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Lateral Thoughts, Parallel Lives	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A D/H Slash fiction By EmeraldGrey

A U Dark Harry *WARNING*:

>CAN BE VERY SEXUALLY DISGUSTINGLY *insinuatingly* GRAPHIC AT TIMES<

Rated PG-13 to NC-17

( deeply squicky & horrific, as well as disturbingly sexually, ie, rimming, oral, anal, etc. very graphic at times)

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine is my bizarre plot and twist of canon forming this into a freaky fanon from all 5 books and all 3 movies and that is it, as well as beyond into my pervy imagination.

This is my first Dark Harry & my first crack at writing a squick fic.

The rest is J K Rowlings, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Raincoat Books & WB Inc. NO:

Copyright, money nor trademark infringement is intended by this Author & or this website.

Warnings: THIS is An Alternative Universe, it is also un-beta'd. I feel this will help me learn from my own mistakes.

However; I am sure from time to time, Cassy, aka jameschick might possibly tweak something for me, once in a while. *big wink at Cassy*

After all, she was my first Beta, and still remains an inspiration to me, as well as being a great friend, and fellow writer.

Being that this is an AU, my timeline is quite a bit off from regular canon. If you are looking for a 'fluffy & sweet' complete with bunnies and puppies type of D/H story, this is ~NOT~ for you.

You've been warned, so no flames, nor whining about it... pay heed to the lengthy A/N &

explanations below...

A/N- What happens when two little girls of opposite lives meet and become best friends at any cost, and go against others wishes to stay that way?

Now older, those same two girls stumble upon something; a prophesy buried deep inside an ancient book, that they soon find out has to do with both of them.

Both are now graduated & married, (to very 'different' men, with very 'different' views) one of the 'Light' one of the 'Dark', both young women are now pregnant.

Each carrying a child so special, more than they or anyone could ever know...

Except one person... Their Headmaster is the keeper of their very important secret.

Both young women have made their own personal choice to blindly play their part in Fate's cruel game.

While a deadly war for personal freedom is brewing, festering, and although they are on the same side, as their lives as well as their friendship is altered, will they survive the destructive interference of a disgustingly devious desperate old man?

Will they be willing to sacrifice anything to save everything? And, What will happen when by their actions, the lives of their unborn children become parallel...

This story is SLASH, m/m fiction. *in the Prelude, there is hints of f/f, but only to explain.*

There will be a lot of swear words as it is a,

'PISSED AS HELL FUCK OFF EVERYONE! HARRY' & a ' I'VE FUCKING HAD IT FUCK YOU ALL! DRACO'

So, there will be tons of violence. Such examples are: Mentionings of Chan, cross/gen implied, as in this story, Dumbledore is a very perverted disgusting right horny old fart that likes to watch stuff and do things with and to others that he shouldn't.

In this story will be child and teen mental as well as physical abusive beatings, child and teen sexual abuse, uses of Imperious for non-rape, incest and implied incest, verbal abuses, cutting, numerous drug usage, both RL and made up, and heavy alcohol abuse, again, both RL and made up, as well as loads of lovely snark, & an arse load of angsty goodness that will reveal itself as the story unfolds.

There is also cross-dressing from an early age and? Something most fic's WON'T give you...the many reasons why.

Being that It is a DARK Harry, don't expect any *sunny* trio crap.

This is NOT a Dumbledore, Dursley's, Weasley, 'as in Ron or Ginny' friendly story.

In this story, Dumbledore is disgusting, he's a perv.

He may appear to care but? Harry has now become just one big burden to him.

The Dursley's are as 'creepy' as ever.

I've dug down deep to uncover the filthy skeletal bones hiding inside the pasts of both Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter's parents as well, and these secrets will shock you.

This is an ASSHOLE! Ron Weasley story. Ron Weasley has always been VERY jealous of Harry. JK, shows it, anyone can see it.

So In my story, I'm digging even deeper, to show how an emotion such as jealousy can destroy so much.

Over time, it can erode you to the very depths of your soul, causing you to act out in ways you normally wouldn't, and do many things you really shouldn't!

*evil giggle*

Well, while this is a problem for Ron, you will soon find out 'why' Harry could give a fuck less.

Even in the case of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley; Harry is fighting the adults in his life that still insist on telling him what to do.

He's found himself stuck with her since age 13...And, now he's found out, that the OOTP wants to move up their bonding to this Summer?

Everyone's about to get quite a shock...ESPECIALLY Ginny, as our lil' Dark Hero has a thing or two hidden under his robe sleeves to teach SLUT! GINNY.

But, Harry isn't the ONLY one with impending, unwanted girlfriend woes!

