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 am going to keep with J.K Rowling plot of Harry and Ginny but the other 2 relationships in this story will be different to the books. 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 4

Harry immediately rushed forward without thinking. He swept the deathly pale boy into his arms and stormed hi way out of the kitchen. Feet thudding up the stairs, the harsh breathing of Snape and the weak moaning of Malfoy was all could be heard as they made their way to Harry's room. Crashing through the door Harry swiftly placed the boy onto his bed raising a hand to halt anyone but Snape to come in.

"What happened to him? He has the smell of Voldemort's power?" asked Harry seriously, his eyes concerned and worried.

"Draco was meant to take the mark today…refused….Narcissa dead…raped…." gasped Snape as his stared at the body of his godson, Harry swiftly slapped him

"Snape I need details! I will be able to heal him if I know what happened to him!" commanded Harry

"He was under the Cruciatus three times, punched a few times, kicked an unknown amount in the chest, head, stomach area…then I…" Snape's voice cracked uncharacteristically, his eyes glittering in pain; "I broke a few ribs too…" he trailed off looking overwhelmed with guilt.

"Do not worry, im sure you had to do as was expected of you he wont blame you." said Harry urgently and as comforting as possible. Draco was slipping away, he could feel it.

"Now go. I will fetch you once I am finished." he told Snape.

"But you are not trained in the art of healing!" snapped Snape, suddenly thinking clearly for the welfare of his god-son.

"I have been away as you know, I can heal him, now get out so I can stop him from dying!" growled Harry,

The emotional potions master silently walked to the door, glancing back every few steps as if reluctant.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him." said Harry, trying to soften the blow to Snape.

As the door swung shut Harry looked at the bloody mess of his arch nemesis.

"Oh hell."

He kneeled down and closed his emerald eyes, a blue light shone gently from his hands roaming above Draco Malfoy's body. Blood was pouring out from several wounds, his face and chest well steadily swelling and bruising. The situation was not good at all.

Harry began chanting, an ethereal light surrounding both bodies:

"sanescere integro medicinus salus

Je vous guéris tricote les os cassés mets ensemble

le sang en commun de perte que

vous vivrez

vous vivrez

la puissance j'ai chez moi je donne l'aide de vous

pour de mon corps fort

je donne l'individu cassé tu

sanescere integro medicinus salus"

After what seemed like day but may have only been a few hours Harry fell to the ground temporarily weakened by the powerful spell. He lay there for a few stolen minutes on the thick carpet then pushed himself up and made his way over to his wardrobe. Swinging open the mahogany door he rummaged around for a while in his potions store before finding a simple re-juvination potion. Taking two vials of the orange sparking liquid he crossed back over to the now sleeping boy.

Draco was healed.

"Draco, wake up…" nudged Harry, now feeling awkward not knowing what to say to the blond haired boy, "Draco I need you to take this…"

Draco stirred rumpling the silk sheets even more, slowly opening his heavy eyelids, when he saw who was standing over him he was immediately alert.

"Where the hell am I? And what are doing here!" he shouted,

"Snape brought you here, you were severely injured, I healed you and now I need you to take this potion" said Harry soothingly hoping to placate him,

"You healed me? You've been missing for weeks and you are trying to tell me this?" said Malfoy incredulously,

"I went away for a short time true, but I returned two days ago. You need to take this potion!" said Harry firmly,

"How do I know it's not poison?" said Malfoy suspiciously, a bit of the weakness from his recent ordeal seeping into his tone.

"Can't you recognise this potion? Look I'll even take it myself." Harry said exasperated, he handed the vial over to Draco who inspected it closely,

"Looks like a simple healing draft." Draco irritably snapped then flicked open the lid and swallowed the contents quickly. Harry did the same, happy at the warm sensation spreading through his limbs. He felt more energetic now, a sign that the potion had worked. A little more colour had appeared in Draco's already pale face too. The air was uncomfortable again, Harry shifted nervously and stood up, rearranging his cloak and swiftly moved his dislodged sword back round to its rightful place at his right hip. Draco stared openly at this; Harry was not the boy who he'd last seen a few weeks earlier but a dangerous man. Now that he though about it he could feel the power rolling from Harry like a pyroclastic wave, it pulsed and reached out to him. His eyes had taken a serious glint mixed in with the friendship and kindliness.

