The Chosen One
The Autobiography of
Chapter one: Life with the Dursleys.
It amazes me, never once did anyone ask why I came back from the summer hols skinnier than when I left. No one ever questioned my clothes which were always three times to big. And I am certain that nobody ever inquired as to how my relatives were treating me.
If they had would I have told them the truth? Probably not, I was the savior of the wizarding world, I wasn't supposed to have problems, my life was supposed to be perfect.
Oh how far from the truth that was.........
Hermione opened the townhouse door dropping her keys to the table beside the door sliding off her shoes.
She sighed looking around the room she found exactly what she expected to find. A tall brunette male with shoulder lenghth hair was sitting slouched on the couch with a glass of red wine.
"Still no luck today Harry?" Hermione questioned moving to sit on the couch next to him.
"Of course not." Harry scoffed leaning forward to sit his glass on the coffee table. "No one wants to publish my book... well at least not the way I wrote it."
"I can't believe no one will publish a first hand account from the boy who lived himself." Hermione exclaimed.
Harry was stopped from answering when Ron entered the house. "Didn't go well I take it?" Ron quirked an eyebrow seeing the wine on the table watching as Harry lit up a cigarette and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
"Yeah you could say that," Harry nodded blowing out a puff of smoke.
"Gross Harry I really don't know why you don't do that outside." Hermione gagged getting up and moving away from him.
"Because it's cold out there." Harry replied cheekily.
"Well it is only December you know." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So where is Lavender today Ron?"Harry then asked ignoring Hermione.
"She's didn't want to come out in the cold she's due to pop any day now." Ron grinned.
"I still never thought you'd be the first out of all of us to become a parent." Hermione chuckled sitting back down as Harry put out his cigarette.
"Yeah yeah, so what happened today Harry?" Ron blushed.
"Well, this publisher said that it didn't have enough action in it, that publisher would publish it if I shortened it to make it fit in a history book. One publisher even said they would print if I turned it into a romance novel." Harry shook his head in disgust.
"Harry here's a thought." Hermione spoke up. "Why don't you just open a publishing company. Then you could publish this book and you could do an autobiography, you could even publish books for other people who are facing the same problems as you are now."
"Oh yeah my autobiography that's a good one Hermione. Chapter one, used and abused. Chapter two; but I can't be a wizard. Chapter three how many ways can I look death in the face and say fuck you?" Harry shook his head.
"You really should write an autobiography Harry." Ron agreed. "How long have you been complaining that no one know who you are. That all they see is what the prophet writes."
"Alright I'll write an autobiography." Harry finally conceded.
"and the publishing company?" Hermione pushed.
"I'll talk to my financial adviser." Harry rolled his eyes.
"You're going to ask Sirius about opening a publishing company? Does he even know how to read?" Ron snickered.
"I'm offended Ron. Just because I don't like to read doesn't mean I don't know how." Sirius wandered into the living room in his boxers stretching.
"Sirius, don't you have a house?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, but I'm much more comfortable here with you and my godson. Come on Mione you two didn't risk your lives to save me from the veil for nothing did you?" Sirius gave Hermione his best puppy dog look.
"I only did the research on how to do it. Harry is the one who risked his life to come in there after you." Hermione corrected.
"But of course, my mistake." Sirius rolled his eyes lounging in a chair. "But for the record that should go go into your autobiography. Boy who lived saves his criminal godfather from veil of death."
"Sirius, you are not a felon and you haven't been since I caught wormtail." Harry sighed leaning his head against the back of the couch.
"So what are we going to call our publishing company?" Sirius asked leaning forward.
"Hmm?" Harry sat up.
"I wanna go into it in halves with you." Sirius grinned.
"Black Inc. short for black incorporated." Harry suggested.
"I love it." Sirius exclaimed.
"Oh this is so exciting." Hermione squealed jumping up. "I've got to go tell Luna!" Hermione ran out of the room.
"So are she and Luna official?" Ron chuckled.
"Yep, Hermione asked her on Tuesday." Harry laughed. In school he always saw Ron and Hermione being together, now Ron was about to become a father and Hermione was dating Loony Luna Lovegood.
"What about you?" Ron moved to sit next to his friend. "When are we going to meet your new squeeze?"
"I don't have a squeeze Ron, I've had one date in two months." Harry sighed. He had come out to his friends as gay and ever since they had been pushing him to find a guy and settle down.
