Disclaimer: I don't own any of the H.P. characters. Mrs. Rowling refuses my bid of a dollar and two jars of peanut butter for them.

Chapter 1- Arrival

When I first met Harry, my impression was that he would be a loud, impulsive Gryffindor. Though when we locked eyes I saw more pain than I thought possible. Those spectacular emerald eyes were stricken with torment and phobias. I felt an immediate connection with this boy. He was striding to the great hall with the Weasley boy skipping to keep up with him when I confronted him. I told him of the wrong sort, how he should stick with me. He looked grateful to be released from Ron; he needed stronger, harder people to comfort him of his worst nightmares. He moved over to our group and we strode down the corridor of tables, waiting to be sorted. I told him I would be in Slytherin and that he would too. When I was called I walked briskly and confidently over to the stool and sat with pride. The sorting hat had barely brushed my head and it screamed out "SLYTHERIN!" Harry's name was called and he took a quieter walk. The great hall reeked of wonder. He sat on the stool and Minerva placed the hat on his head. There was a complex look of fear on his face. He seemed to be having a conversation with the hat, by the looks shown on Harry's face and the way the hat squirmed on his head. After a good ten minutes the hat screamed out "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The look of anger on Harry's face made Crabbe and Goyle shift around next to me. I think that was the turning point of Harry's innocence. Harry shoved his way through the hoarding students to the Slytherin table and climbed atop of it. He paced back and forth with a storm cloud fuming above his raven locks. He finally stopped and stood centered on the table. He spoke in naught above a whisper "Do you think that I; Harry Potter, Your savior, should be put in Hufflepuff? In goddamn Hufflepuff?! A house for ninny's, for cowards!" His voice was rising as he spoke. "I will be put in Slytherin, for I will be great and nothing less than great." He stepped off the table and swept aside students to sit at the Slytherin table. I smiled with high hopes for my first year at Hogwarts.

Harry was never again trifled with. He was sort of a silent guardian when we went out in public. But in the peace of the Slytherin common room he was a wickedly humorous boy. Though behind the laughter there was an emptiness, an emptiness I couldn't identify. The first time I ever had a real talk with him was Christmas holidays. He, of course, had no place to go to. His uncle refused to take him for the 3 weeks we get off. Well my father did the same; he refused to take me. I was sitting in the common room in my favorite black leather chair when he came and sat by me, not saying a word. We sat there while I read a book for about an hour. I finally spoke to him "Well dear, are you going to sit there or are you going to speak. If you are not, please remove yourself from my sight." When I noticed that his eyes were glassy I set down my book and moved over next to him on the long black couch. I had never shown this emotion before so I did not know what to do. I had seen girls sling their arms around one another when they were crying so I carefully put an arm around his waist. He flinched and I rubbed his back to sooth him, but he slapped away my arm. At first I was offended, yet there was a sympathy within me. He looked at me with remorse then stood and slowly trudged up the stairs. I trailed after him to find him laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I went and sat next to him despite his startled look. "Harry, please, what is wrong. I have seen the empty spot within you. I have seen you crouch in the bathroom during lunch; just sitting there rocking back and forth. You have a mask of courage, but you need someone, you really do." Harry shook with tears that would not slip. I straddled him and looked into his eyes, demanding him to tell me. That was his breaking point. He screamed hysterically "Please, please Uncle Vernon! No I've swept the floors! I've done my chores! No, please!" I leapt up in horror, not wanting to believe. I stared at the shuddering boy in the fetal position, rocking back and forth. I decided to take my mother's route to calming me. "Shush Harry, it's all right, it's ok." I came closer and started stroking his hair. He collapsed in my arms and cried for all he was worth. We sat there many hours while he layed there crying. Like a switch he abruptly sat up muttering "Sorry Malfoy, memories of my Uncle fucking me. I'm alright now." I shook my head and kissed his forehead; right on his lightning bolt scar created by my soon to be master. To my surprise his hands traveled to my neck and pulled me towards him. I was so stunned I didn't get the opportunity to move away before his chapped hot lips were pressed on mine. I didn't know bliss until I my lips met his. I tried to deepen the kiss by prodding my tongue out to meet his lips but he pulled away with a mix of fear and lust on his face. I stroked his face, accepting that he didn't want more. "Harry, why don't you come with me to meet my father? I am to meet him tonight and I would like you to come." What I didn't know was that I was to also meet the dark lord, and that Harry would no longer be mine."