**I am not JKR or affiliated with Harry Potter in any way. I do not own any of the characters or places.Me no like lawsuits.**

It was a warm kind of day - the kind Draco Malfoy liked - with lots of sunshine and just the right amount of warm summer wind. It was the middle of July, and Diagon Alley was filled with Hogwarts students and their families, withes and wizards of all kinds. Draco Malfoy strolled silently past a young girl with black hair, showing her mother a Firebolt model.

"See, Mum? They fly! I told you.."

Draco walked faster, pulling his robes around him. "Filthy mudbloods.." he thought to himself. He smiled in the sunlight, but then wiped his face clear of enjoyment and returned to his trademark smirk. If anyone saw him smiling in the sunlight, they'd think he was a faery and lose respect for him. All his Slytherin friends had been pratically ignoring him all summer - he had only gotten an owl each from Crabbe and Goyle, and no word from anyone else. He was beginning to feel cut off from the world. His father had been in Azkaban for months, and his mother had been busy doing whatever she kept talking about doing...he hadn't exactly been listening. The life of the Dark Mark had lost its glamour to Draco, and he had become bored and restless. He couldn't, of course, tell anyone how he felt; he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were supossed to be naturally great wizards of the Dark Arts. If anyone knew he had been considering being an Auror instead of a Death Eater, his whole life would be over. His family would disown him, his friends would lose respect for him, and he'd never be able to show his face at Hogwarts again. Besides, there was no one who would understand him, or anyone he could trust enough to open up to.

The pale, platinum-blonde, sixteen-year-old turned out of the Diagon Alley crowd and into Knockturn Alley. He stood for a moment, releshing in the damp darkness as a slumped-over witch passed him and slithered into the sunlight from which he had come. Draco had all weekend to roam around, until his mother would come calling for him on Sunday night. He walked slowly down the cobblestone path, thinking over what there was to do on a Firday night in Diagon Alley. Upon reflection, he decided there were probably a number of Slytherins around here somewhere, and he could see what they were up to, to keep himself occupied.

As Draco passed Borgin and Burkes, a group of eight or nine Slytherin students passed him, running and laughing. Not glancing twice at Draco, they hurried back into Diagon Alley and disappered into the crowd. Draco wondered to himself what they had been up to, but didn't have to wonder long. As he was walking past a solitary alleyway, he caught glance of a dark figure, huddled on the ground in a little ball. Draco glimpsed around at the few people walking past the dark alleyway, and realized no one had seen the injured person but himself. He pulled his robes closer around him and prepared to walk away, but his conscience got the better of him.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Draco slowly stepped closer. He could now see that the figure was a boy around his own age. Curiosity flooding him, Draco crept even closer, the boy unaware of his presence, trying in vain to get up. Draco bent down onto one knee once he reached the figure, who glanced up at him, and back down at the ground. Draco's thoughts were in a whirl of panic and confusion. "It's Potter," he thought to himself."What's he doing here? Those Slytherins must have attacked him...they really got him good, he's covered in blood..."

Draco didn't quite know what to do. His first thought was to leave and forget he had ever found the unfortunate Gryffindor. But as Harry looked back up, Draco cought a glimpse of fear and deperation in his eyes. "He thinks I'm going to beat him up," Draco thought. He could see why Harry would think that - they had never shown an ounce of decency to each other at school. Harry twisted and fell on his back, and Draco cursed under his breath. He took off his Slytherin robe and threw it over Harry, who began coughing violently.

"Potter, what have you gotten yourself into?" Draco whispered, as he picked Harry up and walked toward the main pathway. He glanced up and down Knockturn Alley to make sure no one he recognized was looking his way. Draco quickly slipped into Borgin and Burkes, and was greeting immediately by Mr. Borgin himself, who had been a friend to the Malfoy family for years.

"Ah, young Mr. Malfoy," he said to Draco, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "What can I help you with this evening?"

"Mr. Borgin, I need your fireplace," Draco replied, walking toward the back of the store.

"Everything...all right, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes, everything's fine."

Draco helped himself into the back room. Decorated with a few boxes here and there, chairs arranged around the crackling fireplace, and a large bookcase, it was empty of people who might see Draco carrying Harry through the fire. Harry was beginning to stir in his arms. Although his glasses were broken, he had opened his eyes and was looking up at Draco. "Malfoy," he said, "what are you doing? Leave me alone...please..."

"Relax, Potter." Draco replied, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Approaching the fireplace, Draco shifted Harry so that he was over his shoulder. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the flowerpot and threw it into the flames, which turned green. Draco stepped into the flames, feeling the warm rush surround him and Harry. "Malfoy Manor, upstairs left corridor," he said, and they were rushing through the Floo Network, Harry coughing again with all the ash.

**Well, this is my first chapter and my first fan fic, so thanks for taking the time to read it. I plan to write more chapters, so PLEASE review and tell me what you think. I promise, it'll get better as I go ~toothy grin~. Thanks. **