Summary - A new prophesies of great power and a new alliance has been made many centuries ago. Now the five whom are the subject of this prophecy must learn of new friendships, love, sights and powers.

Pairings - I haven't decided as of yet, any suggestions please let me know There will be no slash.

Other Notes - This story will be hopefully novel length, I'm also looking for some lovely betas to make sure I don't make any painful grammatical or spelling mistakes! There will be various themes integrated in this fiction, Harry will be super powerful, but it will need work.

Blanket Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or places. Only that which you do not recognise from the books is owned by me.

The Unknown Alliance - Chapter 3

Draco Malfoy lay stiffly on his bed as his ears strained to hear the muffled muttering of the two people outside his door. His hands curled tightly into tense fists.

"He will meet him soon, I will not allow my son and heir to be led astray by that fool, surely you must have noticed the change in him recently?" implored his father, Lucius Malfoy, rather forcefully.

"But he is only 16; can't we wait for a little while longer? The Dark Lord shall not need the services of a mere child quite yet!" replied an equally strong voice, his proud mother.

"I have decided, but I will allow him to return to school unmarked. We will begin his entrance into our ranks soon, He shall meet the Dark Lord, and it will be tomorrow night. He cannot fail his heritage." the sharp command issued from the stern lips; they both knew that he had ended the discussion.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed ominously through the hallway, a few seconds later after a hesitant pause, he heard his mother leave in the opposite direction.

Malfoy waited till the footfalls were barely audible before he allowed himself to begin breathing again albeit rather cautiously, you never know who was listening in Malfoy Manor. He'd been holding his breath for some unknown reason. There had always been the irrational thought that his father and his minions would burst through his door one day and throw him at the feet of their Lord Voldemort.

'That day will come soon, if I don't do anything." he thought bitterly.

Draco Malfoy was on his summer holidays, barely the 4th week in. His father had been quick to call him to his study to probe him about the year's events and for any information he could provide. Naturally Draco had ascertained the haughty emotionless mask he had worn almost everyday for the last 7 years. It was just too easy now.

But there he was lying in the dark, heart thudding wildly against his chest, breaths coming quickly and palms shedding sweat onto his silk bed sheets.

What had happened to the 'Death eater in training' that was most commonly known as Draco Malfoy or even more commonly 'That bastard from Slytherin'?

It had all changed in his 4th year. The Triwizard Cup had opened new ambitions that he had never felt before in his life, these were different from the usual excelling in schoolwork or gaining the so heavily sought after praise from his father…he wanted it for himself. But Harry Potter had somehow been chosen as the 4th Triwizard Champion and Draco's dreams of miraculously becoming one himself were dashed. Jealousy had taken over until Potter staggered from the Labyrinth dragging the cup in one had and Cedric Diggory's body in the other. The pain and suffering he saw that night changed him. This was not what he wanted to do in life, he decided to go against his fathers wishes and decline the offer of becoming a Deatheater. Not that he knew it yet.

In everyone's eyes his fate was decided.

Draco made a snap decision. 'I am NOT going to turn into that monster.' He stood up and made his way to his large desk facing out at the stars which twinkled above him. His mind running through the words he knew he had to say in less that 24 hours time.

'Maybe I could just spit in his face?" he thought darkly to himself before sweeping gracefully onto the window seat.

Harry had woken up early; he was used to it after his many days and months of strenuous training. After swinging his warm feet from under the covers he stumbled across the room to retrieve his exercising clothes. He had finished his tale of another world late last night and was shown up to his new room by a beaming Remus. It was close to Sirius' but Harry didn't mind, the cutting pain had cooled over the years to a tiny ache, not exactly gone but at least not as ferocious. Harry had learnt after many hours of meditation that things happen for a reason; his godfather loved him with all his heart and vice-versa. The next time the two would meet would be in the realm of the dead. Sighing gently at these reminiscent thoughts Harry shrugged on a plain white shirt and some old tracksuit bottoms. Every morning at dawn he went running for an hour, then combat training for another two then a little time to rest. It was important to keep in top condition plus it was kind of fun. The sun was barely peaking from its cloudy bed, but the birds were up and loudly singing the glories of the day. The grass was damp and the house was still in that deathly quiet mode, nothing was moving and everyone was still deep in slumber. Smiling Harry picked up his warm jacket and made his way stealthily downstairs.

