Dominick-chan: All right! Another fanfiction that is soon to be (maybe) a big hit! (I hope!) So, I'm just going to warn y'all, Harry will be OOC because I like my version better, and his name changes towards the middle of the plot. All for good reasons, mind you! And some of the stuff is explained at the bottom of the chapter :) The title of this story is from a song by a band called 'Eyes Set to Kill'. It's a really neat band, and for those of you who have read a few of my other stories, it seems I'm a bit off my rocker with this one! It's like a whole new style! Way cool! Recently, I've discovered that female screamo music is soothing my soul, which you'll find some of the bands are listed in here :) Yes, I know I'm cool like that lol I plan on giving this some humour and all that jazz, but I'm mainly focusing on this plot I have pulled out of my ass. So bear with me here. If you don't like it, I take criticism fairly well, and am not opposed to your views. I welcome help at any point and time, so don't hesitate to tell me where I've gone wrong, okay?? :)

SUMMERY: Bored with his life, Harry James Potter sets out on an adventure, starting in Surrey with his Aunt and Uncle, and changes along the way. Now at school, while sitting in the Astronomy tower, an unimaginable pull tugs on his soul towards the moon. Whispering a prayer to the Goddess, his wish is granted much to his pleasure. Even Draco Malfoy, the pale, arrogant blond boy who witnessed the entire thing couldn't pop his bubble. Now read on as the two make their journey together.

WARNINGS: This will be a BL, Boy Love, BoyxBoy, Gay "love" story, so if you do not like, please don't read, lest your eyes and mind are mutilated beyond repair like the rest of us :D Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and any other characters I decide to use will most likely be OOC. I have warned you now, so please don't bitch at me for writing this. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: I have never, nor will I ever have any claim to the awesomeness that is Harry Potter, Ipod belongs to Apple, I do not have any part nor do I own the bands 'Arch Enemy', 'Phantasmagoria', 'Iwrestledabearonce', 'Medic Droid', and 'The Birthday Massacre'. I do not claim any rights to the 'DC' company. I do however, own the character Antonio, the Never-Ending-Charge spell, the tattoo ideas and this plot of twisted characters. I hope this clears anything up, and there will be a short notice at the bottom of the chapter. With that in mind, please read on and enjoy! :)

GIVE YOU MY ALL

CHAPTER I:

With headphones blaring the jumbled words of 'Arch Enemy' into his ears, Harry Potter lay back against his bed, or what you would call a bed, which was nothing more than a flimsy mattress with a set of striped blue and white sheets, a ratty old pale blue blanket and a solitary pillow, nodding his head to the rhythm of the beats; the masculine screaming voice of the female soothing his soul and seemingly telling him everything was going to be okay today. Now at sixteen years old, the scrawny boy had changed. He was still his height of 5'6", pale and malnourished, but his whole demeanor had diverted. No longer was he as naïve as he used to be, and no longer was he as foolish.

Before leaving Hogwarts the year previously, he had written to his financial adviser Griphook, asking if it was at all possible to retrieve and exchange a few thousand galleons into British pounds, and practically leapt for joy when his answer was 'Yes'. On one Hogsmead trip, he had arranged for a meeting with the young goblin to make the transaction. Pocketing the money, he happily headed back and continued out his schooling until the end of term where he was forced to go back to the Dursleys' for the summer. Now that he was a year from being of age in his world, his curfew had changed, but not the workload.

After finishing up a long chore list from both his Aunt and Uncle, he would stroll about muggle London, window shopping and occasionally buying something with his stash of cash. Whilst bumbling along, he had come across a tattoo/piercing parlor and smiled deviously. Hearing the tinkling bell above him as he walked inside, he nodded to the Shoppe keeper and browsed through all of the portfolios until he came across one with the name Antonio written in Old English. Flipping through the pages, he felt a sense of love for the man's work. He was certainly a genius with ink and a needle.

