Hello hello! This is Katie, sadxautumnxsky, with her amazing HP story. It's a slasher/yaoi/not-girl-on-guy story. So I'm warning you now, beware if you're a homophobe! Oh, and Nina... I'll find some way to get the parts you missed to you :)

Anyway...This story takes place after the 5th book. HOWEVER Sirius did NOT die during the battle at the Ministry. There may be some other things that "did not happen". If this story freaks you out, then get over it. MEH!

Things you need to know:

"blah blah." talking to another person/being/thing

"blah blah" a person thinking. Usually the person who the scene is focused on (usually Harry or Draco)...

PLEASE review and tell me whatever you think about it. I could give a crap less how many reviews I get, because I have enough people reading it already to make me happy and want to write more. Flame it if you want, I'll just bitch at you back for being an asshole... mwahahaha -cough- ANYWAY... ENJOY!


Chapter 1

Harry looked longingly out of the train compartment's window at all the parents waving goodbye to their children. His deepest yearning was for a true family that would love him. He knew that Sirius loved him, but he only saw Sirius every other month, due to the Order. He looked away from the window. Seeing others happy only made him feel more depressed.

He sighed and laid his head on the back of the seat.

"I just want it all to end. I'm a pathetic false idol who no one cares about. My friends have abandoned me. Sirius is never around. I'm just so fucking pathetic. I can't even kill myself without chickening out! It would have been better if I had just let Voldemort kill me in the Ministry."

Harry sighed again and looked back out the window.

"HARRY! How are you doing mate?" Ron said as he opened the door to the compartment, "I haven't seen you all summer! What's new?"

Harry heard an exasperated sigh from behind Ron.

"Ronald, would you do me a favor and remove your stupid arse from the door so I can get inside!" Hermione said as she shoved Ron out of the doorway.

She walked over and sat next to Harry. She smiled at him and gave him a bone crushing hug.

"So, Harry how was your summer?

He looked over at her with a frown, "How do you think it was Herms? I spent all of it with the Dursleys, neither of you wrote to me, I didn't get to see Sirius, my birthday was forgotten again, and Hedwig died."

Hermione looked at him with horror written on her face, "How did she die? She was young for an owl!"

"Dudley wanted to see if she could out fly a bullet."

"And you didn't stop him?"

Harry glared at her, "No Hermione, I just stood there and watched as he put shot after shot into her. OF COURSE I tried to stop him, but when Dudley's goons knocked me unconscious I wasn't much help."

"Oh Harry," she cried as she threw her arms around him in an attempt of comfort, "why didn't you tell me? You should have sent a…"

Harry threw her arms off, "I should have sent a what! A letter! Oh yes, I should have, but wait, I couldn't. Hmm, I wonder why. Maybe it's because Hedwig is FUCKING DEAD!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed, "Harry, just because Hedwig died doesn't mean you should be mean to us, and you have no right to complain about the Dursleys. You're just overreacting like normal. That's why people can't stand to be around you."

Harry stood up and stormed out of the compartment slamming the door behind him. Ron sat in the seat across from Hermione. He gave her a look of shock.

"Why would Harry suddenly get so mad at us? It's not our fault Hedwig died."


Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise.

"You're planning to do what?"

Blaise smirked, "You heard me. I'm not repeating myself."

Draco shook his head, "Are you really sure that you want to go through with this?"

Blaise jumped onto the seat, "Many years ago, I rode this train for the first time. Not once has one ever before preformed a feat so bold and daring! I will be the first! I will be remembered. I-"

"Have nothing on except a trench coat and are flashing me every time you move!" Draco said trying to hide his eyes.

"HAH! You just don't have any appreciation for the male genitalia!" Blaise shouted as he jumped down.

Blaise walked to the compartment door and looked out the window. He turned around and bowed to Draco.

"Wish me luck good friend, for I may not live through this," he walked up to Draco, "If I do die, tell my boyfriend that he wasn't really my first… his brother was."

Draco rolled his eyes and watched as Blaise ripped off the trench coat to reveal a painted 'S' on his chest.

Draco sighed and stood up, "Hold up mate, I have to see this."

