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The day before school, water was trickling onto Harry's window. He was looking back at his past and also at his future. He had lost a lot of trust in Dumbledore but he new that the old man was wise and tried to do what was best. The rain reminded Harry of the misery he was bond to. He took his dagger and past over his scars on the left forearm; his scars were the word FREAK in bold letters. He had past over the word so often that each letter was pretty big. On his write arm were many scars, so many that his skin was barely visible.
HE didn't know what to expect of the future he would die by Voldemort's hand or kill him. If he killed him he wouldn't have any reason to live and if he died than Voldemort would rule over the wizarding world. It confused him more than he thought and made him even more depressed.
He remembered the day in Diagon Alley. Malfoy was so different, he didn't have the malice he had at school, but a little pain in his eyes. I'm going crazy Harry shook his head and concentrated on the dagger. The blade caressed softly the skin and slowly went deeper. The skin parted slowly and left a fine red line. He past over and pressed harder, blood trailed down his wrist. A smile crept to his lips.
Harry don't do this, you don't deserve it. Harry I care about you, you don't deserve the pain Sauih hissed worriedly at him.
I need the pain girl; I am sorry if I hurt you He picked her up and placed her on his shoulder. He let the dagger in his drunk after casting a cleansing spell. His visions were getting worst each day but he started pushing them away not wanting to remember all the horror Voldemort had done. All he has done because of my blood Tears starting rolling down Harry's eyes.
Harry whipped the tears away and took out his book on Animagus transformation. He was supposed to be able to transform that day. He started concentrating on changing form, a light was around him and he was soon flat on his stomach or what he thought was his stomach. He went to stretch out his arm but instead he opened his wings. Harry was very confused and curious he unlocked the door and went straight to the bathroom.
What he saw in the mirror amazed him. He was a big red and green cobra with red and green wings from the side. His eyes were thin and yellow and his fangs venomous and sharp. He was rather big; he fitted barely in his room or the hallway. That night he went to sleep a tiny bit of happiness that would not be there in the morning.
The next morning Harry was waiting for Mr.Weasley. Dumbledore had informed him that Mr.Weasley would pick him up. He was waiting patiently on the stairs cigarette in mouth, drunk on the side. An ugly old car parked in the driveway and Harry recognized them as Mr.Weasley and Ron. He groaned and stood up. Ron dripped to the floor when he realized that the weird guy in Diagon Alley and Harry were the same person. Mr.Weasley on the other hand just gasped and composed himself right afterward. Harry shrugged it off and placed his trunk in the car. Hedwig had flown to Hogwarts for she disliked the train trip, Harry had almost went with her but decided against it.
About half an hour later Harry was having a conversation with Sauih about the best product to clean fangs. It was then that Ron burst out "You need more attention do you, look at how your dress and your hair you needed more do you!"
Harry looked at him expressionless "You call yourself a friend do you; you only hang around with me in the hope to get a little fame, and the fame that I do not want! I changed my style to be myself, my own identity, not a carbon copy of James Potter."
"You bloody hypocrite, you went to the Dark Lord I'm sure of it" Ron blurted out menacingly
"Go to hell Weasel..." Harry said in a calm terrifying tone. The rest of the trip was uneventful, no one spoke to Harry and he spoke to no one. The Weasley's met at the station and Harry left on his own to the train. The noise was intoxicating; he hated it more than anything so went on the train right away. He was sitting in a compartment at the very end of the train. Looked at every student saying goodbye to their family. Tears dwelled to fall but he fought them back. He caught a glimpse at Malfoy; he was saying goodbye to his father. His father gave him a hand and Malfoy shook it. Was it pain in his eyes? No I must be going mad the perfect Malfoy can't feel pain.
He rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. After about 15 minutes he felt being pulled forward, the train was moving. He lilted himself a cigarette and closed his eyes again feeling the smoke inside his lungs. The door to his compartment open but he didn't care, he wanted to be alone. He felt someone sitting next to him. That was when he finally decided to open his eyes.
