Authors Notes and Disclaimers:

A/n First off I would like to say that I will not be putting in comments from my reviews at the beginning of each chapter, My chapters are usually long and that would take up too much kb. If you do review I might respond to your review personally in email if you provide me that information, Do Not provide me with any personal information in you review, because I'm frankly not interested in it.

This Fanfic Contains Violence, and some slashy scenes, if you do not like slash then don't read this fic. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Canon Characters of the Harry Potter world, but if you feel the need to sue me go ahead you might get two pence for your trouble.

Chapter One: Destiny at the Door.

It was a crisp night for July, so cool that in the little suburban house on Privet Drive all the windows were shut save one. In the room where that lone window was open a boy of sixteen sat at his desk scribbling with a quill pen, that boy was none other than Harry Potter. As the time started to close in on about midnight Harry began to await his Birthday presents, without fail each year they had arrived by owl about this time. Midnight came and went with only Headwig arriving with a dead mouse, and much to Harry's dismay only a dead mouse.

The time neared one o'clock in the morning, Harry who was steadily growing impatient he needed to relax. He lit a Salem cigarette and started to get on with his potions holiday course work. But try as he might he just couldn't concentrate, anger, and sadness, guilt and anxiety coursed through him all at the same time—it took all his strength to hold himself together, to keep from cracking up. The suddenly a large red eagle owl appeared at the ledge of the window; Harry thought he recognized the owl from somewhere but he wasn't sure where. The owl screeched and held out its right leg to expose a large packet of letters. Harry took this packet and undid the ribbon. There was a letter from the ministry, and private letter to him, he opened the private letter first, noticing there was no name as to whom it was from on the envelope.

Harry,

Sirius has provided for you a guardian until the time you come of age. He shall arrive at your uncle's house tomorrow at noon. You are to have your positions and school materials ready for transport then. Included in this letter is your portkey. You will be transported by this portkey at exactly five minutes past twelve-noon tomorrow. Your guardian shall have further instructions for you.

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry found a small coin in the envelope; it looked like a DA medallion that Hermione had made last year. He pocketed it. Then Harry turned his attention to the Ministry letter.

Ministry of Magic

London England

Desk of Ordinary Wizarding Level.

Edwin R. Goodenbook, Exams Supervisor.

Mr. Harry James Potter, Esq.

It is our pleasure to inform you that you have received Outanding marks in the following courses:

Potions

Defence against the Dark Arts

Charms and Curses

Herbology

Care of Magical Creatures

Astronomy.

It is also our pleasure to inform you that you have received the mark of Exceeds Expectations in: Transfiguration.

You have been approved by the Ministry of Magical Education to take the Predatory Courses for would-be Aurors.

Good Luck,

Edwin R. Goodenbook.

Edwin R. Goodenbook

Exams Supervisor.

Relieved that at least Dumbledore and the Ministry still knew he was alive Harry went to give the delivery owl a treat when the thing screeched loudly at him and pulled yet an other letter from under her right wing.... as if this letter had been concealed. It was written on fine silver coloured parchment with green ink. Harry opened this final letter knowing who ever wrote this one took lengths to conceal it.

Potter,

Shit, I'm not good at this but look, I'm sorry for being such a git over the years. I kind of know what it must be like to be you I guess, now that Voldemort has killed my Mother as well. I have no family now save my Half-brother and Godfather.

I can't go into detail here, there is a war on and the post isn't safe, even if my own owl delivers it. But, Potter, I do wish to extend a truce.

Yours,

D.

Then suddenly it downed on Harry where he ad seen that owl before, it was Draco Malfoy's Owl!!! But why would Dumbledore use Malfoy's owl? Unless Snape was the one who was coming to collect him. That must be it Harry thought. Snape was named his guardian, he wasn't Harry's first choice by a long shot but he was loyal to the order that was for sure.

Harry went to give the Delivery Owl a treat but it had already gone. Harry closed the window as the temperature was diminishing and he was ready to try to sleep.

Little did he know that destiny was going to knock on the door of number four Privet Drive.

At that same hour at 12 Grimauld place: Draco Malfoy was pacing the threadbare carpet of the drawing room floor. Seated in that same room was Severus Snape.

"Sev, I don't get it, of all people, Potter!" Draco said furiously as he removed a Dunhill cigarette from its pack and lit it.

"What you think this my Idea of a joyous pleasure? Do you think I shall enjoy being his guardian? If you do you are seriously mistaken Draco, Black did it out of punishment. That fucking Gryffindor bastard." Snape spat.

"My Mother's brother you mean?" Draco asked dryly.

"I wish you wouldn't smoke those bloody things they smell like shit. Anyway yes him. So you might as well make the best of it Drake, there is a war on and everyone is suffering." Snape said flatly. Then he rose and swished out of the room to avoid the smell of Drano's burning cigarette.

When Malfoy had finished smoking his cigarette he threw the tip into the fireplace. Well, he thought, at least with father gone I can give up the play act and start acting like myself.

Draco was about to leave the drawing room when he heard a crash at the front door. This startled the portrait of Mother Black who began to scream epithets and swear profusely. Draco turned to face her, "Silence you old Bitch." He pulled out his wand and cast a spell "Incindo Specificorum" he said and the portrait was consumed in a brilliant red fire and then extinguished itself into a small pile of ash on the mantle, the wall and other objects completely unharmed.

Draco Pressed himself to the door, if Snape caught him actively spying he would make him wish he hadn't. He couldn't hear anything except mumbles but Draco figured if it was any of his business he would find out about it at the meeting tomorrow night.

Draco knew that soon Destiny would knock on the door.