Blaise opened the door and stepped out. Draco followed him and stood in the doorway.

Blaise looked at Draco and smirked, "Those seventh years are going to be pissed they didn't think of this first."

He turned to the long empty corridor, took a breath, then took off in a sprint screaming, "RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN! TRY TO CATCH ME, I'M NAKED, MAN!"

Draco watched in amusement as door after door flew open and heads popped out just in time to see a nude blur whiz by. He smirked and started following the path of unclothed wonder.

"I'd better follow the idiot and make sure he doesn't run into any prefects."


Harry sighed as he walked down the corridor.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I get so short tempered around my friends? Did they change… or did I?"

Harry didn't get to finish his mental debate because he was suddenly bowled over by the streaking blur.

"What the hell was that?" Harry said out loud in amazement.

"That would be Blaise getting his retarded arse in trouble beyond all reason," said a deep voice.

Harry looked up and saw Draco Malfoy standing over him holding out his hand. He looked suspiciously at the blond haired boy, but then slowly took his hand. Draco smiled helped Harry stand up.

"Umm… hey Malfoy."

"You can call me Draco."

Harry gave Draco an apprehensive look, "Why? I usually call you Malfoy and you call me Potter."

"Yea, I know. It's just… I'm… I'm fucking tired of this rivalry. You're not a bad person. I am. I was the one who was being a fuckhead. You see, I was thinking about things this summer and… well… I'm sorry."

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"You? You're sorry? Is this some trick to humiliate me? I mean, we've been at each other's throat's for years! Now, you suddenly want to be comrades? Is this a trap or something?"

"No Harry. It isn't. I'm just sick of this. I'd rather be friends than enemies."

Harry thought for a moment, and then slowly extended his hand out to Draco.

"Friends then?"

Draco smiled and shook Harry's hand.

"Friends."

Harry smiled slightly at Draco, "What are you doing out here?"

Draco laughed, "Well, I'm trying to follow Blaise and stop him before he reaches the prefects. Would you care to walk with me?"

Harry shrugged and started walking alongside Draco.

"So tell me Harry, what were you doing outside your compartment?"

Harry's stomach dropped, "I had an argument with my friends… well I'm not even sure if I can call them my friends. So much shit has happened over the summer. I've... just… changed."

Draco gave Harry a sympathetic look, "What happened to make the summer so terrible?"

Harry threw his arms in the air, "EVERYTHING! Every fucking thing! I had to spend all of it with my horrid relatives, not one of my friends sent me a letter, no one remembered my sixteenth birthday, and to top it all off, Hedwig was killed!"

"I'm really sorry about your owl. She seemed really sweet."

Harry nodded. "She was the greatest owl ever."

"I'm sorry that you had to stay with your relatives. I also know what it's like to have someone forget your birthday. In fact, I think that this is the third year in a row my mother's forgotten. And your friends… fuck them! They're jerkoffs anyway. Weasley is too stubborn and short tempered for his own good, and Granger too annoying and smart. She also needs to learn how to use a flat iron. I'm a guy and I even know how one works!"

Harry smiled and laughed. "I suppose. Tell me though, what really made you decide to be all nice?"

"Well, I'll just say that someone showed me… visions of the past and I saw how big of a jerk I was. I knew that I needed to change my attitude toward you. You didn't do anything to me in the first place."

Draco looked down the corridor and started laughing hysterically at what he saw. Blaise was holding onto the arm of one of the prefects. He started kissing it slowly and making loud wet sucking sounds.

"LE'ME GO! OH FOR GOD'S SAKE SOMEONE GET SOME PANTS FOR HIM!"

The miserable prefect tried to free his arm, but Blaise just held onto it tighter. Harry looked at the scene and ended up on the floor holding his sides.

"I know you want me Michael. Don't try to hide it," Blaise said in a sultry voice.

The prefect, now known as Michael, looked at him and screamed in horror.

Draco looked down at Harry. "Only one thing could make this moment perfect."

The second after those words had left his mouth a flash blinded him momentarily. He looked behind him and saw Colin Creevy standing there holding his camera with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Harry looked up at Draco. "The moment is now officially perfect."


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