Pairing: Harry/Draco Ron/Hermione Dean/Seamus

Disclaimer: Characters from the Harry Potter books belong to JKR, I own the plot. Any similarities to real life is purely coincidental. So there.

Warnings: Mild sexual references

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter

Authors Note: This is the first part in my new series of fics. Those who have previewed my fic, Egyptian Adventure, this is the prequel to it. I have edited the last part of this chapter by snipping the end of. It seemed to be moving too fast, and I don't want it to sound too choppy.

Harry And Draco Adventures: PROLOGUE: 1

15th March Hogwarts Year 6: 9:36pm_
Newbrooke Graveyard_

The clouds were dark and forbidding as they they washed over the solemn gravestones. A dark wiry figure was making its way through the jungle of stone towards a gathering of pale mist. The figure wore the clothes reminiscent of those that Death Eaters wear. The long dark cloak and the evil mask to hide their true identities. The identity of this figure remained anonymous as he walked into the mist.

A Hand softly grasped his cloak and he turned silently to see a taller similarly clad figure.

"Where are the others?" Asked the shorter figure, the voice obviously unnerved. His head scanned the area not seeing anyone but them.

"There are no others. This is not your initiation." Came the reply. The voice was calm yet commanding. "I called you here because the time has come to choose sides."

"I thought you were... we were on the Dark Lord's side!" The shorter man Faltered.

"He would have it think that way. Dumbledore would think it too. It was more plausible that way. If Dumbledore thought you were the enemy, then you most likely were. You though, you were my worst asset."

If the shorter figure had not been wearing a mask he would have seen him frown.

"Dumbledore saw good in you," he continued. "I can too. I knew you would never wish to be initiated unless I wished it upon you."

"What are you saying father?" Draco asked.

"I'm saying its time. Voldemort is risen and not even death can stop him now. Not even Harry Potter." Lucius announced.

"There is always a way father." Draco said truly.

"Yes, my son. There is a way, but we alone can't do it. We need a power stronger to rip it open." Lucius' voice sounded tense. "We need Albus Dumbledore."

The wind picked up and sent dry leaves into a spiral of disorientation. Cloaks flapped in the wind as father and son hugged for the first time in years. It would have been a memorable sight had it not been for the Death Eater robes that adorned their pale bodies. Nevertheless, things were not going to be the same again.

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16th March: 7:11pm_
Gryffindor Dormitory_

Harry had a peaceful night. He had slept soundly from 10pm straight through until 7am. He stretched the nights sleepiness away, got dressed and crept down the stairs into the common room. Ron and Hermione were already curled up with each other in front of the fire. They had been together officially for two weeks now and every spare bit of time they had they spent it together. He hated to admit it but he was more than a bit angry that Ron had been spending so much time with Hermione. Although to be true, Harry knew it was jealousy, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. He sighed and passed them, heading through the door and down to breakfast.

The usual early risers were there, Dean and Seamus were sitting next to each other which lightened his mood slightly. They looked over to him and waved him over, both grinning like Cheshire Cats as usual. We began to make his way over when someone tapped him on his shoulder; well more like pushed his shoulder in an attempt to get him to turn around with a dirty look on his face. And turn round he did, right into the face of Draco Malfoy, Slytherin and arch rival.

However, the usual "Watch where you're going Potter" wasn't there. Nor was the usual narrow eyed stare or scowl. It was a face he never remembered Draco ever wearing.

Draco broke the uneasy confrontation. "I need your help Potter." He asked with just a hint of animosity.

Harry rasied his eyebrows. "Oh really... Draco Malfoy, needs my help?"

"Don't be facetious Potter. This is important." He walked out of the Great Hall and turned to see Potter hadn't moved. "Are you coming?"

Harry shrugged and followed him through curiosity alone. He wanted to know what had brought this change of personality on, and why it involved him. The thought send an unnoticed jolt through him. He followed Draco out into the Entrance Hall and up the main staircase.

"Where are we going Malfoy?" Harry asked not wanting to go chasing Draco around the castle on something that might not even be worth his while.

"Somewhere quiet." He looked around thoughtful. Harry thought it looked quite endearing. He shook the thought off as he jerked his thumb towards the main doors.

"Then lets go outside." Harry suggested. "Everyone will be either asleep or in Breakfast."

Draco nodded in agreement and preceded to the doors. he pushed them open fresh spring air hit them. They walked to the rose garden where there was a bench set among the various colours of rose bushes. Draco sat down first and Harry followed leaving a good gap between them as they sat down.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked in what can only be described as a businesslike manner.

"Voldemort!"

Harry looked at Draco with wonder. There was only one person other than him that called Voldemort by his name. That as Dumbledore.

"My father has information that can get rid of him forever." Draco looked at Harry as if he had committed the worst crime ever.

"Lucius Malfoy wants to get rid of Voldemort? I thought he was a trusted follower?" Harry almost bellowed.

"No." Draco said calmly ignoring Harry's near outburst. "He has been working for Cornelius Fudge. Only Fudge knew about my father. No one else was to know, not even Dumbledore. Plausible deniability, not even I knew about it. Its probably the only reason Hogwarts is even still standing, because Fudge managed to get the Aurors in the right place to stop any sort of advance on Hogwarts."

Harry blinked.

"He knew I never wanted to join. He said my heart was too soft, he said I was a liability." Draco snorted. "I would have gone through the initiation ceremony for him. Hell knows I didn't want to have anything to do with Voldemort and his band of murderers. But tell my father that, he would have had be killed. But that was before. Before all this happened. Now... my father will be the hunted." Draco's eyes began to water, and tears slipped down the pale skin.

"Why tell me all this, why not go straight to Dumbledore?" Harry subconsciously put a comforting arm on Draco's shoulder.

"Because, its you Harry." He sobbed. "The boy-who-lived." Draco took a deep breath, stood up and turned his back on Harry. He rubbed his tears dry with his sleeve.

"Its ok!" Harry said standing up and resting his hand on his shoulder. "Its ok to cry."

"No it isn't Harry!" Draco snapped. "Malfoy's don't cry. We fight. We never let bad things get in the way."

"No, you keep them locked away until they eat you from inside out." Harry said with haste.

"I like them locked away. There are some things best kept locked away." Draco's words were rushed as if he was on the verge of saying something.

"Draco?" He pulled him round so he could see his face. His eyes glistened from the tears. "In these last few minutes I have seen a different Draco Malfoy than I have got to know in the whole 6 years of this school. And to be perfectly frank this is the type of Malfoy that I could become friends with. The real Malfoy. The real McCoy."

"If only you knew." Draco whimpered quietly.

Harry waited.

"I've wanted this moment ever since I met you. But I had to uphold my fathers cover without even knowing it." Draco regained some of his composure. and he leaned towards Harry as if to speak in his ear, but instead he placed his arms around Harry and hugged him.

Harry sheepishly put his arms around Draco and drew him into the embrace.

It wasn't the embrace that caught Harry's attention. It wasn't the fact that Draco's hands were wandering low on his back, it was the fact that Harry could feel a hardness grown from his groin. A hardness that wasn't his own.

"Uhh, Draco?" Harry asked cautiously. "Are you...." He never got to finish the sentence before Draco's lips were planted on his own.