Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.
Occultus means hidden and concealed
I decided to name the city this because it should send an air of mystery.
Draco had a smirk place on his face as he climbed up the marble steps to the Leaders home, excited at the thought of conquest.
He then noticed a beautiful young boy with black hair and stunning green eyes storming down the steps.
He stopped in his tracks. He couldn't stop staring at the boy and didn't move a muscle until the boy tripped.
Draco swooped in and caught the boy in arms. He noticed the boy had his eyes screwed shut and couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his cuteness.
The boy gazed up his beautiful green eyes up at Draco.
"Well hello, who are you?" Draco asked silkily giving a smirk.
The boy's face turned bright red and hastily pushed Draco's arms away standing up straight.
"Um-um. Sorry about that!" mumbled the boy.
"You haven't answered my question."
"Hm?"
"You. Who are you?" smiled Draco.
"Oh my name is Harry sir. Harry Potter," he mumbled not meeting his gaze.
"Pleasure to meet you," Draco nodded his head his smirk never leaving his features.
"Masster what a pretty thing you've met," the albino snake hissed in Draco's ear.
Harry gawped at Draco as if he grown a second head.
"What?" asked Draco.
"Did you just call me pretty?" Harry exclaimed a faint red blush on his cheeks.
"You. Heard that." Draco stated raising his eyebrows.
"Masster he can hear uss! He iss sspecial! Letss keep him! Pleasse masster?" the albino snaked cried gleefully.
Draco seemed to think about it. He liked the look of the boy.
Harry however looked at Draco as if he gone mad. 'What the hell?'
"Are you just a creepy pervert or something?" Harry yelled a little too loudly.
The green eyed boy decided to run off. He didn't trust Draco one bit.
"Aww masster...he esscaped usss." the albino snake hissed sadly.
"We will deal with him later my pet, for now we have bigger things on our mind,"
Cornelius Fudge resided in his comfy armchair with a glass of port in his hand. His surroundings were rich and luxirous with a warm fire gently glowing in the room.
But then again with the amount of money he was getting from the kingdom of Gryffindor and the taxes from Occultus. How could he not be in a lavished and exspensive house.
His life has certainly made a turn for the better. He grew up as a poor boy and only got lucky when he landed a job as an assistant to the King's advisor, when the advisor died of old age he became the advisor himself.
Then six years ago during the tradgedy to the King's consort, King Lucius went into a depressed state and never left the castle. Not that Cornelius tried to convince him otherwise.
Especially since Albus the King of Gryffindor helped him realise if King Luciuis stayed in that state. That it would be Fudge that gains power. Obviously the Prince is far too young to care about such matters as these. Hell his father probably have killed him by now.
Not that Fudge wanted that to happen. But more over he wouldn't like to think about it.
Fudge sipped a bit more of his port. Everything was perfect for him.
Suddenly the fire died out. Leaving the room bleak.
Fudge grumbled as he got up from his armchair setting aside his port. How did the fire die out so quickly?
He muttered a simple fire starting spell causing the warmth of the fire to return. He went to sit back down.
But the fire died again and this time something made his glass of port crash and splatter all over the floor.
"What the?" Fudge grabbed an nearby umbrella in defense and began branishing it as if it was a sword.
"Come on out show yourself!"
A cold chuckle reached Fudge's ears. As a young male stepped forward in the shadows.
"Who's there? Who are you?" Fudge demanded angrily.
The young male smirked.
"Who am I? I am the rightful ruler to the throne," drawled the blonde male approaching him.
"How dare you! I should have you kn-" Fudge was silenced as a crowd of snakes began binding his feet and hands together.
"I should have you know Fudge. I am the rightful heir to the throne. And although I appreciate you intelligent service," the boy drawled sarcastily.
"It is time to claimed back my place,"
"P-prince Draco?" Fudge stuttered pathetically.
"That is me," Draco nodded looking down at him.
"My god! I'm so sorry! It wasn't me! It was King Dumbledore's idea! I didn't want to be apart of it! Please, please forgive me!"
Draco highly considered kicking the snivelling man in the face. But when he looked at the portly little man with grey ruffled hair again. He came to realise something.
He didn't seem like the monster the peasants were making out to be.
But rather a bumbling foolish coward.
"Ah, so you realise your crimes? Very well I shall grant you you mercy,"
"Oh thank you sire, thank you! I will be forever grateful! Thank you!"
"You shall be sentenced to two years in Azkaban,"
Fudge's face paled and mouth opened in horror. He highly resembled a fish out of water.
"A-a-azkaban? I won't survive there! I'll die there!"
True, Azkaban was a cruel dark place.
Hidden on a remote island, although most people would say if they've been there they didn't really need water or walls to keep the prisoners in, most of them go insane by fear and is quite rightly described as hell on Earth.
The most notorious criminals resided there from all the kingdoms. Though iit didn't matter where you were from.
Because it didn't matter there.
"For treason Fudge? I am being kind. You should be thankful I give you a chance to live and redeem yourself rather than kill you on the spot!"
The man was dragged away by the snakes. While Draco decided to make himself known.
As Fudge slid slowly away due to his weight guards dressed in a pale green uniform rushed into the room, "Stay where you are!"
Draco turned to glare at them cooly. The guards stopped in their tracks staring at the man being dragged away by snakes.
One of the guards named Kingsley stepped forward.
"I recognise you, your a Malfoy aren't you?"
"That is is correct,"
"Have you finally decided to take your rightful place on the throne?"
