Chapter 1
Disclaimers: Harry Potter, its characters, spells, etc, is not mine. But the plot of this fic is.
Hehe^^
Author's note: this is my first Harry Potter fic so please inform me if there are any minor or major mistakes within it. R&r's are greatly appreciated. Oh and this will be a slash fic eventually. So anyone who can't handle Draco and Harry together, don't flame me, just leave
And, they will get together eventually, I just thought that it would be better if they both started out as friends first then eventually turn into lovers, hehe^^.
Oh and if some parts aren't clear, they will be cleared in the next chapters Don't worry ^^
THE MEETING IN DIAGON ALLEY
Early the next morning, Harry tucked his wand, list for his school materials and his key to his parents' vault at Gringotts, safely in his robe. Then, taking a small pouch of floo powder from his desk drawer, he left his room and descended to stairs.
"Good morning Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley," he greeted them monotonously.
Although it wasn't needed; because they didn't even look up at him or acknowledged his presence in the dining room.
He didn't even bother with breakfast since his aunt seemed to have prepared just enough breakfast for three people. Not that he cared anyway.
"In case you were wondering, I'll just be off to buy my school things."
It was common knowledge that the Dursleys hated magic, so much so that even uttering the word "magic" was taboo in their home. But they also loved to keep a good public appearance. That is why they finally allowed Harry to travel by means of floo powder, and consequently allowed the Ministry to add their fireplace to the floo network, therefore allowing wizards to use floo powder to access and/or leave via their fireplace.
They hated it, yes. But it was better to risk that being seen by their neighbors than to risk having them see a magical flying "thing" pick Harry up from their doorstep. Not that it was so much of a risk, what with all the curtains drawn down so that no one would be able to take a peek through the windows.
After uncle Vernon waved a dismissive hand, eyes never leaving the newspaper he was reading, Harry decided that it was time to leave.
So, taking a pinch of floo power from the pouch, he stepped into the fireplace. He threw the powder into the flames and shouted "Diagon Alley!"
The green flame then instantly transported him to his destination.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later, Harry had already to Gringotts and back, and bought all of his books and everything he needed for his sixth year at Hogwarts.
Everything he bought was all kept inside a small bag. It was small and convenient and had been charmed to allow more things to be kept within it than what was possible. It was a birthday gift from someone during his past birthday. And it was very convenient to have it around.
As he exited the final store, he caught sight of something in the crowd.
RED hair.
And there were four of them!
Harry was more than sure that it was Ron, along with Ginny and their parents. So he quickened his pace to meet up with them. Probably also there to buys some last minute school materials.
But before he could even get close, a voice stopped him.
"Potter."
Harry turned around and saw Draco Malfoy leaning on the wall casually. Deep green met pure silver, hostility aflame within those depths.
"Malfoy."
Draco cocked his head to the right, indicating a door. "Getting ready for another year of humiliation at Hogwarts, Potter?" He spat the name "Potter" as though it had venom laced around it.
"I highly doubt that Malfoy," Harry replied, with equal venom.
Draco smirked, "Just remember Potter, that friends like yours : Mudbloods, Weasleys, and all those sorry excuses for wizards and witches, they will all bring you down."
"Take that back Malfoy!" Harry could barely keep himself from screaming, but his voice seethed with anger and annoyance.
"Make me," the blond Slytherin dared, entering the door he had been pointing at earlier.
"Damn you," Harry cursed under his breath. He pulled the door open, followed his nemesis inside and then slammed it shut.
Harry was angry and was going to challenge Draco for insulting his friends.
This is what the bystanders outside saw. An angry Harry and a very, very proud Draco.
As soon as the door closed, Harry looked at Draco. The latter already had his wand out and the said wand was already pointed at his direction. But Harry didn't even flinch a bit.
Draco gave his wand a little flick and whispered a barely audible spell directed at the door behind Harry.
Harry didn't even look at what Draco had done to the door. Instead, he raised a brow and asked "What about the silencing spell?"
"Are you doubting me Harry?" Draco asked, in mock surprise, the hostility from before completely gone from his voice.
When he saw that Harry wasn't going to buy any of his act, he finally said, "Well, I already put up a barrier even before we both entered. All they can hear from the outside is us insulting one another. There, satisfied?"
Harry smiled, a genuine smile. "I should have known you would be taking precautions. I almost forgot how cautious you really are."
"Speak for yourself." Draco replied, giving Harry a playful punch on the shoulder. "What are you doing here anyway? Last minute shopping?"
