Title: "The Gray Side"

Originally by: Henriette

Taken Over by: Usako08

Disclaimer: Do not Own anything the characters belong to J.K.R but I have permission to take over the story by Henriette.

#Harry's thoughts#

1ST Chapter: A Rescuer Comes Along

Harry sat on the hard bed in Dudley's second bedroom feeling intense pain. He sat there with tears, hatred and sadness filling his once so joyful emerald eyes. That night he made up his mind, he would not just sit there and take it anymore; he was going to escape no matter what.

It had been days since he sent his 'HELP' letter to Dumbledore but Hedwig had come back empty handed. He realized then that Dumbledore wouldn't help him. That all he wanted was for him to sit there and take his beatings like a good little boy, but guess what? He wasn't a good boy, he was a hurt and terrified boy who had seen more in his lifetime then anyone should.

Start of term wasn't until next month, but Harry couldn't stay here in the hell that Dumbledore called a safe place for that long because he just knew that if he did there would be no Harry Potter by the start of term. That being said he grabbed all his belongings and climbed out of the living room window. He ran as fast as he could down the street and to the park. He didn't know where to go so he decided to camp in the park until tomorrow, then he would come up with something to do.

Harry found a comfy place between some bushes and a gigantic oak tree. He was just about to go to sleep when he heard a familiar voice.

#So this is where Dudley spends his evenings, I wish I could jump at him with my wand and scare the shit out of him. However, that would be extremely idiotic because then he will know that I've run away, and besides, he's probably not alone anyway.#

Therefore, Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak tight around himself to ward off the cold before falling asleep on the hard ground.

He woke the next morning to birdsong. It was a great feeling, the feeling of freedom, and he decided that he would never go back to his 'family' no matter what Albus fucking Dumbledore tried to do.

He was hungry and would have to find something to eat, but that was easier said than done. You see he had no money, Muggle or wizarding, which might cause just a slight problem.

He looked around the park hoping that his search might reveal some edible berries or something. Unfortunately it didn't.

That night wasn't as pleasant as the one before. Harry was extremely hungry, and it was a lot colder. That night he dreamt of something much worse than Lord Voldemort, he dreamt of Dudley eating a huge chocolate cake, the American kind, while telling him how good it tasted with sounds of 'mmm' and 'yum'.

That was it. He had to get something to eat and fast. That decision made Harry started to make his way into the city looking for food in trashcans.

He earned some strange looks on his desperate search for food, but at that moment, he couldn't find it in him to care. He found enough food to get strength to walk, so he decided to change sleeping places, this way he wouldn't have to walk those long painful kilometres to the city. He found the perfect place in an alleyway next to a junk shop. It wasn't as comfy as in the park, but it was dry and warm.

A whole week went by eating and sleeping, Harry had lost all track of time but he still wondered how he was supposed to get to the train station on the 1ST of September. Life wasn't looking so good for him, he was dirty and sickly thin.

However, a rescuer was about to come tripping over him one morning when he lay half-dead in the gutter.

Lucius was wandering the streets of Muggle London. He had just bought a Muggle CD for his son Draco. He knew that he loved the band Green Day, he himself preferred Beethoven.

He was lost in his thoughts and didn't see the boy in his path. He stopped when his right leg hit something on the ground. He stepped back and looked down to see that there was a boy sitting there.

"So sorry lad, didn't see you there" he said but got no response.

"You alright son?" Nothing, he bent down and lifted the boy's face up to meet his eyes. Green met Grey.

"Holy shit! Potter!" Harry just stared at him emotionlessly.

"Potter what's wrong with you? Are you sick? I've seen needles fatter than you, talk to me" Harry opened his mouth to say something but could only cough up blood. That was the last thing Lucius had wanted to see, not because he didn't like blood but because he knew that it was a very bad thing.

"Come on Potter, you're coming with me. I'll not have you dying out here" Lucius picked Harry up, he was as light as a feather, and took a portkey to Malfoy Manor.

"Father you're home, I've been wa…." Draco came running towards his father but stopped half way through his sentence when he saw that his father wasn't alone.

" Father what's happened? Is he alright?" Draco asked from his side getting a good look at just whom his father had brought home.