"Yes, unfortunately my father has yet to retain his,"
"Then you have my loyalty,"
The young prince was surpised at this and expected the guards to be more loyal to Fudge.
Kingsley seemed to read his mind.
"Most of us aren't in support of frauds, sire. We only followed him because we had too,"
The other guards behind him nodded in support. Draco smiled.
Perhaps gaining power wasn't going to be as difficult as he thought it would be.
The next morning Harry was cold and hungry. He sat in the corner on the street breathing on his freezing knuckles in a desperate attempt to make them warmer.
He then noticed several happy people in the street running through. Until a grey haired man turned to him and said "Today is not a day to be sad my dear boy! It is a happy happy day!"
Harry decided to follow the crowd in curiosity, as the crowd gathered he could barely see the blonde boy up on the balcony up high above everyone else.
"My people of Occultus, there is a new leader now. I the crown prince Draco Malfoy has now taken the opportunity to regain my rightful place on the throne!"
The crowd murmured excitedly at the thought of a new leader.
"What about Fudge?" asked a man in the crowd.
"Cornelius Fudge has been dealt with in a fair punishment, I shall try and fix the mess he has made to this kingdom,"
The crowd cheered in sheer joy finally justice was coming for the last few years of heartache.
Draco noticed Harry in the crowd.
"Masster! Pleassse can you take him? He is a ssspecial boy! We need to know why he hearsss usss" the albino snake rasped in his ear.
Draco considered this. Harry was very beautiful, although Draco hasn't met many people his own age, the boy fansinated him and Draco wanted to know more about him.
He considered it a bit strange if he just waltsed up to him and ask him to come inside the palace with him, so he quietly ordered of the guards to escort him to the palace.
Harry's stomach lurched as he saw Draco up above. There was something about him he couldn't quite put his finger on.
But he certainly didn't trust him.
"Hey you!" yelled a softly gruff voice. Harry's head turned towards the voice.
He saw a person slightly taller, quite large and fat in size. He hardly had any neck, thick gorrilla arms, a flat nose and black hair in a bowl pudding styled haircut.
Harry instantly thought of his cousin Dudley.
"Yes?" Harry asked politely as he could noticing the guards uniform.
Though he wasn't afraid to stand up for himself he knew to be careful around the guards.
"His majesty Prince Draco Malfoy has requested your presence," grunted the guard.
"Although I am flattered by the request...I'm afraid I'll have to decline I have other important thing to do,"
The guard just huffed and grabbed by the scruff of the neck and carried him under his arm.
Harry was enraged at this and attempted to stuggle every step of the way gaining some odd looks by the crowd.
Draco was sat in the comfy arm chair. He gazed at his surroundings and quite frankly hated them.
It looked...far too strange. The wallpaper was decorated in swirls of purple and lime green.
His thoughts about burning off the wallpaper was interrupted as Harry was flung into the room landing on the floor.
"Here he is your majesty," grunted the guard.
The prince stared down at Harry's roughed up appearance before snapping his head to the guard angrily.
"What did you do? Sit on him? Take better care of our guests Crabbe!"
The guard left the room not wanting to cause any more trouble.
Draco gazed at Harry with a small smile on his lips.
"What's this is about?" Harry asked angrily.
The young prince raised his eyebrows in surpise.
"Nothing, I would like to know you better that's all," Draco said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Uh-huh," Harry nodded obviously not believing him.
The albino snake slithered down Draco's sleeve and crawled up Harry's leg till she finally reached his shoulder.
"Hello boy," whispered the snake.
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "H-hello?"
"Sso it iss true! You can underssstand me,"
Harry's eyes flicked to Draco who was watching in keen interest.
"I guess so..." Harry muttered back in parsel tongue without realising it.
Draco rested his chin on his hand trying to assess this boy and his talent. To him it seem sweeter that he didn't realise his talents.
"Boy how have you came to be to learn parseltongue?"
"Parseltongue?"
"The language of the sssnakes my dear boy! How iss it that you can undersstand me without a sspell?" rasped the albino snake.
"I don't know, how can I speak a language when I don't even realise I'm speaking it,"
"This calls for an investagation," Draco smoothly said in parseltongue.
Harry paused to look at Draco. The albino snake slithered back to Draco.
"Look Harry was it? Please stay here for a few days,"
"Why should I stay here?"
"Do you have anywhere else to go?" the prince responded sharply.
"I still don't want to," Harry replied stubbornly "You can't force me to stay,"
"I can if I wanted too," Draco responded cooly "I am not saying you should stay here forever, but I would like to make a friend of you,"
"Why?" the green eyed boy asked suspiciously.
"Because you fascinate me. Plus I would like to know how you required the gift of parseltongue wouldn't you?"
Harry thought about it, thinking about it. He has little dwellings on his true hertiage.
Perhaps with the young Prince's help he could finally have the answers he's looking for about his past.
Something Sirius and Remus seem unwilling to talk about.
Draco stuck out his hand offering friendship.
"Friends?"
Harry stared at the hand for a short time before finally taking it and shook. But it didn't remove the troubled look on his face.
"Friends for now,"
"That's all I ask for Harry," smirked Draco
A/N: Okay to clear up any messes. People do use spells in this story. However usually they have some level of importance in society. For example Cornelius Fudge would know basic spells because he has
some form of power. Though he ISN'T powerful enough to deflect royalty. Since really he isn't supposed to be in the position he is in.
Yes the Dursleys shall rear their ugly heads in this story too.
Of course Harry won't trust just Draco yet. Regardless of shaking his hand.