Draco stepped slowly down the grand marble staircase leading to the front hall, to which the dining room was adjoined. He took his time, because Malfoys never rushed. His deep silver eyes roaming the hallways, looking for signs, desperately trying to makes sense of everything. It was futile looking but he had this irrational fear, the need to search everywhere for an answer to his problems. But that would indeed never be found. Tonight he was to meet the Dark Lord, die or take the mark? Neither sounded too appealing really.

Harry was back at Diagon alley, although for completely different reasons. He was going to do some shopping! He had gone for a brief run and done his training before changing into a deep emerald set of stylish and obviously well-crafted robes. 'Well that's one of the freebies you get for being a High Mage…" he smirked to himself, he was only 16 in this world though. His emerald eyes roamed the crowd, constantly alert yet relaxed at the same time. He stepped confidently through the meandering people; they seemed to sense his importance and parted quickly. No-one had thought that this was the Harry Potter! The news today had been "Boy-who-lived, gone forever?" The stupid article had even started going on about his love life! Speculating whether he had gotten some random girl at Hogwarts pregnant and they had eloped to Easter Island to raise their child to be the next Centaur Liaisons officer! He smiled at this thought, 'How stupid can they get?". His boots thudded against the pavement until he was looking up at the white building of Gringotts. He walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy golden doors and stepped into the atrium. There were people everywhere, rushing around after goblins, queuing impatiently in front of large oak desks with wrinkled personnel even little children screaming for sweets. Harry calmly waited with the others in the queue, blanking out the infuriating idiot natter of most the brainless idiots surrounding them. They were discussing some 'woman next door' running off with the muggle postman in high pitched squeals. After what seemed like aeons Harry reached the front desk, a small round faced goblin glared down at him.

"Key." he commanded, Harry cleared his front and slid a business-like look on to his face,

"Excuse me, I am Harry Potter, I'm here to settle any paperwork or outstanding problems on the Potter and Black house accounts and real estates? I'm afraid I haven't been available until now."

The goblin looked slightly horrified at the manner he had spoken to such an important client, Mr Potter was wealthy, very wealthy. He smiled horribly at the important person,

"Oh Mr Potter we were not aware that you have returned safe and sound…" Harry interrupted him there,

"-and I would prefer it to stay that way" he said firmly, a serious glint in his eyes.

"No worries sir, no worries…now my Lord, a person of such esteem has the privilege of one-on-one service, Knagor here will be of your every assistance."

"Why thank you," smirked Harry, in this world the rich people ruled, it was funny to watch people run after you as if you were the dark lord himself!

He was quickly ushered into a small side chamber and settled into leather armchair. The afore mentioned goblin busied himself looking for his account details in a large cupboard. Eventually the small being reappeared holding a massive folder tied with a piece of yarn around the middle. Harry raised an eyebrow, sensing his question the goblin quickly answered,

"Lord Potter this is a record of your withdrawals, deposits and other things such as the lists of real estates you own and the contents of each vault. As you can see there is quite a lot of it to go through." he finished in his gruff voice.

"Ahh…" was all Harry could say, he was quite bewildered.

"Now down to business, shall we?" said Knagor professionally, eyeing the young man he opened the folder, "According to this you are the sole heir of both the Black and Potter estates, these involve a large amount of properties including the family manors, holiday home in Switzerland, Italy, Greece, India…"

Harry interrupted the goblin with a slight cough, "I am sorry, but at this time I do not wish to know where every house is" he smiled gently, "Although we can arrange a meeting for another time, at the moment I just want a broad idea of what I own."

"Very sir, you are in possession of 12 properties, 5 vaults - two of Potter House, two of Black House and one for your school supplies and so on. The gross amount in these accounts amounts to a considerable amount," he underlined a point on the parchment and slid it across to Harry, who promptly choked, "including interest accumulated over the last two decades of inactivity. There are also various pieces of furniture, books, painting, weapons, wands and other paraphernalia." The goblin smiled crookedly at Harry, "Well this amount seems understandable, both house were extremely well off in their own right, congratulations Mr Potter."

Numb from the shock of such a lot of money Harry sat still in his chair staring into space. 'Hmm…I didn't know Sirius was this rich!" he thought randomly,

"Excuse me sir, but would you like to visit the vaults?" asked Knagor cautiously.

