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Author of 8 Stories |
I'm back and with a new story with me! Don't worry people I'm still working on A Hunt for a Hunter and Mage Prince. There is no way I'm giving those up! -My friends will castrate me if I do- Besides I promised Cursed-Child-of-Death that I'm finishing those two stories. Sooo... anyway just tell me if you like it or not, and the chapters will probably be longer that those of AHFAH and MP.
Notes that apply to all chapters:
Bottom: Harry Potter
Top: Draco Malfoy
Villain: Lance Kenta
Party: Gryffindor Boys (not sure 'bout this)
Obstacles: Vega Sata, Akira Shadow –my oc's, check my Bio for their Bio-
Random: Daimen Brian –see obstacles-
The other will be a surprise.
He ran inside the shack avoiding the guard chasing him. A boy of 16 fell on the ground, panting heavily from all the running he had done. They wanted to have him as a slave, like they did to his friends, captured and trained, and if they didn't obey, they get tortured. No way in hell was he going to be treated like something below than dirt!
He promised his mother...
His beautiful mother..., who sacrificed herself to save him from slavery and hardships that he might have to experience from the day he learned to walk. No, he will not be captured! For the love of the Goddess Portrene 1, he will live his life as he wants it to be.
He pressed an ear to one side of the shack only to hear the guards rush pass through the alley where the shack was hidden. He sighed in relief, he wasn't sure if he will be able to run another meter, those fuckers have been chasing him all morning.
The petite boy sat there for a long time, contemplating on whether to return to the orphanage he came from. He thought about it for a moment before deciding. No, he will never go back to that damn hellhole people call the orphanage. He will not be bullied and pushed around.
He heard a sound...
Someone was coming in... he quickly took on a defensive stance, ready to fight. The pounding became louder; the door was going to break! Then... the pounding stopped. He heard a muffled sound from the outside. The boy carefully moved towards the door, eyes wide. Taking a peek through a small crack from the blistered door, what he saw made his heart skip a beat.
There was a boy, bigger and 1 or 2 years older than him. His platinum blond hair was slicked back, silver/gray eyes were darting back and forth as if he was nervous. That enough was strange. He didn't understand, the boy was obviously a High One, dressed in the best silk and satin. But if he is then why was he nervous? Never mind that, but why was he knocking on the door of an old run down shack? Can't he just hide in his mansion?
Getting off topic, well anyway...
He cautiously opened the door and the stranger quickly darted in the shack. The stranger was breathing harshly, greedily swallowing as much air as he can. That just proved that he was one of those stuck up rich snobs.
The raven hair boy observed the blond that was now breathing evenly. The stranger looked about a head taller than he is; he was well-developed judging from his arms.
The blond spotted him and stuck a hand out-remind you of a scene?-, "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced himself, "can I stay here for a while? I ran away from my teachers you see, and I just want a day to myself. Hey, what's your name?"
The boy hesitantly shook Draco's hand and introduced himself as, "Harry Potter."
Maybe he wasn't such a snob after all...
And started a friendship that would soon turn into more...
Their friendship was unbreakable until a fateful day...
Harry was waiting for Draco in the shack. He was thinking on how he would fell content whenever Draco was with him. He knew he liked boys instead of girls since he was 13 but what he felt for Draco was different to the other measly crushes he had before. He was thinking on admitting his feelings today when a banging sound interrupted him.
He opened the door, ready to greet his friend but was shocked to see two guards, one with a cord of rope and the other holding a torch. The one with the rope roughly pulled him out of the shack and the one with the torch threw the burning stick of wood in the shack.
Harry watched as his beloved shack burned. The shack that hid him during times of need, the shack where his best memories lay, the shack were he met Draco and the shack and the shack where he was to tell Draco how he feels.
The guard roughly pulled on his arm. He hadn't notice until now but his hands were tightly bound. Harry lifted his head just to come face to face with Lucius Malfoy's smirking face.
Lucius examined him. "I should really thank Draco for this," he said in an impressed voice, "that's another one for Marcus 2. And this one's quite good-looking."
Harry was devastated. Draco told his father about him... and now he was going to be a slave for some perverted bastard. He heard rapid footsteps approaching. Harry turned his heads and saw Draco panting heavily, head down, eyes grazed with some unknown emotion. Probably mirth...
Draco looked at him wi9th pleading eyes but he just glared back. He was probably faking it. The guards brought him to an old run down cart. They threw him in and padlocked the door.
Draco watched as Harry was driven away until they were just little specks in the horizon.
"Drink it." he ordered, indicating to the potion.
Draco obediently drank the potion, he waited for a while until pain scourged through his head.
He could see all the memories he and Harry had shared. The memories were replayed for him until it started fading, bit by bit it blurred until it was nothing but a spectrum of colors. No shape, no lines, only blurred colors... then even the colors were starting to fade, fade in the fog. Then and there he fainted.
Lucius took a piece of paper from the folds of his robes and read, "Obliviate."
End of Prologue
1. Play La Pucelle and you'll find out.
2. Marcus Flint- In Harry Potter he is the Slytherin Quidditch Captain in my story he is the present Guild Master.
That was just the prologue so don't label it as the first chapter. I'm already half way through chapter one and hopefully can post it soon. Review!!!
Akira