Title: Escape
Author: ichie-chan
Summary: HBP Spoilers! Harry and the others go back to Hogwarts for their seventh year. Draco is there also, but something is different...Harry learns some new secrets about his parents past, and who are these strangers that seem to know Draco? AU
Warnings: Yaoi, M/M, M/M/F, Mpreg, M/F, OMCs
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Julio/Arasagi, Andrew/Antonio, Andrew/Antonio/Arasagi, Saiki/Tanaka (All characters in front are dominates)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of it's charcters belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, but not my first fanfic, I have written other stories on another name. I hope you guys enjoy this because I have worked really hard on it!
Chapter 1
The Train Ride
Harry was sitting in a compartment alone on The Hogwarts Express, without Hermione and Ron, who were both doing their prefect duties on the train. It was his and his friends seventh year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
This year would be quite different from his previous years, because the headmaster Albus Dumbledore was now dead. Bury under the grounds of Hogwarts, where he wanted to be when he dies.
Harry now had yet another feeling of guilt for someone's death. First Cedric, then Sirius, now Dumbledore. Of course he knew it wasn't entirely his fault for both Cedric's and Sirius' deaths, but for Dumbledore...
He was there watching the old man struggle with the effects of the potion in the cave and when they were on top of the Astronomy Tower... Then Malfoy came.
This memory confused and disturbed Harry, after he finally let himself think it over. Malfoy did not seem to be able to kill Dumbledore; like as if he was stalling himself. Harry didn't noticed this at the time, for he was angry at being trapped by Malfoy, of all people.It was his fault though, for Dumbledore's death. He was there, frozen to the spot because of the old man and under his invisibility cloak.
Voices outside of his compartment, stirred Harry out of his thoughts from last year.
"You're so worthless! Couldn't even do His simple task of killing the old coot!"
The voice sounded like Pansy Parkinson.
"You are so pathetic! You are almost like Potter! No. You are even beneath the bloody Gryffindor!"
Harry's compartment door slammed open and robes of black, silver, and green fell on the floor. The sliding door shut with another slam and the several footsteps that walked away, informed Harry that the group with Parkinson had left.
Harry kneeled on the floor and turned the body over. What he saw made him gasp in surprise and shock.
Malfoy was laying there, unconscious, but still breathing. His natural pale skin, was now transparent. His cheekbones were showing and there was black rings under his eyes from lack of sleep. Malfoy's blonde hair, that was usually slicked back, was all over his face and did not had it's usual glow. Harry could even tell that the boy was much skinnier than before; this was confirmed when he picked Malfoy up in his arms and placed him on the bench on the other side of the compartment.
After a while of just looking at the blonde, the door opened once again that afternoon and his two best friends enter.
"Hi, Harry-" Hermione looked over to Malfoy in shock.
"What's Malfoy doing here!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry pulled them into the compartment completely and shut the sliding door. He sat down inbetween Ron and Hermione and recalled all the events that just happened.
"But why would they treat him that way?" Hermione asked.
"I don't believe it! His father is V-Voldemort's righthand man!" Ron was in disblief.
But Harry wasn't paying attention to his red-headed friend. He was paying attention to the Slytherin, that was shaking violently, ever since they started talking about Voldemort. He got up, took off his cloak and wrapped Malfoy up.
"Harry?" Ron was wondering what his best friend was doing.
"He's shaking, and he won't stop!"
The Golden Trio felt the Hogwarts Express make a complet stop and heard the students get out of the train. Harry picked up Malfoy bridal style and got off the train, followed by Ron and Hermione.
"Harry, what are you doing!" Hermione yelled over Hagrid's yells for the first years that had came.
Harry ignored her; he felt a pull in his body telling him that he had to help Malfoy. He had to protect him...
Harry went into a carriage, not even bothering to wait for his friends, who had gotten in with him. The thestrals started moving on the path towards the castle that gleam a golden glow in the moonlight. It stilled remained the same, even after Dumbledore had died.
The ride was very quiet, besides the whimpers that were coming from Malfoy. The feeling inside of Harry was still telling him to protect the pale boy, until they reached the castle and maybe still after. He didn't know why he had this feeling, because he had hated the boy ever since they met in Madame Malkin's Robe Shop, and even more since last year. So why was he feeling this way?
The carriage stopped and Harry jumped off carrying Malfoy in his arms. He didn't care if anyone he knew saw him (which wasn't that likely), he just needed to help Malfoy, who was still shaking violently and was almost shaking Harry himself. Harry ran past the doors that lead you into the castle and made his way towards the Hospital Wing.
"Harry! Wait up, mate! It's just ferret face!" Ron and Hermione were still pursuing him and were out of breath as they tried to catch up to their fast friend.
"What's gotten into him?" Ron said inbetween breaths.
