Ok, new story! This was requested by AngelColdHeart here on FFN, and I loved the idea so much I had to start writing it. I hope this meets your expectations lovely :3

Also, this is ManXMan, BL, Smut, there will possibly be triggers, which I will put ahead of the chapters, and the events that happen in this book are not completely canon, nor do they all fit in line with what we read in the books or watched in the movies. Keep in mind that I write these without fresh knowledge of the franchise just to keep everything from becoming too technical or samey between J. K. Rowling's timeline and my own.

I do not own this, nor is it making me any money, so read at your own risk.

With love,

-Xenia


Chapter One: Today

Today! Today was supposed to be a transformative day. One where Harry Potter, eleven years of age, finds out his true nature as a wizard. The day he comes into his own, finds a new world, and hopefully new friends. The first day of peace from his bloody relatives-- don't tell them he thought that will you?-- and the day he finally gets to be a normal child.

Or as normal as he could be when thrust into a new world, handed immeasurable fame, and finding out some things about his parents deaths. Not the make believe deaths his aunt and uncle had fed him all along. He could get past that though right? Of course!

Through cupboards beneath the stairs to uninvited owls and magical letters. From an unplanned move to get away from such freaky things, a giant-- well half giant actually-- showing up at the door and an impromptu birthday gift of knowledge and Dudley's pig tail... Not to mention a flying motorcycle that took him off into a magical new world. Yeah he felt more at ease here than with them for sure.

Was the boy dreaming? Had he gone unconscious again in his cupboard, or had he simply died? Either way he really did not want to leave, especially after meeting the Weasley's on his short trip into the wizarding world. He had been in Diagon Alley for less than an hour at that point, but was finding it easy to talk to the other somewhat taller ginger boy.

The family of redheads made him wonder if all families were supposed to be like them. Loving and worried over one another's well being. He had seen aunt Petunia get like that all the time over Dudley, but why not for him? He knew from repetition that he was a burden on them, and a freak to boot, but was he so much of a burden that they wished him invisible? Apparently so, but not enough to let him leave to learn magic at Hogwarts?

It was madness, he thought with finality, while trying to figure out just what was what in a store called Slug and Jiggers. He had already passed through the Leaky Cauldron, seen goblins and gotten his key at Gringotts bank, gotten his wand; Holly with a pheonix feather, brother wand to his parents murderer, and found more than his fair share of books on his new classes with the help of Hagrid the half giant, his new red headed friends family, and a bushy brown haired girl who was more talkative about books than he was.

The girl was nice, but Harry wasn't really feeling a deep connection between them. He wanted to see and learn everything like her though, and once he made it to Madam Malkins Robes for all occasions to be fitted for his dress robes, almost everything was peachy.

If you don't count all of the stares and whispers everywhere he turned. It was a bit overwhelming by the two hour mark.

As he stepped into the clothing store, he and Ronald, the Weasley boy in his year, talked about whatever they could find common ground with. Ron told him about the world he grew up in and Harry tried to do the same, leaving out his home life in silent shame.

In the back being fitted at the moment, was a blond boy, who upon hearing the woman greet the two new comers, Harry by name with shock, and to some degree admiration.

The unnamed boy turned to look in their direction.

He looked intimidating, sleek frost blond hair, piercing grey eyes, superior attitude and an air of elegance as he smirked. Harry knew that look though. Knew it meant no good for him, so he was immediately wary. The boy stalked over to them, and openly greeted Harry before basically turning his nose up at Ron then insulting him and his family. Called them poor in such short order, and even going so far as to ask why he'd even come into the shop if he weren't buying anything.

He offered Harry his hand but the smaller boy did not accept, standing up for his friend and refusing the boys false friendship. This cracked the boys façade, but as it was, all of them were luckily saved from any further public attention by the blonds father.

The long blond haired man looked older but virtually the same as the boy he now knew as Draco. Wearing expensive looking robes if Harry had ever seen them, which he hadn't really until then, and an intricate cane that added to a dangerous look. The arrogant boy left the shop, and while the green eyed boy had made the right choice, he felt that he had still made an enemy on his first day as a wizard.

After being fitted, Harry asked Ron to find his mom, and Hagrid, before asking the woman in a small voice if she could make him some better fitting clothes. He was itching to get out of the large hand me downs, and did not want Ron to know he felt that way, given the blue eyed boys own situation.

The woman smiled at how far the boy had gone to make the other feel comfortable, and promised to have it done soon. She would prioritize his clothing just this once, she told herself as he waved back at her happily and left with his little group.

But, back to Slug and Jiggers before we forget. Harry was having quite a difficult time making heads or tails of the eyeballs and dried bugs, cremated this or essence of that, and he was getting kind of anxious. Pacing down the aisles trying to find anything on his long list of supplies for his upcoming potions class. He had found a nice pestle and mortar, as well as a few good knives but now he was stuck and lost. His breath had hitched, and he couldn't find Hagrid, who had stepped out after being unable to help at all. The Weasley's had already come the week before, and were getting other supplies at the moment, and he was alone... completely and utterly alone in this new creepy place.

