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Summary: Draco Malfoy was to receive the Dark Mark before he entered his last year at Hogwarts, but by a twist of fate, Voldemort is overthrown again and Draco is the next Boy Who Lived. Now he has a scar identical to Harry's. How can he deal with his friends...and his enemies? Harry/Draco slash

This is dedicated to Filia, who has been attacking me to update this!

And now, Sakai Michiba presents:

The Dragon Who Lived

Chapter One

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"Father, I don't know why I-"

"Because I said so, that's why. Besides, don't you want to carry on the family name? The family tradition? You wouldn't want to shame that, would you? WOULD YOU?"

Draco Malfoy squirmed awkwardly in his chair, diverting his silvery gaze so Lucius wouldn't see the anger there. His arms hurt so badly when tied behind his back as they were. His legs were bound to the wooden chair he sat in, the ropes cutting off circulation to his feet, but why would Lucius care? He turned his head swiftly to the left as the older Malfoy knelt before him. "You are getting rebellious, Draco. Do I need to punish you?"

Draco's eyes widened and he shook his head, sending a sheet of platinum blonde hair over his shoulder. "I'm not rebelling, father!" he hissed, arching his back as his father's cold finger touched his spine. "Do not touch me" he burst, instantly wishing he hadn't done so.

"What did you say to me" Lucius spat, wrenching his son's head back around. "TELL ME WHAT IN THE HELL YOU SAID!"

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Draco countered, trying once more to break his bindings but failing miserably. He gasped as his father struck him on the jaw, snapping his face to the left.

A lonely tear fell down his cheek when he turned back to face his father. "I will NOT subject myself to the same shit that you've forced me to do all of my FUCKING LIFE!" he exploded, finally managing to pull his wand out of his back pocket. He broke his bindings and leapt out of the chair, eyes fixed on the door.

Lucius wasted no time in throwing his son to the ground. "There will be no more discussion. M'lord?"

A drawling voice from the shadows replied "You are ready?"

"Yes, M'lord..."

Draco closed his eyes tightly as a tall, skeleton-thin figure stepped out of the shadows. He only reopened them again when he felt the sleeve of his robes shoved up past his shoulder and his arm was touched by a finger that both burned and chilled at the same moment. He opened his mouth to protest.

"Silentia!" spat Lucius, silencing his son and smiling at the agony present on his young face. He sat down on the chair that had occupied his son and casually crossed his ankles to watch as Voldemort lifted the youngest Malfoy by his neck and bound him to the wall with magical ropes.

Draco turned his face away as Voldemort placed a finger under his quivering chin. "Ah, now, we can't have you acting like this. Crucio!"

The boy bellowed in pain as thousands of sharp knives seemed to make their way through him, slicing him to billions of pieces. He felt blood begin to dribble from between his lips-
why wasn't the spell being recalled! He felt as if his eyes were about to burst out of his head. Just as he thought he was going to die, he opened his eyes enough to see Voldemort speaking with his father.

"I refuse to take him, Lucius. He will defy me, I can see it in his eyes. There is no choice."

"M'lord...you can't kill him! Please" Lucius demanded, hurriedly standing before his son. "You can't-he's the only son I have! He's the last of the family line! We're centuries old, M'lord! Don't end our name!"

"Get out of the way!" Voldemort hissed, pointing his wand at Lucius. "I'll kill you as well!"

"I'd rather die than end the family name!" Lucius cried, shielding the boy who writhed in agony behind him.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort bellowed, cackling as Lucius fell to the ground just a moment later. He then advanced on Draco.

The blonde's shoulders slumped as the spell was removed from him. He wept openly, seeing his father at his feet. "Father...I..."

"Shut up," Voldemort hissed, turning his wand on the boy. "Anything to say in your defence?"

"You're a mother-"

"Enough! Avada Kedavra!"

Draco squinched his eyes shut as a jet of green light advanced on him. He felt a searing heat and cried out, but there was no relieving end, no call of angels to embrace him. There was only blood-he could feel it all over his face, smothering him. He opened his mouth to breathe, but choked and spat out a mouthful of the thick liquid. His hair ran in strings over his face, now scarlet. Eyes wide with pain, he looked down to see Voldemort's robes scattered on the ground, lightly smoking.
His binding fell away and he fell to his knees, grabbing the robes and shakily wiping away the blood from his face. He looked across the room to see himself in the mirror, a pitiful, bloody thing. He crawled closer to inspect the source of the blood. When he found it, he gasped.

It was a lightning-shaped scar.

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Draco shuddered in his cloak and stared out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, eyes misty with tears. What had just happened two hours ago? He'd only had time to change and bathe before plastering his hair to his bleeding forehead and Apparating to the train to school. It was finally here, his last year at Hogwarts. If the events of that morning were any indication of the upcoming year, personally, he dreaded it.

