So this is an entirely different take on Harry Potter & The Philosophers Stone~ If You Don't Like Different Stuff- Don't Read It!

If You Don't Like Yaoi- Don't Read It!

Also, If You Don't Like To Hear Most Of The Original Story Before It Gets To My Plot- Don't Complain To Me- It's To Build Setting And Plot AND To Remind You Of The Beginning Story Line.

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Belated Beginnings

Harry waited around the corner, still able to hear Draco, but not able to see him.

" Draco, my little boy going to Hogwarts!"

"Narcissa, darling, let Draco go! He needs to grow up at some point. You smother him too much. Do us proud Draco. Aim high, look after yourself and make sure the little wretches don't get one over on you."

"Whatever, Mother. Of course I will Father. Have I ever done you otherwise? I will see you at Christmas. You can leave me here."

" But Draco.." His Mother began " I want to watch you through the barrier!"

Harry heard a deep sigh.

"MOTHER! I am NOT going to run off! I am NOT three years old! I can walk through a barrier unaided without you holding my hand or tailing me like a puppy! Now GO. HOME. AND. REST!" Draco sighed again as a sob came from Narcissa as the boy's father lead her away in the opposite direction. His father threw him a glance and disappeared into nothing, along with his wife.

Harry moved forwards and braced himself. This is when he would say hello. The first time he had talked to a boy his age. Except Dudley of course.

He kept his eye on Draco. Suddenly, Draco pulled himself and his trolley into the shadowy crevice in one of the walls.

"PACKED WITH MUGGLES OF COURSE! PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS THIS WAY!" A voice bellowed from Harry and Draco's left. Both were within three steps of each other, but neither knew of each other's presence. A bunch of ginger kids come forward pushing trolleys. After much commotion, they slowly disappeared. Harry had no idea where they had gone. After silence had descended, he heard a slight rustle of fabric move. If it wasn't him, and he and Draco were the only ones on the Platform...then it must be... Harry turned around, and was nose to nose with Draco.

The blonde boy looked at him up and down three times over. Harry took in his eye movements before catching his icy blue eyes in a lock. Draco looked away after a minute, his pale face showing a slight blush. Harry coughed and brought up some nerve.

" What are you doing?" He asked nervously.

Draco looked at him quizzically.

"I could ask YOU the same question. Why didn't you go through the barrier? Just fancy stalking me did you?" His voice was a whisper but there was an angry tone to it.

It was Harry's turn to look shocked. Harry felt his own anger bubble beneath him. He tamed the beast, and calmed it.

"I wasn't STALKING you. I didn't know how to get through the platform and I didn't want the ginger ninja's- Draco sniggered- seeing me so I waited to watch you go through the barrier as YOU look normal. They didn't. However you didn't go through the barrier. So here I am." Harry finished, hoping he bought his lame excuse.

Draco still had a hint of a smile on his face.

" Those "ginger Ninja's" were the Weasley's and they are blood traitors. Absolute scum. You don't know how to get through the barrier? I'll show you. Come!" Draco beckoned him forwards, where Draco's trolley was already lined up with the wall.

" Just walk straight at the wall." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Honestly! If you want me to go first so I can demonstrate?" Harry decided to step forwards.

"No no! That's ok, I'll go first. By the way, what's your name?"

Draco looked at Harry.

" Draco Malfoy." He stuck out his hand, which Harry took. " And you?"

As Harry pushed his hand into the other boy's cold one, he said:

" Harry Potter"

Harry swiftly pushed his trolley forward and walked at the barrier. A coo, rush of air met him instead of a wall. Harry gasped as he pulled the brake on his trolley.

Suddenly, the lever snapped off.

"SHIT!" Harry exclaimed, terror taking over him. He was on his own, Draco on the other side of the barrier. Still going forwards towards the edge of the platform, he turned to trolley so he would go onto the rail first, he didn't fancy picking up his trunk of the rail later on. He'd much rather take the damage. Finally, he let go of the trolley, pushing it in the other direction with as much force as possible. It swung towards the train wildly, and some un-seen magic lifted owl and trunk onto the train.

Harry was still going backwards. He felt the Platform fall from beneath his feet. He closed his eyes. If he was going to get electrocuted, it was one less mouth to feed for the Dursley's. No one would know that he was born.

Then, out of no-where, Harry felt a cold sweat slicked palm grab his hand. It grasped on tightly and didn't let go. Harry felt himself being lifted easily and as he fell out of consciousness, the last thing he saw was the worried face of Draco Malfoy.

Harry woke up in a daze. Where was he? How did he get here? He felt sick. The floor was carpeted. It was also vibrating. He sat up un-easily. He blinked in realization. He was on a train. He felt around on the cushioned side bench for his glasses. He found them and placed them on the end of his nose. He looked around the carriage and wondered how long he had been there. He checked his watch. Only five minutes! It felt like five hours!

As he sat up, his fingers came into contact with a smooth surface, with bumps on it. Harry looked down. A small sheet of folded paper was underneath his fingers, neatly and perfectly folded, the pen showing through the other side of the paper where the pen had pressed down hard on the paper. Harry unfolded and read:

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

Harry James Potter

I think I'm in love with you!

But stay away from me Harry

I'm not good for you

Forget about me

Like everyone else seems to do"

As Harry finished reading the note, Harry found that he couldn't remember who had bought him on the train. But he knew that with the beautiful, fluid writing on this note, and it's poetic contents, that only a girl could have been considerate enough to do this for him.