A/N: First time…don't sue me!…I don't own anything…except maybe this plot and a small blanket. You aint gonna get nothing from me. The computer is my friend's. Please read & review.

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*Chapter 1* Where we share memories…where we face reality

'A boy destined to save a world from torture and despair, a world full of magic and creatures that we may only be able to think in our imaginations. Full of wizards and witches; potions and cauldrons; wands and brooms. Yes, there is another world, and fate has taken a twisted turn to bring upon the burden of the world to one innocent and brave young boy. His head bowed down from everyone, ready to accept this task to defeat one psychopathic-used-to-be-gorgeous-now-body-less man, Voldemort, as is feared by many- his name. That single young soul brave and powerful enough to defeat him is…'

'Harry, bed time!'

'Yes mum.' Harry yelled back to his mother downstairs. He stretched trying to drown the feeling of sleepiness in him and got up. Finishing all his "before bedtime" rituals, he climbed into his bed, just as his head fell onto the soft pillow he was asleep. The book he was reading earlier lay open on the foot of the bed, unfinished and forgotten...for now.

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'...Yea! I know......did you see his face.........got him good didn't we?...........dirtbag..........tomorrow?........sure, same place?...........great to go back to school!?........Matt, you fucking know it all!.......can't believe summer is over........see yah tomorrow. Bye' at the sound of the phone being placed back in its holder, Severus was brought back to reality from his late-night soap opera.

'Well, Look who finally got off the god damned phone. Have you fixed your things? Did you take a bath already? Is you uniform pressed? Did you take out the trash? Have you set yo-' Severus stopped his recorded and replayed questioning only because his show was back on. Draco payed no heed to his godfather's much interrogation.

'Nothing will ever change....' Draco thought to himself and shook his head as if in disbelief. He hated the fact that he had to spend his whole childhood with his Godparents only because of some stupid family problem.

As Draco walked the many flight of stairs up to his room at the very top of the Mansion memories of his past came into view.

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=The Night after Draco's 8th Birthday=

'You son of A Bitch!' Narscissa Malfoy, his mother, yelled from the other side of the door.

'I'm a son of a bitch? You're a whore!' His father, Lucius Malfoy, retorted opening the door.

They had been at it for hours and hours now, all because his father had refused to allow his mother to go on some business trip. He never understood their petty argument. Not then when he was young & definitely not now, when he is teen-ager. Draco just hid under the blankets. He held to them as if any second now someone will pull him out of his parents reach. He loved his family. He did. He was young and vulnerable and gladly took comfort and joy in small things. Of course being rich had its perks and the Malfoys spoiled Draco to no end. And so he got used to everything and a fear developed in him. He feared of change in his life anything at all that maybe connected to the word "CHANGE" he would go ballistic!

An ear-piercing scream broke through young Draco's reverie. Out of curiosity and fear of losing one or both his parents he peeked his head out of the blankets only to see an empty room. The scream he heared must've come from the parlor right next to his bedroom. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran for the door. Just as he was about to turn the knob, the door swung open. There his father stood a bit dazed, in his right hand was....

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He shook his head furiously not allowing his mind to ponder any longer about his past. That was then this is now. You must learn to live for today and not yesterday or tomorrow. His godfather told him that. Right before he bit it.

'Crazy ol' bastard!' he breathed remembering very well the knowledge and the truth behind his godfather's death.

His family is well known for being the cause of almost everyone's death. So they didn't have a good rep. so what? A few wads of cash in peoples faces. That changes everything. You got money. You got power. To some people He lives one of the best kinds of life. But, what do they know?

Somehow, today was moving very fast. The moment he looked up and snapped out of pondering much…again. He was already changing into his pajamas. Finishing quickly, he grabbed the remote to light up the fireplace. He quickly put the timer on to turn off the fireplace, not taking any chances on burning the house. The memory of his punishment for his carelessness was still raw. His father had to pay loads for the last house and it is still being reconstructed.

Grabbing for his glasses and a small book on his bedside table, he just found it a week ago. Among the thousands of books that lined the walls of their library, this one stuck out like a stain in a white top. It looks like it's been through every possible way to deform a book. It was a plain black covered book. Torn in all corners, lined with gold borders and the pages felt like silk to the touch. But most of all there was no title in it just the story itself.

He took out the piece of string he used for a bookmark. (a/n: whoa! A rich dude that can't even by a decent bookmark!? Unbelievable!) Ever since he read the first chapter, he had not been able to put it down. He was thrilled to get to the end at last. Since last year, he has been trying to get a new study habit- he almost didn't make it because of all the distraction coming his way. He will not risk his grades again for petty distractions.

'His head bowed down from everyone, ready to accept this task to defeat one psychopathic-used-to-be-gorgeous-now-body-less man, Voldemort, as is feared by many- his name. That single young soul brave and powerful enough to defeat him is, Harry Potter.'

Draco was relieved to finally know the hero after reading 14 chapter of the history and bad luck of some idiotic and yet enticing and mysterious world. Yet, the real self of this person was still an enigma. He spent a few more hours on the book very, very serious about finishing it before school starts.

'A wondrous life their 'Golden-boy' lived. At least that is what he showed. He life is joke. One lonely and twisted life. Yes everyone loves him for his bravery and because he is the one that saved them all. Because he is a hero…well known rich and wealthy. They only wanted what he had not what he really is. They do not want to know his feelings…they do not care. Try as he might he can not escape the responsibility of caring and saving the souls of his kind. He walks the earth alone. Yet he remembers one person that really saw who he was. That one person who really cared, His best-friend, the man that died for him and for the better. If only he had taken notice long before he lost him, of the bond and "relationship" they shared. Maybe just maybe he would not be alone.

~Fin~'

Draco laid back on his pillow. Feeling accomplished of having found and finished a wonderful story. He couldn't help but feel a pang of something in his heart. He could not understand why he was feeling this he had developed this ' I don't give damn about your lame life' attitude growing up. But… it's as if he could relate to the boy in his story. He was bi. Yeah everyone knows that…but aside from being attracted also to the same gender…there was. He erased the thought in his mind wanting to get rest to prepare himself tomorrow for the start of a new school life.

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A/N: Ok that sucked! Yes I know Harry didn't appear much I just wanted to introduce their life a bit. So please don't hate me… I did not get this beta'd since I am an impatient lil' bastard so sorry for the grammar…its my first time. Please read & review. Thank you

Mwah!