"Don't worry Harry. You'll start this publishing thing and meet some smart writer." Ron patted him on the back. "I need to get home to Lavender though, so I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah , Ron I'll see you."
After Ron had left Sirius moved to sit next to Harry.
"So where will our little company be located?" He asked.
With a smile Harry leaned forward and they began to discuss.
Three years later.
Harry leaned over his assistant Jordan's shoulder brushing a long strand of raven hair behind his ear.
"No, the writing is wrong." Harry ran his finger along the mistakes in the drawing.
Jordan had been doubling as the artist for Harry's newest book series. A children series entitled "The Adventures of the Golden Trio."
"Good job other than that though." Harry patted the man's shoulder and left him to finish the drawing of the mirror of erised.
"Harry, your three o'clock meeting." Hermione poked her head in the door. "He's here and..."
"Thanks Mione'." Harry rushed out the door past her without listening to what else she was trying to say.
Harry strode to his office with a smile on his face. In three years the little company had turned into a multimillion dollar corporation.
He entered his office and took a seat behind his desk.
Harry began to look over some notes and only looked up when he heard his office door.
The most gorgeous man he had ever seen strode through the door carrying a stack of bound papers. The man was tall and his skin looked like it was made from the full moon, pale and smooth His platinum blond hair was a wind swept mess that made him look like he had recently been thoroughly shagged. That thought alone made Harry's throat go dry . Wearing tight tailored slacks and a green silk button up shirt.
Harry realized his potential client had stopped in front of him and quickly came to his senses and jumped to his feet extending his hand.
"Good Morning..." Harry smiled broadly bringing his eyes up to meet the other mans gaze and almost choked. "Malfoy?"
"Potter?" Draco seemed just as stunned at seeing Harry as Harry was at seeing him.
"Oh, Um Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for you today?" Harry asked putting his professional composer back in place.
"You own this firm? I thought I was meeting with a Mr. Black." Draco still seemed slightly stunned.
"Ah, I half own this firm. Sirius Black owns the other half. He is in Bermuda on vacation. Please have a seat." Harry gestured to one of the comfy armchairs in front of his desk while taking a seat himself.
"Oh uhm, okay, well I brought a draft of my book." Draco reached up to his collar tugging at it trying to loosen it.
"Great, what kind of a book is it?" Harry reached out to take the manuscript.
Draco holds out the bound stack of papers slowly unsure if he wants to give it to Harry at all now.
"It's an autobiography."
"What are you looking to do with it, such as how many copies do you want published? Where do you want it distributed?" Harry asked being extremely professional about the whole ordeal.
"You would publish it?" Draco asked shocked. "You haven't even read it."
"Oh, I'll publish it, now what remains to be seen is what I will pay you for it." Harry replied with a grin.
Draco's jaw dropped, "But why? All the other places just dismissed me without even looking past the title."
"Malfoy, do you know why we started this company?" Harry asked leaning forward resting his chin on his fingertips.
"No?" Draco replied as if questioning if he should.
"three years ago I wrote a book about my experiences during the war, no one would publish it not even for me. so I started this company, dedicated to publishing for anyone not just those deemed worthy by a higher power. It's ridiculous someone like Lockhart could be published but actual intelligent minds can not." Harry shrugged leaning back in his chair.
Draco chuckled. "I couldn't agree more on that."
Harry just smiled. "So, what kind of royalties are you looking at?"
"I don't know how does it usually work?" Draco looked confused.
"Well we usually take forty percent, which is lower than any other firm in London leaving you with the remaining sixty percent.
"Really?" Draco was now leaning forward.
"unless you would like to negotiate for more?" Harry questioned.
"N. No, That's a great deal.. I guess." Draco shrugged.
"Excellent, now all I have to do is read this and I can offer you a buying price." Harry grinned widely.
"Damn, I didn't think it would be this easy, thank you so much." Draco smiled.
"I do have to ask though. How did you hear about Black Inc.?" Harry was now lounging back in his chair.
"I heard they published your book, so I thought I would give it a try."
"Okay then, if you talk to Hermione on your way out she has some paperwork for you and I'll call you as soon as I've read your manuscript."
"Okay, thank you Potter." Draco reached out to shake Harry's hand.
Harry took his hand. "Please, Call me Harry."
"Er, okay thanks Harry." Draco replied awkwardly.
That night Harry went home and poured himself a glass of wine before settling onto the couch and lighting a cigarette. He pulled Draco's manuscript out of his satchel and chuckled at the title.
