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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter... Obviously...

AUTHOR NOTES: Please review. No flames... hopefully no need for them. Any way I hope you like this story. I've had the plot fully formed for almost two years now and have been unable to write it until now... TALK ABOUT WRITER'S BLOCK! So any way, here it is! I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE


Draco Malfoy wasn’t someone to give up easily, although occasionally he did give in. It had been two years since he had escaped from the death eaters, fighting for his life, and giving in to his desires to find someone who would help him… someone on the light side. It had been two years since Voldemort was defeated.

It was almost two years since he realized that no one would believe his honest fear and disgust of the dark lord… and it was exactly one year, three hundred and sixty two days since he had arrived here.

Draco always prided himself on his ability to quickly adjust to any situation. Even his adjustment from prime student in his home of Hogwarts to prize death eater and murderer over night, he had managed fairly well. It had taken him more than anything he’d ever known, however, to sit back, shut his mouth and adjust to this new life.

This was it. He no longer had the energy to find a way out. He would rot away here on this side walk until he was dead… and he didn’t care.

He leaned back into the cold street lamp, biting his fingernails. It was a habit he had aquired that his past self would slap him for, but ‘old Draco’ was gone, and ‘present Draco’ couldn’t stop doing it.

He surveyed the street around him that he had come to know so well. It was a short stretch of cement between two obscure side streets practically hidden by alleyways. Draco often wondered how he had found his way to this little strip of isolated land, but his mind at the time had been so preoccupied and vacant that he didn’t even know where he was until that little shining automobile slowed to a stop next to him. This place, it seemed was made for this kind of work. And Draco, it seemed was a very attractive prospect for a few spare dollars.

It was a little late for him to start the night, but he wasn’t eager. All he needed was enough to eat and sleep somewhere with a bed, and he had enough for the night. It would have been nice if he could just relax, but he didn’t want to be stuck outside for tomorrow night.

As far as the ‘market’ went Draco didn’t have to try very hard to get money. He stood out on the same street as several other people, waiting under the lamp until someone came along. He didn’t dress up, or dress ‘down’ like most of the others. He wore what he had. He wore his tight black pants, the other pair long gone, and his black button down shirt, undone, (so far only one person had noticed that it was silk), and he wore his cloak when it was cold.

Today it was chilly. Late in October he supposed, but it was hard to remember. He was tempted to button up his shirt the rest of the way to keep a little warmer when the sound of screeching tires allerted him to the arrival of a black car slamming to a stop in front of him.

He stared, but the glare of the street lamp made it impossible to see who was inside.

Recovering quickly, he took a step forward and bent down to see the driver. Draco froze, a fist of ice clenching down around his heart. He stared at the figure as he took several steadying breaths, looked at Draco, and then looked away again, struggling to breathe.

Finally with a jerky motion, he pulled the car into park, and looked at Draco, his stunned expression mirroring Draco’s perfectly.

“Y—you… I can’t believe it’s you…” he breathed.

A powerful fource took over Draco’s body and instead of running, he spoke.

“Harry,” he said. The use of his first name snapped even Draco from his stupor. He stood up, ignoring Harry Potter as he attempted to leap from his car with his seat belt still on, and turned around.

“Wait!”

Harry Potter. Why was it Harry Potter? He was found. Where was he supposed to hide now? They were going to arrest him, because Harry Potter had seen him…. Oh God. Harry Potter had ‘seen’ him. On a street corner waiting…Harry Potter had…. He was going to be sick.

“Malfoy! Wait!”

He grabbed him, forcing him to a stop.

“Where are you going?” he gasped.

Draco yanked his arm away and took a step back.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

Harry straightened up looking at him.

“I thought you were dead,” he said. “Everyone did.”

He breathed deeply, continuing to stare Draco’s face over as though he were physically unable to look away.

“You’re really alive,” he whispered, and to Draco’s amazement his eyes began to shine with tears.
Within seconds he was against the blond, holding him tightly and trembling.

Draco was unable to move.

He stared as the green eyed boy finally pulled back, still clinging to his arms, and keeping his head bowed to hide his eyes.

“What—what are you doing?” Draco choked.

“I—I’m sorry,” Harry said. “I just thought you were dead.”

Maybe Harry wasn’t hearing himself. Why would he care if Draco was dead?

He shoved the black haired boy away angirily.

“Is this a joke?” he demanded.

Harry stared, and then slowly a cheerless smile touched his face.

“I guess it doesn’t really make sense,” he admitted. “But… so many people died, and I thought… I thought you were one of them, and suddenly seeing you after two years,” he shook his head. “I don’t know.”

He sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He looked at Draco. “Where have you been all this time?”

Draco shook his head.

“Why should I tell you?” His heart was pounding.

Harry looked slightly crestfallen but nodded.

“You don’t have to, I guess.” He smiled. “What are you afraid I’ll turn you in to the ministry?” he
asked. He frowned. “Oh, I guess I’m supposed to,” he said. “Oh, but don’t worry,” he said, seeing Draco’s expression. “I’ve had it up to here with the ministry.”

Draco swallowed, his mouth painfully dry and shook his head.

“You’re not reporting me?” he asked.

Harry sighed heavily.

“Well, I really should… but, unless you’re doing something too illegal, I couldn’t be bothered.” He gazed at Draco seriously, his gark green eyes narrowing and sizing him up. “I guess you’ve been hiding all this time… have you been using any dark magic?” he asked.

Draco tried to hold back his laughter, but he couldn’t. It rang out and echoed loudly through the empy alleyway that Harry had followed him into.

He looked at Harry who was staring in confusion and attempted to hold in a snort.

“I kept my wand for a month,” he said. “And then I snapped it.”

Harry stared.

“You what?”

End chapter one

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