Chapter 1

The rest of the story will be based from 6th year onwards, beginning in the following chapter with the sectumsempra scene. Again, I don't own any of the characters, the Harry Potter characters are based off the books and Loki is based off Marvel. There will be the violence that comes with the sectumsempra scene in this chapter, though not much. Still, if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip ahead.

As usual, please leave any constructive criticism you might have and let me know if you spot any mistakes. Enjoy!

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Draco looked across the hall to see Potter talking to Katie Bell hurriedly. He felt his stomach drop. Potter must have felt his eyes on him as he looked up, making eye contact with Draco for a split second, before Draco, paler than usual, turned on his heel and ran.

What had he done? He made a mistake. They made a mistake. They shouldn't have chosen him. They knew that he didn't know what he was doing. They were going to kill him. They were going to kill his family. He was going to be forced to kill his family, and then himself. They were going to skin him alive. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to die.

These thoughts raced through his head as his feet took him to the only place where he felt safe, that he could talk to somebody and not worry about who they were going to tell. As he raced towards the girl's bathroom on the third floor, that last word echoed through his head. Die.

He sprinted through the door and practically collapsed before the mirror, his pale fingers clutching at the porcelain sink, as one would clutch at a raft on a sinking ship. Tears streamed down his face as he sobs racked his body, the sink supporting almost all of his weight under his shaking arms. No one came to comfort him, as Myrtle had gone down the pipes. He was completely and utterly alone, and not just in the physical sense. In fact, not in the physical sense at all.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching from behind him.

He looked into the mirror, hopeful that he would see the pearly sheen of Myrtles reflection floating behind him, ready to listen to his troubles, but his eyes darkened as he saw Potter walking in, wand pointed at his back.

Rage filled every ounce of his being as he grabbed his wand and lashed out, firing off the first spell that came to mind. He turned and darted behind the stalls. He would not, could not, allow Potter to take his life away from him.

He and Potter duelled, dancing in and out between stalls, firing off spells where they could, running where they couldn't, until eventually, Potter caught him out.

"Sectumsempra!" Potter yelled, and Draco fell to the ground, limp.

Potter ran over as blood began to ooze from all over Draco's body. He then swung around in panic as he heard the footsteps of professor Snape approaching. Snape observed the scene, then rushed to Draco's aid, performing healing spells as quickly as possible.

Potter turned and fled.

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White.

That's all Draco saw as he lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. Then, things began to come into focus. He found himself in the hospital wing, feeling dazed and aching all over. He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't.

"Ah, you're awake" an unfamiliar voice stated, sounding pleased with himself.

The face of a boy, about the same age as Draco appeared above him. He had pale skin, slicked back black hair and green eyes. His pointed nose and high cheekbones gave his face the appearance of being somewhat aerodynamic.

Draco attempted to sit up yet again, failing just as much as the first time.

"No, don't try to move or anything." The boy stated coolly, "You'll only hurt yourself more than you already have. Would you like a drink?"

Draco tried to open his mouth to answer, but the boy quickly clapped his hand over his mouth.

"No, don't go trying to talk. You'll sound like a half dead toad trying to sing opera. Blink once for no, twice for yes." He said

Draco did his best not to look offended and blinked twice. It's probably best to be on good terms with the person who is, apparently, looking after him. He wondered what had happened to Madame Pomphrey.

The boy slowly and carefully poured the drink into his mouth, chattering along as if he did this every day.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to know what happened. Potter attacked you, Snape took you here, Madame Pomphrey healed you and she's in her office now. Boring." The boy stated matter-of-factly.

Draco looked at him quizzically. Boring? What does he mean boring? He nearly died!

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic. It wasn't that bad. Anyway, that's nothing compared to me. I'm not actually here you see."

Draco blinked. Draco did not see.

"Oh, I'm here, just not here to anyone else. You're the only one that can see me. So I am here, but also not here."

So Draco did see. He could see the boy. Which was really the problem, essentially. His eyes widened. Had he gone mad? Was this his fate? Would he spend the rest of his life rambling about the boy with green eyes in St Mungos? Draco began to panic.

"Calm down. It's not you, it's me." the boy smirked, sensing Draco's panic. "I do exist outside of your head, you know. It's just that I am not visible to others."

Draco looked puzzled.

"I'm Loki, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Suddenly, it all made sense.

The stories. The stories his mother told him as a child. They were all true. All of it! They were real! The gods, the mortals, the elves, everyone! Loki, the god of mischief was standing at his bedside! That's why no one else could see him. Because he's the god of mischief.

Draco was about to say something, he wasn't sure what, when Madame Pomphrey burst into the room.

"You're awake! Good, good, that's good. Let's have a look at you then." She mumbled to herself as she strode over to the bed. She pulled back the blankets and checked his bandages.

"Why, it's a miracle! You should be as good as new in no time." She comments as she takes the bandages off.

"You'll need to take your medicine twice daily," she told him as she pushed a bottle of pills into his hands, "and minimal exercise. That means no quidditch!"

Draco yet again tried to move, and yet again failed.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot! Finite Incantatem. There, you should be fine now." She said with a smile.

Draco slowly sat up and cautiously began to move. All seemed to be in order, so Draco muttered a quick "thank you" (which did indeed sound like a dead toad trying to sing opera) before hurrying out the door with his medicine.

He paused, as he realized that he was being followed. He turned around to find Loki standing behind him, nonchalantly inspecting his nails.

"So, where are we going then?" Loki asked merrily.

"Bed." was Draco's grumbled reply. He was going to have a long sleep. He could deal with the god walking behind him in the morning.