Memoirs Of A Deatheaters Son,
The Life of Draco Malfoy.
"Well, its no wonder why no one ever gave it a chance." Harry spoke out loud to the empty house.
Sirius wasn't due back from Bermuda for another two days and Hermione was spending the night with Luna.
Harry considered getting a dog for nights like these, he hated to be alone. With a sigh he put his cigarette in the ashtray and flipped open Draco's manuscript and began to read it. With each passing paragraph Harry gained more and more understanding into the workings that were Draco Malfoy.
When he came to chapter three and read the title he almost choked on his wine.
My worst/best enemy.
I never hated Harry Potter regardless of what people thought. Originally I wanted to be his friend. The day he turned down my friendship and chose Ronald Weasley over me, well I was furious because that day was the first time in my young life I had ever been denied anything.
After that my anger turned to resentment what did Weasley have that I didn't.
From there it was jealousy, the golden trio of Hogwarts with Harry at the lead.
He had friends who cared about him and got away with everything.
Now I have to wonder what would have happened if I had just tried to be nice to him instead of instigating fights all of the time... if I hadn't constantly picked on his friends and the people he calls family. Would I maybe have stood on a different side of the war?
Harry stopped lighting another cigarette, he was baffled by this. He had never known how Malfoy felt, nor had he ever asked he supposed. Draco had eventually sided with the light during the war but Harry had been on the run from the ministry and looking for Horcruxes so he hadn't spent much time with the blond to hear his side of the story.
Harry decided that the next time he met with Draco he would make an effort to befriend him. He also now understood Draco's initial embarrassment upon handing over the manuscript to him.
After finishing the chapter which detailed a lot of Harry and Draco's fights and arguments with Draco's thoughts and feelings about said arguments, Harry's mind was reeling.
He laid the manuscript on the table and trudged slowly downstairs to his room. When he and Hermione had moved into the townhouse he had immediately claimed the bedroom in the basement for himself. The rest of the house looked like it was still on the market to be sold with fancy china and knickknacks everywhere. The furniture was in perfect condition there was a place for everything and everything was in its place.
Harry's room was different, it took up half of the basement and the walls were covered in various posters. There was random clothing articles all over the floor his bed consisted of a mattress on the floor with a balled up comforter at the foot of it.
Harry turned on the stereo and lit a stick of incense before stripping out of his clothes and flopping down on the mattress.
He didn't sleep well that night. He kept thinking about Malfoy's book. Harry's thoughts strayed from Malfoy's book to Malfoy and how good he had looked in the office today.
As Harry finally drifted off to sleep his dreams were filled with gray eyes and blond hair.
"Harry, wake up hunny." Hermione shook Harry gently the next morning.
"Merlin, what time is it?" Harry asked rolling over wiping his mouth.
"Time for work dear." She chuckled. This was there morning routine she would wake him up he would gripe about it and ask what time it was, she would say time for work and hand him his cigarettes.
"Here you go." She placed the pack and the lighter in Harry's outstretched hand before going up to make coffee.
This was the second part of the routine. He would finish his cigarette and then take a shower by the time he made it upstairs coffee would be ready.
When Harry made it to the kitchen Hermione turned around to give him his coffee and started. Normally when Harry was heading to work he was very professional looking if not a suit and tie he at least wore a polo and khaki's this morning however his long sleeve shirt and cargo pants.
"Harry are you sick? Or did you just forget to do laundry?"
"I didn't sleep well last night," Harry replied passing off how crappy he was feeling to a bad nights sleep.
The two headed to work and Harry went about his daily meetings and tasks but as the day progressed Harry began to feel worse. After lunch Hermione strode briskly into Harry's office with a stack of papers for him to sign and found him with his head stuck in the trash can relieving his stomach of the lunch he had just eaten.
"Harry hun' just go home." Hermione sighed.
"I can't." Harry replied in between retches, "Sirius won't be back until next week, he extended his vacation. You will be leaving with Luna for your vacation in the morning. There is too much to be done and not enough people to do it."
"Harry, there are assistants that we hired to do half of the things you insist upon doing yourself, let them handle it and go home!" This time Hermione was not making a suggestion she was ordering him to go.
"Alright, fine I'm going." Harry finally finished emptying the contents of his stomach and gathered his satchel and a few things to work on from home.
"I'll stop by before I go to Luna's to check up on you." Hermione promised. Harry nodded stepping into the floo.