Draco was on the platform 9 and ¾. His mother gave him a motherly hug full of love. She whispered some comforting nonsense in his ear and he smiled lightly so only she could see. He turned to his father, the father that didn't love him no matter what. He gave a hand shake to his father, for a second his mask slipped to let the world see his pain but at soon as it appeared it was gone. He sighed at the retreating figure of his father, today he would talk to Dumbledore. He headed to the train with the firm intention to sit far away from the Slytherin or any Death Eater wannabe.
Every compartments was full or with unwanted people. He opened the door of the last compartment, Potter was in it but he didn't really mind. With the boy's attitude at Diagon Alley he would probably not talk. He was a bit shocked to see a cigarette in the boy's mouth but didn't comment. He went and sat beside Potter without asking him neither did he acknowledge Draco's presence before he opened his eyes.
Harry was confused why did Malfoy sit with him. H took a long puff from his cigarette before addressing him. "Why me?" he asked
Draco shrugged "Why not?"
Harry seemed content with the answer and turned his head to Sauih. this young man is quiet nice Harry Sauih hissed
Harry glared at him before admitting that she was right. He was still curious at why Malfoy had sat with him but he decided to forget about it. He had enough on his mind not to add his nemesis though he was not at the moment very hostile. He finished his cigarette and sighed.
Draco sat in silence. Potter was acting all sad and depressed. He did understand that all Potter had been through was bad but he hadn't realized at what extent. Potter started to intrigue him but he did not speak to him. They had made a silent truce about it. He heard a sigh escape Potter's lip before the boy closed his sorrowful eyes.
A few hours later the train halted. The two boys left the train more confused then when they had gotten on it. They took the same carriage to the school never speaking to each other the whole way.
The feast began but Harry missed the hat's song for he was lost in thought. He snapped out of his trance when he heard the name Max Evans. He looked up and saw that small brown haired boy that he had bumped in previously. The hat took long to decide but after a while it finally cried out "GRYFFINDOR!!" Harry stood up to clap; he was the only one he clapped for. He felt sympathy for the boy who had shared with him the role of Dudley's punch bag. He was glad that 6 and 7 year didn't have to wear the school uniform. His clothes kept everyone away and some didn't ever recognize him. He ate a bit but wasn't hungry, he hadn't been for the past two month. His eyes wondered at a blonde Slytherin but he snapped back into focus. He felt a gaze upon him and looked up at the head table. Snape was looking at him, with regret in his eyes. that can't be it. I'm seeing things. Harry abruptly stood up and left the Grate Hall. He realized half way to the Gryffindor common room that he didn't even take the time to see who the DADA teacher was but he didn't care that much, he'd find out sooner or later.
He went into his dorm and lay on his bed. He hadn't slept in 6 days so he was pretty tired. He only had time to clothes his curtain and cast a silencing charm on his bed before falling asleep.
Draco noticed Potter's a brute departure. He was confused but knew in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. He stayed until Dumbledore would leave. The headmaster stood up and started his annual speech, Draco started listening when the DADA teacher came up "I am glad to welcome back to the school, the professor R.J Lupin" Their were many cries of joys, whistles and clapping. After the speech the headmaster left the Grate Hall and Draco fallowed.
Draco ran to catch up the headmaster. "Headmaster"
The headmaster turned around and smiled at Draco with a mad twinkle in the eye. "Well Mister Malfoy you do not come and speak to me often. I doubt that this is a social call."
Draco nodded at the headmaster "You're right headmaster I would need to talk to you in private."
The headmaster showed Draco to his office. Fawkes went flying to Draco's shoulder when he walked in. Draco was impressed by the cozy circular room. He sat down in a chair and sighed. The headmaster cast a silencing spell on the room. "So Mister Malfoy what was it that you wanted to speak to me about"
Draco took in a long breath before answering to that simple but also complicated question. "Well all start from the beginning. When I was young my father drilled into my head his belief. I believed them all before I came here. I knew that what he did was wrong and disgusting but I had to pretend that he was all I believed in. He would beat my mother but I couldn't do anything, I was powerless. I know that he wants me to become a Death Eater and I just don't have a choice. Last year I thought about telling professor Snape that I didn't want to be a Death Eater but y father accidentally told me that he was one. I thought I was lost but this summer I realized that I had to tell someone I want to be on the light side. That's why I'm here." Draco has said that very quickly but clearly. Dumbledore had listened to every word and was smiling at Draco.
