A/N Well, here's the official first chapter. that other bit was just a tester. I hope you enjoy this. Lemmeknow what you think.

Disclaimer- I dont own Harry Potter, and sadly, never will. The plot is mine on the other hand so please dont steal it. just lemme know if you wantot do something with it on your own. Ciao Rigazzi!

Chapter 1- Stupid Bloody Tuesday

Harry wiped his brow with the hem of his shirt. He had been in the front yard doing yard work all day. The Dursleys wouldn't let him back into the house until it was done. Weed, mow the lawn, do the hedging, trim the bushes, water the flowers. So far he had completed the weeding, the bushed and watering the flowers. On to mowing the lawn. Oh joy. It was his favorite pastime. He was just waiting for Dudley and his gang of baboons to jump out of nowhere and throw things at him like that did the last time. He still had the scab above his eye from the rock that broke the skin there.

The rumble of the motor overtook Harry's senses. It echoed through the yard, bouncing off of the surrounding houses. Harry did not here the all familiar 'pop' as he began to push the mower along the edge of the grass. That's how his life had been for the past few months. Just following along the edge. The edge of what you ask? Even Harry didn't know. One minute he was okay, never happy or good, just okay; the next he was angry enough to kill, and sadly, it was always at his friends. His family didn't effect him anymore, yet his friends still did. Always with the 'are you okays' and the 'do you want to talk about its'. NO I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT! I don't even want to think about it!

Harry was nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He spun around to find himself face to face with Draco Malfoy. The boy looked shocked by the state Harry was in. Shabby clothes, scabbed over cuts on his face, dark, uncaring eyes. Not the Harry Potter he knew.

"Come on Potter, we've found a way to get Sirius back. Now move, we don't have much time."

"Oh that's rich, Malfoy. Just want to rub salt in the wounds don't you? Well fuck you," Harry spat, and continued to mow the lawn like nothing happened. Draco went after him, spinning him around again.

"I'm serious. We have to move. It we want this to work, we have to get started NOW!"

"Why the fuck should I believe you. If I do recall, it was a member of your family that killed him."

That last bit stung. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't even know that he and Sirius had been friends.

"Come on Potter, Professor Lupin and my mother have found a way to get him back. But we need your help."

"Again, tell me why I should believe you? TELL ME WHY! You have NEVER done anything that would possibly make my life a little better, why start now?!"

"I'M NOT DOING THIS FOR YOU! I'M DOING THIS FOR HIM!"

"AND WHY WOULD YOU?!"

"BECAUSE HE'S THE ONLY ONE I'VE KNOW THAT IT WAS OKAY TO BE MYSELF AROUND!"

Harry stumbled back. He had known Sirius. Sirius had known Malfoy. They had spent time together. He never knew. No one told him. They lied to him again. Sirius never told him. Tear began to pinch at his eyes, but he fought them back. He was NOT going to let Malfoy see him cry. No, I didn't cry when Sirius died, and I'm sure as hell not going to cry now. Draco could see the utter turmoil in the other boys eyes. The anger was gone, replaced with pain. Draco's attitude softened dramatically.

"Come on Potter, we need you in this," Draco said before pilling the other boy close and

apparating away.

A loud 'pop' drew the attention of the two adults that were sat in the library. The yelling that came next forced the two to go and see what all the commotion was about. Draco had his arms around a very irate Harry Potter. Who was currently screaming about being kidnapped. He was putting up a decent fight, though it was obvious that he really didn't give a hoot as to what happened to him. Only fighting out of habit. Draco just held on for the ride.

"LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"NO Potter. We need you for this!"

"Draco, why is he here?" Narcissa asked, honestly confused.

"OH SURE, LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW. YOUR GOING TO KILL ME JUST LIKE YOU KILLED SIRIUS!" Draco shook his head in wonder. How had the boy not ripped his throat apart

by al his screaming yet?

" I overheard you and Remus. We don't have enough power. Stop fighting you! And I thought that Potter would be more than willing to help. Good lord man! Will you STOP?!"

"How did you get him here? By the looks of it he doesn't want to be here." The sound of Remus' voice made Harry stop fighting. With one final gust of energy, he threw Draco off of him and reared towards Remus. Harry flung himself at the man, making him stumble backwards. The werewolf had a feeling this was going to happen, and just let Harry take all his aggression out. The young man pounded his fists into Remus' chest; not really wanting it to hurt.

"How COULD YOU?! He died for us and you do this! How could you go to THEM?" Harry proclaimed. After wearing himself out he stumped against Remus' chest in defeat.

"We want to bring him back Harry. Don't you want him back?" Remus asked while smoothing out the boy's hair.

