Remember!: this fic contains SLASH!!!!! SLASH! m/m romance....SLASH!!! Don't complain saying I'm a sicko, cause I'm warning you now...this fic contains slash, if you don't like it, then don't bloody read it!! don't send me complaints, you homophobic people! (you know who you are!) It also contains Dark! Evil! Harry! Chapter Two
Harry set off to Diagon Alley. Before entering it, he stopped and stared at a sign outside of a small shop. It read:
Ashworth Untraceable WandsDeciding to check it out, Harry entered the shop. It looked like Ollivander's, except it was done all in black. He noticed a person covered by a deep blood-red cloak, hiding in the shadows – was it a man or a woman? – watching him.
Harry glared at the person, and asked coldly, "What type of wands do you sell?" The person stepped out of the shadows and pulled back the hood of the cloak.
"Ahhh..." the voice was raspy, "we sell good wands, wands that the Ministry can't trace the use of. Useful for illegal uses, yes indeed." Harry nodded and narrowed his eyes.
"I would like one," he said. It wasn't a request, but a command. The shopkeeper just nodded and disappeared to the back of the store, returning with a strange device.
"I need you wand," the person said. Harry glared at the shopkeeper. He didn't like the thought of handing over his wand to someone he didn't know, in Knockturn Alley.
"And may I request why you would need my wand?" he asked briskly and coldly, still glaring.
The shopkeeper sighed, as if it got this all the time. "I need it so I can find a wand that matches your legal one, so you can perform powerful spells with your new one. Unless, of course, you would like to pay me a small fortune for a wand that won't work properly," the person snapped. Harry just glared, but complied. The shopkeeper put the wand in the device, and immediately a box on the shelf to the left of Harry glowed. The shopkeeper picked it up and handed it to Harry. "There. That will be 14 galleons." Harry shoved the money on the counter and left briskly.
He was walking briskly, not watching where he was going. Stupid shopkeeper git, he thought, Oh well. At least I can now perform magic without the Ministry breathing down my ne- "Oomf!" Harry ran into something, more specifically a person. In a bad mood, he was ready to hex the person when a voice drawled, "Potter, please watch where you are going. These are new clothes and I would prefer you not to get them dirty."
Harry froze. He knew that voice, he knew it was Malfoy. But that's not what made him froze. He was recognized by someone, more specifically his enemy who would love nothing more than to turn Harry in. "Malfoy," Harry forced himself to sneer.
Draco stared at Harry a little oddly. I may as well cut to the chase, since he now knows I'm here, he thought before he spoke. "I know you're the one that killed those muggles, and I know you just bought books on the Dark Arts and an illegal wand," he finally said quietly.
Harry went wide eyed for a second. How...how... he thought, then he panicked. Fuck! If Malfoy knows, then how many others have realized it? Draco sensed Harry's panic, and rolled his eyes. "Relax, Potter. Remember? My father knows Voldemort? He knows that Voldemort didn't attack you, so that leaves you as the murderer," he smirked. Still sensing Harry's discomfort, Draco felt a pang in his heart. Argh! Why does he always make me feel emotions that make me weak? he cursed. Forcing himself not to reveal his emotion, Draco sighed and continued, "And don't worry, Har-Potter (Harry looked up, a slight sign of amusement showing on his face, and Draco mentally cursed himself)I'm not about to tell Dumbledork. Your secret is safe with me," he said. Harry calmed a bit, and Draco felt better.
Harry stared at Draco, as though seeing him for the first time. Draco? When has he become Draco? a voice inside of him smirked. Ignoring it, Harry smiled and nodded at Draco. "err...thanks, Malfoy," he said. Draco shrugged, and gave Harry a look over.
"Potter, what are you wearing? Don't you have any decent clothes?" he sneered at Harry playfully. Harry looked at him and laughed.
"These actually belonged to my dear cousin Dudley," he said, emphasizing 'dear', "And you read my mind. I was going to go to Diagon Alley to buy new clothes, as well as some, err, things to change my appearance a bit."