"Well Mister Malfoy I am very proud of you but I will have to test your loyalty." Draco shivered "oh not like Voldemort don't worry. If I find that you are not sincere your memory will be whipped of the few things that you have learnt here." He waited until Draco had nodded "wait a minute" Dumbledore threw some floo powder in the fire place "Severus may you bring me veritasireum?" A few minutes later Snape came out of the fire place. Draco's heart started too race He might be my got father but he's a Death Eater didn't Dumbledore listen to me?
Dumbledore took the Veritasireum from Severus and placed 3 drop into Draco's mouth. Snape nodded to Dumbledore and sat across Draco.
(The interrogation will be in dialogue but only it)
Snape: What's your name?
Draco: Draco Severus Malfoy
Snape: Am I a Death Eater?
Draco: Yes
Snape: Do you want to be one?
Draco: No.
Snape: Why don't you want to be a Death Eater?
Draco: All these innocent suffering, it's wrong and inhuman. I want to help stop the dark side from torturing them. I want to be my own self, not a carbon copy of Lucius (AN: sounds familiar?)
Snape: Would you be ready to spy?
Draco: Yes
(AN back to story formation)
Snape gave Draco the antidote and Draco looked at him in fear. Dumbledore placed his hand on Draco's shoulder. "He's a spy Mister Malfoy don't worry"
Draco looked at his Godfather in awe. "Severus I was crushed when I thought that my idol and godfather was a Death Eater."
Severus took his godson in a hug. He would never do it in someone's presence if he circumstances would be different "I'm so proud of you!" Snape whispered in his ear.
"I am too, Severus" They all left afterwards. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
Cold Flame 2: Thanks, it will be a Harry/Draco! I love all the angst. Draco is not going to be the angsty character but it was necessary to the story. Oh and thank you're my very first reviewers
Oracle: Thanks
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The day before school, water was trickling onto Harry's window. He was looking back at his past and also at his future. He had lost a lot of trust in Dumbledore but he new that the old man was wise and tried to do what was best. The rain reminded Harry of the misery he was bond to. He took his dagger and past over his scars on the left forearm; his scars were the word FREAK in bold letters. He had past over the word so often that each letter was pretty big. On his write arm were many scars, so many that his skin was barely visible.
HE didn't know what to expect of the future he would die by Voldemort's hand or kill him. If he killed him he wouldn't have any reason to live and if he died than Voldemort would rule over the wizarding world. It confused him more than he thought and made him even more depressed.
He remembered the day in Diagon Alley. Malfoy was so different, he didn't have the malice he had at school, but a little pain in his eyes. I'm going crazy Harry shook his head and concentrated on the dagger. The blade caressed softly the skin and slowly went deeper. The skin parted slowly and left a fine red line. He past over and pressed harder, blood trailed down his wrist. A smile crept to his lips.
Harry don't do this, you don't deserve it. Harry I care about you, you don't deserve the pain Sauih hissed worriedly at him.
I need the pain girl; I am sorry if I hurt you He picked her up and placed her on his shoulder. He let the dagger in his drunk after casting a cleansing spell. His visions were getting worst each day but he started pushing them away not wanting to remember all the horror Voldemort had done. All he has done because of my blood Tears starting rolling down Harry's eyes.
Harry whipped the tears away and took out his book on Animagus transformation. He was supposed to be able to transform that day. He started concentrating on changing form, a light was around him and he was soon flat on his stomach or what he thought was his stomach. He went to stretch out his arm but instead he opened his wings. Harry was very confused and curious he unlocked the door and went straight to the bathroom.
What he saw in the mirror amazed him. He was a big red and green cobra with red and green wings from the side. His eyes were thin and yellow and his fangs venomous and sharp. He was rather big; he fitted barely in his room or the hallway. That night he went to sleep a tiny bit of happiness that would not be there in the morning.