Poor Draco! He too, at age 13, got thrust into an unwanted relationship with Hogwart's 2nd. biggest slut, & He's just found out about HIS own accelerated impending Summer bonding to SLUT! PANSY.

In this story, BITCH! Hermione Granger IS NOT Harry's best friend.

She is how I see her, a nosey, know it all little mouthy smart-arsed bitch.

SO, I repeat, this is NOT a trio friendly story. While she might have the biggest crush

on Harry, & on Draco, they really could care less.

Harry really doesn't like much of anyone, not even himself.

Although, a certain Slytherin Git could give him a run for his many vaults, (both Potter & Black) at Gringotts... <g>

This is NOT a sappy Ron and Hermione story.

They cannot stand each other. And Hermione loves pitting off Harry & Draco against Ron at every opportunity.

The disgust he feels for her grows stronger. Ron was brought up with a Father that's obsessed with everything Muggle, and the snobby little know-it-all-mudblood Witch

always rubs him the wrong way! He is sick and bloody tired of all things Muggle!

Once the Prologue and the other bits of background are squared away, this story will take place at the latter end of the boy's fifth year.

With 2 months to go until Hogwarts releases them for the Summer, two troubled boys leave their school grounds in a whirl of black robes, with murder on their minds,

revenge pounding in their hearts, & anger flowing white-hot through their veins.

Both embark on a journey down the well-trodden path to Hogsmeade, just an hour apart.

later that night, inside a dusty, smelly, dank & dirty Tavern in Hogsmeade, the Scotch flows and the Fire-Whiskey shots chase, as two old adversaries form an unlikely bond.

With Summer fast approaching, bringing with it the dawn of their sixth year of Hogwarts,

as well as their forced bondings to Hogwarts biggest sluts, frustrated young men are bemoaning their situations; as desperation clings to their heated conversation, they are discussing a way out of their doomed fates.

There will be song references, as well as Book & Movie references too, because I am weird like that.

So, if you don't like Linkin Park, Papa Roach, stuff like that? I suggest ya don't read it! PR has some very graphic language! There are also some regular *not as violent* songs from other artists as well.

All songs have been chosen by the author to establish mood, set the scene.

I like to blend. But? the B&M references will be altered to my reality, not canon's, so again, don't bother bitching about it.

Pairings are: HP/DM *although not right off the bat, eh?* So, sit back and enjoy some lovely UST's. Other pairings are, SF/DT RW/BZ and MANY others.

Caution: there will be some mentionings (okay actual sex scenes) of Het-Sex, but only to further the story. For those of you that do not like that sort of thing, I will try and make it as *painless* as possible for you to read.

BUT! Please, struggle through them though, for they are important to the story plot.

Dedications: To the freedom to write SLASH! To the freedom to be pissed off, & to angsty teens everywhere. Because sometimes? Ya just gotta let it out! =)

Summary:

Two very 'different' boys find out that sometimes?

Lives that 'appear' variant, are actually so similar.

Eventual Song: Mad World

by: Andrew Michael

& Gary Jules

Lateral Thoughts, Parallel Lives

By

Emerald Grey

**The Timeline of the tale of two little boys**

April 07/July 31^st 1989 Draconis Lucian Malfoy and Harry James Potter are born.

All Hallows Eve 1990 Voldemort is no more. Harry is now an orphan, he's been placed with the Dursley's and both boys are now one years old. *Petunia gives Harry a secret ID*

1991, and the boys are 2 years old.

1992, as the boys are now 3, both begin *training*

1993, and the boys are now 4, *training* continues.

1994, and the boys are now 5. Even more *training*

September 01 1995, as the boys are now 6, Draco starts private tutoring, while Harry goes to a public School with his cousin, Dudley Dursley. *Draco has a secret ID.*

1996, and the boys are now 7.

1997, and the boys are now 8.

1998, and the boys are now 9.

1999, and the boys are now 10. Draco's private tutoring ends, and it's Harry's last year in Primary school.

2000, and the boys are now 11. Just before Hogwarts begins, on the day of Harry's birthday, they meet for the first time.

September 01, Once sorted, Draco is a Slytherin, while Harry, who's been sorted a Gryffindor, remains a Slytherin to his very core. *But, who knows, that could change...*

2001, and the boys are now 12.

2002, and the boys are now 13. Out of control, the boys get some bad news. P.P. & G.W. are thrilled...Harry meets, 'Dracie.'

2003, and the boys are now 14. Things are getting worse...Draco meets, 'Rose.'

2004, and the boys are now 15, and this is where our story really begins. =)

But first?

The prelude

~September, 01, 1971~

Inside a compartment on the train heading for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry,

a little redheaded girl is softly crying.

