A/N: Sorry this update had taken so long! This chapter wasn't as long as I was hoping it to be, but I hope it satisfies your expectations for now. This chapter will be in Draco's POV, so you Draco lovers enjoy! Here's another installment of Welcoming Darkness.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter series, all belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling.

Draco Malfoy honestly did not know what to make of Damon Potter's younger and Darker sibling.

Harry Potter ,with his enigmatic persona and mysterious aura, was.. intriguing. Unarguably an understatement.

When in comparison, Harry Potter and Damon Potter looked nothing alike, including their personalities.

Where Damon was bulky, Harry was slender. Where Damon was muscled, Harry was lithe. Where Damon was reckless, Harry was cunning.

The twins were as opposite as night and day and Draco sincerely appreciated said fact.

Draco, after receiving his new wand and holster, had retreated to the corner of the store to observe.

As each Slytherin found the right wand, each would retreat somewhere to the front of the store and wait for the remaining.

The number slowly trickled down until only one remained: Harry Potter.

Draco's silvery grey eyes settled on the short and slender form, calculating.

Mentally thanking his father and mother for teaching him a few basic spells, Draco cast a quick Listening Charm to the front, the conversation between the wand master and Harry becoming clearly audible.

"Shall we see which wand will choose you?"

Harry stared right into Mr. Silicino's eyes with unnerving eyes of his own.

"Of course."

Draco tilted his head slightly as he saw Theo come forward to stand beside Harry, staring at him with a seemingly emotionless expression until he looked up.

"What's wrong, Theo?"

Draco was surprised that there was something wrong, and that Harry had picked up on said thing just by looking Theo's usually perfect mask.

Theo shook his head slowly.

"It's nothing, Harry." His voice was emotionless and tight.

Draco saw Harry turn all the way towards Theo, his emerald eyes softening. Draco was taken aback by the raven's show of intimate emotion.

"Theo, we have been best friends for quite a long time. I know that face. What's bothering you?"

Draco could hear Theo heave a sigh, giving a blatant sign that indeed there was something wrong. His eyes stared down into the green.

"I don't know, Harry. It's just.. I'm worried."

Draco paused his thoughts, his body stilling.

What would Theo be worried about? Is there something secret going on with his family that he couldn't tell the rest of them? Or is it something more private?

Harry's face remained emotionless, though Theo seemed to read in to his emotions quite well.

A hint of worry appeared on said boy's face, his mask broken.

"About..?"

Theo swallowed audibly, looking away from his searching gaze.

"About what you were telling me earlier back at the manor. At first, it sounded amazing for you to become a fully Dark wizard by becoming a Master," understanding finally dawned on Harry's face,"but what if you can't-"

Harry held up a hand, silencing the raving Nott, turning his face to look into his eyes once again.

"Do not worry, my friend. We'll talk about this at a different time, but not here."

Theo bit his lip, but nodded gravely in understanding.

Draco's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open at the conversation.

Harry Potter was trying to become a Master? Which means he was highly educated in the Dark Arts..

Draco inwardly smiled.

He had always wanted a friend who could keep up with his knowledge in all subjects, but most definitely the Dark Arts.

Draco's father had educated him in the subject since he was small, far more deeply than any of his other soon-to-be Slytherin friends.

But what if he rejects me like his brother had?

Draco flashed back to when he had met Damon at a Ministry thrown holiday Gala around a year ago.

Their fathers were engaged in a very much forceful conversation complete with fake smiles on James's part and strained words on Lucius's.

Draco had offered his hand, murmuring an introduction to the famous Boy-Who-Lived.

Instead of taking the hand, the boy had looked away, hiding behind his parents in favor of conversing with Draco and shaking his head slowly, almost apologetically.

He snapped back to the present, only to find Harry saying something about discussing the subject later, reassurance in his tone.

Draco cancelled the charm as the wand maker arrived with box-laden arms, finished with peaking in on others' privacy.

He took a deep breath, calming his fast-beating heart.

Shoving the nervousness aside, Draco decided he would confide in with Harry and hopefully bring the two closer.