"Why?! So he can just die on me again?!" So the truth comes out.

"He wont die on you again, Harry." Remus kneeled in front of him and looked into his eyes. "I wont let that happen again. I wouldn't be able to go through it either."

Harry was still shaking, but not with fury, more out of exhaustion. Remus explained that he originally didn't want Harry to know until he was back; in case it didn't work.

"Oh so you didn't even want my help then?" Harry snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, it's not that. I just didn't want you to get you hopes up, then have it not work. I didn't want to put you through more."

"Well, then how come Malfoy knows!"

"I think that's for him to explain. But now that you are here, will you help us?"

"I don't know. I don't think I'm strong enough either."

"Oh come on Potter," Draco sighed. "You are one of the strongest wizards I know. Of course you have enough power."

"No I don't. I cant even do crucio on a witch I want dead!"

"That's because you're not evil. Like me," Draco finished with a smirk.

"Draco, why don't you take Harry up to your room and explain to him why you know what you do. Remus and I will prepare a layout as to how we plan to do this to show you, Harry. Then you can make your decision." Harry nodded.

"Yes, I will owl Dumbledore as well to inform him that you are here," Remus said, giving Harry an apologetic look.

Before Harry could even open his mouth to start yelling, Draco silenced him.

"Look, I'll tell you everything you want to know, but let me finish my rant first."

"Why you…"

"No interruptions." Harry snapped his mouth shut. "Good. Now, I'll start at the beginning. My mother took me to him when I told her I didn't want to be my father. A good role model for me, you know? I saw him quite a bit over the summer last year. He wanted to tell you Harry, he really did. In fact his favorite topic of conversation was you. Always going on and on about how he was going to make you a home, with a real family. Dumbledore said that no one could know about me because it was to dangerous."

"Oh sure, you get to see MY godfather just for shit's a giggles, but when it comes to me NEEDING him its 'oh sorry Harry, but you'll just have to wait until this summer.'"

"Look, I know it was unfair, I questioned it a few times myself. He really wanted to tell you. I think Dumbledore threatened to cut you two off completely if he said anything…"

Harry was fuming.

"That bastard. I'll never trust him again!"

"Look, I don't trust him either, he's a manipulative old coot. But Sirius wanted to tell you so badly. Remus even almost slipped a few times too. They are trust worthy."

"I just don't like being kept in the dark. I'm always that last to find out anything…why are you being nice to me?" Harry said, suddenly looking confused.

"I promised Sirius I would try again with you. He said you needed a friend that would be completely honest with you. I told him I'd give it a shot," Draco finished with a shrug. "I always thought that you should be involved in this." He waved his hands in the air to add to his point.

Before Harry could retort, the door opened and Remus came in. He sat next to Harry on the bed and gently placed his hand on the young man's back.

"Harry, I should have told you everything. Sirius so desperately wanted to. I understand if you don't want to be involved in this. We will be dealing with dark magic."

"Look, I'm not mad at you. I just wish somebody told me sooner. And I'm not afraid of dark magic like everybody thinks. I'm rather good at is actually. But I wont make a final decision until I see what we are going to do."

"Very well…" Remus was trying to hide his smile. "It's all ready down stairs. We're ready when you are."

"Then lets go."

The four were standing around an oval table. It had diagrams and books that were open spread about the table. Harry had his hands flat against the table for support as Remus explained the details.

"When we merge out powers at the right moment, after the right incantation, the correct energies should react with the chemicals of the object, bringing him back."

"Okay, so your saying, that as long as the object has the same mass and substances, it should work."

"Correct."

"Then why isn't this done all the time?"

"Well there are time restraints, it has to be done within 2 years of the persons death. And this method was only unearthed within the past 5 years. And people see it as dark; they feel the dead should stay dead."

"Does the Ministry know about his?"

"Oh honestly Potter, always the noble Gryffindor," Malfoy said, rubbing his forehead.

"No, Malfoy, I was just wondering why I've never heard of it. I assume they don't know about it."

"When it was discovered, they dismissed it as dark and did no more research into it."

"Why is it so dark though. I understand it bringing dead people back, but honestly. It isn't that bad."

"It's dark because the object that is to be used muse be alive. Hence why no one but us is crazy enough to try this. If it doesn't work, the object still dies."

"And who are we going to get to do this. On one is willingly going to die for this."

"We know," Narcissa said, the Slytherin in her coming out.

"Then who and how?"

"My lovely sister who got Sirius into this situation in the first place…she has no say."

Harry looked up from the incantation star in front of him. Draco had never seen eyes filled with such malice. Maybe he was more Slytherin than he thought.

"Perfect. When do you begin?"