On the other side of the door, looking through the heavy clear glass, a little platinum blonde girl watches her closely.

Eleven year old Narcissa Black is fascinated with the pretty little girl with hair like the sun and skin so different from her own.

Looking around carefully for her 'keeper' and not seeing him in sight, placing both small pale slender hands on the large worn brass handle, she opens the door, slipping quietly inside.

~~~*~~~

'As she sees the large door opening, fumbling for her new wand, Eleven year old Lily Evans breath catches as she watches a beautiful young girl with hair like moonlight, and skin as rich as cream walk over and sit in the seat opposite of hers.

Long moments pass...tearful deep emerald eyes study silvery blue ones, until the pale girl speaks up, and smiles a smile so white, Lily almost giggled aloud at the thought of donning a pair of sunshades.

Smiling a sweet smile of her own, she's reaching out, enraptured by the lovely blonde across from her.

Shyly, the girl stretches out her slim pale hand..."Hello, I'm Narcissa Rose Black, and you are?"

With a slight blush and giggle, the tiny redhead says, " Hi Narcissa, my name is Lily, Lillian Rose Evans."

~~~*~~~

Silver eyes widen, and then narrow slightly, as they notice the bright smile his betrothed is wasting on the 'unclean' one.

Shaking his icy-blonde head, young Lucius Malfoy smirks as he plans in his mind the letter he's going to send her parents as soon as he reaches Hogwarts.

Or perhaps he might just use this 'incident' to his advantage?

With an arrogant toss of his head, he walks away.

The two large boys his Father had paid to watch over him were already in a compartment waiting for him. "Crabbe, Goyle, greetings, how was your Summer?"

Closing the heavy glass compartment door, the three third years were soon already in a deep discussion of everything from this years Quidditch World Cup, to their own strategy of getting the house cup from the 'Gryffindorks' as they quickly went through a full trolley of sweets.

~~**~~

Two compartments down, four Second years were getting re-acquainted.

James Potter smiled widely at his three best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew.

The little dark haired boy giggled loudly, as a melting chocolate frog escaped from his hand, slipping out of the window into the warm Scottish air.

~Sept, 01, 1976 ~

Two figures are huddled under the thin transparent cloth.

Carefully they make their way to the Restricted section. As the gate opens and shuts, it looks like a ghost has entered.

With a slight tug, the flimsy material is pulled from them, revealing two slender bodies, one with red hair, the other, pale blonde.

"Ouch, Lil! That hair is attached you know! By the way, how did YOU land your mitts on an invisibility cloak, hmm?"

Her slender hands frame her slim hips, and her pose is screaming 'snob' as Sixteen year old Narcissa Black is mock glaring down her slim aristocratical nose at her best friend, sixteen year old Lily Evans.

'Shh Cissa! They might hear us!" Lily whispers, her jewel green eyes wide with fear.

Silvery-blue eyes roll heavenward as the girl mutters, "Who? The bloody ghosts?! Honestly Lil, you need to stop being such a worry wart! "

Slender hands resting daintily on her own slim hips now, the read-head smirks, "Speaking of ' worry-wart' how IS Luc fairing at University? OH, and the cloak I nicked is from the un-known courtesy of that four-eyed geek, Potter. Simply put, I stole it." She grinned widely flashing her pearly whites.

Snickering, the blonde giggles, "He's hating it! He keeps demanding to anyone who'll listen, 'he has much bigger plans than mere schooling!' She mock growls, sounding frighteningly like the older teen.

Winking at her friend she purrs, "Oh my Lil, how deliciously Slytherin that was of you Luv."

Both girls break out into another round of shushed giggles, until the young blonde is holding her sides.

Glancing around, she spies the volume of the particular book they were both there to look at.

"Ahh, this is the bloody book the old bat was babbling about, hmm, lets see..."

Quickly scanning through it, she gasps, and drops it; her finger is now slowly dripping blood.

Lily walks quickly over to her best friends side, and cradles the hurt appendage, lifting it to her lips to kiss.

But, before her full red lips can touch it, the other girl jerks it away. "don't Lil, it's, um, I'm bleeding, that stupid old book bit me!" She pouts adorably, stomping one foot down hard.

Shaking her auburn head ruefully at her friends dramatics, she bends over, and picks up the book in question.

"I mean it, Lil, that damn book bit me! Be careful!" The pale girl whined to her friend.

Snickering, the girl ignores her friends advice, and soon, she too is thumbing through it.

And, all too soon, the room is awash with another sharp yelp of pain.

As the book falls from her shaking hands, Lily grabs Narcissa's hand, and both girls watch, spellbound, standing side-by-side, clutching their bloody hands tightly as the book begins to spin and softly glow.

