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Chapter one.-
6 months before.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. The anger he felt was unbearable and it was necessary for him to calm down before he did what he was about to do. He had waited all his life for this chance and nothing would stop him from making his wish reality, not when he had the power to make it happen. Checking once more the Marauder Map in his hands, he turned a corner and mentally traced his way to reach that person. He took a deep breath, cleared his mind and began running as fast as he could.
"Harry! What are you doing? Wait!!"
He cursed. A glimpse of fiery red hair, combined with the soft panting told him it was Ginny. He knew she was innocent, but as innocent as an ignorant person could be. That didn't stop him from running even faster, going through unused halls to lose her. He prefered if he didn't have to hurt someone but as he reached for his wand, he told himself that there was no turning back, and he could not hesitate to hurt anyone interfering his path towards freedom.
Once he reached the doors to the Great Hall, he stopped in his tracks and looked at the map, cheking anyone that may have followed him. What he saw made him frown lightly. He had lost Ginny, but in turn had run into one Hermione Granger. He turned around, wand pointing at the bushy-haired girl.
Hermione began taking slow stepes, the wand hand hiding behind her robes and the other one in front of her.
"Harry, what are you doing? Why are you running? Are you looking for Dumbledore? Don't worry, he will be back in a few minutes and then you can-"
A red light hitting her square in her chest stopped that sentence. She fell to the ground with a graceless thud, completely stunned.
"Meddling bitch." Spat Harry. Seven years believeing in that friendship, and never realising her true intentions.
After a very satisfying kick to her body, Harry cursed again. Hermione had said that Dumbledore was returning in a few minutes, and that meant that he knew about him.
Looking at the map again, he resumed his running and quikly made his way into the forest.
He had been thinking about his choice for quite some time. It was, after so much thinking, that he came to the conclusion that that person was the only one that would free him in the safest way. As he neared the point of meeting, he clutched his wand, nervous and anxious of what he was about to do.
He reached a big clearing, bright green grass everywhere but not a trace of the forest's trees. Right in the middle of the clear was a rock, used as support by none other than Draco Malfoy, who was sitting comfortably with his legs crossed and a book placed in his knees.
Harry looked at the map, and frowned when he saw the dot of Albus Dumbledore and his suppossed friends, close to the clear. He had little time. With that in mind, he quickly made his way until he was in front of Malfoy, who by now had closed the book and had a wand pointed at Harry's chest.
"What is it Potter? You are interrupting my pleasure reading." He sneered. Here he was, at the only place he could momentarily find peace and Potter just had to find it.
Said Potter had the nerve to smile. Well, fuck him, he was in no mood to be tolerant and was just about to hex him when Potter did something unimaginable: he kneeled.
Draco raised a fine eyebrow. "Sorry Potter, I'm not into blokes."
"You prat, it's not that."
Draco raised the other eyebrow. Since when had they become so familiar? Bloody Potter couldn't even try to sound insulting.
Harry was about to talk when something red hit the rock, just a few inches right next to Malfoy's head, followed by an angry screech.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, IN YOUR KNEES, SMILING AT DRACO FUCKING MALFOY!"
"Now, now, Ginny, there was no need for the spell. Mr. Malfoy, as a prefect you should now that going into the forbidden forest without explicit permission is against school rules. Same for you, Mr. Potter."
The both turned at the voices. In the edge of the clearing, right in the path that Harry had taken to get to Malfoy, was Albus Dumbledore and Ginny Weasley standing, the latter glaring with a killing intent and the former calmly looking at the situation.
Draco turned at Potter. Damn the old man, he was going to hex Potter until next week. Now he would never have the chance of ever finding peace. What he saw, however, was a frowning Potter that kept opening and closing his mouth.
"Are you a fish, Potter? You certaintly look like one."
Harry closed his mouth and with a determined look in his face, he ignored the intruders, and looked at Malfoy in the eyes. He took a deep breath, and said the words that would change his life forever.
"I Harry James Potter, hereby renounce Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore as Master of my heart, soul and body and pledge my loyalty to Draco Abraxas Malfoy, as my true and only Master in every way. Do you, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, accept my pledge?"
Draco opened his eyes wide, unable to believe this absurd, imposible situation. He restrained himself from pinching his cheeks, as that was a peasant behaviour, opting instead for a small talk about Potter and his stupidity.
"Potter. Do you even know what the hell are you saying?"
Potter grinned.
"Of course, Malfoy. Don't worry."
Draco looked around him. Dumbledore had a slight frown, and had taken his wand out but kept it at his side, while the Weaselette had to be restrained by the other hand of the Headmaster.
He knew the pledge demanded an answer. However, no matter how wonderful it was to have Potter at his mercy, he couldn't be completely sure whether this was a trap or not. He mentally shrugged. He couldn't waste an important chance as this one, could he?
"So be it. I, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, witnessed by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Ginevra Molly Weasley, accept the pledge of loyalty by one Harry James Potter."
Exactly after he finished the formal answer, light exploded into his eyes, making his eyes water. He felt the ground under him shaking and had to use the rock as a support so he wouldn't fall. A strong wind appeared suddendly, psuhing him to his knees. In the distance, he could hear the scared cry of many birds flying from the scene.
Exactly ten seconds after it started, the wave of energy faded into a slight hum to Draco's ears. He realised that the pledge had tapped into Potter's core of magic, and somehow released it all.
He opened his eyes –although he had never realised when ahd he closed them- and saw the other boy panting, but grinning as if he had just won the Quidditch Cup.
"Thanks, Malfoy."
"Yes, thank you Mr. Malfoy. Now Harry, my boy, may I speak with you for a second?"
"I think not, sir. There are, afterall, many things I have to do before I have time for a small chat."
"Harry-"
"I said no, sir."
Draco watched the exchange with an interested look. Was he actually watching a fight between the Golden Boy and the Headmaster? Not that the current situation made any sense.
Footsteps were heard behind the Headmaster and the Weaselette, and a few seconds after the Weasel and the Mudblood appeared, panting and trying to catch their breath.
"Harry! How could you! I was only trying to help you! There was no need to-"
"HARRY!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MALFOY?!"
Harry sighed. "Ron, I have no time to explain it all, but to put it simply, I am tired of all of you. I am leaving now."
Malfoy, probably just to spite Ron, came next to him and touched Harry's cheek.
"Jealous, Weasel? Sorry, but it seems that Potter has dumped you for my incredible and irresistible looks."
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
"You too, Mudblood? Potter, you have a weird threesome here."
Harry laughed, surprising everyone including Malfoy.
"Harry! You told me you loved me!!"
He stopped laughing. "No Ginny, the past me was nothing but a forced mask I had to put on. Whatever I said to you, forget it. I have never and will never love you."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "So cold Potter, keep doing that at you might just look like a Slytherin."
"I could have become one, you know?"
"Wait, repeat that again?"
Harry was about to answer, when he saw Ron turning slightly red, a sign that his temper tantrum was to explode. A look at Dumbledore told him that he was already plotting, moving his wand in unkown patterns. Harry frowned, he didn't like that.
"Come one Malfoy, we are leaving."
He put his arm around Malfoy's waist, and focusing all his magic, dissapeared into a small crack, leaving a frowning Dumbledore, two red Weasleys and a confused Hermione.