"I am going to go and get Snape now, you should be okay after a few hours sleep." said Harry,

Draco nodded to indicate he was listening.

"You were severely injured, so take it easy for a while."

Another nod.

"ok, well see you later."

Harry swept from the room and Draco could hear footsteps ringing all the way down the hall. He looked around the unfamiliar room. There was a large Hogwarts-style trunk sitting at the end of the bed but he couldn't see whom it belonged to. A few pictures were scattered about, Remus Lupin laughing happily with his arm around the shoulders of a 14 year Harry, Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger bickering one day at school, Harry grinning with his stupid pet owl on his shoulder…actually the owl was quite nice, looked intelligent. Draco's eyes rested on a final frame sitting upon the chest of drawers beside the bed. Sirius Black, James Potter (by the looks of it), Remus Lupin and Lily Potter.

"Why would Potter want a picture of Black beside his bed?" murmured Draco softly.

The heavy door swung open once again and Draco saw the familiar black eyes of his god-father standing above him. Inside he was muttering nervously about what had happened not even a day ago. On the outside he was composed as possible.

"Draco, I am sorry…" Snape started, he paused then pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down.

"You were rash and uncharacteristically brave," sighed Snape, "But I am proud of you. I honesty didn't thin you were going to take it, You are too intelligent to bind yourself to a life of servitude and pain."

Draco hung his head unsure of what to say in such a touching moment.

"Your mother gave her life for her cause; she died as I knew her many years ago. Strong and stubborn" Snape smiled, looking into the far off distance of the past.

"Do you understand what happened near the end of your time there?" he asked Draco suddenly, turning so his black eyes shone into silver.

"No I don't really sir." said Draco quietly. Snape's shoulders stiffened, "Please do not call me sir, and I am more to you than a professor, am I not?"

"You are." said Draco even more quietly.

"It is because you are like a son to me I started a chain of events that may be irretrievable. Did you know that I was the traitor amongst the ranks, a spy for the 'light' side?"

"No…"

"I have been for many years. My loyalty is unwavering to Dumbledore for reasons you shall not know now. They are parts of my past I'd rather keep to myself. But I knew I could not let you die Draco, but I couldn't think of anyway to prevent it, apart from pretending to do it myself. I am sorry if I alarmed you, I am sorry for hurting you so, but you have to understand that there was no other way…" Snape looked strangely desperate, as if all he needed in the world was for Draco to forgive him for his façade.

"Severus…" murmured Draco, "I know now that you will not harm me, you have saved my life and I thank you. You know you have been what Lucius…" Draco paused, unsure how to go on, "You were a father to me all those years." The mutual love hung in the air but remained unsaid.

Snape placed a hand on Draco's shoulder happy that their relationship was not damaged beyond repair but strengthened. He placed his cool mask upon his face again and muttered a simple goodbye.

"Rest now Draco, I will send some food up in half an hour."

(page break)

Snape strode into the kitchen, cloak billowing behind him and his face twisted into his usual smirk. He pulled out one of the rough wooden chairs and sat down. Ignoring all the stares he was getting from the others he pulled a cup of coffee towards him.

Hermione looked scared to see the potions master act so calmly, Ron just gawped and Harry watched for any signs of Snape explaining what had happened. After about 5 minutes of the tense atmosphere Harry cleared his throat.

"Um…Professor Snape, may I ask why you brought Draco here near dead?" he said nervously, even after his years away Snape still made him feel like a little boy caught eating forbidden cookies,

"Simply because he refused the Mark, became severely injured and I used my emergency port key." said Snape sharply, ignoring their shocked faces. He stood again,

"I will be at Hogwarts for a short time informing Dumbledore of the recent events, send Mr Malfoy food up in a short time." Snape said before throwing a handful of glittery green powder in to the fire and disappearing in a swirl of emerald flames.