The next morning Harry was waiting for Mr.Weasley. Dumbledore had informed him that Mr.Weasley would pick him up. He was waiting patiently on the stairs cigarette in mouth, drunk on the side. An ugly old car parked in the driveway and Harry recognized them as Mr.Weasley and Ron. He groaned and stood up. Ron dripped to the floor when he realized that the weird guy in Diagon Alley and Harry were the same person. Mr.Weasley on the other hand just gasped and composed himself right afterward. Harry shrugged it off and placed his trunk in the car. Hedwig had flown to Hogwarts for she disliked the train trip, Harry had almost went with her but decided against it.
About half an hour later Harry was having a conversation with Sauih about the best product to clean fangs. It was then that Ron burst out "You need more attention do you, look at how your dress and your hair you needed more do you!"
Harry looked at him expressionless "You call yourself a friend do you; you only hang around with me in the hope to get a little fame, and the fame that I do not want! I changed my style to be myself, my own identity, not a carbon copy of James Potter."
"You bloody hypocrite, you went to the Dark Lord I'm sure of it" Ron blurted out menacingly
"Go to hell Weasel..." Harry said in a calm terrifying tone. The rest of the trip was uneventful, no one spoke to Harry and he spoke to no one. The Weasley's met at the station and Harry left on his own to the train. The noise was intoxicating; he hated it more than anything so went on the train right away. He was sitting in a compartment at the very end of the train. Looked at every student saying goodbye to their family. Tears dwelled to fall but he fought them back. He caught a glimpse at Malfoy; he was saying goodbye to his father. His father gave him a hand and Malfoy shook it. Was it pain in his eyes? No I must be going mad the perfect Malfoy can't feel pain.
He rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. After about 15 minutes he felt being pulled forward, the train was moving. He lilted himself a cigarette and closed his eyes again feeling the smoke inside his lungs. The door to his compartment open but he didn't care, he wanted to be alone. He felt someone sitting next to him. That was when he finally decided to open his eyes.
Draco was on the platform 9 and ¾. His mother gave him a motherly hug full of love. She whispered some comforting nonsense in his ear and he smiled lightly so only she could see. He turned to his father, the father that didn't love him no matter what. He gave a hand shake to his father, for a second his mask slipped to let the world see his pain but at soon as it appeared it was gone. He sighed at the retreating figure of his father, today he would talk to Dumbledore. He headed to the train with the firm intention to sit far away from the Slytherin or any Death Eater wannabe.
Every compartments was full or with unwanted people. He opened the door of the last compartment, Potter was in it but he didn't really mind. With the boy's attitude at Diagon Alley he would probably not talk. He was a bit shocked to see a cigarette in the boy's mouth but didn't comment. He went and sat beside Potter without asking him neither did he acknowledge Draco's presence before he opened his eyes.
Harry was confused why did Malfoy sit with him. H took a long puff from his cigarette before addressing him. "Why me?" he asked
Draco shrugged "Why not?"
Harry seemed content with the answer and turned his head to Sauih. this young man is quiet nice Harry Sauih hissed
Harry glared at him before admitting that she was right. He was still curious at why Malfoy had sat with him but he decided to forget about it. He had enough on his mind not to add his nemesis though he was not at the moment very hostile. He finished his cigarette and sighed.
Draco sat in silence. Potter was acting all sad and depressed. He did understand that all Potter had been through was bad but he hadn't realized at what extent. Potter started to intrigue him but he did not speak to him. They had made a silent truce about it. He heard a sigh escape Potter's lip before the boy closed his sorrowful eyes.
A few hours later the train halted. The two boys left the train more confused then when they had gotten on it. They took the same carriage to the school never speaking to each other the whole way.