Soon the room is filled with an eerie bright gold and green light, and the book suddenly stops spinning.

Their eyes widen as the book opens by itself, and the pages are turning furiously.

And, just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Both girls gasp as a deep voice boomed, ~"FROM THE BLOOD OF THE OLDE AND THE BLOOD OF THE NEW, TWO WILL CARRY, YET THE FATE OF THE ONE SHALL BE SHARED. ONCE TO BE BORN INSIDE THE SILVER DRAGON, LIES THE GIFT OF THE ONE. AFTER THE BIRTH OF THE ONE, THE SUN SHALL SACRIFICE, BUT THE MOON LIVE ON TO SHOW THE DRAGON IT'S PATH. ONCE JOINED, THE DRAGON & THE ONE BECOME TWO. SHOULD GOOD TRIUMPH, AT SUDDEN EVIL'S DEPART, LET THE FATES RELEASE THAT WHICH LIE BURIED DEEP INSIDE A DRAGON'S HEART."~

Looking at each other, they jump when the firm lilting voice of their Headmaster says, "Well ladies, did you find what you went in search of?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned to walk out of the room. Over his shoulder, he said, "Oh and girls, do not forget to pick up the book, and bring it with you. I expect you both in my office in ten minutes, the password is 'milk duds'."

~~*~~

Sitting behind his large maple desk, his hands gently stroking the soft golden sunset feathers of his beloved Phoenix Fawkes, Albus Dumbledore is deep in thought.

"Everything's going as to plan Fawkes." The old Wizard told his magical pet. " It was just a matter of time, until both girls figured it out. I left that book for them to find, placing a 'curious spell' on it, as well as a 'reveal blood spell, 'I just knew they were the ones, but, I had to be sure, and, now we know, because the blood never lies my fine feathered friend. Your idea of the 'voice' was brilliant old friend! With my cunning, and your planning, we WILL win this war, I just feel it in my bones."

The beautiful bird just snorted at the barmy human.

Tilting its little downy head to the side, Fawkes shook out it's bright gold plumage. Golden claws gripping the wooden perch tightly, it trilled out a lovely haunting tune.

**KNOCK** **KNOCK**

Turning back to his pet, he smiled an evil smile, "Show time my love, it's show time."

The animals black eyes lit up in anticipation.

Finally, Tom Riddle was going to get what he deserved!

"Enter!" Boomed the headmaster, as he rubbed his knarled hands gleefully.

Before turning to face them, he set his craggy features into a very solemn mask, to greet his en-snared youngest Order Of The Phoenix's newest recruits, two young girls he knew intimately well...

~~**~~

Exactly one hour later, two very shaken young girls hurry from the Headmasters office.

With school robes flying, Lily Evans is sprinting down the steep stairs toward the outside door, to the safety of the lake, fresh tears streaming down her face.

Robes billowing, as running as fast as she can to keep up, Narcissa Black, tears streaming down her own pale face, is yelling, and panting, "Lil, wait, please, talk to me, please..."

~~**~~

Watching the pair tear out of the school halls like the hounds of Hell were at their feet, the Headmaster snickers. Licking his swollen lips he savours their fresh musky sweet flavour as he notices a bit of a shimmer at the foot of the stairwell, leading to his office.

Bending down the smile he's wearing turns into a wide smirk. "Ah, interesting, an invisibility cloak, hmm, this might come in handy someday." Chuckling, he walks back upstairs, and enters the secret passage that leads to a stairway, high inside the towers.

He had something else to take care of, something he should of done long ago, but at the time, didn't have the heart to crush. Besides, he really loved watching.

But now, with the fate of the Wizarding world resting on the outcome, he had no choice.

~~**~~

The breath is momentary knocked out of her, as a little red blur tackles her to the ground. Both girls roll until coming to lie face to face, their features looking eerie in the bright moonlight.

"Why ME Narci? I can't marry him! I won't! I don't even love him! And Merlin! I have to bloody die, to protect a baby I'll never even really get to know? To never watch grow up? Just how bloody stuffed up is that Narci?" Lily screamed, pulling her best friend tight against her and hiding her head in the young girls ample chest.

Hiding in the arms of the one she truly DID love, but could never have, for she was already taken, Lily Evans broke down.

Her slim shoulders shaking with the grief of one so young, yet burdened with the weight of the world.

And, in all actuality, she did have the weight of the world resting there.

The Wizarding one, as well as the Muggle one she'd been born into.

Narcissa just sighed, holding Lily tightly to her, rocking, crooning, and shushing the trembling young girl as best she could.

Pulling Lily half on top of her, she felt the girls tears of deep grief pool at the cleft of her full breasts, soaking the thin material of her white silk blouse.