Draco looked a little surprised, but quickly hid it. Who was this? I...I could get used to this new Harry, he thought, amused that Harry just joked about his cousin's death. "Well, you're in luck. You happen to be with the King of shopping and fashion," Draco said.
Harry smirked and went to run his fingers through his hair, revealing his arm. Draco gasped and Harry realized his mistake."What happened? Where did you get all those bruises?!" Draco asked. Harry's arm was covered with bruise marks, similar to his face.
Harry's face went dark. "My uncle beat me," he said coldly. Draco looked shocked, then took out his own illegal wand (all Malfoys got one when they were 12) and murmured a full-body healing spell. Harry gasped as his body felt like it was on fire. When he looked at his arms again, the bruises were gone. He felt his face, and all the bruises were gone from there as well. "Um...thank you," he said, gratefully. Malfoy just helped me...he thought.
Draco at first just stared at Harry. Wow...he changed over the summer. Now that the bruises were gone, Harry's face looked more handsome. Snapping out of it, Draco shrugged and replied as though it were nothing, "No problem." He gasped when Harry touched his arm. A tingling sensation engulfed his body.
Harry felt the tingling too. His mind went blank for a second, and then he remembered what he had wanted to say. "Uh...r-really...thank y-you," he managed to stutter out. Draco just nodded feebly and they stared at each other for a moment before they snapped out of it.
"Uh, well, let's go get you some decent clothes, eh?" Draco finally said. He was getting uncomfortable, and felt like he would do something stupid, like kiss Harry, if the moment went on too much longer. Harry snapped out of it, and they both headed to Diagon Alley.
"It. Is. Official. I am shopped out!" Harry groaned. He was starting to finally feel better, now that he had company. Draco and he had spent the morning buying him new clothing, and now they were back at Harry's room in the Ebon Mishap. They had also bought a special hair hi-light potion. They were going to put streaks in Harry's hair, then go back to Diagon Alley to buy school books (Draco had his list).
"Yeah, yeah," Draco said studying his perfectly manicured nails, "Go and change and then we'll do the hi-lights." Draco picked out a shirt and pants and threw them at Harry. Harry nodded. He didn't understand why he felt better with Draco, his former enemy. He actually forgot some of his angst when he was with the Slytherin. Harry went into the bathroom with the outfit. The top was a black button down shirt with a silver snake embroidered over the heart, and the pants were black with forest green-silver stitching. He also had black dragon hide boots. Black is such a comforting color, he thought darkly, And these clothes fit me well. He had to admit. He liked how he looked now. He stepped out of the bathroom.
Draco looked up and choked. He stared. He gasped. He stared some more. "Um, Draco? Do I look bad or something?" Harry asked uncomfortably. Draco snapped out of it, and shook his head rapidly.
Dumb Draco! Bad!! Oi, Why did I have to lose my train of thought then? Draco scolded himself. "Come here. Time to dye your hair." He said, acting as though nothing happened. Harry sat down on the bed, and Draco took out the potion. He rubbed it over Harry's hair.
Why am I enjoying this so much? Harry thought as Draco rubbed his fingers through his unruly hair. The tingly sensation was back, and Harry suddenly had the urge to grab Draco's hand and pull the blonde next to him and kiss him. Little did he know that Draco was feeling the same way.
Must...concetrate...don't give into the urge to kiss him... Those were Draco's thoughts. Finally, he breathed in relief. The potion was over Harry's hair, and Draco watched in amazement as green and silver streaks appeared every other hair on Harry's head. The green and silver went well against Harry's raven hair. And the green brought out his eyes. Draco held up the mirror and Harry looked in it and gasped. "Pity you aren't in Slytherin..." Draco said. Harry nodded in agreement, which shocked Draco. He wants to be in Slytherin? he thought.
"Well, let's go get school supplies." Harry finally said. No one would recognize him, as long as he kept his hair over his scar. No one would expect Golden-Boy to look like he worships Salazar Slytherin, he thought bitterly.
"So, Harry. How exactly do you plan to explain to Dumbledore where you've been when you get back to school?" Draco asked curiously. At the mention of Dumbledore's name, Harry's face went dark.
