Chapter 1 Prologue

Author's note This is a Drarry Story

The day that the books entered his life was an ordinary enough one for Harry Potter. As ordinary as it could be, anyway, for a sixteen year old Wizard who had to save the entire world. Currently, the raven-haired teen had retreated into his own personal sanctuary, away from prying eyes and questions and numerous other obligations that he had. No, right now he refused to be Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Here and now, in the Room of Requirement, with the one person that he would've sworn he loved the most out of anyone else on the entire planet, the young teen was simply Harry. And that seemed perfectly fine to his platinum blonde lover.

Draco Malfoy's lips were on his, and their arms were wrapped around each other's waists as the two fought with their tongues over dominance of the other. Harry would have been a big, fat liar if he'd tried to pretend he didn't care for or enjoy this. But at the moment, he couldn't be bothered to keep up with their facade, which had dropped not even a second after they'd entered the room for a proper snog. Maybe a quick shag too, if they were lucky enough, thought Harry blissfully as he kissed Draco back.

The gloriously delicious little makeout session might have continued, if Harry hadn't completely lost his footing. In his haste to try to lead his lover over to the soft, fluffy bed on the far side of the room, he'd managed to trip over some unknown object on the ground. A cry of surprise escaped from his lips, and he was lucky enough that Draco's arms had been wrapped so tightly around him, or else his face would have been met with the cruel, unforgiving floor below him instead of Draco's soft chest.

"Harry," Draco quickly helped Harry find his footing again, though he seemed just as surprised by Harry's unexpected fall as Harry himself was. "You alright, love?"

"Yeah, fine," Harry released the instinctual death grip he'd had around Draco, and turned around to see just what he'd managed to trip over. And that was when he'd gotten the absolute shock of his life.

On the ground just behind him were what had originally been a stack of seven books that were now simply spread out on the ground in some disarray from Harry's fall. But that wasn't what struck Harry as odd about the books. No. What was odd about them was the fact that they all had his name on the front cover of them, including one that had an envelope attached to its cover.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Harry asked, jaw dropping in some shock as he stared down at the books.

"Yeah, don't touch them," Draco barked back, striding past Harry and towards the books. "They could be dangerous. You know. There's all kinds of weird things in the Room of Requirement that really shouldn't be messed with."

"Well I'm at least going to read the letter," Harry replied. "It has my name on it." And before Draco could protest, Harry had pulled out his wand, pointed it at the letter, and called out, "Accio letter!"

The letter flew towards him, and he caught it in his free hand.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone?" Draco read out the title from one of the books with a frown on his face. "Wasn't that in First Year?" He asked, glancing up at Harry, whose heart had begun to pound faster as he really took in the titles on the books: Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince, and Deathly Hallows. Seven books. Seven years at Hogwarts. Harry wondered if the last two books told the present and future.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, Harry opened the envelope, pulled out its corresponding letter, and began to read.

Harry,

If you're reading this now, it means that you've received the books as well as my letter. Please note that there is no dark magic contained within any of the books I've sent, or this letter. Also please note that the books can only be read properly with three other people in the room with you: Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. If any one of them is missing, the books can still be opened, but their pages will be blank. I've also gone ahead and placed a spell that will ensure that the books can only be read in order, from your First to your Seventh Year.

As for the reason I've sent these back to you. All seven of these books have been worked tirelessly on so that you and those you hold closest to you will be able to more efficiently stop the upcoming war.

Trust your friends, Harry. They will help guide you through these dark times.

Harry stared at the letters on the page, face twisted with concentration. Did he want his friends, as well as the man he loved, to read about his entire life? No. Not particularly. But what if there was something within the pages of these books that could help him learn how to stop Voldemort? Not to mention, somehow help Draco get out of the mission he was being forced to perform for Voldemort, one that he was stubbornly keeping secret from Harry?

"Right," he decided, handing the note to Draco to read. "Stay here. I'm going to go find Ron and Hermione."

"And just how are we going to explain me being here for this?" Draco asked, turning a heated look towards Harry.

"Right. Forgot about that," Harry muttered, ignoring the look from Draco that was clearly meant to say, Oh really? I'd never have guessed.

"Don't look at me like that," Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Look, I'll just tell them I saw you sneaking in here and followed you in or something. You know, to spy on you or whatever. And then we stumbled over the books and I reluctantly agreed to let you stay here to read with us. How's that?"

"Not bad," Draco replied, a smirk making its way onto his face as he approached Harry. "Just hurry back, love," his voice was a ghost of a whisper as he leaned in close to Harry's face. "I don't like being kept waiting." And with that, he pecked Harry on the lips, smirking even more at Harry's flushed face.

"You're lucky I love you," Harry muttered, but they both knew it was an empty threat as he walked out of the room.