Her mind a jumble of so many things, Narcissa soon felt her own tears, threatening to fall once again as she thought, 'Gods Lil, if things could be different, we could just run away together from here, and be together forever, best friends forever...'

The only questions racing around in her battered mind, heart and soul were this, "When did everything get so damn fucked up?"

Not realizing she'd even spoken out loud until an un-lady-like snort filled the air, "You can say THAT again Luv! Besides, I hate my big sister, I don't even want any bloody children! It will ruin my perfect figure!"

Hugging Lily tighter, she smoothed her messy silky sunshine hair off of her forehead, and both girls giggled until they were soon crying again, holding onto each other for dear life, as the weight of impending adulthood came crashing down around their slender teen shoulders.

"Me either Lil, I hate my big sister too, she's an evil bitch! And I SO agree with you on the figure issue! I'm just having the one too, and Luc can kiss my little round arse if he wants more! Let him bed some tart if he needs more, I don't want his filthy uckie hands to touch me anymore than he needs to!"

Biting down hard on her full bottom lip to keep from screaming, Narcissa pondered, over the fact that the 'Wizarding World' (as both girls knew it) would cease to exist, once totally under the insane ruling of the ever-becoming-more powerful Lord Voldemort, unless a sacrifice was made and soon.

Tonight, she and Lily Evans had stumbled upon a ancient Prophesy, one that involved both girls.

And, it had to be true, because their Headmaster would never lie to them, he was kind, generous. Ever since they were both First Years, he'd watched over them, caring for them.

Why, he'd even saved Narcissa from being raped by her intended!

Lucius had insisted on punishing her for, "consorting with one beneath them on the train."

After the Sorting, and the delicious Welcome Feast in the Great Hall, as she'd been the last in line to follow the Slytherin Prefect down to their Common Room in the dungeon, she'd almost passed out from fright, as a strong slim arm grabbed her, and a large hand covered her small mouth tightly.

Pulling them both through a secret wall, and down some dark, dank corridors, only to be shoved into an abandoned classroom, her slivery eyes had filled with shocked tears as she'd recognised the tall lanky frame of her intended, Lucius Malfoy, after he'd muttered, 'Lumos'

An evil grin had spread across the young blonde boy's face as he'd slowly advanced on her saying, "A Malfoy never sullies themselves in public Narcissa. You, my love, must learn your place, your proper station as my intended." He had sneered at her, before setting down on a dusty chair.

Grabbing her by her slender wrists, he'd pulled her with a sharp jerk to fall onto her stomach across his firm Quidditch toned thighs.

Her whole small body had froze with fear, as she'd felt the large bulge of his desire for her throbbing madly against her tummy, and, at that moment, she'd feared for her safety as well as her virginity.

He was after all, 13 years old, and she was only 11, and no match for him physically.

Her Mother had even told her all of what was to be required of her, even the fact that, as her legal & bound intended, the boy had any and all rights to her, body and soul at his own discretion, at anytime, anyplace, yes, even at Hogwarts.

She then had begged on her knees to her Papa to send her far away to Beauxbatons Academy, in front of the shocked Malfoys and their equally shocked tall pale blonde son.

Both families had hinted politely that for the boy to bond sexually with her too soon, might awaken other desires, and leave them both feeling frustrated, that was about the time she'd ran out of the Manor, and had stumbled into the colourful elegant floral gardens, as he'd followed her in hot pursuit.

He had told her that very day, as she'd blushed, and he'd blushed, mumbling sweetly that, he'd wait until they were both mature enough to handle such a matter as important as sex.

He. Had. Lied.

Her long blonde hair had fallen in tangled sweaty silken waves to touch the dusty floor, as the boy roughly began pulling her robes up and her pink satin & white lace panties down around her ankles. Throwing one of his strong legs around hers to keep her from kicking up at him, she was now hopelessly trapped!

He'd laughed as her tears were falling freely, running down her forehead to dampen her hairline. She'd screamed, and screamed until she could taste the blood from her torn throat. She was terrified!

What had happened to the caring young boy who had run out after her when she'd realized she'd been all but sold to him?

That boy he'd held her, sitting her carefully onto his lap in that large swing, and gently kissing away her tears telling her she'd have nothing to fear from him. Ever.

He. Had. Lied.

He'd called her his own 'special flower', he'd smiled at her musical laughter, tucking a stray white-blonde curl behind her small ear, as he'd bent to lightly buss her pale pink cheek with a butterfly soft kiss, then nibbled lightly on her other earlobe, before he'd swung her high on the garden swing.

The shy little girl had laughed and giggled, and both children had played hide and seek, and other silly games, until they had been called in to dine with their parents, to celebrate the Malfoy-Black merger.