A couple of days passed and Harry felt like he had been run over by a cement truck. His long hair was a mess from lack of being brushed or washed and dirty dishes had begun to litter his bedroom.
He finished Draco's autobiography and was upset that he couldn't schedule a meeting with the blond to make an offering price.
He could however at least call the man to let him know he had read it and wanted to schedule an appointment as soon as he was back in the office.
Harry through the blanket off of him and threw on a robe over his boxers before heading upstairs to make the fire call.
Harry stuck his head in the fire and was answered by a house elf. "Yes sir what can Tibbins be doing for you sir?" Harry shook his head only Draco Malfoy would have a house elf to answer his floo calls. "Yes can you tell Mr. Malfoy that Mr. Potter from Black Inc. is calling." The elf vanished and a moment later Draco appeared.
"Potter." Draco greeted with a nod.
"Hello Malfoy I just wanted to inform you I finished your manuscript." Harry began coughing. "I apologize but that is the second reason for my call, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet with you at the office until my cold has cleared up."
"Oh, Okay." Draco sighed looking disappointed.
"Or, perhaps we can discuss it over the fire." Harry suggested seeing Draco's expression.
"Or, you could let me through." Draco replied with a crooked smile that made Harry's breath catch in his throat.
"Do you really want to risk getting sick over this?" Harry asked after a moment.
"Malfoy's don't get sick Potter." Draco smirked.
"That's right I forgot Malfoy's are genetically altered super humans with no weaknesses" Harry rolled his eyes. "when would you like to meet?"
"Exactly, took you long enough to figure out. Well how about now?"
"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately for a meeting with a client." Harry pulled his robe tighter around him even though all Draco could see was his head.
Draco rolled his eyes. "So go change then."
"Fine come on through." Harry sighed rolling his eyes.
"Why thank you." Draco smiled.
Draco stepped out of the fire and Harry crossed his arms over his chest. With a huff he turned around letting Draco follow him to the living room and gestured to the couch.
"I'll be right back make yourself at home." Harry turned to walk away murmuring as he went. "Bloody Malfoy's never change."
"What was that?" Draco asked turning to look at him.
"I said I'm just going to go change." Harry blushed.
"Sure." Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry ran downstairs throwing on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt before returning to the living room.
"Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?" Harry questioned before sitting down.
"Yes, please." Draco nodded.
"How do you take it?" Harry asked wanting to kick himself for the double meaning in that one little question.
"black." Draco replied. Harry could have sworn he saw Draco's mouth twitch to fight back a smile.
He returned after a moment with two mugs of coffee and sat one down in front of Draco. He coughed again then lit up a cigarette.
"Ah, I see why you're ill." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Why am I ill then? I'd love to know so I could brew up something to get rid of it." Harry retorted snidely. He knew very well what Draco was referring to.
"Cigarettes, not only is that the most muggle habit ever it's completely bad for you." Draco lectured.
"Thank you Dr. Mom, My cigarettes are not why I am sick otherwise I would have gotten this cold right after the war ended. Now are we here to talk about my bad habits or an offering on your book?" Harry sighed.
Draco threw his hands up in a defensive manner. "Sorry didn't realize I would be hitting a nerve. Let's talk about my book."
Harry rolled his eyes sitting back on the couch.
"As I told you over the fire, I finished reading your manuscript and on behalf of Black Inc. I would like to offer you thirty-six thousand galleons."
"What? Wow! Really?" Draco sputtered.
"I would also like to offer you an opening publishing of three thousand copies to be delivered to Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley and, Andorra, as well as a few other lesser Known shops." Harry nodded.
"Amazing, yes thank you." Draco lost his usual reserve and bounced excitedly on the couch cushion.
"If there are any changes you need to make go ahead and do them and get me a final copy I want to rush this to print." Harry smiled.
"Yeah, I need to finish the last chapter." Draco nodded.
"I will warn you though, once this has been published you might want to cancel your mail service for a while." Harry teased.
"I figured as much, I can handle some hate mail if it gets my story out there." Draco shrugged.
"When I first published 'The Chosen One' I got all sorts of mail." Harry chuckled thinking back. "That was two years ago and I still get letters from people who are upset that I grew up the way I did. And people who don't approve of my sexual preferences."
"Say What?" Draco leaned forward slightly.
"Yeah it's ridiculous, why should it matter that I'm gay?" Harry scoffed.