"I don't know, but I think we should go to the Great Hall. We're going to be late!" Hermione pulled the red-head away from the stairs and towards the Great Hall.
Harry continued to run up the steps, but by not paying attention, he bumped into someone. Straightning himself, he made sure that he didn't drop Malfoy, before looking to see who he had crashed into.
When the dark haired wizard lifted his head, he notice that he had bumped into Professor, I mean, Headmistress McGonagall, who was walking towards the feast.
"Mr. Potter! Never in my life has a student crashed into me. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm sorry Professor-"
"Headmistress," corrected McGonagall.
"Headmistress. It's Malfoy, he won't stop shaking!" Harry showed her the Slytherin in his arms.
"Oh my! We must hurry!" Harry and McGonagall hurried along to the Hospital Wing.
When they got there, Madame Pomfrey stopped whatever she was doing and looked at the both them. Acting like the professional that she was, she told Harry to put Malfoy on the bed that was near him.
"School has just started and already students are coming into my care!"
"Expect that with these dark times," McGonagall said. "I must go, Poppy."
"All right, Minerva. You go on ahead."
"Mr. Potter, I want you to stay here, just in case. I'll tell the house elves to bring you whatever they are serving at the feast," and off the headmistress went.
"Now tell me what happen," Madame Pomfrey said while she turned to Malfoy and started mending him.
"Well, he was pushed into my compartment and fell onto the floor. I turned him around and noticed that he didn't looked well. I laid him on the bench on the other side of where I was sitting, but it wasn't until later that he started shaking like that," Harry recalled everything in a nutshell.
"Well, I've taken care of his external bruising, but they won't go away until much later in his life, but internally..." Madame pomfrey muttered to herself, but Harry still heard her.
"What do you mean internally?"
"That is something that I can not tell you."
'Pop!'
Both occupants (that was still conscious) turned to look at a few house elves with some dishes for Harry to eat.
'Pop!'
They dissapeared after they placed the trays on top of a empty bed near them.
"Go on and eat! And make sure you keep an eye on him," Madame Pomfrey said referring to Malfoy and dissapeared just like the house elves.
Harry grabbed a stool and sat down, eating some turkey. It wasn't until a couple minutes had passed, that Malfoy started stirring in his bed.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the Hospital Wing," Harry informed. He moved forward, towards the where Malfoy was trying to sit up and shoved the tray of food onto the bed, in front of Malfoy.
"Want some?"
The Slytherin Prince looked at Harry and then at the food. After that he looked around at anything that wasn't Harry. Then he spoke.
"Why are you here?"
Silver eyes met with emerald and Harry blushed. He looked down at the food and his lap. Why did he feel nervous when Malfoy looked at him like that? 'Those eyes...they feel like they're looking right through me...like into my soul...'
"Potter?"
Harry looked up back at the boy, who was raising one elegant eyebrow at the Gryffindor.
"I-I... You fell into my c-compartment on the train and you p-past out a-and I b-brought you here. Madame Pomfrey f-fixed your wounds..." Harry felt very hot and knew that he was blushing madly.
"M-my wounds?" Malfoy's eyes were a little wide. He then looked at the tray of food and picked up a piece of biscuits.
"Malfoy?" Harry watched the boy look up to him.
"How did you get your wounds?"
"It's none of your business, Potter!" Malfoy sneered at him. He turned around and faced the other way.
A few minutes later, Madame Pomfrey came back in and checked over Malfoy once again. She turned to Harry and told him that he could go.
Harry got up and walked away from the Hospital Wing, leaving Malfoy. Coming down the stairs, he ran across Ron and Hermione, that were going up to visit him.
"Harry! What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing. Madame Pomfrey helped Malfoy and he woke up."
"Why were you helping the ferret?"
"I don't know...I just felt like I had to help him..."
"Are you sure that you are all right, mate?" Ron placed the back of his hand on Harry's forehead. Harry slapped his hand away and gave his best friends a hard stare.
"I'm not sick!" Harry took a deep breath. He shouldn't get angry at his friends, they were just trying to help and were acting like all good friends do. He didn't want to lose his temper for nothing.
"What's the password?" During their conversation, they were walking towards the Gryffindor Tower and to The Fat Lady portrait, who was staring down at them to say the password.
"It's Pig Latin," Hermione said. The Fat Lady nod her head and swinged the portrait open. The three friends walked into the cozy and warm Gryffindor Common Room.
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed," Harry passed everyone in the room. Laying himself in his bed and he looked at the luggage in the room that was spread out. The only ones he saw were Ron's, Neville's, and Seamus', along with his. He was amazed that Neville's grandmother would let him come here, even with D- the headmaster gone. He guesssed that she was trying to make him more brave like his parents and still probably thought that Hogwarts was still a safe place. He sighed.
"This is going to be one hell of a year, I just know it," with that he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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