I would like to say thank you to my two new readers. The future Mrs Ja rule and Serena. Thank you for having the patience to stop in and read. I hope that you enjoy this and future chapters.
Another thing, I have not had time to get this read by my assistants. So there may be a point were some of it (or all of it, depending on how badly it gets criticized) will be changed.
Disclaimer: As I said before, I think these things are pointless. Cause if I was J.K.Rowling I would not be on a "fan fiction" site, I would be out writing the sixth book, and making millions. (I also would be finding someway to bring Harry and Draco to life, and make them do…um maybe that's better left unsaid.) But no I am not her (sadly) and I do not have millions of dollars (again…sadly). So suing me for any amount of money would be pointless, cause at this time I don't even own my own computer.
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If you haven't gotten the picture, this story contains slash (male/male relationships) so don't read if you don't like.
Other than that, read on my fellow HD lovers.
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Draco cried inwardly as he saw Harry and Dumbledore leave the hall. He had meant to give Harry a smile when he looked over, but it had come out all wrong, and turned out to be one of the patented Malfoy sneer.
Draco wanted to jump up and run after Harry, but he knew that it would only raise suspicions with his mother and the other teachers. So he continued to eat his breakfast in silence.
Once he was finished, Draco decided to take a long walk in the castle. He needed some time to think by himself, and time to clear his head.
Leaving the Great Hall, Draco turned in the direction of the Gryffindor towers. He didn't know why, but he had a sudden urge to see the Golden Boy.
Once he finally got to the towers, he realized how futile it had been to even try to come up. He didn't know the password, and he hadn't seen Harry during the entire walk up to the portrait.
The fat women looked down at him menacingly. "You don't look like a Gryffindor." he stated bluntly. "In fact, you look a lot like one nasty Slytherin that I know of."
Draco felt very affronted by this. How could she talk to him like that. "I will have you know that I am Draco Malfoy, one of the most powerful young wizards since the creation of this school."
The fat lady snorted. "I know who you are. That doesn't change the fact that you are a slimy nasty Slytherin."
Draco snorted indigently, deciding he had wasted to much of his time on this picture women. And stalked off into the castle.
As Draco walked, he began to once again think about Harry. He wished that he had been able to actually smile at Harry at breakfast. He wished that Harry would have at least said hello to him.
Draco began to realize that he was getting lost, but he stopped caring where he was going, he had more to think about.
I hope that Harry and I actually have something, but what if he is just pretending, maybe he placed a spell on me to make me have that dream. I mean I still don't know how I got to Harry's bedroom.
Though Draco wouldn't admit it to anyone, he knew how he had got to Harry's house. During that night he had started dreaming of that raven-haired boy. And in his dream he had needed to apparate to get to Harry. So without hesitation, he had apparated in his dream.
Draco knew that his father had told him that using spells in dreams was damaging to a wizard, since normally the spell will happen outside of the dream as well, but he had wanted to be close to Harry so badly, he had to try.
Draco sighed, I wish I had some way of telling Harry I liked him, and if he didn't respond well, I could take it back… I mean I bet Harry isn't even into men.
All of a sudden Draco stopped cold. He could have sworn he had just seen someone standing over him, in the mirror he had just passed.
Pulling his wand from his pocket, he turned around quickly, aiming the wand down the hall. But it was just as empty as when he had started down it.
Stepping slowly back to the mirror, he stared into it. The only person he saw was himse…
Wait! There it was again!
Draco whirled around, wand aimed once again at empty air. Draco finally pocketed his wand, and approached the mirror cautiously.
Placing a hand on the mirror, he felt it bend and flex beneath his fingers. Pulling his hand back quickly, he watched as the mirror returned to its normal reflective state it had been before. Draco reached a tentative finger forward, and pressed against the 'glass' again.
This time he received a surprise he had not expected. The glass turned to some form of liquid, and Draco found himself being sucked into the mirror.
He was barely able to force a scream from his lips, before the 'glass' completely swallowed him.
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Now normally, since I love great cliff hangers, I would leave it there, making you wonder if he was going to be ok, but I feel that the chapter would be to short, and that I couldn't stop myself from continuing. So here's some more.
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Draco awoke to find himself staring up at the stone ceiling of the hospital wing. His head throbbed immensely, and his vision was extremely blurry.
Suddenly he felt a hand run across his arm, "Draco?" Wait. He knew that voice, it was Harry, "Draco, are you awake?" Why did Harry sound like he actually cared? Why would scar-head care about the ferret?
Draco turned his head slightly, trying for all his might to see past whatever was blurring his eyes. "Harry? Whe-Wha--"
Draco felt a finger placed upon his lips, then Harry's soft voice, "Not now, you need your rest." Draco could hear the rustling of the chair that Harry had been seated in, as Harry left his side to find Madame Pomfrey.
Soon he heard the rustling of the old nurse's skirt. "Now now Master Malfoy, you need your rest." He heard a bottle being uncorked, and the smooth rim of the glass was placed against his lips. "This should help you."
Draco drank it down slowly, wondering silently if the old hag was poisoning him. But before he could say anything, the darkness once again enshrouded him, and he found himself in a dreamless sleep.