Taking the portfolio up to the desk, he smiled as he asked for the man. From the back came a beautiful Italian boy, who looked no older than himself, wearing a white ribbed tank top and a pair of baggy jeans with full sleeve tattoos and a bordered star beneath his almond shaped Islamic green eyes; a backwards DC hat covering his head of slicked back dark chestnut coloured hair. Slightly bushy brows, a slight mustache and a dark patch of a goatee coated his face in soft patches; his visage alit with curiosity at his customer. Giving a smile, Harry gently blushed at this wild man and had told him how much he found his work and pieces attractive.

Thanking him in kind, Antonio had raised a brow and wished to know what it was the child wanted from him. Smiling, the pale brunette told him he wanted to order two tattoos and a few piercings. Saying he would pay the man in cash, he nodded and allowed the boy into the back. Removing his shirt and pulling his pants and boxers over his hip and down his thigh, Harry explained that he wanted to get an ivy vine caressing his side with one solitary fuchsia Lily blossom against his hip bone first. Giving a nod, Antonio began his work. After about an hour and a half, it was finished and slicked, taken a picture of and covered up to be admired and taken care of later on. The second ink process was to be a pair of Converse stars, one hot pink and the other red, upon his chest, just under his clavicle.

Another hour and a half and that too, was done, slicked, taken a picture of and covered up. Smiling, the boy then stated that he wished to have his tongue and bottom lip pierced. Quirking a smile, the bronze Italian man nodded and washed his hands before proceeding to do as he was commandeered to do. With his skin red and swollen, along with his lips and tongue, the young wizard paid the man in kind for his services and left the man a generous tip before stating that he would be back in a few weeks.

True to his word, and against the better knowledge of his "guardians", he returned to the parlor and requested Antonio once again. The two were becoming friends and Harry was glad he could share at least some of his life with the man. For his return trip, he had requested that a long barbell was to be lodged through the top of his ear from the side and that both lobes were to be gauged for a pair of checkered plugs. Smiling, he thanked and paid his friend and asked if he could remain to watch him work, as he didn't have a curfew until dark and they could get to know each other more.

The man had agreed and Harry began to slowly get to know the beautiful man and vise-verse. The two were good companions, and Antonio was sad to hear that his little rebel would be leaving for a year for school.

As he thought back to the days of the past, Harry gave a small smile as he stood from his bed to pack up all of his belongings in his Hogwarts trunk. He would be leaving in a few days for the castle, and he wished to be ready. Turning to his beautiful Snowy owl Hedwig, he smiled and picked the lock of her cage, lessons courtesy of Fred and George Weasley, and allowed her to hop onto his hand as he took her towards the window, which he opened, to permit her to hunt for her supper.

Sitting back on his bed, Harry had a soft smile on his face as he opened up his side draw of his nightstand and pulled out a large cookie. Munching on it for a few minutes with a new band, 'Phantasmagoria', pounding in his ears, he set it aside and pulled loose the floorboard in his room to gather up a few books he had been sent on his birthday, and sat back on his bed. Looking to each title in turn, he shook his head and set them all aside. Damn it! He hated when he was bored! Lying back against his headboard, he devoured the rest of his cookie whilst waiting for his beloved pet to return.

xxxTimeSkipxxx

September first couldn't come fast enough, and when it did, Harry was elated to the point where no one could burst his bubble. With his trunk all packed and he washed and dressed in better clothes, Vernon Dursley grudgingly drove his only nephew to the train station King's Cross. Pulling both his belongings and his owl's cage from the compartment in the back of the car, Harry sat them on the ground before leaving to find a trolley and load it all up.

Once between platforms nine and ten, and standing on platform 9 ¾, he left his trunk and beloved owl with the other student's belongings and made his way onto the train. Retreating to the back of the locomotive, Harry found his way into a lone compartment and sat upon the squishy seat before resting his warm forehead upon the cool glass window and closing his eyes. When the temperature of the glass started giving him a headache, he sighed and sat back against the seat, massaging his temples and trying to unfreeze his brain.