Exiting Knockturn Alley, everyone split up into smaller groups with the promise of meeting back at Fortescue's for ice cream in approximately one hour.

As Theo attempted to join Harry, said boy shook his head.

Before Theo could argue, Harry silenced his protests with one look.

Draco and Blaise watched the exchange, curious yet unwilling to question his decision.

As Theo slunk over with a sullen expression on his face, Draco saw Harry disappear back into Knockturn Alley.

Draco bit his lip and weighed his options, not wanting to make a decision like a thoughtless Gryffindor.

Eventually the opportunity to find more about the mysterious Potter outweighed the danger.

Draco broke off from Theo and Blaise, murmuring an excuse he knew they couldn't argue with.

He entered the alley again, the shadows immediately swallowing his form.

Draco hurriedly passed the beginning shops, glancing around with narrowed eyes, looking for any sign of the raven.

As he turned a corner, he abruptly ran into something; Draco, recoiling with horror, realized it was a body.

A cold fist wrapped itself around his heart, fear pumping through his body.

Draco's father had told him to never associate, much less talk to another shopper in Knockturn Alley; it was a pure and simple way of asking for trouble.

Draco was about to apologize as profusely as he could (being a Malfoy and all) before he heard a soft laugh.

"Hello, Draco. Might I ask why you are following me?"

Draco stole a glance to the person who he had ran in to to find a smirking Harry.

He cleared his throat as a wave of relief swept over him, mustering as much dignity he had left. His heart still beat rather fast.

"I wasn't trying to stalk you, if that's what you're asking. I wanted to have a chat, Harry."

Harry must of read the earnestness in Draco's eyes before finally giving a nod of consent.

"I see. Before we must have this chat, I-"

Draco cut in, knowing that if Draco put this off any bit longer than the very little inner Gryffindor courage he had gathered would dissipate.

"Actually, Harry, I really need to talk to you. I apologize for the rudeness."

Harry gazed at him, his emerald eyes searching the steel grey ones.

Finally, he said,"If it is that urgent, then I can afford to put off my tasks for a while. Please, follow me."

Harry pulled on Draco's sleeve, pulling him closer to his body as he walked to the right side of the path.

Eerily smirking wizards and frightening cackling witches passed the two, though not one bothered to even acknowledge them.

The shadowy buildings steadily became more crumbling and bare, the shoppers becoming far more creepy with each step they took.

Harry stopped, passing a dark cloak over to Draco.

"Draco, slip this on. It will permit you to become invisible. Follow me unless I give you different instruction."

Harry slipped on a pitch black cloak, fastening the clip at his throat and pulling the hood up in one smooth motion.

Draco immediately slipped on the cloak, reveling at the fact that his body was gone.

He felt a slight pull on the fabric before Harry took off again, his posture straightening to his full height.

A witch suddenly stepped over in front of Harry, switching the lanes quickly.

Her skin was pulled taut over her sunken features and a mad grin stretched out across her face, her feverish eyes surveying the boy with something akin to.. hunger.

"Is it the Raven? Could it possibly be you?"

Draco shivered at her grating voice but was slightly worried at the eerie fascination shining through.

"Yes, it is. I would appreciate if you kindly continued your way. I have an appointment to attend to and therefore do not have time for your childish games, Henia."

Harry's voice was icily cold and commanding, a voice that should not belong to an eleven-year-old.

Henia let out an insane yet grating laugh.

"What ever your wish is, it is my command."

She thankfully stepped out of the way, her eyes still trailing Harry's back even after he gave a nod of appreciation.

Finally the pair seemed to reach their destination which turned out to be a small, abandoned shop complete with planks of hammered wood covering the windows and door, permitting anyone from entering. The outside looked to be dirty and grey, the plaster crumbling.

Harry slipped under one of the hammered planks blocking the door, his finger motioning for Draco to do the same.

As he did, Draco was not at all prepared for the sight that he had saw.

Instead of the rotting inside of the house with dust on every surface and broken remnants littering the floor that Draco had imagined, there was plush emerald green carpet with silver furniture and hangings.

