I've got a beta reader (love you Steph!) Reading my chapters. There will probably be some significant changes to the story. And since I got flames for the ending, it will probably change. I've never ended a story like I did this one….and needless to say I never will.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. There I said it.
Chapter 1: Something We Have In Common
Harry sat quietly on a barstool in a local wizard's pub, The Mistress Tavern,guzzling down a mug of Firewhisky. He hovered over the counter drunkenly, occasionally putting his head down as if he were momentarily taking a nap.
This was a daily routine for him now. Harry did not work, but he didn't need to. He still had a great deal of his fortune from his parents, as well as the Black inheritance. Also, the Ministry paid him just for living. It was as if they were bribing him to stay alive.
It was two years after the war had ended, and three since Harry had attended school. His sixth year was his final one. The Dark Lord had fallen at the hands of 'The Chosen One', but it had come with a fatal price. Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, and the Weasleys were all casualties in the fight. It seemed as if everyone he ever cared about died a most agonizing death. He now realized it was unsafe for him to care about anyone, as if he were being punished for kindness, so he made no new friends.
Harry hated living. He often attempted to drink himself out of his misery and somehow always ended up in his flat after spending the night drowning himself in liquor at the pub. He lived in London, near the outskirts, in a quiet flat. It was well-cleaned and taken care of, onlybecause Harry did nothing in it.
The bartender gave Harry a new mug of Firewhisky without saying a word about his current level of inebriation.He knew never to object to giving Harry a new mug when he wanted it. Harry may havebeen drunk and his senses blurred, but he was still the most powerful wizard on Earth and knew his way around a wand.
Harry shook his head rapidly, trying to relieve his throbbing headache, and slid from the barstool, exiting the pub. Harry wobbled outside, going where he did not know. He walked down a dark street, straining his eyesso he could see straight. His glasses were doing nothing for him. He stopped and sat down against a building. The world was spinning around him. Harry let his head move from side to side, before resting his forehead on his bent knees, sighing.
"Every night, Potter." An all too familiar voice rang in his ears.
Harry looked up and squinted to see the figure. He had blond hair, black clothes, and pale skin. Even drunk, Harry knew who was standing before him.
"Wow. You're not as drunk as normal, Potter," Draco said sarcastically with his trademark smirk planted on his face.
"G-g-get away!" Harry pulled out his wand quickly and pointed it at Draco.
The wand was shaking as Harry tried to keep his eyes open and himself alert. Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry's arm, prompting Harry to struggle against the blond, until he could pull away from his grip.
"Crawl back in your hole," Harry mumbled. .
"Don't fight me, Potter. I help you every night…not that you'd remember," Draco grumbled, pulling out his wand. "Don't make me take that thing from you."
Draco was getting nervous with Harry pointing his wand at him; there was really no telling what kind of hex he'd use.
"I'm going to take you to McGonagall, alright? Remember her? She will help you," Draco said.
Draco quickly swiped the wand from Harry's hands.
"Stupefy," Draco yelled quickly and Harry stiffly fell over, hitting his head on the pavement, knocking him out.
Harry awoke slowly, and quickly sat up when he realized that he was not at home. His head began to throb and pound, probably from a hangover. Then he remembered his confrontation with Draco.
He realized that he was in a very familiar room. It was the hospital wing. Harry ended up here many times out of the year while he attended school.
"Potter! What are you doing?" Harry turned to see Madam Pomfrey rushing towards him.
Harry pulled the covers off himself and got out of bed, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.
"Why am I here?" Harry barked.
"Mr. Malfoy brought you here as Minerva wished," the mediwitch huffed.
"I'm leaving," Harry announced, walking past Madam Pomfrey.
"No, you're not!" Madam Poppy said firmly. "Get back in bed right now. It's a miracle you're even able to get up! You should have slept until tomorrow."
"I'm not a student here anymore. I don't have to stay. I don't have to listen to you." Harry shoved past her. "I was brought here against my will and will leave of my own will."
He was furious that Draco had forced him here when he was at his weakest - drunk on the side of the road. He was going home.
"Stop this instant, Harry Potter."
Harry stopped, hearing an older woman's voice. He turned around to see McGonagall. She had an angry look on her face.
"I suppose this was your idea," Harry said, irritated at the woman, who seemed not to have aged a single bit in three years. "You can't keep me here."
"I wish we wouldn't have to meet under these conditions," she said, "but by wizard law, you must stay. You haven't finished your final year of schooling; all wizards are required to finish." McGonagall appeared triumphant. "And I'm not going to sit and watch the savior of the Wizarding world drink himself to death."
Harry frowned. He wished he could just be left alone for once in his life. Everyone was always wanting to change him and interfere with how he wished to live his life
"Whatever," Harry grumbled, not wishing to argue with her anymore.
It had been three years since he attended Hogwarts. He was 19 at this point in time. He gave in to satisfy McGonagall. May be they would stop bothering him if capitulated.
"I wonder what happened to the hard-headed fool from last night."
He knew it was Draco, without even looking behind him. Draco leaned casually against the wall, smirking as he normally did when he was overconfident.
"Draco, stop – " McGonagall tried to intervene.
"Why should I?" Draco didn't let McGonagall finish what she was going to say. "He's a drunk, and he knows it. What a waste…"
The words lingered on Draco's lips like venom, making Harry angrier and angrier by the moment.
"Draco Malfoy!" McGonagall yelled.
Harry suddenly appeared in front of the blond, his wand at Draco's throat. Draco tried to appear untouched by fear. He didn't want to give Harry the satisfaction of knowing he feared him.
"You're still the same, Malfoy," Harry said only so Draco could hear. "Nothing has changed about you. You're still the same cowardly little boy who couldn't even bring himself to kill someone."
Draco's face grew pink with anger.
"Scourgify," Harry yelled, causing bubbles to foam out of Draco's mouth.
Draco coughed through the suds, not able to breath. McGonagall preformed the counter-curse quickly
"Stop this nonsense, Harry Potter!" McGonagall screamed.
Draco drew his wand, but as soon as he looked up, no one was in front of him.
"I know more magic than you can dream of," Harry whispered from behind Draco.
Draco knew Harry had become a different person. He was no longer the little brave Gryffindor who had a big heart and loved his friends. He was cold, dark, and depressed. They seemed to have something in common.
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