"I just finished buying my school materials. I had too much to do over the summer that I could barely squeeze buying school stuff into my schedule. Lucky you, because at least, your parents could buy your stuff for you. So any news?"
"Why must you be so straight to business, my friend?" Draco groaned. "Can't we spend some more time alone just talking about "stuff" like close friends naturally do?"
"I would if I could," Harry said sadly. "I know barely anyone here at Diagon Alley would care if we were here cursing each other until god knows when. But I just saw Ron's family going in the other direction. And I trust that your spell is convincing. And if that is the case, the Weasleys will probably rush here immediately."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that...," Draco admitted. "Anyway, take this and read it later," he said, handing a rolled up parchment to Harry. "I believe Prof. Dumbledore already has a remedy for our very tight schedule," he added, giving Harry a wink. "Come on, you'd better go out first."
"Okay, thanks. See you at school Draco, I really doubt we'll be able to talk on the train."
"I know, see you too Harry."
With a nod, and the parchment carefully kept in his robe, Harry left the room and went out, once again, into Diagon Alley.
Since they weren't inside for a long time, they weren't able to attract a lot of attention. And Harry was thankful for that. He didn't want to have Ron running up to him at this time asking too many questions about his supposed "fight" with Draco. Since he had no idea what sort of things the people outside heard, after all it was Draco who cast the spell, not him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, Harry sorted out his books and fixed them all up. He had also finished checking the portkey that he would be using to get onto platform nine and three quarters. Tomorrow would be the day that he got back to Hogwarts, the best place in the entire world and the only true home for Harry.
He was so excited that he could barely sleep, so he took out the parchment Draco had given him earlier. He had been so wrapped up about fixing his things and getting everything ready that he nearly forgot about reading it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I'm cannot help but be pleased at your remarkable performance and tremendous improvement, as well as Mr. Malfoy's. But I can clearly see that having a schedule the same as last year will take its toll on both of you. I will talk to both of you when you reach Hogwarts. Just expect that there will be a lot of changes for you and Mr.Malfoy, GOOD changes.
PS: you and Mr. Malfoy may use magic anywhere and anytime you want. You two are now also authorized to go through the school grounds anytime of the day or year. But I think you'd better wait for a more thorough explanation after you arrive at Hogwarts before actually "exercising" your new authority. But I can't stop you, now could I?
Albus Dumbledore
Harry smiled. This is going to be the best year ever.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter, its characters, spells, etc, is not mine. But the plot of this fic is.
Hehe^^
Author's note: this is my first Harry Potter fic so please inform me if there are any minor or major mistakes within it. R&r's are greatly appreciated. Oh and this will be a slash fic eventually. So anyone who can't handle Draco and Harry together, don't flame me, just leave
And, they will get together eventually, I just thought that it would be better if they both started out as friends first then eventually turn into lovers, hehe^^.
Oh and if some parts aren't clear, they will be cleared in the next chapters Don't worry ^^
THE MEETING IN DIAGON ALLEY
Early the next morning, Harry tucked his wand, list for his school materials and his key to his parents' vault at Gringotts, safely in his robe. Then, taking a small pouch of floo powder from his desk drawer, he left his room and descended to stairs.
"Good morning Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley," he greeted them monotonously.
Although it wasn't needed; because they didn't even look up at him or acknowledged his presence in the dining room.
He didn't even bother with breakfast since his aunt seemed to have prepared just enough breakfast for three people. Not that he cared anyway.
"In case you were wondering, I'll just be off to buy my school things."
It was common knowledge that the Dursleys hated magic, so much so that even uttering the word "magic" was taboo in their home. But they also loved to keep a good public appearance. That is why they finally allowed Harry to travel by means of floo powder, and consequently allowed the Ministry to add their fireplace to the floo network, therefore allowing wizards to use floo powder to access and/or leave via their fireplace.
They hated it, yes. But it was better to risk that being seen by their neighbors than to risk having them see a magical flying "thing" pick Harry up from their doorstep. Not that it was so much of a risk, what with all the curtains drawn down so that no one would be able to take a peek through the windows.
After uncle Vernon waved a dismissive hand, eyes never leaving the newspaper he was reading, Harry decided that it was time to leave.
So, taking a pinch of floo power from the pouch, he stepped into the fireplace. He threw the powder into the flames and shouted "Diagon Alley!"
The green flame then instantly transported him to his destination.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later, Harry had already to Gringotts and back, and bought all of his books and everything he needed for his sixth year at Hogwarts.
Everything he bought was all kept inside a small bag. It was small and convenient and had been charmed to allow more things to be kept within it than what was possible. It was a birthday gift from someone during his past birthday. And it was very convenient to have it around.