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Draco awoke to find himself in a room, that seemed to have no beginning and no end. All he could see was the blackness around him.
This isn't right…Draco thought to himself, It was supposed to be a dreamless sleep potion. What am I doing dreaming.
Suddenly a figure broke through the darkness. A tall brunet man walked toward Draco. God I hope this isn't like the dream I had after my first muggle movie. Though Malfoy's didn't scare easy, seeing Dawn of the Dead had made Draco have nightmares for three nights straight.
Even seeing movies was out of the question. But one of his older uncles, seemed to have a strange fascination with muggle movies. His uncle said it was because they had so much truth, that they had to have been written by a wizard.
Even though Draco knew that sometimes, on rare occasions, the dead did walk, they were only specters and they didn't want to kill everyone. His nightmares had been the worst ever, after seeing the movie.
So now staring at a man in a silhouette of darkness, made Draco wish to be anywhere but here.
"You must be Draco Malfoy." The man said. "You have your fathers blonde hair."
Draco was slightly taken aback. Never had he had a bad dream try to converse with him, and never had anyone told him his hair looked like his fathers.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Draco stated indignantly.
"Oh now don't be offended," Said the man, "I meant it as a compliment."
"Oh I highly doubt that."
"And why?"
"Because anyone who truly knows my father knows he is a cold heartless bastard."
The man tilted his head slightly, giving Draco an unbreakable stare. "Well you know he wasn't always that way."
Draco was suddenly so confused why did this stranger want to tell Draco that the man that had tried to kill him for sixteen years, wasn't the asshole that Draco had come to hate and despise?
"He was once a person who cared for others, and cared for his fellow students."
Suddenly the darkness around them vanished, and Draco found himself standing on a grassy him, accompanied by a blonde boy reading a book.
Draco walked up to him, "Um, can you tell me where I am?"
The person ignored him, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that Draco was speaking to him. This of course only made Draco extremely angered.
"I am speaking to you sir!" Draco said, reaching down to grasp the boy, only to fall on his face as his hand passed through the man's shoulder.
"Eek!" was all that Draco could manage before he found himself eating a face full of grass.
Draco quickly pushed himself up from the ground, brushing off his clothes. Suddenly the man appeared behind Draco. "You can't interact with them. This is only a memory."
Draco looked around him, puzzled. Everything seemed so real, he could swear he could even hear the birds chirping in the trees above him.
All of a sudden he heard shouts, as a group of four boys, clad in red, probably right of the quidditch field, headed toward the blonde.
"Hey Malfoy!" hollered one of the boys. "We been looking all over for you."
By the look on the boys face, Draco was pretty sure that the weren't here on a social call. But the blonde behind him didn't seem worried, he simply rose to his feet, facing the boys calmly.
The group of boys reached the blonde, and immediately shoved him to the ground. The next one pulled out his wand and put the blonde in a full body bind.
The third boy laughed shortly. "Its gonna look strange when the teachers find you hanging from the flag pole Lucius."
Draco just about died on the spot. The bastard that had tortured him all his life, had been picked on at Hogwarts. He had simply submitted himself to the torture of these Gryffindors. What kind of Slytherin would have simply allowed himself to be demoralized like that?
The man standing next to Draco waved his arm across the area, making it vanish. "That was not one of my better moments." He said softly.
Draco was almost to stunned to speak, but finally realized what was happening, and rounded on the guy. "How could you pick on my dad like that?!? Your probably the reason that he went evil!!"
The man just shook his head. "You shouldn't judge things based on the first thing you see."
Suddenly a new scene appeared in front of Draco. He knew this place, it was Snape's dungeon. The potion's classroom had always been a 'safe-haven' for all Slytherins, so Draco knew it well.
Once again he saw only one person there, the same blonde boy as before. Walking over to him, he saw that once again his father was reading a book. Only this one was entitled, 'Dark Spells of Yesterday and Today.'
Suddenly the door to the dungeon burst open, and only one of the Gryffindors from the group, entered the room. "Hey Luke!"
Once again Draco just about dropped dead. He had never, in all his years of living with his father, heard anyone call his father Luke, not even his close relatives.
The Gryffindor walked up behind Lucius and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "So how's my favorite little snake." The boy nuzzled his face into Lucius's shoulder, "I'm sorry about my friends, I-"
But he was quickly interrupted when Lucius turned and planted a kiss on his lips. "Its ok. As long as I have my mighty lion here with me, I will be ok." Putting the book down, Lucius turned around, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor, snogging the life out of him.
Suddenly the place where Draco was standing, changed to find himself watching the scene from behind another Gryffindor, who was now hiding behind the door to Snape's office (though Draco was pretty sure that a different professor was now lodged there).
"I knew it!" Said the boy crouching behind the door. "He is betraying us for that nasty Slytherin."
The place once again vanished, returning Draco and the man to the vast darkness. "That night I confronted James about his relationship with Lucius."
Draco's jaw about hit the ground. "James? As in James Potter? As in Harry's dad?"
The man nodded. "Yes, I never understood what he saw in the slimy Slytherin."
