Title: Learning Paradise
Author: RainShadow
Rating: PG-13, R later
Part: 1/10
Warnings: Violence, language, first time, male/male
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Beta Reader: Klee
Summary: Harry and Draco are exiled to an abandoned island during the heat of the "Final Battle" and are forced to rely on one another while they desperately try to find a way back.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & Co. belong to JK Rowling, I am using them for entertainment purposes only and not making any profit by my use of them. Please don't sue, right now all I have $24.45 and it's for thrift store shopping. Yay for outdated clothing!
Archive: Smeared Silver, ask [rainshadow03@aol.com] if you want it ^_^
A/N: Any thank yous for reviews will be done every other chapter. Yeah, I know this is short, that's why it's the prologue ^_^
Learning Paradise
~Prologue~
He was bone weary and numb. He knew that if he closed his eyes he'd topple over and sleep, sleep forever, and maybe dream... anything to be out of this nightmare. With a resolve born of years of training and the hope that, one way or another, it would over soon, Harry Potter stumbled down the corridor towards the source and perhaps the end, of his misery. Voldemort was waiting, his eyes aglow with magic and blood lust.
"This is the end, boy," He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named softly hissed. A deadly curse flashed his way, and Harry sent one back and then dodged to the side. He landed on something sharp and felt warm blood leaking through his robes. Dazedly he tried to get to his feet but the world tilted and spun and Harry was on the floor again. Evil laughter~
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~echoed in his ears.
"Finally," Lucius Malfoy said, a gleam of triumph in his cool gray eyes as he received the latest report. "The battle is nearly over and won! The Dark Lord is calling his servants." The elder Malfoy tossed a handful of floo powder into the fire and beckoned to his son. "Come, Draco, we must join Voldemort in his success." The blonde, younger version of Lucius scowled.
"Father," he drawled, "you know how I feel about this... issue. I'll not help some demented old fool 'take over the world'".
Lucius' face hardened. "You are my heir and you will do as I say." he commanded quietly.
Draco exploded, "But Father, we are *Malfoys*! We've been around for generations, we're one of the oldest Wizarding families in the world and you want to squander our reputation on some fool power play! He's not fit to shine our shoes, let alone tell us what to do." Draco finished his rant and noticed that his father was pointing his wand~
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~directly at him. The Dark Lord was standing above him, power radiating from his imposing form.
"The Killing Curse is too quick and painless for you, my boy. I believe I'll introduce you to a most delightful spell-- permanent exile. You will *never* know the outcome of this battle nor the fate of your friends. And it will drive you mad." He smiled evilly. "Yes, that is the perfect~
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~spell to teach you some appreciation; I've made you *too* proud, Draco," his father said regretfully~
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~wands raised, voices rough with anger and malevolence, speak the very same spell at the very same time. "Exilies!" An identical flash of yellow light in front of two pairs of eyes, green and gray. A final scream emerges from his throat as, for a moment, he is one *and* two, colored chaos of betrayal and pain-- and yet the joining is blissful and brings peace-- he is ripped from himself, torn in half, and thrown into space. He lands somewhere quiet before losing his grip on consciousness. And so his mind sleeps~