His eyes clouded over, as he had learned not to cry long ago, and he softly rocked himself after being bumped by a stout man and his tall adult age son. He could barely breathe, and the aisles were closing in on him, the chatter faded in his mind, and the footsteps and clinking of vials and glasses grew unbearably loud.

It was at that point when he was suddenly startled out of his panic by the door chime. He turned to the door-- looking past a shelf of crushed shells and acromantula eyes or something-- at who had just entered. He was simultaneously grateful to them for pulling him from his panic, even if they didn't know they'd done it, and scared out of his mind by who it could possibly be. A breath of relief escaped him when the chiming door admitted a tall black clad man, and a group of exceedingly creepy people only a minute after.

The tall man scoured the shelfs before stopping on the same aisle as him. The boy gulped as the mans dark eyes shifted and caught his own. They were endless depths of darkness that the boy couldn't escape from, so full of things he could never understand. The man blinked and stuck out his hand, introducing himself maybe? The funny thing was that he had never actually said his name.

Harry gave the man his hand and his name, still looking into the dark orbs the man possessed. There was something in those eyes though that made him calm and his cheeks flush but it didn't matter, because right then the man had finally begun talking.

The silence had been nearly unbearable up until that point, Harry noticed, as the voice stole over his senses. Were magical people able to captivate people like this? The eleven year old was thoroughly confused...

The unnamed mans voice was low and mysterious, and if Harry didn't know any better, he'd think the man jumped out of one of Aunt Petunia's old private books that he'd taken from the trash two months ago. He listened to the voice, then registered the words as the mans sneer accentuated his crooked hooked nose and long black hair.

"--Looking for..." he had heard a little too late, as the man started to turn away.

"Excuse me sir? I-I did not fully hear you." He flushed harder in embarrassment. Why? Because he knew his voice was too low for the man to hear him in the shop, and he sounded stupid as well! Whatever the man had said would probably be taken back because of his freaky lack of social skills, he thought aghast.

The man turned, and his sneer lessened in intensity for only a moment before returning. "If you were to have paid any modicum of your minuscule attention span to my words, you would have heard me say that on the next aisle will be the supplies you are in search of." After this he motioned for the child to follow after him with a long tapered finger, leading him through the apothecary and picking up potions gear and ingredients.

The dark eyed man first inspected the tools Harry had gathered on his own, making a sound that seemed approving though he switched out a stirring rod that the boy had grabbed for a more first year friendly sort. He then informed him of what they were and what they all did as he went. He could tell the boy was new, so he was holding each new item and guiding Harry along through the store. He hunted for and found the best of the best it seemed, and Harry wanted to learn so much more about the creepy art of potions by the time they were done. The man was exciting to listen to, and his voice made playing attention easy, despite his earlier distraction.

The man lead him to the front counter, separating their things, but paying for it all, and leaving Harry afterwards with almost two pockets full of shrunken lightweight items.

"I can't let you do that sir!" Harry had tried to protest quietly, so as not to bring everyone's attention to them. Which was weird, because almost everyone looked past them as if they weren't there... huh?

"Hmm... Think of this as a parting gift then. It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." He said, his silky voice making Harry's stomach flip in a weird way. By the time the boy had gotten back his tongue, the man had already paid for everything, and handed him a shrunken bag of supplies to put in his pockets.

Harry thanked him before he was too far away, but the mans only acknowledgment of it was to smirk softly as turned, walked away, and dissapeared into the crowded streets.

Harry found Hagrid a few yards away from the shop attempting to speak with someone. And lucky him, it was the man! One of the few adults Harry had actually talked to today who didn't seem to care about his weird new fame. Hagrid's conversation with the man seemed ultimately one sided, as if the darkly dressed man had exhausted his social meter with Harry, and could spare no more. The man was fairly polite in trying to get away from the half giant, so Harry called to the big man to try and repay the tall pale man. His call pulled Hagrid away from the conversation for a split second. It was just long enough, it seemed, for the unnamed man to say his goodbyes, nod thankfully at Harry, and leave both of their lines of sight.

Hagrid and Harry conversed until and even after they met back up with the Weasley's, the group going about the rest of their shopping together.

The man never left his mind during the last stops in his trip, the way his robes billowed around him as he walked, and the wide berth he was given when people realized who he was...

Who he was? Harry did not know the man any better than they did. Save for his brilliant tips for potions class, and general hatred for humankind. Maybe that was all they knew as well?? The black haired man was a bit intimidating he supposed.

The next few stops were to get him a trunk and some ice cream with Hagrid, before returning to Number 4 Privet Drive.

