Hello, all! Making Day Break here. Just wanted to say hi, and that I'm really excited for this story! It will be slash, MxM, DM/HP. I hope you all enjoy.
disclaimer: I DO NOT, NOR WILL I EVER, OWN ANYTHING PERTAINING OR RELATED TO THE HARRY POTTER SERIES. Anything you may remember is not mine. The italicized section is directly from Sorcerer's Stone, no copyright infringement intended.
"There is much to lose. One could lose one's expectations, one's memories, one's childhood, one's life. But none of that ever compare to what there is to gain." ~-~Insert Some Fancy-Name
Harry woke, much like every morning, to the squeaking of his sharp-nosed aunt. Today was the particularly inventive, "Get up, you useless twig! The laundry won't fold itself!" And a rap on the broom cupboard door. Several spiders fell from the ceiling and walls at her insistent noise.
Harry sighed and brushed one of the eight-legged creatures off his sheets before rising and slinging on some semblance of clothing. Aunt Petunia knocked harshly once again. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Harry muttered as he pushed open the shabby door and stepped into the bright kitchen.
"Don't get dirt on my new carpet, boy," Petunia said as he made his way into the living room. There he was greeted with three mountains of laundry and one tiny hill of greying, leftover clothes that belonged to Harry himself. He put plastic down on the floor and set to folding.
He had gotten through a substantial amount of one pile before his cousin woke up. "Aww, look at Harry, doing house wife's duties, in his rightful place!" Dudley came up behind the couch and shoved one of the neatly-folded stacks to the floor. "Thinking of getting an apron and a husband already?" Harry growled at him to go away, and set about fixing the mess. Thank goodness he had remembered to put down the plastic. Otherwise, Petunia would have made him re-wash all the items that touched the floor, even though she kept her house cleaner than Rachael Ray's kitchen.
By the time the majority of that chore was done, the rest of the family had finished breakfast, and he cleaned the kitchen and swept thoroughly. Harry grabbed a piece of toast to munch on and settled down for a moment. He was just waiting for a shrill "Harry!" To ring through the house, calling him to do some mediocre activity. But for now, he could simply think.
His birthday was tomorrow. Harry still got a twinge of excitement at the thought of his eleventh birthday, even though the Dursley's had never gotten him anything before. He had gotten a coat hanger one year, and a lonely left sock a few years before, but most of the time they forgot. Still, he couldn't help but feel that this year would be extraordinarily different.
Especially since the zoo debacle, and the snake-talk thing, he had been none too keen on displaying his...differences to others. He saw this year as a chance to maybe change that. He was going to a new school, after all. Some place called St. Brian's. It didn't sound like a particularly nice place, but it couldn't be helped. He was getting out of Number four, Privet Drive and he was never looking back.
Harry sighed heavily as his aunt's voice rang out from the garden. The simple, harsh monotony of the Dursley household was nearly unbearable anymore. Oh, well. At least he had something to look forward to.
"Yer a wizard, Harry," the giant gamekeeper had said. That was yesterday, after the letters, the owls, the crazy move to the middle of nowhere. Harry was sure he could see the smoke coming out of his uncle's ears when Hagrid had turned that pink umbrella on Dudley and given him-of all things-a pig's tail. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself now, as they were walking down the streets of Diagon Alley.
"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid,nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped of fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts Carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" She said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot in 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 footstool 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," drawled the boy. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying books and mother's up the street looking at wands." He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own."
"Racing brooms?" Harry asked, intrigued.
"Oh, yes. I hear they're coming out with a new Nimbus." Here the boy seemed to get a bit less bored. "I've got my Comet at home, but it's not anywhere near as fast. What's your favorite model?"
"Oh, I don't-that is, I'm not-"
The pale boy turned to face Harry, his eyes narrowing. "You're not a muggle born, are you?"
"Oh, no," Harry said. "But, see, my parents are dead, and my mother's horrid sister is the only living family I have. She and her family can't do any magic. And they won't talk about it. I didn't even know magic existed until yesterday."
The boy stared, horrified. "Salazar! They didn't even tell you about magic? What kind of no-good squib does that? How did you ever survive?"
Harry, though unsure what Salazar or a squib was, didn't comment. Instead, he opted for a shrug. "River kept me company."
The pale boy was now enraptured with Harry's story. "Is River your sister or something? Don't tell me it's just an owl, people who talk to those are as loony as Lovegoods." As he said this, both witches finished their measuring and let the boys down from the stools.
"River? She is a snake." Harry said proudly. "I found her in the garden last year."
The other boy seemed to be trying hard not to scoff. As it was, he still snorted. "A snake kept you company."
Harry smiled. "She's great company. Once, we got into an argument about who was uglier, my uncle or my cousin, and-"
"Wait, an argument?" The blond interrupted.
"Sure. Don't most wizards talk to snakes?" Apparently not, for the other boy's jaw dropped. Harry seemed to get a bit embarrassed then. "I thought it was just another freaky magic thing." He said under his breath.
The other boy closed his mouth audibly. "What's your name, friend?" He asked politely.
The blond laughed aloud, he was so surprised. "So you're Harry Potter! Well, hello." He stuck out his hand. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
That is the end of chapter one! Let me know what you guys think. Even in passing, review!
Also, I would love to have a beta. If anyone is interested, mention it in a review or PM me.