I'm terribly sorry for the delay, but schoolwork was just a pain in the arse. I'm still trying to get use to the extra work, and my mum is badgering me to help my brother in his math. But never mind. I'll still be updating and hopefully it'll be sooner.
Warnings: SLASH
Parings: DMHP
Notes: AU
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling.
Chapter: 1- Bumping into Him
"Promise me, love," a red-haired woman said, "promise me" she repeated.
Her child with tears running down his pale cheeks nodded at his distraughted mother. The woman nodded back and carefully pulled out a-
"POTTER!"
Harry groaned holding his head in his hands. "Get down here, you pathetic excuse of a mage!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked.
Pansy Parkinson the bane of Harry's existence was a white mage is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson. She's a pug-faced girl with shoulder length blond hair, light blue eyes and a disproportionate body and an abnormally high voice that could rival a banshee's, but her parents simply overlooked these mishaps, saying she's the most beautiful girl in the city. Unfortunately Harry could not point out any of the mishaps since the Parkinsons own the orphanage Harry currently resides in. Her parents often say she's and angel, others think she's a whore.
"POTTER!" she shrieked again.
Harry groaned again and rub the remaining traces of sleep from his eyes. He slipped off his dirty bed if you can consider it one. The Parkinsons let him live in their orphanage but in return is treated like a slave. He was force to sleep on a small cot in the attic while the other orphans in small dirty gray-walled rooms.
Remembering that he was called he threw on a shabby set of robes, and trudged his way down to Lady Pansy.
"Yes miss?" Harry asked sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Harry was rarely a sarcastic prat, on the contrary he was a kind-hearted red mage with shoulder length black hair, big vivid green eyes shielded with wire framed glasses and because of mal-nutrition he developed a short stature and an effeminate frame. He was often mistaken as a female. He wore old worn-out robes made from the cheapest cloths around.
"Go and buy us some bread. We're all out of it and an important guess is expected. You better not mess this up for mummy and daddy!" she threatened.
"Yes miss" said Harry "you stupid bitch!" he added under his breath. Pansy meanwhile was too busy fussing on what to wear for this evening, to hear Harry.
Harry grabbed the basket and the money from the kitchen table and walked out the door, heading north. Orona wasn't really a big town, actually it was quite small. So, almost everyone knows everybody else. There was a small square in the middle of the town where the town's folk people gather when festivities are celebrated. In the middle of the square there was a statue of a phoenix head held high, wings spread apart. West of the square was where the seamstress Madame Malkin works and next to it was WWW, the Weasley twins' toy shop. East of the square was where Harry lived, "The Parkinson's Orphanage" it was a huge brick red building with a big sign hanging from the front door. The north side was dedicated to meat, vegetables and foods. There was a bakery, a butcher and a fruits and vegetable stand. The south side of the square was where the town entrance was found and beside the entrance was where the houses were lined up.
Harry headed to the baker's at north meeting several people on his way.
"Hi Gin!" he greeted a small red-head. The little girl, Virginia Weasley of Ginny beamed at him and greeted back, "Hi!"
She was the only female Weasley aside from Molly who was her mother. She was Ron Weasley's baby sister. Ron was one of Harry's best friends. Ron had Ginny and five other older brothers, two were living with him, Ginny and their parents and the other three were working in another town.
Harry also bumped into Sir Nicolas, a traveling knight.
"Hello, Sir Nicolas" he greeted.
"Hello young Harry" the noble man greeted.
Harry ran into many others like Seamus, Dean and Hermione, more of his friends, on his way to the bakery. It was quite obvious he was loved by the villagers.
Went he reached the intersection, he saw a huge crowd in the middle. 'A messenger from the castle!' he thought excitedly. Indeed, it was someone from the castle. The man was dress in the finest satin in the kingdom he was carrying a large scroll. He unrolled the piece of parchment and read in a loud, deep voice…
To the people of Orona,
Be informed that the prince, Draconis Lucius Alexander Malfoy, chief dark mage, son if Lord Lucius Fabian Malfoy is of now 19 and ready to choose a mate. We the council of Latonia inform you all that the prince will be visiting your town for two proposes, to check on the order and to find his mate. All people from the varying ages of 16 to 20, male of female, please be ready and dress well.
The Council of Latonia
Harry went in the shop; the bell attached to the door rang as he entered. The baker was a short, plump woman with rosy cheeks and a fiery-head. She's Molly Weasley, the person that saved Harry when he first appeared out of no where. Since Mrs. Weasley was a white(mage) and Arthur Weasley was a black, their children were of different kinds. Ron, the twins, Charlie and Bill were black while both Percy and Ginny were white.
"Harry dear so nice to see you again" she greeted the youth.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley" Harry smiled.
"Are you here for some bread or you looking for Ron?" the plump mage asked.
"Bread, the Parkinsons are expecting someone important, or so I heard." he told her.
"Well c'mon then" she led Harry to the storage room where she kept most of the bread. "Harry dear you should eat a bit more, you're all skin and bones" she commented. She treated Harry like her own son, always worried about him.
"I wish I could but the orphanage said they couldn't afford anymore." Harry sighed. Molly nodded sadly. The two chatted for a while until Harry checked the time where he jumped and knocked the bread of the table. He apologized and bid Mrs. Weasley goodbye.
He ran through the streets not looking where he was headed, apologizing if he hit someone. One more turn and he there, back to the god forsaken place, but before that…
CRASH!!!
He fell and all he could see was a strong, hard chest.
Someone was on top of him!
He was late, the bread was on the floor, and someone was on top of him!
The guy stood up a held out a hand; Harry took it and began to gather the paper covered bread from the floor. He looked up to see who the stranger was but what he saw made his breath caught. The man was very tall, about 6"1, he had silvery-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes and a well muscled body.
"Thank you" Harry told that man.
The two just stared at each other for a while until…
"HARRY!"
The two stared at where the shout came from.
Pansy Parkinson was shouting for Harry to return. Harry thank the stranger and gave him a quick apology and ran back to the orphanage.
meanwhile…
"Prince Draco!" Crabbe, a guard, shouted with relief.
The man looked at the tired guard and his equally tired partner.
"Please sire, please don't run from us again. Master Snape would behead us if he would find out." Goyle pleaded.
The stranger Draco took nodded to his guards and quickly looked at the corner. He caught the retreating backs of two figures.
'That boy, Harry… he intrigues me…' and with that thought in mind he went back checking the Orona.
Done!
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