It was nearly dark when he got back, taking all of his new supplies and placing it all into the different compartments of his new trunk.

New, new, new! Oh it was a fun word for Harry Potter as most everything he had was old, worn, several sizes too big, or threadbare beyond words. The Giant made sure his things were put away before knocking on the door, and reminding the Dursleys of where to drop him off come the new school year. He realized that he would be left with them again for the next week, and prayed to anyone who could listen that it was a calm if not quiet one.

He got his wish, if only because new bruises or cuts on his skin would be hell for Vernon to explain away to Harry's new Headmaster, friends, or teachers. He was still barely fed, but he was mostly left alone after his chores, only being screamed at by his aunt.

He could almost fool himself and say that this was what family was.

The next morning however, Harry remembered something the man said while helping him shop in the apothecary. He had said something about houses and loyalty, as well as a divide and overall not to go into Slytherin house if he truly wanted a normal school life and knew what was good for himself.

As he painted the inner walls of the garage he had just days ago reorganized, Harry thought more on the statement. Was it meant to be advice? Should he really be listening to that statuesque man??

Besides, what street was the Slytherin house on and why shouldn't he go in there? The man hadn't given him any reasons or details, but he had helped Harry get all of his supplies, and kept unwanted people away, so he could at least listen to this as well.

Ok, whatever he did he would not go into Slytherin. Both Ron and the handsome man said not to, and what else did he have to go off of?

It would take the boy quite a while to realize that thirty minutes with a mysterious man leading him around a store full of creature parts, blood, tears, and other such liquids, would form a deep seeded, unknown feeling in his chest. For all he knew he'd never see the man again!

HPSSHPSSHPSS

Life went on, and Harry Potter made his way onto the platform 9 and 3/4 with the help of the red heads family, a cart full of his trunk-- which was full with books that filled two compartments, a messenger bag, clothes galore, and a potions bag the dark haired man had bought him the week before. So in he ran, closing his eyes tightly as he pushed through the brick wall, leaving anyone who ever cared behind for the year. Not that there were any, he griped sadly.

He stuck to Ron like glue from that point on, listening to the more experienced boy as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. Their things were automatically and magically put on the train and their carts disappeared. Honestly it was still so surreal how his life had changed in only a week.

His belongings were all packed away safely above him as he and Ron found a compartment to share. They watched as the train began to pull away from the station only minutes later, and began to get to know one another better.

The two were fast friends, Ron teaching Harry about different notable wizards and witches, about which candies to try, and overall how to make it in the wizarding world as he knew it. He bought the two of them candy as a thank you to Ron, and almost over paid until the trolley lady stopped him gently. He only had so much to spend for the year, and it wouldn't make sense to use it all on candy.

He thought about a lot on this trip, from what his new school would look like, or how his new teachers would act. he thought of how many new friends he might make without his relatives there to poison others against him... Overall Harry thinking of the present, and that he was happy to take the other boys advice about the sweets. Harry had never really had the chance to experience normal muggle candy, or even ice cream either. The only times he got anything sweet was if Dudley had hated it, and it only happened off and on until they figured out what his cousin didn't like, which wasn't much.

He thought about how, as they were boarding, the Malfoy boy and two other bigger kids were picking on the bushy haired girl. He and Ron head stepped in, and made making friends with the blond even less likely. It wasn't hard for others to see that he would stand up for most anyone who was put down, so anyone who had seen, already respected him a little. They didn't even know his name, or he didn't think they did, but it was a nice feeling for Harry either way.

At some point in the ride, the very same girl he'd thought about came into their compartment, taking a seat and began talking about everything she already knew about the school, its teachers and the school's lore.

Harry was quiet but interested, and Ron looked bored out of his mind, interrupting the brown eyed girl to challenge Harry to a game of wizarding chess. Ron dominated the first few games, but after the forth go he started to actually teach the shaggy haired boy how to play. The pieces screamed out encouragements and tips as well, and the games went on. Hermione had huffed, and started to read a heavy looking book to herself.

The ride went on, lasting a few hours filled with silence. Except for the munching sounds from Ron, page turning from Hermione, and soft questions from Harry.

All sounds hushed at Hermione pointing out the castle that had started to come into view. They were getting so close to their futures and destinies. Yeah, today was the day that Harry Potter started his life anew and it would be grand.


A/N:

Ok, so this is slightly AU from the get go, and it's gonna become even more AU as we go on. I want to give this pairing a little bit of a foundation before I put in the next few steps towards establishing their potential relationship.

There are only gonna be about 1-3 chapters per year, to keep everything light and unobtrusive to the storyline. And it will be completely AU by the time we make it into Harry's fifth year.

I hope you guys like this story as well, and while this chapter is short, it doesn't mean the whole story is. I plan to satisfy all our desires so keep reading, yeah?

-Xenia