He had been so romantic, so devilishly handsome, making her young heart trip in her chest, bursting with the blossoms of new budding love.

Nothing like the maniac now attacking one of the most sensitive parts of her person, and in such a degrading manner.

When her arse had become as rosy red, as her face, he'd stepped up her humiliation, when she'd defied him yet once again, telling him firmly, her small chin quivering, as she looked him square in his narrowing silver eyes, that she refused to abandon her budding friendship with the small redheaded Gryffindor, Lily Evans.

Smirking an even more evil smile, he'd told her, "It was time she learned her place then."

After ordering her to strip, she'd stood there, nude, shivering, her pointed pale pink nipples rose and fell on her thin chest as she'd turned a lovely shade of pink, from her white-blonde hairline, to the tips of her little pink toes; both small hands trying in vain to cover her hairless womanhood from his heated gaze.

She'd noticed in disgust, tinged with a child�s curiosity, the way his own chest was rapidly rising and falling now, and it almost sounded as if the boy were panting.

In a low gruff voice, he'd told her to turn around, and to slowly bend over, spreading her legs.

As she did this, her face felt like it was on fire.

She screamed loudly in horror, feeling his hands tangle in her hair, her knees now skinned and bleeding, after she was roughly jerked hard to the dirty floor.

Hearing the *snick* of his unbuckling belt & the *click* of his zipper being slowly pulled down, tooth by tooth, looking up with dread, her jaw dropping, her eyes widening,

she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her as she realized his vulgar intentions.

Then? That was when she'd heard the voice of her rescuer, Albus Dumbledore.

After sending Lucius packing, running out of that room, his shirt tail hanging out of his hastily barely zipped up pants front, his black robes billowing from behind as he'd tripped and quickly scrambled up, yelling a string of colourful obscenities as if it were HIS arse on fire, which, (she recalled fondly with a smirk) it probably was, as the tall angry Headmaster had sent several stinging spells aimed at HIS arse.

Then, she'd felt the kind long bony fingers slowly pull her discarded robe snugly around her bruised and battered little body.

With one trusting look into those noble twinkling crystal blue eyes, with a small sigh, she'd gratefully fainted in his arms.

As a tiny smile is tugging at her lips, she realized, just how much of a Father-like figure to her and Lily, he had truly become.

He had not only healed her that night, so she'd not have any embarrassing questions to answer to from her Head of House, he'd even told her that both she and Lily could come to him anytime, for any reason, even if it was just to talk.

Always having a kind word for them, when they were summoned to his office for various reasons, both girls had always left feeling SO good, tingling all over.

He'd always told them how proud they made him!

As the girls were top students in their Houses, both were not only Prefects but the most popular if not most beautiful, sought after girls of Hogwarts, and they just LOVED their caring Headmaster .

So, it just made sense, and they had to believe him, as he'd gently said, "Blood Ladies, blood does not lie. You are, in fact, the ones chosen for this great gift to our world. You are the ONLY two chosen to save our people from the filth and evil that even now is spreading like a Muggle disease across our lands, tainting our lives. You cannot run away, from your destinies, you cannot change your fates. What will be, has already been foretold, and when the times comes, you must obey. At the next O.O.T.P. meeting, I shall introduce you, and I shall become BOTH of your secret keepers. NO one in this room, is to ever breathe a word of this conversation! This is ancient magic at work my Dears, and I would hate to see what would happen, if the ones responsible were to be displeased? Now, go, you are.. dismissed."

~~**~~

With a small sigh, Narcissa cuddled her friend closer to her, until she heard the soft sounds of snoring. Giggling to herself, she managed to levitate her friend, and move her closer to the shelter of the big tree.

Transfiguring two leaves into warm blankets, she wrapped one brown blanket around the exhausted girl and pulled her between her legs, wrapping the blanket more snug, and tucking the ends under her chin, and then covered them both with the remaining gold blanket, wrapping her slender arms around her precious bundle.

Leaning back against the large tree trunk, with a tiny yawn and a sigh, she too, was soon sound asleep.

~~**~~

High up in the Astronomy towers, two semi-shadowy figures, one very tall, one just a bit shorter, one very pale, one very dark, are holding each other tightly, long fingers digging into flesh, nails scratching, kneading skin, as their mouths crash together, again and again blending into a flurry of soft lips and wet tongue and sharp teeth.

"Oh Gods Luc, I've missed you so very much! I've missed your cock in my mouth, please, I must taste you now! Please Luc, I thirst for you, my Love!" Panted the horny young dark haired Gryffindor.

Chuckling softly, the older teen's silvery eyes are sparkling with mischief in the moonlight as he playfully pushes away from his younger lover, and slowly removes his robes.