Hearing the click of his compartment door start, he gazed through his peripheral vision to his left and found the door sliding open slowly. Grasping his wand, he waited silently for the door to open fully before leaping to his feet and pointing his wand at the intruder. "Bloody hell Harry! What was that for?" Blinking lazily at his two friends, the brunette lowered his wand and rubbed his eyes. "Sorry guys. I thought you were Malfoy or something." Shaking his head, Ronald Weasley sat across from him upon the bench with a thud and a heavy sigh; Hermione Granger sitting next to him in a more dignified manner.

Leaning his head back, the Potter boy too, sighed and closed his eyes once more. "Harry? What are those markings around your neck?" Realizing that his bookworm friend could see one of his various tattoos, he smiled and looked at her. "It's nothing really; just a tattoo." Hermione's copper eyes widened a fraction and he smirked at her. "What do you mean, "Just a tattoo"? And you have piercings, too?" Grinning, he nodded and shrugged. "I mean what I mean. Yes they have symbolic meanings to me, but I don't care what anyone thinks about them." Shaking her head, the light chestnut brown strands bouncing as she did so. Ron had remained surprisingly quiet throughout the whole ordeal.

The train ride was silent and comfortable, albeit slightly annoying because of the looks Hermione was sending him, and Harry was grateful for that. Pulling out his neon orange Ipod Nano from his pocket, he gestured to his two friends asking if they'd mind if he listened to his music. Getting a smile and a no from both of them, he thanked them and pushed the matching coloured stereo buds into his ears and turned it on; the dial clicking as he searched for something to listen to that wasn't lame. Smiling, he put it on Iwrestledabearonce's song 'Tastes Like Kevin Bacon' and leaned his back against the compartment of the train; his long legs taking up the rest of his seating space.

Both Ron and Hermione stared incredulously at the boy before them as his loud screaming music perforated their own eardrums. "Wow. It's a wonder he isn't deaf yet." The redheaded Weasley nodded and stared in wonder at his best friend.

xxxTimeSkipxxx

He knew the two were itching to just talk about him, so he gave them a chance to do so without him being "fully aware". Shaking his head in amusement, Harry drummed his fingers to the beat of the hardcore music on his leg until it was time to swap his muggle street clothes for his school robes. "It's a bit odd that Malfoy hasn't come in here yet." The two friends nodded. "Too true, mate. I wonder what he's scheming now." Shrugging, Harry continued looking out the window until they came to the port at Hogsmead.

Once seated at their table of Gryffindor, the Golden Trio relaxed and settled into their casual conversations. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, the pale brunette looked up to find himself staring into a pair of platinum coloured eyes. Raising a pierced brow, he smirked and stuck his pierced tongue out at the awestruck blond boy sitting with his fellow Slytherins.

Draco Malfoy was not one who was easily surprised, but his slender brows pulled up in just that emotion. He never, in his wildest dreams, would have thought the boy to have an even wilder streak running through him than everyone thought. Regaining his composure, he sat back and watched as the boy in question was being harassed by his house mates.

Being able to hear the loud, pulsing music coming from the earphones of the brunette's Ipod, everyone had questioned what he was listening to. Giving a shrug of his shoulder, he smirked. "It's a screaming female band called Arch Enemy; but I think I'm going to change the band again because it's boring me." Withdrawing the shiny orange metal from his robe pocket, Harry rolled his finger around the white ring until he came across a new band. Smiling, he pushed the middle button to select his artist, ran through the list of song titles and pushed the same button to get Medic Droid's 'Fer Sure' to play.

Upon hearing the new instruments and lack of deep voice, everyone close enough crowded around him to hear the song. When the chorus came on and the words, 'Fuck me in the backseat' were belted out, many of the people backed away; blushes on their faces. Giving a quiet giggle, Harry shook his head and continued to eat his mashed potatoes and gravy, one of his favourite foods. "Don't worry guys! I'll keep it to myself at night." Many of the males gave him grateful smiles and resumed their meals.