"No thank you, not yet…I don't suppose there is a system for the use of my account in the muggle world?" An idea had just popped into his head,

"Yes sir, there is a card system. When you make a transaction the muggle will swipe the card thinking it is a typical credit card, do you know what I mean sir?"

Harry nodded, gesturing for the goblin to continue,

"Well a specially designed Gringotts machine will pick up the transaction, and then will have the money sent to the vendor. Would you like this service?"

"Yes I believe it will be very helpful, thank you,"

Again the goblin rummaged through the cupboard and found the appropriate forms.

"Sign here please and it shall be running in an hour or so." said Knagor, handing Harry the form and small plastic card exactly the same as any other but with a small barely distinguishable Gringotts logo on the left corner.

Harry signed his name and pressed his thumb to the parchment, the wizarding methods of sealing a pact. A small flash and a crest appeared, on it a sword and wand were crossed below a phoenix in mid flight with an emerald serpent wrapped around its breast. There was a simple white border but a black background. It was a strange mixture of the Black and Potter house emblem.

Fifteen minutes later Harry was on the street again, he was itching to do some shopping. He decided that his first stop should by Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He pushed the door open and winced at the tinkling of a bell overhead, announcing his presence in the shop. A large woman bustled over to him with lots of need pinned to her arms and front for quick access. Her eyes were beady and seemed to be watching Harry squirm uncomfortably. Her nimble hands were clutching a few rolls of a shimmering cloth.

"How may I help you today sir?" she said cheerfully,

"I would like to buy…umm four Hogwarts robes with the Gryffindor crest, four day wear robes of dark colours, two pairs of training robes and two pairs of dress robes."

"Oh my dear, that's a lot, lets get you measured up shall we!" she blustered summoning a stool to her side and motioning for Harry to climb upon it.

"The Hogwarts robes are simple, but what fabric and colours do you want your everyday robes in?"

"I was thinking deep emerald, dark blue, dark red and a black set." he said feeling camper by the minute,

"That would suit you honey…" muttered the woman through a mouthful of pins.

"Uh..thanks…"

Half an hour later Harry staggered into the street. He had finally escape after charging the robes to his account and also purchasing a few scarves, gloves, well made shoes and casual shoes. Not to forget socks! To make up for his stressful ordeal he walked into the Quidditch supplies shop. Again a bell tinkle but no-one came running up to him, instead a teenage boy waved from the counter. The air smelt of polished wood and beeswax. Smiling to himself Harry ambled down the aisles stroking the handle of the various broomsticks hanging on the wall. After a while he picked up a new pair of keeper's gloves for Ron, chaser wrist-guards for Ginny and a broom servicing kit for himself, also an Ireland National Team poster. He'd become quite a fan since the world cup! Walking up to the till he set the products down onto the counter, flashing a smile at the boy. The teenager asked amiably,

"So you like the Irish team. Did you see them at the World Cup a few years back? They were amazing!"

"I was there with my friends and family, in the top box. I really admired Krum's seeker skill though; he did a fantastic Wronski Feint!"

After a few minutes of light chatter Harry paid and left for the shop. He was glad that people still had the ability to be cheerful, even talk about Quidditch! Smiling happily he strode down the street in search of his next purchase.

Draco was kneeling on the cold stone floor, his head dropped to his chest and his breathing haggard. There was a woman moaning in pain from beside him. His mother. He had refused the mark vocally to Voldemort, one of the bravest things he'd done in his life.

'Probably the influence of those stupid Gryffindors"

He didn't know that his father had been murdered by the Dark Lord a few hours before. He had failed to find the Potter boy again and had outlived his usefulness. Voldemort knew he was alive, he could feel it, but he didn't know where he was! The stupid Malfoy heir had said clearly to him not half an hour ago, "I will not join you." Voldemort smirked; the idiot had just signed the death contract of himself and his mother. Not before some of his men had fun with her though. Now Narcissa lay panting on the dirty floor brutally tortured and raped, her life force was sipping gradually away and her robes torn and bloody. Draco simply knelt. He had been tortured a few times already; blood seeped from ugly cuts on his face. His heart thudded as he heard his mother's slowing breathing, he longed to go to her and whisper comfort to her in that horrendous state. His palms were sweaty with fear and bones aching. Coldness swept over him causing his body to shudder. Suddenly the world went quiet and he heard a raspy voice, "I love you my son, you have done the right thing, I am proud…." then she wasn't breathing anymore…

'Mother…I love you too.'