"Draco go get your mother and tell the house elves to bring some food and tea," Lucius said calmly while he carried Harry into the living room and laid him on the sofa. Harry was far away but he was conscious.

Draco and Narcissa came running into the living room where Lucius and Harry were.

"Lucius, darling what's happened" Narcissa asked while sitting on the floor in front of the sofa and staring at Harry with wide eyes.

"It's Harry Potter, I found him today in a gutter in Muggle London, and I think he might have run away or something. He's sickly thin and not well, when he tries to speak he only manages to cough up blood," Lucius explained to his wife.

"Oh my, poor child, here let me heal him." Narcissa took out her wand and put him under many different spells. Harry looked more and more like his old self after every spell but he was still extremely thin.

After she was done, she gave him a sleeping potion, because after a good sleep he should be able to speak or even eat if they were lucky.

The three Malfoy's moved their dining table into the living room so that they could keep an eye on Harry and nurse him if he woke.

Draco however found it difficult to stomach the food due to the worry he felt for the saviour of their world, and of course for Harry himself. It was true that they were enemies but Draco would have much preferred to be Harry's friend. Truthfully, the only reason he picked on the boy was so that Harry would pay him some kind of attention, and later because he looked cute when his viridian eyes glowed with suppressed rage. It was this worry that caused him to ask his father if Harry would be alright, a question he normally would not have asked aloud.

"Yes son, he'll be as good as new but we have to explain everything to him when he wakes up. I think he would be a bit shocked if he knew he was here with us," Lucius explained while he stroked Draco's cheek.

The rest of the evening was silent with all three Malfoy's keeping vigil over Harry Potter.

Harry woke up the next evening with a scream and found himself lying comfortably on a soft sofa in unfamiliar surroundings.

Narcissa heard his scream and walked into the living room.

"Ah you're up, how nice, so how are you feeling? I hope my healing spells did some good, you were rather bad off though so I should probably do an extra check on you. I was a nurse you know, before I got married that is." She explained to a very confused Harry.

"Err… not to be rude or anything, but who are you and what am I doing here, and where is here exactly?"

"Oh darling, my husband found you yesterday on the street. You were very ill so he decided to bring you home to us. I'm Narcissa and you're at Malfoy Manor," she told him while preparing some tea.

"I'm WHAT? The Malfoy's? But…I'm so dead" Harry murmured to himself while shaking his head, which he found hurt a lot.

Narcissa smiled sweetly at him and handed him the cup of tea, "Come, come dear, it's no reason to worry, Lucius will explain everything to you later. Just drink this and I will bring you some food as well, you need to eat something or you will surely die."

Harry looked at the cup with suspicion "What's this? Poison?"

"No, no, dear boy, it's only some apple tea, why would I ever hurt you?" she bent down and kissed him on the forehead and despite himself Harry leant into the touch. It had been a long time since anybody had touched him with such love. He really craved to be loved, but why was she being so kind to him?

Harry stared at her with confusion, but drank up all the tea. It felt so good and he was so hungry. His stomach made that clear with a loud grumbling noise.

"Oh yes, the food," Narcissa exclaimed and walked into the kitchen.

When she came back out again, she had Lucius by her side and he was smiling, he was actually smiling. Harry was wondering if he'd got smacked upside the head with something hard, because it wasn't an evil smile on his lips, oh no.

"Good day Harry, how are you feeling?" Lucius asked.

Harry may be ill, but he was NOT stupid. "Something is wrong with this picture. Why are you smiling, are you planning on giving me to Voldemort, but think you should at least try to be friendly to me before I get tortured to death? Is that it? Well you can't fool me, just give me over, I don't want your pity!"

Lucius backed up a little at this. He had expected a reaction yes but this was beyond.

"Shush boy. I know you're confused, but I'm here to answer all your questions. But you may be a little weak so I'll just tell you what I think you want to know, and if you're wondering about anything else don't hesitate to ask."

Harry barely nodded.

Lucius called for his son. "He will help me explain" Lucius said.

Draco ran towards them, Harry gasped he too was smiling. Harry had never seen Draco Malfoy smile like that before. He could light up a room.

"Is he alright?" he asked his father. This made Harry even more confused.

"Yes Draco but he is a little shocked of course, so we're going to explain everything to him." Lucius said addressing his son.