A queen sized bed with silky black sheets and a black comforter stood at one end and a mini kitchen sat next to that area, the bed perfectly made and the kitchen sparkling.

In front of the unlit fireplace sat two silver armchairs and an all glass table between the ensemble.

Harry unfastened his cloak and carefully put the fabric on the back of one armchair, motioning for Draco to do the same with his invisibility cloak.

Draco appeared in view once again, his grey eyes looking around the room in wonder.

"Sometimes when I couldn't stand to sleep in the Potter residence, I would reside here for a night or two."

Harry gestured to the armchair Draco had put his cloak over, telling him to sit.

"Relax, Draco. I don't bite."

With that, Harry walked to the kitchen to prepare a tray of tea.

He returned to his armchair in little time, placing the tray on the glass table that stood between them.

As Harry sipped on a cup of tea, his forest green eyes surveyed him without much expression.

"Now tell me, Draco, what is on your mind."

Draco took a deep breath, considering how to begin.

"Well, Harry. I cannot say I do regret the action i did, though I do know it was wrong. I had placed a Listening Charm on your's and Theo's conversation at the wand shop. It was the particular conversation when Theo was voicing his worries," Draco paused, inspecting Harry to see his reaction to this news to find his face unnervingly expressionless.

"I did indeed hear what he was worried about and I must say that only one so educated in the Dark Arts would even know how to become a Master, much less retrieve your emotions once again. Harry, I have never had another friend that I could relate to when coming to the subject of Dark Arts for the rest were never drilled in the subject. Until I happened upon you. I'd like to get to know you better, Harry, and hopefully we could become closer in our friendship."

Draco couldn't bring himself to steal a glance at Harry; never had he voiced his intentions and emotions like that so bluntly and to another person before.

"Draco, please look at me."

Hesitantly, Draco raised his silvery eyes from the object he had settled on to meet Harry's emerald eyes. He found a surprising warmth in the filling the depths.

"Draco. I as well had never had another person much less someone my age to relate to when studying the Dark Arts. It would be my pleasure to proceed the subject with someone like you for I know any person who even understood what Theo was referring to is already highly skilled and educated. I also hope to become gradually closer as our time together adds on. I accept Draco Malfoy's offer of exclusive friendship as I offer."

Draco, still partially dazed from what harry had just said, repeated the ancient pureblood phrase.

"I accept with gratitude."

Harry gave a smile, leaning back in his chair and sipping his tea with a content look on his face.

"If I may ask, why is it that you came to Knockturn Alley and refused Theo after he tried to tag along?"

Harry shrugged, the picture of nonchalance.

"As I was talking to that witch, I really wasn't lying when I said I have an appointment. Now that I think about it, I think it would benefit you as well if you came along. It is a personal matter, but one I don't feel the need to keep from you; the rest of your friends are not to be informed of said business though. Would you like to go, or -"

Draco smirked, his steels eyes staring into Harry's own emerald.

"I would be honored."

After Harry had loaned him a regular black cloak like the one he sported, he led Draco to a small unnoticeable shop nestled in a heavily shadowed corner. The windows were heavily dark with what appeared to be thick curtains and the door was a dark wood.

As Draco shot him a questioning look, Harry motioned with his head to watch.

Harry raised a fist to the door, rapping three times, pausing, and rapping six.

The door opened to reveal a witch.

She looked to be the definition of the word 'sultry'.

The witch had long dark brown hair that curled into perfect ringlets and large, beautiful golen eyes. Her lips were red and pouty and her face was a flawless porcelain. She wore a beautiful green dress complete with a black cloak of her own.

That was the last person Draco had expected him to see.

As the witch laid her partially tilted golden eyes on Harry, her lips tilted up into a wide, perfect smile.

"Harry, what a pleasure to see you. Please come in," her eyes eventually wandered over to Draco's still form,"A Malfoy dare come into Knockturn without a guardian? And in the care of Harry Potter? How interesting. Do come in as well, Heir."

Draco ignored the comment but stayed relatively close to Harry was he entered the shop.

