Title: Chaos of Tomorrow
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: The wizardry world is living chaos of their unknown expose, Harry is having weird feelings, Voldemort is looking for a weapon, and Draco is not entirely human. Lots of mysteries answered! Slash! half AU!
Rating: PG-13
Category: Action/Adventure/ Sci-Fi
Status: UNBETAED( willing to help? e-mail me )
Chapter Two: Vulnerable and Hopeless
He rested his cheek at the palm of his hand while he pressed his elbows on the table. This definitely was not like Hogwarts. He poked on his breakfast while he thought on the events occurred. It had been one week after he was taken from the Dursley's house and forced him to assist this military school. This was not the only reason why Harry was in a down mood, it was the fact he wasn't allowed to keep a single thing.
All his books, clothes, magical instruments and even his photo albums were confiscated from him. He, like a stupid idiot, begged pathetically to let him keep at least his parents album but they all laughed at him. They dragged the damn trunk out and to who knows where, that really made his blood boil for three days.
Not to add, he was the only one from his year at Hogwarts to be there. He had encounter few Hogwarts students, some he only had see walking around the corridors but never knew them. Most of them were second years and third years but there was no sign of Ron of Hermione anywhere.
Harry of course, never left the Dursley's house, so therefore he hadn't see Ron and Hermione since their departure from last year. He hoped he would meet then on Diagon Alley but Dumbledore notify him Diagon Alley was now restricted and only older wizard can go to such place so that left all the student with no books and just lectures for the next year. But the next year never came...
"You have five minutes to finish!" the fat lady over the kitchen counters drawled.
Harry sighed and tried to chew down the cold non-tasting egg and the horribly sausage. He thought they would be lent new clothes since they weren't allowed to bring something of their possession but damn, a camouflage military suit for everyday? He rather assists the public Muggle he was to on his eleven year.
The lady over the counter shouted at them to hurry up and dispose their tray while a young scowling man on his twenties rather pushed them out of the Dinning Hall and out into the Sunny hot grounds. Before stepping out Harry looked over his reflection over the window, seeing his surname Potter written on his right chest pocket and his now messy but shorter black hair sticking out from his camouflage hat.
"Move!"
Harry had learned over the last days, never to defy your Sargent and his orders. Doing so you can easily end up in detention and as a punishment you'll have to pass more work than the rest over the training ground.
The training grounds were an arid earthy place with lots of weird wooden structures, objects and dangerous things to challenge and achieve. No wonder why soldier were so broad and stronger; Harry even wonder if Auror have to pass for the same thing.
"Straight up!" The old grumpy strict man shouted.
Harry and the rest nine boys did so completely waiting for their next command. That is when a voice broke through catching everyone's attention and forcing some to look at the source.
"Here it is sir, the last boy," the slim petite woman in a formal suit said while shoving the boy ahead.
"How dare you touch me you filthy little Mudblood!" the boy drawled. That voice was vaguely familiar to Harry.
Harry turned, and his thoughts were true. The boy was as pale as always with white blonde short hair and steeling glaring silver eyes. He had the same outfit as him, holding his hat on his hand angrily and the surname Malfoy spelling on his right pocket chest.
"Watch your mouth! All of you to the floor! I want a hundred push up!" They all hurried down to the floor and start counting silently. While doing them Harry notice Malfoy had not gotten down and was staring incredulously at the Sargent.
The Sargent also noticed him and glared at him, "I'm definitely am not sinking so slow as to worship your orders."
For a split second Harry saw how the Sargent turn red and yanked Malfoy from his forearm and shoved him down to the floor. The blonde hit the floor hard coughing up dirt. Harry watched with the others, how the Sargent picked up a dirty heavy bag and dropped it on the blonde's back.
The blonde, who was struggling to get up, fell back instantly when the bag hit his back. "Bloody hell! How do you expect me to move with this bloody thing on my back!" The blonde exclaimed incredulously. Harry found the scene rather amusing
"I don't see a problem."
"Problem? Then why they don't have the bag over their backs, that the bloody problem!" he snarled.
"They seem to watch their words around Mr. Malfoy, something you still need to learn."
"You-" Draco started to say but the Sargent noticed the silence around and turned around.
"What all of you staring at? Get back to your training!"
Minutes later Harry found himself hogging almost three entire miles around the training ground. Every now and then Harry would peer through the ground to watch the blonde still struggling to get the hundred push ups finish while the Sargent screaming at him.
Malfoy looked around while trying to finish the push up and noticed a familiar black messy hair, and four eyed boy, a boy he liked to taunt and tease since his eleven years running along with the rest boys the 3 miles around the ground. His mind only processed two words...
Oh
Shit
Hours later as they were done, Harry looked at the blonde, who was now forced to do the rest of their training with the same bag over his back. For the first time, Harry felt a bit of pity towards the blonde. If only he watched his mouth.
They continued their normal day of short period of classes and hours or training. At the end of the day Harry was exhausted hitting the beds after the showers. He heard the room cleaner lady saying about him sharing his room with a roommate. The Sargent got this idea along with the Commanders to shortened the rooms and place roommates. It was the reason why Harry was trying not to fall asleep.
Beside his bed was a night table dividing both of their beds with simple bed clothes; his roommate's bed was beside the window showing the training grounds. The shower door was at the far right of the room near where he keeps his military uniforms.
The knob turned slowly and a figure limping step in, shoving the door close behind him. Harry stared shocked at all the bruises, cut lips and sore eye that cover the once beauty of Draco Malfoy. Draco noticed the raven boy looking at him; his heart stopped at the process. He could make out the hidden scar and the luminous green eyes behind the round glasses.
"No way," Draco whispered, "Not you of all people!"
"Yes roommates." Draco look completely pissed off. He did not share another word to the raven boy as he made his way to the showers.
"If only mother had let me curse them with father's spell none of this would had happened, let along sharing a room with bloody Potter on a bloody Muggle military school!" he heard Draco whispered before closing the door.
Silence overcame Harry. He felt so bad for the blonde's punishment that morning yet he couldn't understand why. Draco is his enemy, his nemesis, why he would feel bad for him? He deserved it for not watching his mouth...did he? Maybe Harry's thoughts and hates towards the blonde might becoming confused by the fact, both are living the same thing:
Dragged away from their magical world.
Minutes later, Harry heard the bathroom door open and he hastily cover himself with the bedclothes faking he's asleep as the blonde mess his wet hair and gaze at his bed. Harry thought he might shiver under his gaze.
"So much for a live, Potter," he whispered, "Both rich and famous, under the Muggle's command."
Draco threw the covers over his body and turn off the lights. Harry narrowed his eyes sadly at the darkness...
'You're right Draco, so much for a live...'
TBC...
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