James Potter's bright blue eyes widen comically behind his thick lenses the reflective moonlight making them appear starry and even larger.

Blinking his impossibly long dark lashes, he's watching as his sensual blonde lover has now removed all of his clothes to stand before him like a pale fallen angel, awash in the moon's sultry glow.

Almost tripping to get out of his own clothing, then tossing his bothersome glasses onto their pile of discarded clothing, the young 7th year Gryffindor is soon nude as well, looking like a bronze god in the eyes of his former Slytherin lover.

Both teens groan loudly as flesh meets flesh.

The area echo's with the sounds of slapping skin as they slam together hard, just the way they love it.

Soon hands are roaming to clutch, squeeze, pull, pinch, and rub greedily, covering as much sweaty boy flesh as they both can.

Rolling him onto his hands and knees on the rough and scratchy stone floor, Luc drops to his own knees to taste that sweet musky hidden spot that makes his young lover scream like a girl.

Laving and flicking, his long strong tongue stroked over and around, up and down and finally piercing through that tight ring of muscle, sucking and nibbling on that pretty little pink pucker, dragging forth his goal, to hear his lover react.

GAH! he loved it when James screamed!

Luc tongue fucked him, deeper, and faster. Soon, he had the smaller boy begging for it, sobbing for it, panting and tearfully promising anything, just to have that which his

hungry flesh so badly craved.

Smirking, he leaned over the smaller boy.

Grabbing him by his long messy black hair, he gave a firm backwards tug, forcing the man/child to bare his long tanned throat.

Dipping down to nip at the soft skin, he licked and sucked his way up that smooth column of flesh to lay claim of those full red lips.

Lucius swallows James's moans, working his way from his lovers little shell-pink ear lobes, to curl his long tongue inside that hot panting mouth around the boy's wet tongue, sucking on it like he was soon going to be sucking on that thick throbbing column of long, hot, hard, boy flesh.

Spinning his growling lover around, Luc tackles him to the ground, landing on him, causing the smaller boy to go, "Oomph!!" as the full weight of his older lover grinds up against him.

Both young teen cocks are soon dripping with creamy gooey pre-cum.

Grinning an evil smile, Luc slithers slowly down toward the slender Quidditch toned abdomen, taking time to nibble and lick and then tug at the tiny brown boy nipples, biting down hard on them, with his strong white teeth, making his lover buck upward in frustration and uncontrolled lust.

Lower, lower, he moves smirking as his long tongue follows the light sable treasure trail all the way down to the biggest kept secret in Hogwarts!

Harold James Potter was hung like a fucking Stallion and? Pony boy was all, his...

With a loud moan, Luc widened his jaws as best he could to take down all of his lovers thick 11 inches of hot pulsing boy meat.

Greedily sucking and licking, nibbling and loving on his sexy lovers dick, Luc couldn't help but remember the first time he'd landed on top of this boy & how the two had *really* met.

~~**~~

He'd just been blasted by that fucking Dumbledorks wand, after the meddling old fool had interrupted him and his *intended*, Narcissa Black.

He'd decided enough was enough, as he was damn sick and tired of having to rescue her silly arse from the other pissed off Slytherin members of their House. They didn't want her consorting with the pretty little redheaded Gryffindor, any more than he did.

And, after seeing them on the train together, he knew, he had to do something, drastic.

Hells, it wasn't like he was gonna rape the little bint or anything, he was just gonna have her suck his cock, hoping to embarrass her so badly, that she'd cease seeing that little mudblood, and act more as a Pureblood intended should behave.

Hightailing it out of that classroom, feeling as if his arse was on fire, running as best he could with a full throbbing hard on, Luc was streaking down the dark corridor as fast as his long legs would take him. He couldn't even stop as he felt himself crash into an

invisible shorter and smaller wall of solid flesh.

"Bloody hell ya big prick! Gerroff me!"

A muffled voice had shouted.

Muffled because he was currently covering the face of his most convenient cushion.

He felt his brows lift, as he tries to place the voice...it is SO familiar...

His silvery-blonde brows rose even higher in curiosity as he could hear, but not see... anyone.

Fumbling for his wand, he meeped "lumos", just before feeling the cool wooden touch of a wand tip now resting gently at his throbbing temple.

To his utter horror, his other bloody head was now throbbing as well, bumping into... 'BLOODY HELL! THIS boy is HUNG!' He marvelled.

Being the evil Slytherin he'd been raised to be, Lucius couldn't help himself from giving just one small thrust.

A tiny smirk appeared as he heard the boy trapped beneath him gasp and softly moan.

" Damn you, you, you, Slytherin!" The boy had finally croaked, obviously disturbed by the pressure of their cocks being so intimately and firmly pressed together.