As he exited the final store, he caught sight of something in the crowd.
RED hair.
And there were four of them!
Harry was more than sure that it was Ron, along with Ginny and their parents. So he quickened his pace to meet up with them. Probably also there to buys some last minute school materials.
But before he could even get close, a voice stopped him.
"Potter."
Harry turned around and saw Draco Malfoy leaning on the wall casually. Deep green met pure silver, hostility aflame within those depths.
"Malfoy."
Draco cocked his head to the right, indicating a door. "Getting ready for another year of humiliation at Hogwarts, Potter?" He spat the name "Potter" as though it had venom laced around it.
"I highly doubt that Malfoy," Harry replied, with equal venom.
Draco smirked, "Just remember Potter, that friends like yours : Mudbloods, Weasleys, and all those sorry excuses for wizards and witches, they will all bring you down."
"Take that back Malfoy!" Harry could barely keep himself from screaming, but his voice seethed with anger and annoyance.
"Make me," the blond Slytherin dared, entering the door he had been pointing at earlier.
"Damn you," Harry cursed under his breath. He pulled the door open, followed his nemesis inside and then slammed it shut.
Harry was angry and was going to challenge Draco for insulting his friends.
This is what the bystanders outside saw. An angry Harry and a very, very proud Draco.
As soon as the door closed, Harry looked at Draco. The latter already had his wand out and the said wand was already pointed at his direction. But Harry didn't even flinch a bit.
Draco gave his wand a little flick and whispered a barely audible spell directed at the door behind Harry.
Harry didn't even look at what Draco had done to the door. Instead, he raised a brow and asked "What about the silencing spell?"
"Are you doubting me Harry?" Draco asked, in mock surprise, the hostility from before completely gone from his voice.
When he saw that Harry wasn't going to buy any of his act, he finally said, "Well, I already put up a barrier even before we both entered. All they can hear from the outside is us insulting one another. There, satisfied?"
Harry smiled, a genuine smile. "I should have known you would be taking precautions. I almost forgot how cautious you really are."
"Speak for yourself." Draco replied, giving Harry a playful punch on the shoulder. "What are you doing here anyway? Last minute shopping?"
"I just finished buying my school materials. I had too much to do over the summer that I could barely squeeze buying school stuff into my schedule. Lucky you, because at least, your parents could buy your stuff for you. So any news?"
"Why must you be so straight to business, my friend?" Draco groaned. "Can't we spend some more time alone just talking about "stuff" like close friends naturally do?"
"I would if I could," Harry said sadly. "I know barely anyone here at Diagon Alley would care if we were here cursing each other until god knows when. But I just saw Ron's family going in the other direction. And I trust that your spell is convincing. And if that is the case, the Weasleys will probably rush here immediately."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that...," Draco admitted. "Anyway, take this and read it later," he said, handing a rolled up parchment to Harry. "I believe Prof. Dumbledore already has a remedy for our very tight schedule," he added, giving Harry a wink. "Come on, you'd better go out first."
"Okay, thanks. See you at school Draco, I really doubt we'll be able to talk on the train."
"I know, see you too Harry."
With a nod, and the parchment carefully kept in his robe, Harry left the room and went out, once again, into Diagon Alley.
Since they weren't inside for a long time, they weren't able to attract a lot of attention. And Harry was thankful for that. He didn't want to have Ron running up to him at this time asking too many questions about his supposed "fight" with Draco. Since he had no idea what sort of things the people outside heard, after all it was Draco who cast the spell, not him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, Harry sorted out his books and fixed them all up. He had also finished checking the portkey that he would be using to get onto platform nine and three quarters. Tomorrow would be the day that he got back to Hogwarts, the best place in the entire world and the only true home for Harry.
He was so excited that he could barely sleep, so he took out the parchment Draco had given him earlier. He had been so wrapped up about fixing his things and getting everything ready that he nearly forgot about reading it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I'm cannot help but be pleased at your remarkable performance and tremendous improvement, as well as Mr. Malfoy's. But I can clearly see that having a schedule the same as last year will take its toll on both of you. I will talk to both of you when you reach Hogwarts. Just expect that there will be a lot of changes for you and Mr.Malfoy, GOOD changes.
PS: you and Mr. Malfoy may use magic anywhere and anytime you want. You two are now also authorized to go through the school grounds anytime of the day or year. But I think you'd better wait for a more thorough explanation after you arrive at Hogwarts before actually "exercising" your new authority. But I can't stop you, now could I?
Albus Dumbledore
Harry smiled. This is going to be the best year ever.
