Soul Separation

Warnings: Slash; H/D, eventual SS/LM

Summary: What if things had gone differently that day in Diagon Alley? What if there were other forces and emotions at work that affected the boys' reactions? What would have happened to our beloved hero? Read on my good readers, read on………

Chapter 1: Friends

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here--- another young man being fitted up just now in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a foot stool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said Harry (HP & SS, p. 76-77)¸ and looked up into the other boys face as he answered. Their eyes met as the other boy opened his mouth to reply and the skies split, the ground roared, and lightning rent the sky. Well, at least that's what it felt like to Harry as a storm of unidentifiable emotions washed over him. Something in him recognized something in this other boy. He was no longer had a pale and pointed face, he was beautiful to Harry, all lines and soft skin. Harry wondered if he should call another boy beautiful, but that's all he could think of to describe him. The blonde boy looked just as shocked as Harry felt, his mouth still hanging open from starting to speak, his eyes locked with Harry's. The other boy seemed to collect himself faster, blushing slightly across the bridge of his nose.

"Draco," the blonde boy spoke softly, he moved to shake hands with Harry, but the witch pinning him coughed gently; Draco looked slightly sheepish, "and you are?" Draco couldn't help it, he suddenly wanted to know everything about this boy, no matter that he looked like he came from a poor family and was obviously out of place. He so wanted to be friends with the black haired, green eyed angel standing next to him.

"Harry," the black haired boy stated, an answering blush darkening his cheeks. He wanted to say something special to keep this boys attention, he didn't know exactly why, but he wanted Draco to like him, he wanted to be Draco's friend. They sat in silence for a few minutes; both to uncomfortable with their emotions until Harry looked out the front window and spotted Hagrid holding up a cage for his inspection. Inside rested a pure white owl with its head tucked under one wing. "Wow," Harry breathed out in awe, his gaze fixed on the bird in the cage.

"What?" asked Draco, his head snapping around to look at the man and the bird outside the window. His automatic reaction was to degrade the man; he looked like a giant, and scared him a little. "Who's that?" Harry turned back to Draco after waving at Hagrid.

"That's Hagrid; he's taking me around Diagon Alley today to get my supplies for Hogwarts." Harry beamed at Draco, "it's so amazing here, and I never imagined that something like this existed!" Draco sucked in a breath and looked almost ill. He had never guessed that this amazing boy would be muggle born; his Mother would never let them be friends if he was muggle born!

"So you're muggle born then I guess? Where are your parents; or your guardians at least?" Harry looked confused for a second about the unfamiliar term Draco had used, but his face cleared as he caught on.

"No, both my mom and dad were magic folk, if that's what you mean, but they died a long time ago, and my guardians, who are muggles, well……. they don't like me very much." Harry looked down, he knew that his clothes under the robe were torn and too big and looked extremely old. He completely missed Draco's wide eyed gaze.

"So you don't know anything do you?" Harry's head snapped up, a defensive look on his face, Draco hastened to elaborate. "I mean about quidditch, and Hogwarts and magic in general, do you?" Draco pressed, leaning forward eagerly. Harry nodded in agreement, he really was in the dark about what was going on, especially about what had happened to him as a baby, and why. Draco's expression turned serious. He knew he didn't have much more time before the fitting was finished, but he didn't want Harry coming to Hogwarts unprepared. "Here, let me give you some tips." Draco grinned as Harry stared at him in relief, "When you get your wand, make sure to get a holster for it, your going to need it with you at all times, and it's really hard to carry a wand around without anyplace to keep it. Find the best trunk and bag you can. You're going to be carrying around a lot of heavy things, and many items that are bulky to carry." Harry looked at Draco worriedly, why would anyone care about school bags and a trunk so much? Draco caught the look and just laughed softly, "Trust me; you'll thank me later in the year. And Harry, do you like to read?"

"Actually, I do. Why?" It seemed like such a weird question for Draco to be asking, why would it matter if he liked to read or not? Draco sighed in apparent relief.

"Well then, that makes things a little easier. There's only one other piece of advice I can give you. Between now and September 1st, I would suggest reading anything about the wizarding world that you can get your hands on. I'd start by picking up a few extra books at Flourish and Blotts before you leave today and getting more when you come back. Anything that you can know before coming to Hogwarts will help you in the long run." Draco nodded decisively, as if he was imparting great wisdom on a lowly ignorant subject. Harry giggled at the haughty look on his, hopefully, new friends face. "I would write to you myself, and tell you all about the wizarding world, but my Mother wouldn't like me writing to someone she didn't know." Draco looked sad at this fact, and Harry smiled shyly, reaching out to touch the back of the other boy's hand.

"I understand my Uncle and my Aunt wouldn't like me talking to you either, no matter how much I wanted to." Harry blushed and pulled his hand away from Draco's, embarrassed by his display of affection. As he stared at his toes his brain finally began to catch up with all that had happened to him recently. Draco was right; he did need to do some research before he got to Hogwarts. Harry was usually better at learning everything he could about a situation then this; but he had been so shocked by all the new information he had received in such a short amount of time, that he hadn't even considered what he would really need to get while at Diagon Alley, as this would be his only chance to learn about the wizarding world before he went to school in a month, and he had Draco to thank for reminding him of that fact. There were many people, wizards and witches, who were going to school, that knew loads more than he did just because they had actually lived in the wizarding world all their lives, and he had not.

Harry smiled brightly at Draco, "I'm usually very good at learning what I can about what's happening, but this has been a big change and I'm not thinking like I should, thank you Draco."

"It was nothing Harry, everyone deserves a fair chance." Harry was too busy still staring at his toes to notice the deeply shocked look that had just crossed Draco's face. He had only known Harry for a few minutes and the boy was making him say things that were totally different than anything he had been taught, or anything he had thought he believed in, and meaning them! Draco knew he needed to think, especially before talking with Harry again, this dark haired angel was turning his world upside down with only a couple of looks and a few words. It was dreadfully confusing. Luckily the witch hemming Draco's robes informed him that she was done and he could go now. Draco removed the black robe and stepped down from the stool. "I have to go now Harry; will you sit with me on the train to Hogwarts?" Harry nodded rapidly; it felt so good to have made a friend so soon. Draco took the package from the witch and started toward the front of the store. He glanced back once at the green eyed boy and notice the slightly upset expression on his face, he just couldn't leave Harry looking like that, so unsure and alone. Draco searched his mind for something he could do; glancing outside to make sure his Mother hadn't arrived looking for him. As he did so, he noticed that big man Hagrid and the owl, and a thought struck him. A grin spread over his face as he pulled a pouch from his robes and walked back to Harry.

"Here." Draco stated, he crouched down and rummaged through an extra bag that Harry hadn't noticed before. He pulled out a small bag with the Gringotts logo stamped on the front. "Take this, and use the rest of the money to get yourself a familiar. Owls are great and everything, but they spend most of the year in the Owlery at school." Draco's smile was bright as he turned, robes flaring, and walked out the door before Harry could refuse.

"Thanks for the birthday gift Draco." Harry whispered after the retreating boy's back, a feeling of warmth and comfort defusing through his body as he watched the retreating form of the silver eyed boy.