Hermione spoke up, "Do you realise that Snape has just shown himself to be a spy!" she muttered nervously, "How will we know what You-know-who is up to!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe we could send him back in?" pondered Ron aloud,

"But that would get him killed Ron! Honestly!"

"Maybe we could just let me do it…" muttered Harry into a cup of tea.

Silence rang through the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later Hermione made her way up to Harry's room with a tray laden with chicken soup, fresh bread and hot tea. She knocked gently on the door and heard a soft yet upper-class voice call her through. She pushed it open with her shoulder and glanced around the room, grinning at the many pictures Harry had scattered around the place.

"Hello Granger." said Draco coldly.

"Malfoy."

"What a nice surprise…"

"I'm sure it is, here's some food as Snape promised, anything else you want?"

He looked at her, for the first time in 6 years he realised that' she was in fact a girl. A girl with wavy shiny brown hair and honey colour eyes, Without the bulky robes she had a slim yet curvy figure and very few blemishes. He was dumb-founded. A muggle-born was that good looking?

"Malfoy? I said do you want anything more?" Hermione interrupted his internal conversation,

"Yes I would like you to answer a few of my questions." he said after mentally shaking himself.

"OK…" replied Hermione as if he was in primary 1,

"Well firstly, where am I?" asked Draco waving his hand around to emphasise his confusion,

"You are in Harry's house, he inherited it when Sirius died, and it's also the head quarters for the Order of the Phoenix"

"Hmmm, the escaped convict…" murmured Draco,

"No actually innocent man, he was betrayed by Peter Pettigrew!" snapped Hermione

Wow she gets kinda angry thought Draco

"Ok ok! He's innocent! So im staying in Potter's house! Damn."

"Yes basically."

"Where did Potter get so powerful?"

"You are going to have to ask him."

"How long will I stay here for?"

"Ask Dumbledore"

"You can go now" said Draco loftily and turning his attention to the hot food.

Hermione looked shocked at the dismissal but pushed it to the side and strode from the room; she was half way down the hall when she heard Malfoy shout a muffled "Thank you." from the room.

(flashback)

Harry had been training for a few months now; he was sore, exhausted but fuller of life than he had ever felt. The young boy crouched low to the ground in a small dank and dark cave. Light was struggling from a far off distance, desperately trying to provide illumination. Heavy boots grated against the gravel as Harry swivelled round, the toes of his left foot extended behind his body and his right foot resting flat on the ground. Perspiration dripped from his dusty forehead as he waits patiently. His hands were stretched out in the typical combat position, reaching out into the engulfing darkness. A dark silk blindfold hid his bright emerald eyes from view. Abruptly from the silence a silver knife sliced through the air, Harry side stepped it and swung around to meet the offending blade. A shift in the air told Harry that his attacker was moving backwards for another attack. He swung his leg low and swept the man from his feet then flip backwards landing catlike on his feet. He twirled his own silver sword in his hands, the blade cutting through the air with a miniscule noise. Harry was giving his attacker a clue to his whereabouts. Again he felt the movement from behind him and blocked the blade deftly with the sword in his left hand whilst twisting his right arm around the assailants and jerking sharply causing a loud crack to ring horribly off the wall of the cave. A muffled gasp escaped his lips and Harry smirked. Jumping into the air again Harry did not land. He lay against the ceiling waiting for his confused attacker to pass underneath him. As soon as he did that Harry swung his upper body down and wrapped a dagger around his throat. Dropping to the ground Harry swiftly pulled off his blindfold and called into the darkness. The smell of blood made his senses twitch.

"Master Sanyus, I think it is best if you find more capable sparring partners, this one appears to be dead." The darkness could almost feel his euphoric smirk. Of course it had been easy, too easy, but Harry was a natural born Mage. The most godlike creatures known to earth. Death defying speed, accuracy and strength they are unbeatable in hand combat but in magic they are the higher council. Those who is so much in tune with magic they almost become it themselves.
A voice came from the shadows, "Perhaps you are right Apprentice, but you understand that I have much more up my sleeves than you may have considered."

