Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, but I do hope to be able to write books that will also be on a banned list.

Okay, this came into mind, how, I have no clue. After I began to reread the Harry Potter books again, UK version this time, I wanted to try my hand at this. It’ll be AU, and OOC ish ness, if anything, but hopefully acceptable and read. It does follow up to Half Blood Prince in the beginning, but after that there’ll be some changes. What happens in this story is my idea, save for what’s taken from the actual books.

The continuation of this story will probably depend on the reviews I get. If I get reviews at AFFNet and not FFNet, then the AFFNet side will continue and the other will not. I’m a bit mean that way right now.

And I’m sorry if my use of British slang or lack there of won’t be too bad. Sorry.

And on last note. This is a yaoi with Draco and Harry, though in which order will be decided later. Don’t like, don’t read. Enough said

DMHP

Draco shuddered on the ground as the Cruciatus let off of him, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. He couldn’t take it anymore. No one was left. Only sixteen, he had failed the mission assigned to him, and Draco saw what awaited him in Severus’s eyes and knew it wasn’t good. Only when his father tried to defend him did it get worse. His mother was brought before him and his father, and three Death Eaters had surrounded them each and restrained them as Narcissa was tortured to death by a few others, and Voldemort only laughed before instantly killing Lucius who managed to break free.

Then the Dark Lord began his torture on the last Malfoy heir, casting the Cruciatus only to let up long enough to ask him if he would accept the Dark Mark. Each time, Draco would respond with an insult before the pain began again. Draco was proud of himself at that, though. The insults were getting better as Draco slowly lost the will to live.

He winced as a tiny magical dragon dug minuscule claws in his ear and hissed at him, warning him that someone was standing near him. The tiny thing was a gift from his parents when he was too young for Hogwarts, but was always with him even if it had to be hidden. Draco just wished that he could have given it to Potter long before now. It was his father’s position as a Death Eater that made him give all the snide remarks and insults. He did it to so that Lucius wouldn’t loose faith with Voldemort. Though now that was pointless. The only reason why he somehow stayed in contact with the Boy Who Lived was in hopes that he would save him, but that appeared to be futile. At least he didn’t tell Harry about the crush he had on him since day one. It would probably make Harry feel even worse.

A wand prodded him in the ribs and a boot kicked him with enough force to roll him on his back. He looked up at the snake like face of a madman.

“Do you have any lassst wordsss, Malfoy?”

“Yea. Futue te ipsum et caballum tuum.”

Voldemort sneered at him and cast the Cruciatus on him one last time. In his mind, Draco murmured, If only I just acted differently with you, before darkness sucked him in.

HPDM

Eleven year old Draco wandered down the streets ahead of his parents, peering eagerly into the windows of the shops and gazed in excitement at the new broom that was recently released. He knew that if he pleaded enough, one of his parents might get it for him. He had left his parents far enough behind, so he waited patiently for them, wanting to show them the new broom.

A strong had clasped his shoulder and he looked up in surprise at a cloaked figure, the only thing noticeable was the grey eyes that stared down at him.

“Be nice to him,” the person rasped. “Whatever you do, don’t insult him and his friends. You won’t regret it.”

Before Draco could reply, the person reached up and pulled something from under the hood, thrusting it into Draco’s hands and walked off. Draco stared down at the tiny dragon, frowning as he pulled a silver chain from under his shirt to check that his own dragon was still there. It was, but the one in his hand was practically an exact replica.

The young boy looked up in time to see the stranger grab Lucius by the arm and barely heard the words, “He knows,” before the cloak crumpled to the ground, the person no longer there. Lucius stared at the cloak in disbelief before he slowly picked it up, stuffed it into a bag he grabbed from a house elf, and refused to return the bag. The older Malfoy looked shaken for a moment before the perfect aristocrat mask fell into place.

“Why don’t you go and get fitted for your robes? I’ll go get your books and your mother can look at wands until we’re done,” Lucius said and Narcissa nodded. The broom was temporarily forgotten as Lucius gently pushed his son towards the correct shop and departed to the book shop.

Draco was only in the shop for a minute before another boy came in. He frowned and thought about what the stranger said to him before he spoke.

“Hello. You going to Hogwarts too?”

“Yea,” came the timid reply. The boy had black hair that stuck out in all directions and brilliant green eyes, and Draco found himself smiling at him.

“Do you know what house you want to be in?”

“Er… No. I just found out about Hogwarts yesterday.”

“Oh. Weren’t your parents our kind?”

“If you mean a witch and a wizard, yea.” The boy looked away and Draco barely heard him say, “They died when I was a baby.”

“I’m sorry,” was all that Draco was able to say before the witch that was taking the boy’s measurements released him.

Draco watched the boy leave and waited for a few more minutes until he was released. He left the shop and headed towards the book shop in search of his father.

“Draco!”

DMHP

“C’mon Draco! Wake up!”

Silver grey eyes slowly opened, and then stared into the emerald green eyes that watched him carefully. “H’rry?” Draco asked, his voice raspy.

The other teen pulled Draco into a hug, clinging to him as if there was no tomorrow. “I thought I almost lost you!” Harry whispered fiercely.

Draco clung to Harry in a same, desperate hug, but he had no clue why. He thought back on what happened, remembering the sorrow and anger that filled him as he saw his mother and father die, but then a new set of memories came to his mind. Memories of Death Eaters kidnapping him from Hogsmeade, of being restrained against a tombstone and varies curses thrown at him, of Harry appearing from somewhere as Voldemort threw a vibrant green curse at him.

He heard the hiss of the tiny dragon near his ear and was shocked to hear another hiss come from the other side of his head. Draco pulled back slightly and stared at the tiny dragon hooked on the ridge of Harry’s ear before reaching up and touching the one on his own ear.

That one touch seemed to unlock everything. New memories of the past years suddenly flooded his mind, overwhelming him to the point that he began to shake badly. Draco tried to pull away, his eyes wide and only focused on Harry’s bright green ones.

“What happened?” Draco asked in a whisper.

“Draco? Draco! Lucius! Madam Pomfrey! Something’s happening!”

That was all Draco heard before he blacked out.

HPDM

What do you think? Should I continue? Was it interesting enough to get you a teeny bit hooked?

This will get updated whenever I reach parts of the book that inspire me, if this updates at all. Remember, all it’ll take is for you to hit “review” and simply type in “Update” for me to work on it more.

On another note, as far as I know, Futue te ipsum et caballum tuum can translate from Latin to something like "Screw you and the horse you rode in on." It's one of my favorite insults.