With supper over with and many of the students ready to either catch up with their friends or drop to their beds, the separate houses made their way to their common rooms to either hang out or sleep. Around midnight, when everyone was asleep, Harry smiled when he pulled his Marauder's Map from the confines of his trunk and opened it up. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." From the tip of his wand, spidery ink likes splayed across the pages and amassed into a blueprint of the entire school.

Looking to find the location of each teacher on night duty, he smiled when he found that there was no one up around the Astronomy tower, and withdrew his invisibility cloak from his trunk. Putting his Ipod on pause, which had a Never-Ending-Charge spell on it, he wrapped himself up in the warm cloak and was gone from Gryffindor tower. Occasionally he had to check the map for either a teacher, Filch or Mrs. Norris, but other than that, he had run into no trouble. Arriving at his destination, he checked the map one more time before wiping it with a small "Mischief managed.", and stowed it into his robes.

Removing the cloak with a graceful arc of his arm, Harry sat upon the cold stone sill of the large window and gazed out into the moon. 'I wonder how Remus is doing…' It was a full moon, and looking into its alluring glow, he felt a strange pull in the pit of his stomach. Breathing in deeply, he lay back against the wall, and began to sing low; his soft voice echoing in the tower.

Draco sighed in annoyance as he was lying in his bed with only his pajama bottoms on, and he felt restless. Removing the dark green duvet from his front, he sat up and stood from his mighty four-poster with a stretch. Scratching his stomach lightly, he froze when he felt a pull inside himself and raised a brow. Searching for a shirt, he left the Slytherin dungeons in search of the pull. Making his way up the Astronomy tower stairs, he raised a brow in amazement at the sound of the beautiful voice he could hear echoing around him.

"You give and we take it
You build it, we break it
You sign and we erase it
You feel it, we fake it

It's my red star (steal it)
It's my red star (can't let go)
It's my red star (conceal it)
It's my red star (I know)"

The voice was low, haunting almost, but it was enchanting in a way that it was not overly creepy. As if being lured there, the pale blond leaned against the wall to silently admire the beauty before him. The boy sighed and rested his hand against the glass, feeling the small pulse of majick against his palm from the moon's beam. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against the glass, and began to whisper. "Dear Moon, I have watched your androgynous beauty all of my life, insignificant as it is, and I wish to make a wish upon you. I know you were in all your glory that Halloween night sixteen years ago, the night my wellspring died, and I wish to ask you to make me yours. I wish I were a Moon Childe, one of beautiful darkness under your careful and loving watch. I hope this does not befall upon deaf ears. Love, Amun."

Upon hearing the prayer, Draco felt a sense of longing strike his soul. Whoever this 'Amun' was, had captured his attention, and he had no intention of letting him go now. Hearing a low hiss, he looked towards the beauty by the window, and had to shield his eyes as the tower seemed to ripple with elemental majick and bright white light. A low lullaby played softly, smothering the screams of the boy on the floor and trying to soothe away his pain. When the light died down, Draco could only gasp in shock.

There on the floor, lay Harry Potter sporting a pair of fuzzy black cat ears and a matching cat tail that was twisting involuntarily beneath him. But what was startling even more, was a female of milky pale complexion, her eyes as blue as the night's sky and twinkled as though all the stars had been placed within them. Her hair was as white as snow, pulled into a tight coif at the base of her neck and she was wearing a crème coloured dress that accentuated her breasts and flowed about here in ethereal grace.

Her lips quirked into a loving smile as she stroked the cheek of her new childe. "Childe, I have heard your prayer, and have lovingly accepted you into my fold. You shall have many gifts and great compassion and possession about you, which will aide you in your journey. I shall watch over you and protect you, my Amun Badru."

Placing a kiss to his brow gently, the woman stood and sent a soft smile towards Draco. "Fare thee well, Draco Malfoy." Giving a gentle giggle, it was as if the wind had carried her very essence away and placed her back into her rightful place within the sky. Hearing a soft groan coming from the floor, the blond snapped out of it and looked towards the cat-boy in wonder. "Ow…" Putting a hand to his head, Harry, or rather Amun, sat up and rubbed at the sore spot on the back of his cranium.