Harry snorted. "I figure I tell him a well-edited semi truthful version of the truth," he replied. Draco snorted too.
They walked around Diagon Alley, finishing up ice cream. It was the last day of summer, and the two new best friends had planned to celebrate. A lot had happened since the day they first re-met.
Harry had bought many new Dark Arts books, as well as Dark Art artifacts. He had learned many curses, and had practiced them with his illegal wand.
He still hadn't officially said that he was on Voldemort's side, but Draco had a feeling that Harry was. Some nights he would ask questions about Voldemort every now and then. Voldemort, meanwhile, was being patient. He knew Harry would join him sooner or later.
Draco and Harry were chatting when suddenly Harry stopped and glared at something. Draco noticed the coldness and hatred in his friend's eyes and followed his stare.
Harry was watching Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Ron was flirting like crazy with Hermione who looked uncomfortable. Harry had accepted that he no longer wanted to be friends with them anymore a long long time ago, but hatred still boiled at the site of them. He couldn't wait to kill them off; Harry had planned how he would do it very carefully: he would first torture them until they begged him for mercy, and then he would smile sweetly at them. Then, he would kill them, and watch their faces as the green light of death sped at them. Jerked out of his thoughts, he felt someone tug on his arm.
"Come on, they aren't worth our time," Draco said coldly. His hatred for Gryffindorks grew. Harry was still "missing" and you'd think that they would be more worried. At least the Mudblood looked a little worried. He rolled his eyes and snorted. The tormenting is gonna get so much better this year, he thought evilly.
Harry looked at Draco, and immediately knew what his friend was thinking, and he snorted too. "I think I'll join the tormenting this year," he said, grinning. And with that, they left and continued their talk, discussing quidditch.
Harry woke up slowly that morning and groaned. He had 40 minutes to get to King's Cross. Then, bolting upright, he smiled wickedly. Oh, how he couldn't wait to see everyone's face when the Boy-Who-Lived just shows up after being "missing". He quickly got up, took a shower and dressed in a black top with a green bordering, black pants and dragon hide boots again. He then made sure that the green and silver streaks in his hair were very noticeable. He also made sure his scar was very noticeable as well. Silently, after giving himself one last look over, he thanked Draco for having such a good fashion sense. He then made sure that he had all of his Dark Art stuff and his illegal wand, along with his real one.
He flooed to King's Cross, and arrived amazingly clean. Chatter died down and people stared at him, mouths open. At first, no one recognized the 16 year old that glared at everyone coldly and ignored them, looking like he belonged to the 'I-Love-Slytherin' Fan club. Then their eyes noticed the scar, and this made them even more shocked. Harry stalked into the train and was getting into a compartment when...
"H-Harry?" A voice questioned. Harry narrowed his eyes and turned to face the speaker. Who dares to speak to me? he thought bitterly. His cold eyes met with a very confused Hermione Granger.
Relief flooded her face, and she smiled. She didn't care what he looked like, she was so glad to see her best friend. She engulfed him in a tight hug, not noticing that he didn't hug back, and just stood there stiffly, glaring daggers at her.
Eugh...get this mudblood off of me! he thought in disgust. He then noticed that Ron was standing a few feet away, and looked very jealous. His eyes caught Harry's, who smirked evilly. This made Ron's face go red with anger, and glared at Harry.
Hermione retreated from her hug, smiling at Harry and clutching his cold hand tightly. "I was so worried about you! I am so glad you're ok! How could Voldemort kill your family? I swear, he is a cold hearted bastard! Oh, Harry! I was so worried about you! So, so, so worried. I missed you so much!" she said, eyes filled with tears of joy. She stopped, waiting to hear Harry say he missed her too, and thank her for her concern. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
"Excuse me, Granger, but I'm sure Harry doesn't want your filthy mudblood hand tainting his," a cold voice drawled. Hermione turned around and glared at Malfoy, who looked emotionless as always, well, at least to her. Harry, though, noticed something else in Draco's eyes though. He looked pissed.