He lifted a shaky hand to touch his forehead, wincing as the salty oils of his fingers met the too-fresh wound. His mind wandered to Harry Potter. He wondered how it felt, being famous like that. He knew it was coming. The moment he would get to school, he would be summoned to Dumbledore's office and declared a miracle.

If this was a miracle, he wanted no part of it.

Crabbe and Goyle had run off to find the lunch cart and hadn't returned, so he buried his face in his hands and allowed himself a moment's weeping before trying to regain his composure. He couldn't lose it like this, not when there were people nearby. Shaking lightly, he smoothed his hair over his forehead and opened the compartment door.

"Crabbe, Goyle, I'm starving! Where is the food?" he called down the aisle, his stomach giving a complementary growl. The two boys came blundering down the aisle moments later, arms full. Draco gave a fake smile and took the sweets from them. "It's about time. I was beginning to believe you'd gotten lost."

He popped a pleasant-tasting Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean into his mouth and sat back down on the cushioned bench. "Now, go bother Potter or something-I want to be alone."

When they left again, he sighed heavily and opened a chocolate frog to pop in his mouth. He looked down at the card and grimaced. Since when were they making Harry Potter cards! He'd have to tease Potter about it later. He turned the card over to read the caption.

Harry Potter is noted for the downfall of Voldemort when he was just a child. Currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he plans on being an Auror for the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

He threw the card out the window and slumped against the back of the bench, the pain in his forehead blinding. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard the door of the compartment slide open. "Crabbe, Goyle, I thought I told you to clear off!" he exclaimed before opening his eyes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" came Harry's angered voice. The blonde shot up and glared at Dumbledore's Golden Boy, nervously smoothing his hair over his forehead as he did so.

"I didn't call for you! Why would I want you!" he demanded, pulling his wand.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you want it" he said before drawing his own wand. "Furnunculus!" he cried, frowning as his attack was blocked. He soon found himself wobbling and leaning against the wall as Draco used a well-placed Jelly-Legs curse.

Draco gasped as a waterfall appeared out of nowhere over his head, an expert Aquam spell. Drenching wet, he glared at Potter, who was staring, wide-eyed, at him. "Malfoy, what in the hell?"

"Nothing!" he exclaimed, wiping the blood from his face and turning away. "It's nothing! Get the hell out of here! NOW!"

Harry snorted with laughter and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "Oh, come ON. Are you trying to be me, now? What, did you carve a lightning bolt into your forehead? That's sweet, so very sweet..."

Draco flipped around and punched Harry square in the face, feeling his glasses snap. The brunette leapt to his feet, the curse wearing off, and kneed the blonde hard between the legs, causing him to choke and fall to his knees. "Serves you right, trying to be me..." Harry spat before turning and leaving the compartment.

"Fucker..." Draco wheezed to himself before falling on his side, clutching himself.

When the train began to slow, Draco gathered all his food, shrank it to fit in his pocket until he could sneak it into his dorm room, and stood up. Smoothing his robes and his hair over his forehead, he shakily left the compartment, keeping his head low to avoid everyone seeing the blood all over him. Stepping off the train, he shivered in the harsh autumn wind and clamored into one of the carriages by himself, or so he thought.

He leaned back on the seat and sighed, waiting for the carriage to start moving. Suddenly, the door slid open and three shivering, chattering people jumped inside.

"My GOD it's bloody freezing out there! This was the last empty one, you know."

"I told you to wear something under your robes, stupid git..."

"You're the one who dared me to do it!"

"I backed off at the last second! It's, what, twenty degrees!"

Hermione groaned and elbowed Ron. "Be QUIET! You're enough to give someone a migraine"

Harry leaned back and closed his eyes, his voice getting quiet. "Something's wrong with Malfoy."

Draco made himself as small as possible in the corner, smiling at the fact that they hadn't seen him.
"Why do you care?" Ron demanded, tackling Hermione and tickling her. "I'll show you stupid git..." he growled, laughing at her helpless screams.

Harry shrugged and looked out of the window. "I don't know. Something's up, guys. Something is missing, and I'm not sure what..."

The carriage ride was relatively quiet until they got to Hogwarts. When the carriage slowed, Draco rose before the other three, standing up and laughing at their astonished faces. "Yes, I've been here the whole time. Potter, I didn't know you cared so much...touching, really," he sneered before stepping out into the freezing air, leaving the three of them dumbstruck behind him.

He looked up at the castle and closed his eyes for a moment, gulping and taking a deep breath. He knew it was coming and he knew that things were never going to be the same.

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Author's note: That's the end of chapter one, folks! Review, please!