Shaking away the dizziness, he sniffed and froze when an intoxicating scent wafted into his nostrils. It smelled of a deep musk with a hint of African Violets and Myrrh. Turning his head to the left, following his nose, his eyes opened and widened in surprise and fear. Draco gasped when the childe's eyes opened revealing his bright and cat-like harlequin green eyes. Amun retreated back until he hit the wall and slid down it, wincing at the cold that bit his flesh as he fell to the floor. "Why are you here, Malfoy?" Honestly, the blond couldn't tell him, so he merely shrugged in answer, to which the childe sighed.

When a fuzzy something hit him in the shoulder, the dark brunette looked down and ran a hand along the tail; a genuine and beautiful smile gracing his lips and exposing his sharp canines. "Thank you mother, Selene." Leaning against the stone for a moment, he let his thoughts wander a bit before picking up his cloak, wand and map, and leading the way down the stairs. "I don't know why you were up there Malfoy, and I don't think I care, but this is where we part." Giving a nod, the pale blond watched as Amun covered himself with his cloak and was gone. After a few minutes of standing there, Draco sighed and made his way back to his own dorm; surprised that he wasn't caught for being out against curfew when he arrived back.

Amun had stayed until Draco had left, and had promptly turned on his own heel after bringing the map to life, and made his way back up to Gryffindor tower. It was almost dawn and he was sure many of his house mates would ask him where he'd been all night and why he didn't get any sleep. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he came upon the portrait of the fat lady. Gently poking her awake, she startled within her lounge. "Who's there?" Pulling the hood of the cloak from his face, Amun smiled. "Good evening, Milady. May I seek entrance within this domain?"

The lady, who wore a crème coloured toga with gold clasps holding the straps together, her hair in a coif, raised a brow. "If you speak the password, you may." Giving her a crooked smile, he purred gently. "Lion Heart." Giving an appreciative nod, she smiled and bid him goodnight as she swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room to him. "A pleasure and goodnight to you as well, Milady." When the portrait swung shut, he sighed and shivered at the cold breeze that fluttered through the chamber. Climbing the stairs that lead to the boys' dormitory, he smiled when the ghost of Sir Nick floated down to him. "Good morning, Mr. Potter! A pleasure to see you up and about so early!"

The boy nodded and gave a slight bow. "A pleasure as always, to see you to, Sir Nick. I was actually just on my way to bed." The ghost gave a cheerful nod. "Yes, yes my dear boy! Off to bed with you now, then, Mr. Potter! Off to bed!" Grinning, he gave a nod of his own. "I shall see you on the 'morrow then, Sir Nick. And please, my name has been changed to that of Amun Badru. Goodnight." Watching as the boy continued to ascend the stairs the spirit gave a soft smile, and floated on, leaving the tower.

Once in his room, Amun shed the invisibility cloak, wiped the map and stowed them back in his trunk before shedding his clothing and curling up into a ball beneath the covers. Placing his no longer needed glasses on the bedside table, his last conscious thought before drifting off was, 'I wonder what everyone will think of me…'

Line Notes:

Amun – Origin: Ancient Egyptian – Meaning: Hidden One

Badru – Origin: Ancient Egyptian – Meaning: Born During the Full Moon

Lyrics – The Birthday Massacre: Red Star – Bridge and Chorus

Goddess Used: Selene – Origin: Greek Mythology

Dominick-chan: So! What did everyone think? Personally, it's one of my favourites for now lol Please review and if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Also, I realize that Badru is a first name, but since I couldn't find anything as a surname, I just decided to use that! lol Don't hate me :p All flamers who flame (it's odd that they're called flamers, because 'Flaming' is a term used in the Homosexual world), shall be laughed at and ignored. Then laughed at again when I re-read reviews! So Ha! :D Enjoy my little monsters!