"Wait, you're gay?" Draco started.
"Yep, that's why Ginny and I broke up I didn't have any feeling for her and I had a serious crush on this guy in the auror academy." Harry replied amazed that he was carrying on a normal conversation with Draco Malfoy.
"What happened?" Draco all but whispered leaning forward.
"Things didn't work out." Harry felt his eyes tearing up but he refused to cry in front of Draco.
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business." Draco sat back noticing Harry's attitude change.
"No, it's okay." Harry smiled. "He was my first boyfriend we were together for almost three years. I came home from auror training and caught him in our bed with another man. Apparently he only wanted to date me because he wanted to be able to say he fucked the famous Harry Potter."
"So why did he drag it out for so long?" Draco asked. "Did he really want to destroy you?" Draco asked subconsciously scooting closer to Harry.
Harry blushed crimson. "I heard from a mutual friend that he stayed because..well. I like to spoil the people I care about."
"So he used you? What a prick I'm sorry." Draco shook his head.
"Not your fault he was an ass there have been a few of them, you should read my biography." Harry lit another cigarette.
"Maybe I should, I might learn a few things." Draco smirked.
"I know I learned a few from yours." Harry blushed again.
"Really? Like what?" Draco ventured.
"I would have been your friend if you hadn't insulted the first people who were ever nice to me." Harry mumbled.
"I was a brat. I'm apologize for all of the stupid things I did. Can we start over?" Draco held out his hand.
"I'm sorry too I egged you on a lot." Harry smiled leaning forward to grasp his hand.
"Hi I'm Harry Potter."
They shook hands and Harry quickly let go of Draco's hand rushing from the room. Draco sat there stunned for a second until he heard the sound of vomiting from somewhere down the hall.
At first he sat there then after a minute he sighed getting up and following the sound. He entered the bathroom to find Harry kneeling on the floor being sick.
"Merlin," Harry gasped. "I thought I got over this part already." he rested his head on the rim of the toilet not seeming to realize Draco was there. This was proven when Draco turned the faucet on and Harry jumped.
"Draco I.." He paused to stick his head back in the toilet. Draco just shook his head and wet a washcloth with cold water. He moved away from the sink and dabbed the cold cloth at the back of Harry's neck and when he stopped puking applied it to his cheeks and forehead as well.
"Is this how bad you've been since this all started?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yeah," Harry groaned.
"And you've been here by yourself the whole time?" Draco continued questioning.
"Yes, Hermione and Sirius are both away on Vacation." Harry sat up. "I'm sorry you had to see this I should have waited and met with you once I was better."
"No, it's fine but you shouldn't be here by yourself." Draco replied helping Harry up.
"Sirius will be back the day after tomorrow." Harry shrugged going to the sink to brush his teeth.
"I'll stay here with you then." Draco crossed his arms over his chest as if daring Harry to tell him no.
"You really don't have to do that Draco." Harry shook his head after rinsing his mouth.
"No, but I'm going to anyway." Draco stated firmly. "We are friends now and I take care of my friends."
"Merlin what have I gotten myself into?" Harry teased with a small smile.
"Come on. Your room is downstairs right?" Draco questioned.
"Yes, but I'm fine really." Harry left the bathroom going to sit down on the couch and light a cigarette.
Draco stepped in front of him taking away the cigarette sticking it in his own mouth pulling Harry up from the couch.
"I thought the cigarettes were what were making me sick!" Harry admonished allowing himself to be lifted to his feet.
"Malfoy's don't get sick Potter." Draco grinned taking a hit from the cigarette. "Let's go you're going to bed."
Draco led Harry downstairs to his room looking around the room he laughed.
"What's this your man cave?"
"Hmph. Yes, if you don't like it go back upstairs." Harry whined crawling up in bed pulling the blanket up over himself.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm going to go see what you have in the kitchen to make soup with."
Without waiting for a reply Draco took off up the stairs to do just that.
Harry lay there with a baffled expression on his face. Somehow in the span of a week he had gone from being happy to ignore Malfoy's existence to Draco in the kitchen making him soup.
He smiled slightly at that before curling up and going to sleep reveling in the fact that for once somebody other than Hermione was taking care of him.
AN- I'm sorry to my wonderful readers, I have yet again started a new story without finishing my other ones first, as usual this is a pilot chapter, if you like it tell me you like it reviews and story adds will ensure that I continue the story if no one likes it I won't continue it.
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