And he was. How dare that mudblood hug my Harry! he thought when Hermione engulfed Harry in a suffocating hug. He was pleased to note though that Harry looked pissed at this gesture.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione retorted. Ron had also come over when he saw Malfoy approach.
"Don't call her mudblood!" he yelled. He looked at Harry, as though expecting him to say something too. However, Harry just smirked at Hermione.
"Draco is right, Granger. I don't want to have to go sterilize my hands so soon, so get off me now. I'm already going to have to burn my outfit tonight, as you hugged it," Harry said bitterly, smirking. Hermione just stared, open mouthed and eyes wide as they filled up with tears. Harry wasn't done though. "I mean, honestly, does it look like I want a filthy mudblood hanging all over me, like some slut?" Draco and Harry smirked as Hermione burst into tears, and pushed her way out of the compartment, running down the aisle.
Ron was red faced again. "Don't ever talk to her like that!" Ron couldn't believe what Harry just said. Sure, he had been jealous of Harry ever since he had found out last year that Hermione loved him with all her heart, but he couldn't believe that his best "mate" would act like that. Harry just smirked, and this time Draco answered."Why are you still here, weasel? This is the perfect opportunity to woo the mudblood's heart. Besides, Harry and I don't wish you to torture us with your presence any longer. We have...important...things to discuss," he smirked. Harry let out a laugh, and Ron gave him one last confused and angry look before he left, going to find Hermione.
Harry and Draco closed the compartment door, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
"Did you see the look on her face-"
"Weasel was so furious-"
"Looked like she was about to have a heart attack-"
"Such a crybaby-"
They settled down, and stared at each other, smiling for a while.
God, he looks beautiful, Harry thought, gazing at Draco, I wonder what it would be like to hold him...
His eyes are so captivating, Draco thought, lost in Harry's eyes, I wish I could just hold him forever and ever...
They spent the rest of the trip in a comfortable silence, both unknowingly wishing for and thinking about the same thing - each other.
"H-Hermione?" Ron asked cautiously. If he wanted to win her heart, he would have to seem like a sensitive guy. Hermione looked up, her eyes red and puffy.
"I... I l-love Harry so-o m-much," she whispered, eyes filling with tears, not believing what just happened. Ron felt angry. Why does she love him?! Why not me? Life was so good when Harry went missing...Then it was just me and her...I wish he had died. Then I would have no competition...I shouldn't have listened to mum on the first day of school when she told me to befriend that git. The only reason I stayed friends with him was because he was close to Hermione...Too bad he didn't die over the summer, Ron thought angrily.
"Don't worry about him. He's a useless jerk. Besides, you have me of course-"Ron started.
"DON'T CALL HIM A USELESS JERK! HE'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH! AND STOP TRYING TO FLIRT WITH ME!" Hermione yelled, anger in her eyes, before she calmed down. "I told you...I...I...don't love you. I never will. You're just a friend to me, nothing more. I...I only l-l-love H-Harry," she said quietly, bursting into tears. Ron silently cursed himself. God, I hate pretending to be the sensitive type of guy...girls are so pathetic sometimes, he thought. He sighed, and gave Hermione a hug, rolling his eyes as she sobbed into his shirt.
Hermione felt so torn up inside. Her heart ached, for she loved Harry so much. Since she first met him, she knew he was the One. She personally couldn't stand Ron, and hated that he always was flirting with her, or trying to kiss her. She never liked him, and only was nice to him because of Harry. In fact, she couldn't believe that she was crying into his shirt. No doubt he's gonna make a move on me now, she thought bitterly. She knew his whole 'I'm-a-Sensitive-Guy' thing was just an act. He would prefer to be shagging her now. After that thought, she backed away from him, tears still in her eyes, and sat as far away from him as she could. "Please leave me alone now," she asked with false sweetness. He looked like he was going to decline, but thought better of it, so he left and joined a compartment with fellow Gryffindors.
Alone, Hermione thought about Harry. His new look made him look even hotter, not that that mattered much to Hermione – she just wanted to be with him. Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes and imagined Harry next to her, whispering in her ear, saying everything would be ok as he kissed away the tears trailing down her cheek.
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