"Ok" was Draco's response.

"I guess I should start at the beginning. Well, I bumped into you on a Muggle street. I don't know if you remember anything, you were rather out of it if I may say so. You looked seriously ill, and weren't very talkative so I brought you home to us so we could heal you. There is one thing you have to understand: I do not want to cause you any harm, nor do my wife and son. You may think that we are with Voldemort, but that is just because we want you to think that. We are not dark wizards Harry, but we do possess their power and knowledge. We do not work for the dark side, we work for our own side, which we like to call the Grey Side.

I appear to be evil, so do my family, but that's just because it suits us well. We're spies on the dark side and the light, we get information. When we appear dark, the dark side think they have got us, and the light side is dying to have us as spies for them or think they can make us light again.

You see, we neither wish for Voldemort to rule, nor Dumbledore. The world is not only black and white, there are shades of grey as well, and we like to fight for that grey to appear. There is no such thing as good or evil magic. There is only power and the people who wish or not to seek it!

What do you think of Dumbledore Harry, do you think it's wrong of us to wish him no power over the wizarding world?"

Harry had swallowed every word that came out of Lucius' mouth, he found the subject fascinating. "Well, to be honest, I think he should be looked up at ST. Mungos. He's manipulated me for years now, said he only did things for my own good. Like being beaten and tortured by my merciless family is for my own good! I sent him a letter telling him about it, but he just sent my owl back empty handed, that nitwit. I'm just a tool, a tool he can use to get to Voldemort, because when Voldemort is gone he will get all the power, and then he'll toss me into Azkaban. I'm nothing to him, neither are any others. He just uses us to get power and revenge. He makes me sick!"

Harry had gotten hot in the head after the first words, it felt so good to finally say those things. He had been thinking it and holding it inside himself for so long and now he could just come out and say it, and to people who were actually on his side on the subject.

Lucius smiled "You take the words out of my mouth Harry! It's good to know such a great person like yourself feels the same. Any questions?"

"Yeah, you just act like a bad person around everybody, right? That's why you and Draco (it was odd for Harry to say his name, but he saw Draco smile at it, and smiled back) have been total pricks around me since I met you, but why are you telling me this now?"

"Well I've been watching you Harry, at school and I have seen that you've changed. So we thought that you would be trustworthy if we told you and that maybe you felt the same, that's why. And I tried to be kind to you when we first met, but I couldn't be too kind because I am a Malfoy after all, and we're supposed to be the meanest there is" Draco spoke for the first time, he smiled at Harry's growing smirk.

"You're going to give them a shock then, when you take over," Harry said bemused.

Draco laughed "Yes, they won't know what hit them".

Lucius looked at them both, glad they were getting along.

"Well if you don't have any other questions Harry I would like to get something to eat. What do you feel like Harry?"

Harry thought about it then smiled brightly, "Something non-healthy".

"Well, Narcissa won't be happy about it, but we have to fatten you up after all so I think I'll call for KFC" Lucius said smirking.

"Oh thanks Father! Mmmm, can't wait" Draco said hugging his father who laughed and went out to the kitchen. "Come on Harry dinner will be ready any minute" said Draco and dragged Harry up off the sofa and into the dining room (which was huge by the way).

After a lovely and greasy meal Harry and Draco spent the evening playing chess and getting to know each other, well Harry would meet the real Draco Malfoy and Draco would meet a more understanding Harry Potter. After a while, they found out that they were quite similar.

"Oi, Father, did you know that Harry's favourite colour is green and second black then white? That's me all the way isn't it?" Draco said as his father turned the page of his book.

"Yes it certainly is Draco. Have you asked Harry if he would like to stay here for the rest of the summer until the start of school?" he asked calmly, Harry's eyes were filled with joy.

"No, I haven't how silly of me. Come on Harry I'll show you the guestroom, because you're mad if you don't want to stay. Besides, have you seen my Quidditch pitch? I think not, I'd better show you tomorrow then!" Draco dragged a grinning Harry with him up to the guest room, which lay nearby Draco's room.

When Harry fell asleep that night, he felt happy, joyful, comfy, relaxed, safe, excited and loved. It had been one hell of a day.


A/N: Alright first, up I should warn you that this story will be slash no doubt about it.