Daylight flooded the chamber and Harry saw his instructor standing before him, looking amused yet stern.

"Some things you have not yet encountered."

It had been about a week since Draco's arrival. Ron had been grumbling continuously until Molly Weasely gave him a thorough talking to. Harry had made his peace with Draco easily, maybe it was through the healing of his ex-arch enemy, but friendship now came naturally to the two boys.

"Hello Potter" Draco Malfoy was standing beside him in a black crisp robe, he joined Harry in looking over the roof tops of London during the mysterious twilight hours, The red beams were glancing off windows far in the distance making the sky looks as if someone had spilt blood over it.
"Hello Draco, please call me Harry, it is a bit inconvenient for formalities do you not think?" said Harry slightly annoyed

"That's what I was wanting to talking to you about Pott-Harry," started Draco, briskly with only a twinge of reluctance, "The House of Malfoy owes you a debt for saving the last of its line. I am offering you this now and if you accept it I will be… indebted to you" he finished then gulped. It was rather strange having two boys who spent years hating each other having a life debt settle upon their shoulders.

Harry sighed, "I will take you word as I know it is in the interest of your honour that I accept your pledge, but we shall not be bitter rivals over such thing a our parentage when there is war, sorrow and death surrounding us. Understand?"

"I understand, I know what it feels like now, to lose one that is part of you…" Draco trailed off again, "I miss her so much…"

"I know Draco, I know…" murmured Harry.

From that time on Harry and Draco spent quite a lot together, not necessarily speaking but just taking in each others company. Draco slowly opened up from the cold exterior and would randomly say something small about his beloved lost mother. Ron managed a few times to get over his deep suspicion and talk a little awkwardly about Quidditch. Hermione and Draco would sometimes be seen in the library working quietly on some assignment. Ginny would smile at him over the table but otherwise keep to Hermione. He moved out of Harry's room into the one next door, Snape had retrieved some of his belongings from Malfoy Manor. The house had been quiet despite the amount of people now residing within its walls. Harry decided it was time for a group trip, to get aware from the impending war. He dressed in an emerald robe typical of the Mage style, strapped on his weapons around his waist, ankles, wrists and chest and finally picked up his credit card and money pouch. He decided to shock the rest so he pyreported down the kitchen in a whirl of red flames.

"Bloody hell Harry! You nearly gave us all a heart attack!" exclaimed Ron through a mouthful of toast, theatrically clutching his heart. Draco had an eyebrow raised but otherwise didn't look too freaked out. Hermione was still gasping for air,

"Harry I thought the kitchen had just got on fire…!"

"Harry, what was that?" asked Ginny with a smirk on her face

"It is one of my ways of travelling" said Harry before plonking himself down on the seat. "It turns out I have it 'cos im an elemental, took me a while to get used to it though! The amount of times I singed my eyebrows off!" Everyone chuckled good naturedly into their cereal.

Draco glanced over at Hermione. I wonder what she thinks of me now, I've been making an effort at least, and Malfoy's never do that!

"Ok We are going on a trip today, no questions it's a surprise ok?"

Harry heard a chorus of excited "oks" echoe throughout the kitchen.

"I'll be right back I just have to go tell Mrs Weasely" said Harry before standing up and pyreporting out of the kitchen.

"Where do you think he's taking us?" asked Draco to no-one in particular,

"Probably somewhere random knowing Harry" snickered Ron, "He can't do anything normal, look at that pieportation -"

Hermione interrupted primly from the newspaper she was reading, "Pyreportation Ron! For goodness sakes, it's not even that hard!" Draco and Ginny settled back preparing for another Ron/Hermione argument, sharing a knowing glance between the two of them.

