Summary: a few months later the perspective is switched to Draco and the story continues.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, or Harry and the Potters.
AN: I know I had said that this was a finished story, but I felt inclined to write more. I still don't know where I'm going with this. I was attempting to stay as close to cannon as possible, meaning that although it's come to be expected of me I'm not going to turn this into a HD pairing story. Harry really loves Ginny and I'm tired of girls getting shafted for BL (boy's love).
But, implied and unspecified things are free to be interpreted I guess. ;)
Also the rating may be bumped up because I have a sad tendency to swear when writing in Draco's POV.
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"Draco Malfoy what's your problem…"
The floor was cold and tiny weeds of a sickly shade of green were growing up from little cracks in the cement. The bulky old headphones were cold as well. Everything was cold. Draco smiled to himself. What is my problem? It was strange how even muggles knew their story now. They thought it was fiction of course, a story for their children. Those books were gracing summer reading lists for grade schoolers around the world.
Rita had won in the end. Changing her name to Rowling and living as a muggle till the end of the war. Her voice was the one that carried. Only why had the books been named Harry Potter? Of all things… Harry always received far too much credit.
"All your friends think your rad, because you're treatin' me so bad…"
Draco winced, as the teenage muggle boy's voice seemed to scold him for his thoughts. He ripped off the headphones and flung them across the cold cement by his feet where they lay just crushing distance from the edge of his boots. You're only alive now because of that- because of Potter… of Harry. That voice chided him almost gently. Where had that voice come from? It was his own, but not. No one had ever spoken to him like that before, with kindness, gentleness even. No one except… Harry.
It disgusted him. They were supposed to be enemies, rivals, and yet Harry still had the nerve to treat him with fucking kindness. Did he really think so little of him?
"Draco Malfoy what's your problem?"
Even without the CD player those words still echoed through his head. He had to know. Why had Harry helped him? By all rights he should have killed him. Why was he suddenly calling the boy he had hated since he was eleven by his first name? He stood up and made his way across the dark cellar, briefly crossing through a broken shaft of light that spilled down from a narrow shuttered window by the ceiling. The light reviled a tall skinny man in muggle jeans and a dark jacket who limped slightly and hadn't cut his hair in months. The blond locks where pulled back in a messy tail at the base of his neck, but they weren't dirty. Draco could never stand being dirty, even as a homeless outlaw.
His boots echoed on the creaking wooden stairs and he left behind his shelter and relative safety for a promise of answers and maybe something that may have been hope, even if he didn't recognize it then.
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Thank you for all your lovely reviews! They make me uber happy!
Morgan Fate- I spelt a lot of things wrong. I'll go back and fix it soon. I was never planning to continue this story so it didn't seem worth it till now.
Vespalady-Thank you! I hope it does.
ak and joe- There wasn't really a point. Only, the book felt incomplete to me so I wanted to write more, maybe as a closer so I wouldn't be so angry at the book.
Cithara- I'm glad you liked it! And I'm happy my intent to make it seem like "part of the series" actually worked.
Yazzy- Thank you for reading and commenting. I shall have to read what you have written following HBP. I guess I am a little hard on the book. It wasn't really all that bad, I just liked the old style a lot better.