Dragon He Saved

Title: Dragon He saved

Author: Prentice

Rating: NC17; FRAO (Fan Rated Adults Only)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Content

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: Books 1 thru 4

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama

Series: Yes. DHS.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained here-in, are the
property of J.K. Rowling, the WB, Bloomburg books and etc. No infringements of
these copyrights are intended, and are being used here without permission. No
profit was made and no harm was done.

Author’s Note: Remember, suspend your beliefs!

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted.

 

Story Notes:
Narration will, from this point forward, be noted by italics.

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Chapter 1

You\'re still here then? Good, good.

Well, I can’t tempt everyone. But, on with the show...

Late Summer

Dursleys
Smallest Bedroom

No. 4 Privet
Drive

The sun was
just cresting over the trees to touch the roof of number four Privet Drive when
the first signs of something being very wrong began to show. It wasn\'t a one
thing that would tip a passer-by off that something wasn\'t quite right. It was a
collective number of things. But fortunately for Harry Potter, it was far to
early for anyone, including his Aunt and Uncle, to be awake and to notice.

When Harry
woke that morning he knew something was wrong. Not just because he had woken up
before the sunrise, which really wasn\'t an odd occurrence, but because his scar
was tingling. Not burning like it would when Voldemort was up to no good but a
gentle tingle. Almost as if electricity was massaging it or someone was touching
it feather-light. Which was an experience that this particular young man had
never in all his years of life had felt so it was indeed enough to make him jerk
awake and clamp a hand over his forehead.

Looking
around wearily to make sure it wasn\'t his cousin playing a nasty joke, Harry
slide his legs from beneath the horridly thin sheets then up and over the side
of his bed to sit up. Pulling himself into a sitting position, Harry gasped as
the movement caused a sudden increased jolt in the feeling that, for a moment,
overwhelmed his sleep fogged mind before subsiding. Even with the icy cold floor
touching his feet, he found he could concentrate on nothing else beyond that
prickly feeling buzzing up and down the lightening bolt scar that adorned his
forehead. But all to soon the feeling began to fade as he pressed hesitant
fingers against his scar.

Beams of
sunlight began to seep through the tattered remains of what used to be curtains
as Harry traced the feeling away. He wasn’t sure why but the feeling was
disturbing in a way that he couldn’t explain. It wasn\'t as if it were the first
time his scar had given him a twinge; especially during this particular summer.
Ever since Harry had come back to the Dursley\'s after his fifth year at
Hogwarts, his scar had burned at least a hundred times. And with each burn,
Harry had simply rolled over in bed, written a quick note to Professor
Dumbledore then rolled back over and went to sleep. It was a common occurrence.
It was normal. Every day.

But this
tingling had never happened before. No sensation other than the familiar burn of
pain could he associate with his scar. Perhaps that was why it was so
disconcerting. But even so, he knew that it shouldn\'t bother him as much as it
was now.

Letting his
hand drop back down to his side, Harry reached out for his glasses, opting for
these over the contact lenses he had gotten the summer before. Sliding the wire
black frames onto his nose, Harry indulged in a fully body stretch to try to
clear his muddled mind of the shivery sensation that was threatening. It would
do him no good to try to catalog this feeling away when so much of his life was
stored in the ‘haven’t yet figured out’ section of his mind.

"Time to get
up, Hedwig" Harry mumbled, noticing for the first time that his snowy white owl
was looking at him worriedly. A soft hoot was his only answer.

For a split
second, Harry entertained the thought of crawling back beneath his flimsy albeit
warm sheets and going back to sleep. But the thought passed as quickly as it
came. Sleep was out of the question now.

Propelling
himself in to motion, the boy scuttled about the room pulling out all the
necessary items to freshen up as well as a fresh set of clothes. Popping his
toothbrush into his mouth for safe keeping (the Dursley\'s never allowed Harry to
keep his personal affects anywhere other than his room) he made his way over to
Hedwig\'s cage and flipped the door open. Ruffling her feathers a bit, he then
moved to the window and slide it open so that she could fly outside at her
leisure.

This was one
of the small allowances that made getting up early a treat. Despite the ever
hanging threat from his uncle, Harry didn’t have the heart to not allow his owl
some freedom. So, on days like these when he awoke much earlier than the rest of
the household, he would let her out of her cage to go do what she pleased.

Sighing, he
secured the latch on the window, pressing a short wooden stick he had collected
into the frame so that the window wouldn’t suddenly slam itself shut. Which it
had started to do more frequently now and Harry knew there was no hope of his
uncle fixing it. The thought was laughable.

“Bugger.”
Harry muttered as he pinched his finger between the glass and the frame. Shaking
his hand, he began to turn but before he had taken a step, a sight greeted him
that he would never soon forget...

"Malfoy?!"
Harry hissed incredulously, his toothbrush clattering out of his mouth to land
with a tap onto the floor. For an instant, he stood looking in disbelief at the
huddled figure below before throwing his change of clothes onto his unmade bed
and spinning on his heels.

The tingling
of his scar was pushed to the back of his mind as Harry all but fly out the door
of his room, uncaring if his uncle, aunt or cousin awoke because of it.