nice relaxing weekend. No more crazy-ass misfits unfit for society screaming provoking names at him, no more paperwork, and best of all, no more work. No more stupid crimi­­-his thoughts were cut off as an axe kick hit him in the head and knocked him unconscious. He slumped to the ground in an undignified puddle of lump. He was daintily stepped over by the fugitive stepping out of the open cell.

Harry Potter grinned viciously as he walked out of the jail cell and kicked at the keeper. He breathed in the air as he spread his arms out wide, reveling in being free again. He glanced at the other cells where his now former jail mates were yelling for him to let them free too. He ignored them all as he strode towards the door leading to outside, to the real world.

Harry stared at the scenery around him for a bit. There was a parking lot, and flowers surrounding him. He stared at them, before grinning maniacally. Laughter poured from his lips as he roared with pent up irony, relief, and a small bit of madness. But it soon died down, his green eyes still glinting with madness, ironic humor, and cleverness. He snapped his fingers and with only a faint swish, had orbed out of sight, heading for Azkaban.

(A/N: have any of you ever seen Hercules; Legendary Journeys or Xena: Warrior Princess? The orbing Harry does is the same kind of orbing the gods do in those, if you get what I'm saying.)

Neal stretched his arms over his head as he got ready for weapons training with Ares. He was getting quite good, almost good enough to beat Ares, the master of weapons. Almost.

"Master Neal, Master Ares is ready for you."

Neal nodded at the butler and made his way down to the training room. Time to sweat.

"What are you doing?"

"SSHH!"

"Hey, stop pushing me!"

"You stepped on my foot!"

"You guys, shut up!"

"We'll get caught!"

"On the contrary, I do believe you three are already caught."

Ron, George, and Ginny froze as Snape came into view. There was a haughty glare on his face, and he just glared down at the trio who dared to sneak into his personal storeroom.

Ginny's gaping mouth moved up and down a few times before she got up from where she was kneeling on the ground cradling her foot.

"Uh Professor Snape! How surprising it is to see you here! Uh, why are you here exactly?" Ginny stammered.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize I had to beg permission before entering my own storeroom Ms. Weasley."

Ginny turned red. "Oh, well of course not Professor! You, you just…caught us by surprise that's all!" She stammered.

"And what exactly did I catch you doing Weasley?" Snape's voice said smoothly, his face still in a haughty glare.

"Um…we were just, um, cleaning your storeroom!" Ginny looked around the room and grabbed a piece of cloth she saw. She nudged her gaping brothers who were still speechlessly scared. They scrambled to their feet and grabbed their wands, muttering cleaning spells at the shelves, not looking at the Potions Professor.

Snape grinned viciously. "Well than, if you're cleaning, I suggest the classroom. My storerooms are not in need of any cleaning at the moment. Even if they were," He said, "I wouldn't let those such as yourselves clean it. Careless children, as you are."

He turned, and stepped toward the doorway, but stopped. He turned back around, his eyes glinting. He plucked George's, Ron's, and Ginny's wand from their hands. "Without magic. Good night, have fun cleaning." He smirked evilly as he left.

The Weasleys' grumbled as they marched to the Potions classroom, muttering about stupid evil professors who were big b-.

"Malfoy. Get up. Now."

Draco Malfoy lifted his head for the first time in half a year. His eyes focused on a dark personage standing outside of his cell in Azkaban. Vivid green eyes stared back at him.

Draco didn't say anything. He just stared at those eyes with his own dull gray which no longer sparkled. And for the first time in a year, since Harry was first convicted, he spoke.

"About bloody time."

Harry laughed, his laugh rough and seemingly loud in the Azkaban prison cell. He waved his hand, opening the cell door, and offered Draco a hand.

Draco stared at the hand offered to him for a long moment. Than slowly, clasped it with his own hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. He stared at Harry's face as the other boy smirked. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders and steered him towards the door.

"Come Draco, we have much work to do."

A/N: ok, this is a BIIIIIIIIIIG question! Should this be slash? And if yes, with WHO? And give me other couples like, Ron and Hermione together, for example. AND of course the slash you know… Just give me pairs please…