The Tale of an Unknown Hero

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own this. Well I don't, unless I'm really J.K. Rowling in disguise. Now how many books did she say she'd write? 7, that's right, not counting those books for charity. Please don't sue me, I'm not worth much.

Chapter1: We've Found Him

Our story begins at the Dursley's house where Dudley and Harry are discussing their summer plans.

"Hey Duds remember when you used to beat me up?" asks Harry

"Yeah," muses Dudley, "You were such a weakling what happened?"

"Girls happened."

"America sure did wonders for you. I bet you could take me now."

"I already have, numerous times."

"You couldn't at Christmas."

"That's because you had trained a lot."

"You're right and it paid off didn't it?" Dudley states, kissing his bicep. Ever since Harry had started working out he and Harry had started to actually like and respect each other. He'd also had to work harder to remain stronger than Harry but it was always a struggle.

"Yes it did, by the way where is Emma?"

"We've broken up," he said, broken heartedly

"Oh, Duds I'm sorry. You were, too, good for her anyway"

"Thanks, Harry, but I highly doubt it, she cheated on me."

"Shit, that bitch, how could she?"

"I'm not sure so how bout we go out to a club?"

"Vicky will kill me."

"Oh, come on Harry."

"Fine that means twice as many girls for you though, can you handle it?"

"Of course, what do you think I am 12?"

"No, of course not," Harry said sarcastically

"I should sock you for that."

"I'd like to see you try," Harry yelled and ran out to the backyard. Dudley ran after him following close behind and soon they were on the ground dukeing it out.

When they were done and thoroughly tired and bruised they retreated to the house only to be stopped by Petunia.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"Going in the house," Harry half questioned

"I don't think so you two are a mess," she stated primly

"Don't worry I'll take care of this," Dudley whispered as he pushed Harry aside to face his mother face to face, "Mother."

"Yes, Dudykins"

"Harry and I are very tired and the only way we can get cleaned up is to come inside."

"That's not the only way," she said and pointed to the hose.

Dudley frowned and resorted to his old reliable. "But Mummy, I've got an ouchy," he said it his most babyish voice. Harry knew Dudley would get his way but Harry would be stuck with washing with the hose and changing in the shed. His aunt may have accepted him but Dudley was still her little baby.

"Oh, my poor baby, here come with Mummy," Petunia cooed, leading Dudley into the house.

"Um, Aunt Petunia, what about me?" asked Harry

"Oh, I'll bring out some clothes for you in a minute," she said, waving a hand to him briefly in acknowledgment.

Harry went over to the hose stripped off his shirt and went about cleaning himself the best he could. He completely ignored the looks he was getting from the many girls that passed by but couldn't ignore the look he was getting from a boy who had just stopped in his tracks when he saw him. This boy had a strange look to him, not that he was ugly on the contrary he was quite beautiful. He just seemed weird and Harry was automatically drawn to talk to him.

"Harry, what are you doing?" asked Victoria, bringing Harry out of his trance like state.

"Oh, hi, Vicky," he said sheepishly

"Hello, to you, too, Harry. But once again I must ask, what are you doing?"

"Washing off"

"Ah, I see but why out here?"

"Dudley and I were fighting and Aunt Petunia didn't want the house to get dirty."

"Harry Potter, how dare you! Fighting is wrong and where is your cousin?"

"Inside"

"Ah, pulled the baby trick did he?" Victoria asked, as Harry slowly shook his head yes. "Well it serves you right."

"Harry, here are your clothes," said Petunia

"Thank you," said Harry

"Hello, Aunt Petunia. How are you?" Victoria asked in her cheeriest voice.

"Oh, hello, Victoria," said Petunia. She didn't like Harry's girlfriend but acted civil for his sake. Her eyes darted around for a few moments like they were searching for something but couldn't find it.

Harry looked back across the road where the boy had been standing but he was gone.

"Well, hurry up Harry," said Victoria, shoving him along.

Harry went back towards and into the shed. It was dusty and reminded him of the small closet under the stairs he'd long out grown. He hated thinking back on those times, when his aunt, uncle, and cousin treated him like dirt. Harry knew it had been a learned behavior for Dudley but it still saddened him. America had ended all that, while there he put on weight and was taught how to fight. Those skills helped him gain Dudley's respect and eventually his aunt and uncle's. They saw how he'd grown up and also in some ways grown less like his parents. He wore contacts and found a way of controlling his hair although now it was as messy as it had ever been.

"Harry, will you hurry up?" yelled Victoria through the door.

"Sure," said Harry pulling on his pants and then his shirt

When he walked out he gave Victoria a chaste kiss on the lips. Victoria deepened it to the extent to where Harry wasn't sure he'd ever breath again.

"Harry's got a girlfriend," Dudley shouted. Victoria pulled away and Harry mentally thanked him.

"Well, Duds at least I have one," Harry joked, hoping not the hurt Dudley's feelings.

"Why would I want a girlfriend when I can have ten?"

"I'm not sure, Duds," Harry said. Victoria hit him for that remark.

"Are we still going clubbing tonight?" asked Dudley

"Sure can Vicky come?"

"I guess so."

"Oh, Harry you know I don't like you going out to clubs," said Victoria

"Yes but this is for Duds," Harry explained

"Fine but I'm not going with you," said Victoria, "I'll see you later." She kissed him and headed back to her car.