The small room was dim but comfortable looking. Every surface was covered with an elegant black silk table cloth and the furniture were soft, sleek leather. There was a touch of red here and there, the atmosphere of the room calm yet heady.

Harry and Draco sat on a small couch across from an armchair where the witch took a seat.

"I am glad to see you again, Harry. Thank you for being on time."

Her smile was aimed at the seemingly emotionless boy sitting next to Draco.

"Of course. It is quite shameful to be late, don't you think?" he gave a low chuckle,"and I do believe it is a pleasure to see you again as well, Madam Rose."

Madam Rose gave a flowing laugh.

"That I agree, Harry. I am sorry to pry, but it is very unusual for you to let anyone come along with personal matters such as this; why is it you decide to change the pattern?"

Harry met her golden eyes with his own, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You know me well, Madam Rose. Maybe a bit too well for my taste. To answer your question, I believe Draco here would benefit from this meeting as much as I; you see, we have decided to continue studying the Dark Arts as a partnership."

Madam Rose raised an eyebrow, her blood red nails tapping lightly on the arm of her chair.

"The Malfoy Heir? And is he going to become a fully Dark wizard as well?"

As Harry spoke a definite 'no', Draco spoke a strong 'yes'.

Harry's confused emeralds met Draco's determined greys. Immediately, Harry understood. A smile grew on his lips.
"I am.. sorely mistaken. Yes, Draco seeks to become Dark as well," Harry said slowly, his eyes never leaving Draco's.
Madam Rose raised her eyebrows, her golden eyes interested.

"Ah, is that so? And can the Malfoy Heir actually complete the transition? Will he dare go beyond the planes of redemption?"

Harry's eyes burned into the gold.

"I do believe he is capable, yes."

Madam Rose's scarlet lips twisted into a smirk.

"If you do believe he is, then I have no choice but to believe as well. It is not every day you deem a person an equal," she turned her smirk and eyes on Draco,"you shouldn't take his exception lightly, Malfoy Heir. I am still quite amazed he would accept a partnership with another person."

Harry's voice sliced through her thought.

"We did not come here for a counseling session, Madam Rose. We have come for the Dark Art tomes we have agreed on."

She bowed her head and gracefully stood up, retreating to one of the shadowed shelves of books.

As soon as she was out of hearing range, Draco turned to Harry with a blank face.

"Harry, I apologize for including myself in your plan, it's just-"

Harry shook his head, aiming a puzzled smile in his direction.

"I'm not upset, Draco. I'm actually quite.. glad. It's always nice to find a person who thinks like me, isn't it?"

Draco gave a small smile, his stormy eyes lightening a shade.

"I agree."

Madam Rose, after a few moments, returned with two large black books that was clearly old.
The pages were worn and the titles were nearly unidentifiable.

Harry nodded appreciatively and retrieved thirty gallions, handing them over as he accepted the large tomes.
"Thank you for the purchase, Harry. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Malfoy Heir. Take care of him, will you?" Madam Rose purred, a lilt in her tone.

A dust of pink tinged Draco's cheeks, his eyes narrowed at the woman.

"My pleasure, Madam Rose. Please do not embarrass any more of my friends, if you please." Harry's tone was lightly amused as he looked on Draco's blush.

Madam Rose gave a laugh as Harry and Draco retreated to the door. Draco felt a light hand on his shoulder.

He turned around with a confused frown, though all expression cleared from his face as he heard her words.

"I meant what I said, Heir. It's magnificently rare he entrust another person like this. Please make sure he stays out of too much trouble whilst at Hogwarts, especially with that old fool as the Headmaster."

Draco gave a brief nod, his eyes flaring.

She laughed lightly as she finally pushed him out of the door.

"Pleasure doing business with you. Do come again!"

The door closed with with a firm 'click'.

As soon as it was quiet once again, Harry turned interrogative eyes on him, the emerald bright and unnervingly intense. His tone was accusing and suspicious.

"What did she tell you, Draco?"

Draco's eyes were wide as he painfully swallowed in the dead silence.

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