Anguish and grief overwhelmed him, he was alone in the world and he already felt a gaping hole in his soul where his mother had resided. Anger flooded through him too.

"That bastard took everything away from me, allowed those men to taint my mother, allowed her to die, and killed my father…"

He shakily stood and looked into the Dark Lords eyes; blood was pounding in his head and muscles tight with fatigue and weariness.

"You bastard. You…" he paused trying to find the appropriate insult; a small smirk graced his lips as he though of the thing that would anger him most, "You mud blood!" he spat. Roaring in fury Voldemort screamed at Draco, "I am going to kill you now, kiss goodbye to your precious mother whore, Draco!" raising his wand. Suddenly a figure stepped forward.

"I apologise for interrupting you my Lord, But I have a strange request of you to make."

"What Snape? If it is not good you shall pay for interrupting my fun" growled the Dark Lord slowly,

"I have known this boy since birth, I have had to pretend to love and care for the little brat" Snape muttered darkly, "I feel that another shock to the system is in order, another painful occurrence, I want to kill my idiot of a godson."

"Ahh…you are allowed this privilege for your many years of loyalty to me. I am aware how you detest the traitor. Proceed as you see fit" said Voldemort before settling back into his throne to watch the show.

Draco was terrified and hurt. He loved his godfather and he thought he was loved too. Severus Snape had been a decent father figure to him, leading and guiding him through his life- and now he was going to him.

Snape marched forward, a cold sadistic smirk plastered onto his face. He kicked Draco in the side harshly breaking a rib or two. Draco bit his lip refusing to cry out in excruciating pain.

"I finally have chance to get rid of the Slytherin King! Years of having to put up with your whines and ignorant attitude. Now you are rejecting my Lord and I will kill you for that." he said sneering, his eyes glittering. Snape swished round to face Draco. He glared at his potions professor and godfather but was shocked to see something else in his eyes other than hate. Snape raised a hand and wrapped it round Draco's throat, slightly squeezing his trachea. His hand was within the layers of his cloak slowly drawing his wand.

"Trust me, I have dreamt of this for years." The two disappeared in a flash of crimson light.

Harry had gotten home at around lunchtime to a full house of Order members and his friends. Ron and Ginny were in their make-shift common room, playing a ferocious game of wizarding chess. Ginny sat curled up in the one of the armchairs reading a spell book on the following year and Crookshanks lay upon the richly woven rug in front of a blazing fire. They sat enjoying each others company, chatting and discussing subjects varying from "Harry, what was in your training? Was it hard?" to "I love the potatoes at Hogwarts!" It was nearing dinnertime so the quartet made there way down the winding staircases of the mansion. Ron was grinning and flexing his fingers inside his new gloves and Hermione was engrossed in the new heavy transfiguration book Harry had bought her for an "I'm sorry I disappeared for nearly a month" present. The opened the heavy wooden door of the basement kitchen to find quite a large amount of people staying for dinner. People were chatting happily around the table s and Mrs Weasely was rushing around in an ugly frilly apron enchanting pots and pans to do her bidding. The smell of hot food wafted through the air making their mouths water. Taking a seat beside Tonks, he was soon pulled into a conversation about his Diagon Alley stunt.

"Harry, What was that? It was fantastic! Can't believe you managed to pull it off - and where did you learn to do the trick with the flames?"

Harry suddenly uncomfortable about his powers, licked his dry lips, "I used a mixture of martial arts, spell casting and pyreportation." he said simply.

"But you knocked out all those death eaters, with one spell! How'd you get that amount of power?" Tonks was looking at him with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Harry was about to answer when a loud bang rang through the kitchen. Reacting immediately Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it in the direction of the threat to find Severus Snape standing holding a battered and bloody Draco Malfoy by the throat with long strong fingers. Malfoy quickly fell to the ground blood smearing the stones. Everyone had been shouting questions, some had their wands out and had them pointed and some where just sitting dumbfounded. It went quiet as everyone took in the dying boy. Suddenly Snape shouted "HELP FOR GODS SAKE!" his hand trembling and face deathly pale.

Thanks for reading, please leave review! x