When he was sure Victoria was out of earshot, though he didn't care if she was, Dudley said, "I really don't like that girl, Harry."

"I know you don't but she has done so much for me," said Harry

"And I haven't?"

"Duds, I never said that."

"I know but I'm your cousin and you should trust my opinion."

"I do."

"Right," Dudley said sarcastically.

They got ready and as they left the house Harry glanced across the street. The boy wasn't there but there was a car with a rather beat-up man inside it.

"What are you looking for?" asked Dudley.

"Nothing, there was just a strange boy over there earlier."

"What kind of strange boy?"

"I don't know I got a strange feeling from him. I mean he just stood there and stared at me and then all of a sudden he was gone."

"That is weird, when'd he disappear?"

"Right after Vicky came."

"It probably was some poof then."

"Yeah, I guess you right."

They rode to the club, a place called Sealed Lips, in total silence. Harry had a bad, foreboding feeling about tonight but tried to ignore it. Dudley could tell that something was bothering Harry and was hoping that them going out would help. Dudley was trying everything in his power to help him, he made sure Harry looked his best, and lent him his favorite cologne, but still Harry seemed sad.

They pulled up to the club, got out of their car, flashed their ids, and went in. Harry automatically went to the bar, he always said he hated to dance and it took a lot to get him on the dance floor. Luckily, Dudley was a lot and was determined to get Harry out there.

"You know you really should dance," he said to Harry.

"I don't like to dance," said Harry

"But you're so good at it and there are some really cute girls here."

"And I've got a girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend is a snooty, overbearing, bitch."

"Thank you so much for that insightful comment," Harry said in his most sarcastic voice.

"Get out there now," commanded Dudley pulling Harry by the arm out onto the dance floor.

"Fine, I'm out here, happy?"

"I won't be happy till you are having a good time, now dance."

Harry wasn't about to fight Dudley over something as silly as this so he danced and danced and was constantly turning down girl after girl. After about an hour Harry felt a slight tap on his shoulder he turned around ready to turn down yet another girl only to be standing face to face with that boy from across the street. To say the least Harry was surprised.

"Hello," the boy drawled

"Hello," sad Harry carefully

The boy's silver eyes looked up at Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar before looking him in the eye again and saying, "Well, if it isn't Harry Potter."

Harry thought quickly trying to remember if this boy could have heard his name that afternoon. 'Yes,' Harry thought, 'He could have, Vicky, did say my name this afternoon.'

"And you are," Harry drawled in a perfect imitation of the other boy.

"Draco Malfoy, of course"

"Never heard of you, sorry," said Harry, though he really wasn't.

"Really? Surprising. You've never heard of any of the Malfoys?"

"No, should I of?"

"You should of but guess the rumors are true."

"And what rumors would those be?"

"That no one really does know where you are, well, until now."

"Yeah and you are definitely nuts, now, um, bye Draco," said Harry as he turned and walked away.

"Wait," said Draco as he put a strong hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry lifted it off and dropped it.

"Don't you ever touch me again," growled Harry

Dudley looked over to check on Harry and watched the seen unfold. He didn't like the look on Harry's face, he knew that look and anytime Harry got it something bad would happen. He excused himself from the group of girls he was dancing with and went to Harry's side.

"Everything alright over here?" he asked Harry

"Ya, sure, can we just get out of here?" Harry asked

"Sure, let me just tell those girls and we'll leave right after."

Harry nodded and followed Dudley. Draco unsure of what to do just stood there, he had felt the power shift in the room and knew that even though Harry probably didn't have any training was very powerful all the same. He decided to catch them in the parking lot with the help of a few other Deatheaters.

"Harry who was that guy?" asked Dudley

"That was the boy from across the street," Harry explained

"You're right he is weird."

"Yeah and he acted like I should know him."

"Really?"

"Ya but maybe he is like a singer or something I don't know about."

"Maybe but I don't think so. What's his name?"

"Draco Malfoy"

Recognition sparked in Dudley's brain and Harry could see it. He gave Dudley a questioning look.

"His last name, I recognize it."

"Really, are you sure it is not just from a French lesson?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I saw it once in this really old book and when I looked it up it was only mentioned in one other book, a children's fairytale book, which was also very old."

"Well, what did it say?" Harry prodded they had completely stopped in the center of the dance floor.

"Well, first was like a sales receipt like for slaves and it had really weird words on it like mudblood and muggle. The second like I said was a children's book and it said the Malfoy's were a wizarding family and that they were saving the world from the mudbloods and muggles who were destroying our existence and said that we should all grow up to be just like them."

"That's weird," said Harry

"Yep, any idea what a mudblood or a muggle is?"

"No, maybe it is like code for blacks and stuff."

"Maybe but it was all happening in France."

"And you don't think that there were slaves in France?"

"I guess you're right but lets be on the guard until we get home, ok?"

"Yeah, that is probably for the best," said Harry, "Infact lets take the back way out, ok?"

"Sure"

They said goodbye to Dudley's girls and one even gave him her number, then went out the back way and got in their car. As they drove away they saw Draco and the beat-up man from across the street. Harry mentioned this to Dudley and Dudley started to get a worried look on his face.