Alliances

Title: Alliances 1/? (I might change it later if I think of something better)
Author: twelfthman
Rating: PG-13
Warning: slash thoughts, language
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don’t, or else I would keep all of them in my room and force them to do my every wish. They’re JK Rowling’s, and I refuse to be sued. If I made money from this, would I still be here?
Summary: Everything Harry has lived for or against has changed and he’s having trouble coping.
Author’s Note: thank you so much to all my betas. When I finally finish this whole thing, I’ll make sure to put all of your names down.
Archive: well, duh, I have it here, but ask and I probably will allow
Feedback: YES PLEASE! But be nice, cause this is my first fanfic…

PART ONE
As Harry was preparing Dudley’s grapefruit for breakfast, he heard Aunt Petunia’s easily distinguishable high pitched yelp.
“BOY! GET OVER HERE NOW!”
Harry put down the knife and slowly walked into the living room. He tried his best to pretend he didn’t know what was happening by keeping a blank look on his face, but he had already assumed some magic had occurred in the Dursley house. And, of course, there would be none of that!
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! ALLOWING A FUCKING OWL TO DELIVER MAIL BY CRASHING INTO A WINDOW IS REDICULOUS! I HATE MAGIC!” By now, Uncle Vernon’s face was swollen as big as Dudley’s always was and had turned several shades of red and purple.
“But I didn’t send it! It’s not my fault that my friend’s owl is too small to keep itself balanced in the wind! At least it got here in over two days before any muggle letter would!” Harry was quite pissed that Uncle Vernon could possibly think magic was inconvenient.
“Muggle? What the hell does that mean?” Dudley practically whispered as he stood cowering in the corner, smartly not getting in Uncle Vernon’s way. Just because Uncle Vernon tended to yell obscene words while frustrated, Dudley knew that there would be trouble if he ever did.
“Non-magic people. That’s what you are and I want nothing to do with it, just like you don’t want anything to do with wizards!” Harry ran outside to grab the owl and the letter. When he got to the garden (with Aunt Petunia screaming not to dare ruin her flowers through the window) and leaned over to pick up what he thought was Errol, he noticed that it wasn’t Errol at all. It wasn’t even one of Hermione’s owls.
Puzzled, he quietly tried to make his way upstairs without being pestered.
“When you blew up my sister last time, that was enough. From now on, if you do anything sketchy, I’ll never let you go back to that bloody school of yours. You mark my words!”
Harry paid no heed to his uncle’s threats. Uncle Vernon had said the same thing to him every year he’d gone to Hogwarts, and things still happened every summer. Harry just let him yell as he walked up the stairs with the owl on his shoulder and letter in his hand.
Upon arriving to his room, he put the owl in Hedwig’s cage, as she had gone out for a night flight. Harry finally looked down at the letter to see that it had the official Hogwarts seal. He opened it, expecting to find the list of his class supplies. Noticing there was only one sheet of parchment, he curiously read it wondering what it could be.

Dear Harry,
This is Albus Dumbledore sending you some
recent news that I feel you must know. I
have received word from the ministry that
Lucius Malfoy has changed his status and
is no longer a supporter of Voldemort. I
wanted to inform you of this immediately due
to your certain, shall I say, ‘connections’
with Voldemort and his followers. More
directly tied to your school atmosphere is
this means, obviously, Malfoy can no longer
be considered your enemy due to these
changing conditions. I just thought you
should know, as it would be very embarrassing
for you to accuse him of evil, as it is also
probably a very touchy situation for young Mr.
Malfoy to experience such a quick change in
the way of life. By the way, you’ll be getting
your packet shortly. I ‘m looking forward to
seeing you at the start of the term! I heard
Hermione has taken part in an educationally
gifted camp for witches. Did she have fun?

Regards,
Albus Dumbledore

Harry felt dizzy. What was he supposed to think? His whole world had just been turned upside-down! Now Draco had suddenly become the unknown, the variable. Harry didn’t know what to think of him anymore. How was Harry supposed to treat him? He worried about what Draco would think. What if Harry tried to be sympathetic and was still given the cold shoulder or vice versa? Harry dropped onto his bed and fell asleep as the world spun in turmoil through his heavy lidded eyes.