Hermione had seen Draco that first day at 12 Grimmauld Place and hadn't stopped thinking about him since. The group had found out eventually that Draco had to take the mark but instead defied the Dark Lord and even called him a mud-blood enraging him more. She couldn't understand, had he changed? It certainly seemed so, he was more quiet, less vocal about his beliefs, had even began speaking to them in a civilised manner. She couldn't get over his eyes, swirling pools of gray and silver, they changed with his mood. She could tell when he was sad because they were ice blue, as if his very soul were about to shatter into a million pieces, anger turned them a deadly black yet happiness turned them and electric blue which could light up the darkest of places. His hair was like Harry's, ruffled and messy but stylish. He had a handsome face and a surprisingly gentle nature, yet sarcasm and wit were his main attribute. Was it that the Draco Malfoy they had shared a school with was not in fact the true boy but the mirror image of Lucius Malfoy? She felt drawn by him, but couldn't help it no matter how much she struggled.

The group of five found themselves standing in the most random place possible. The edge of the Giant's Causeway in Ireland. The stepping stones of the ancient Irish giants during their bloody feud. Finn McCool, the Ulster warrior and commander of the king of Ireland's army's legacy lived on in this amazing geographical mutation. The blue sea was shimmering in the distance, reckless waves crashing against the hexagonal rock mounds. Great cliffs towered about the causeway it self like a commanding post.

Seagulls swooped overhead screeching for little bit of food, the bright sun shone above glancing off the ripples of the water. Beside a swimming pool sized rock pool everyone was gathered having a large picnic.

"Harry this is amazing! How ever did you think of it?" squealed Hermione happily as she looked to the horizon.

"Ireland is one of the most magical places in the world, we wizards and witches just don't take notice, and also it's isolated and calm. Something I think we can all enjoy." came the reply rather muffled through a piece of carrot cake.

Draco sat quietly with his legs curled up beside him as he watched a crab scuttle its way into the pool, unceremoniously dropping off a ledge.

"I think its beautiful." murmured Ginny as she looked around.

"Well just sit back and enjoy it. We are going back to Hogwarts in a few weeks' times and I'm sure this year won't be as great as last year…" said Harry sadly,

"I heard something about that" said Draco whose head had perked up at the mention of Hogwarts, "Something about the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yeah, Voldemort tricked Harry into thinking his god-father was in danger, so he went to rescue him, we got ambushed by a crowd of death eaters and Sirius died…." said Ron looking intently at his sandwich. His voice wavered slightly near the end.

"But don't worry about it, I've been away near 5 years, it isn't as…painful anymore, he died for a reason I know it." interrupted Harry forcing a smile on his face.

Sensing a time to change the subject Ginny piped up, "What are we going to do at Hogwarts though? The DA?"

"I would hope so! It was fantastic Harry!" enthused Hermione eyes bright with the prospect of learning.

"I was thinking something along the lines of…another defence club in school, but we could ask Dumbledore to make it public to those who want to join?"

"I like that idea" agreed Draco with Ron nodding beside him then getting distracted by a sticky bun,

"We could teach them proper battle defence, if we were to be honest and Hogwarts got attack they'd all be done for!"

"Well then that's agreed then, we can talk more in school, I want to go swimming now!" interrupted Ginny into the seriously conversation.

Harry transfigured everyone's clothes into swimwear and one by one they ran and jumped into the massive rock pool which reached a few meters deep in the middle. They swam, laughed and splashed each other until dusk. Draco bravely sneaked up behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her high into the air just to let go again, she landed in a flurry of screaming and water!

"Mr Draco Malfoy, I will get you for that!" she screeched with a wide grin on her face. He swam quickly away, his hair hanging down soaking wet and with a dazzling smirk on his handsome face, Hermione stared a little at his body but caught herself quickly before it became obvious. Damn teenage hormones!

The got out eventually and walked up to the cliff top clutching fluffy white towels and holding on to each other for heat and comfort. Sitting in the long tufts of green grass they watched bundled together the great sun descend into the watery depths, illuminating the sky in heavenly colours. It wasn't hard to see why this place was considered a magical haven. The stars came out to shine upon them exalting in their growing friendship. The world was nurturing something that was bigger than a simple friendship; little did they know that the moments they spent together would decide the fate of the worlds. Surrounded by heavy blankets they fell asleep warm and comfortable under the velvet black sky.

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