The feast began but Harry missed the hat's song for he was lost in thought. He snapped out of his trance when he heard the name Max Evans. He looked up and saw that small brown haired boy that he had bumped in previously. The hat took long to decide but after a while it finally cried out "GRYFFINDOR!!" Harry stood up to clap; he was the only one he clapped for. He felt sympathy for the boy who had shared with him the role of Dudley's punch bag. He was glad that 6 and 7 year didn't have to wear the school uniform. His clothes kept everyone away and some didn't ever recognize him. He ate a bit but wasn't hungry, he hadn't been for the past two month. His eyes wondered at a blonde Slytherin but he snapped back into focus. He felt a gaze upon him and looked up at the head table. Snape was looking at him, with regret in his eyes. that can't be it. I'm seeing things. Harry abruptly stood up and left the Grate Hall. He realized half way to the Gryffindor common room that he didn't even take the time to see who the DADA teacher was but he didn't care that much, he'd find out sooner or later.
He went into his dorm and lay on his bed. He hadn't slept in 6 days so he was pretty tired. He only had time to clothes his curtain and cast a silencing charm on his bed before falling asleep.
Draco noticed Potter's a brute departure. He was confused but knew in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. He stayed until Dumbledore would leave. The headmaster stood up and started his annual speech, Draco started listening when the DADA teacher came up "I am glad to welcome back to the school, the professor R.J Lupin" Their were many cries of joys, whistles and clapping. After the speech the headmaster left the Grate Hall and Draco fallowed.
Draco ran to catch up the headmaster. "Headmaster"
The headmaster turned around and smiled at Draco with a mad twinkle in the eye. "Well Mister Malfoy you do not come and speak to me often. I doubt that this is a social call."
Draco nodded at the headmaster "You're right headmaster I would need to talk to you in private."
The headmaster showed Draco to his office. Fawkes went flying to Draco's shoulder when he walked in. Draco was impressed by the cozy circular room. He sat down in a chair and sighed. The headmaster cast a silencing spell on the room. "So Mister Malfoy what was it that you wanted to speak to me about"
Draco took in a long breath before answering to that simple but also complicated question. "Well all start from the beginning. When I was young my father drilled into my head his belief. I believed them all before I came here. I knew that what he did was wrong and disgusting but I had to pretend that he was all I believed in. He would beat my mother but I couldn't do anything, I was powerless. I know that he wants me to become a Death Eater and I just don't have a choice. Last year I thought about telling professor Snape that I didn't want to be a Death Eater but y father accidentally told me that he was one. I thought I was lost but this summer I realized that I had to tell someone I want to be on the light side. That's why I'm here." Draco has said that very quickly but clearly. Dumbledore had listened to every word and was smiling at Draco.
"Well Mister Malfoy I am very proud of you but I will have to test your loyalty." Draco shivered "oh not like Voldemort don't worry. If I find that you are not sincere your memory will be whipped of the few things that you have learnt here." He waited until Draco had nodded "wait a minute" Dumbledore threw some floo powder in the fire place "Severus may you bring me veritasireum?" A few minutes later Snape came out of the fire place. Draco's heart started too race He might be my got father but he's a Death Eater didn't Dumbledore listen to me?
Dumbledore took the Veritasireum from Severus and placed 3 drop into Draco's mouth. Snape nodded to Dumbledore and sat across Draco.
(The interrogation will be in dialogue but only it)
Snape: What's your name?
Draco: Draco Severus Malfoy
Snape: Am I a Death Eater?
Draco: Yes
Snape: Do you want to be one?
Draco: No.
Snape: Why don't you want to be a Death Eater?
Draco: All these innocent suffering, it's wrong and inhuman. I want to help stop the dark side from torturing them. I want to be my own self, not a carbon copy of Lucius (AN: sounds familiar?)
Snape: Would you be ready to spy?
Draco: Yes
(AN back to story formation)
Snape gave Draco the antidote and Draco looked at him in fear. Dumbledore placed his hand on Draco's shoulder. "He's a spy Mister Malfoy don't worry"
Draco looked at his Godfather in awe. "Severus I was crushed when I thought that my idol and godfather was a Death Eater."
Severus took his godson in a hug. He would never do it in someone's presence if he circumstances would be different "I'm so proud of you!" Snape whispered in his ear.
"I am too, Severus" They all left afterwards. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
Cold Flame 2: Thanks, it will be a Harry/Draco! I love all the angst. Draco is not going to be the angsty character but it was necessary to the story. Oh and thank you're my very first reviewers
Oracle: Thanks
Read and REview