"But we have one more memory to visit, before this is done."
The area around them changed again. It was a long corridor in one of the many halls of the Hogwarts castle. His father was there, and the four Gryffindors as well.
His father looked like he was about to die. "Come on James! Don't do this to you and me!" There was a pleading in his fathers voice that he had never heard before, something that his father would now have considered weakness.
Draco followed his father's gaze, landing on the boy named James Potter. Draco was quite surprised to see how much Harry looked like his father. He would have to remember to tell him that.
James wasn't even looking at Lucius. His gaze was held steadily to the floor. "I'm sorry Malfoy." The words came from James' lips so softly, they could barely be heard by the people standing right next to him.
Suddenly another one of the boys piped up, the one he figured to be the younger version of the man now standing next to him. "Yeah see Malfoy! You are nothing! You are the scum of the earth! Now bug off."
Draco looked back at his dad, and saw a pain that he had never seen in anyone before. "So that's it!?!" Draco could see tears begin to escape his fathers eyes, splashing down on his robes. "You're just going to throw away everything I ever did for you? You're just going to go to bed, and wake up tomorrow and pretend there never was anything?"
James turned away, and the boy stepped in front of him. "There never was anything Malfoy! You got that! You mention anything about you and James and you will live to regret it!"
The group of Gryffindors turned walking away. "Lion don't leave me!"
The group stopped, and James turned to face Lucius. Lucius once again began to plead like he never had before. "Don't make me loose my mighty lion!"
With that, the other three boys rounded on him, all three shouting different charms at the same time. Causing Lucius to immediately, change to the color green, make his eyes bug out of his head, and make his legs turn to rubber.
The other three boys began to laugh, as Lucius collapsed in a pile on the floor. They turned quickly, leaving the corridor.
The memory vanished, leaving a very quiet man, and a Draco near to tears. "But…I don't understand. Why did James just leave my dad like that?"
"I guess that would be my doing," The man said. "This is from First Year. Somehow James and Lucius became instant friends, even though they had nothing in common. And even though James tried to get us to like him, we just couldn't.
"So I found out that James and Lucius made an agreement, if Lucius would just submit to the occasional ribbing from our group, then James would continue to be friends with him.
"Well as you can guess this didn't sit well with me. So I forced James to break it off
"I heard that later that night, Lucius went and fucked some girl senseless, don't remember her name though. I think it started with a N, all I can remember is that he stayed with her.
"After that, our group went back to normal, and James started dating Lily. She was the kind of girl he needed."
Draco was completely in shock. His dad had been gay… The man that had threatened Draco for not getting good grades, for not dating more girls, for getting lesser scores on the tests than that mud-blood, had been a freaking man lover.
Slowly the rest of what the man had said began to sink in. "So is it your fault that he went bad?"
The man shook his head. "A few years later, Lucius made a most unfortunate acquaintance. His name was Tom Riddle.
"Tom somehow found out about what James and Lucius had done. And he used it to his advantage.
"Tom told Lucius that if he always stayed loyal to the cause, that he would be avenged for what happened to him that night."
Draco nodded slowly, "Well I guess he got his wish. James is dead…"
The man walked in front of Draco, "There's something else I want you to see."
The area around them vanished, and Draco found himself in the hospital wing, standing over his own body.
Draco, if it was even possible, paled even more. "A - am I - I mean-"
The man laughed softly. "No, Draco you are not dead. If you were then I wouldn't be talking to you." The man turned, pointing to a person lying on the end of Draco's bed. "That is what I want you to see."
Walking around the table, Draco realized that the man was referring to the sleeping Harry, that was now sleeping on the end of his bed.
Draco didn't understand, why would this man care. "There's nothing wrong with that. Personally I like the thought of Harry being close to me."
The man shook his head. "That's the problem. I see the same thing that happened between Lucius and James, happening between you and Harry. Only this time it took five years for the two of you to come to grips with your feelings.
"I only worry about one thing, what is going to happen when the rest of the Gryffindors return from holiday? Do you think they would just accept you and Harry being together."
Draco looked down at the sleeping form of the one boy who he had always wanted, and now seemed so untouchable. "But Harry would stay by me, no matter what." Draco reached down, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I know he would."
The man shook his head. "I bet that is the same thing your father said about James."
Draco shook his head. "No! We would be different!"
The man walked over and placed his hand on Draco's shoulder. "I'm not telling you this to discourage you. Only to warn you. If you are going to go after your hearts desire, then expect that you will have opposition."
Draco nodded, then suddenly a thought popped into Draco's head, that he felt he should have asked much sooner. Turning to the man he said, "Wait, why do you care so much about what happens to Harry?"
The man smiled at Draco. "Well that's easy… I'm his god-father…
…I'm Sirius Black"
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Well there you go. This chapter is totally because I don't believe that Sirius is dead, and that I don't believe that Lucius was born a cold hearted killer.
Also it was a good way to make things look good, and I plan to tie that into the story later on, you know, history is bound to repeat itself. :-p
Alright, so now that you have read, please review, let me know how it is.
Thankys!!!
Runs off into the blackness