Lucius's smirk had widened with devious pleasure hearing the boy squeak when

he'd ground his full thick nine inches down hard against the boy's very gifted bulge that felt like it was becoming even bigger with each ragged breath the boy took.

"Give me one good reason not to hex you to the seven corners of Hades, Malfoy!" The boy had whispered fiercely, his heart pounding so loudly, Lucius could feel it bump against his own chest.

Shock had washed over him, as he instantly recognized the voice of a boy he'd teased without mercy, since the child's first year.

'Damn,' he thought, 'I've just been havin' a rub off with...

"Potter?" He'd breathed, moving the lighted wand in front of him, hoping feverishly he was wrong.

Merlin what a night!

First he'd dealt with that little sassy brat of a bitch, then he'd suffered Dumbledork's wrath, and now this little twerp was trying to what, intimidate him? Bloody Hells!

"Very good Malfoy," The sarcastic voice of his younger nemesis had drawled softly.

Each word dripping with malice as he'd stated, "Obviously you're not as stupid as you look. 5 points to Slytherin!"

Lucius was suddenly knocked over as the smaller yet surprisingly strong body pushed up against him, causing him to lose his balance, falling in an undignified heap, as the boy had yelled,

"Now get the fuck off me, you great big bloody git! I can't feel my feckin' legs!"

As the shimmery cloak is dropped revealing a smug looking James Potter, Lucius feels his face flame as the younger boy is now standing, pointing his wand at him, purring one word.

"Strip."

~~**~~

Unknown to both boys, they'd had an audience of one. One very horny Headmaster who was licking his lips savouring the flavour of an earlier tryst.

Reaching under his colourful robes, his hand is now grasping and pulling on his hardening shaft. He smiles slowly as he's feeling it lengthen, the fat bulbous tip leaking in anticipation as his twinkling blue eyes darken as he watched the two former rivals every move.

~~**~~

Chuckling, Lucius remembered well, the many ways this virile young lion had tamed him, and the amazing sexual appetite his handsome Gryffindor had exhibited for one so young.

They had kept it well hidden for many years from the others prying eyes, but soon, very soon, the whole Wizarding world would know; even if he had to take out an announcement page in The Daily Prophet!

He loved this boy in his arms with all of his heart, and soon, he was going to ask him to be a part of his life, forever, just as soon as James graduated Hogwarts.

Soon, his Malfoy duties be damned, he was going to ask James for his hand in a Wizard marriage.

With a soft sigh, he cuddles a now softly snoring James closer to him.

Closing his own eyes, he joins his lover in blissful sleep, his last thoughts, are what style of ring to buy.

~~**~~

Standing in the shadows, watching under the protection of a shimmery haze, blue eyes twinkle with lust.

These two sexy teen boys had kept him entertained for the last few years with their

constant sensual sexual escapades.

What they'd just done was even better than the first time he'd caught them when James had been only a second year student, and Lucius a horny third.

Between the memory of what he'd just witnessed, and that night long ago, he moaned quietly remembering the sweet taste of the young girl he'd rescued from her over-sexed intended.

He smiled an evil smile as he'd remembered all the fun he'd had with the girl himself.

After she'd fainted, he'd whispered 'Imperio'.

Feeling himself twitch & thicken under his robes, he'd watched her long pale lashes flutter before her eyes had opened, revealing blank silvery-blue depths.

Sitting her down gently on her feet, he removed the cloak, letting it fall heedlessly to the dusty floor.

Waving his hand over her murmuring a spell that covered her in a light blue light, he quickly healed her body from the rough treatment it'd earlier received at the rough

inexperienced hands of that over-eager Malfoy boy.

With another wave of his hand, the heavy wooden door slammed shut, locking itself.

Murmuring another spell, he placed strong silencing charms on the dark classroom, and yet another wave brought forth a large bed with a deep green velveteen spread, and a slight shimmery light, just enough so he could see and do what his body craved.

Smiling a deviant smile he'd told the little girl, "Walk slowly over to the bed, lie down and spread your legs, slowly.

As he watched her turn slowly and walk over to the big bed, he moaned as he saw her plump arse cheeks swing sensually back and forth and then part and clench as she climbed up onto the large bed.

Laying down and doing exactly as he'd ordered, she slowly spread her pale slender thighs.

Biting his lip, he waved his hand again, and his robes were quickly gone. Walking to the edge of the bed, he began slowly stroking himself, as he was enjoying the view.

Licking his lips lewdly, he watched her closely.

His hunger and lust heavily grew, watching her reveal herself to his heated gaze.

Walking closer, he grasped her by her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Her moans began softly at first and then increasing in pitch, as they became louder and louder.

Standing back up again, he congratulated himself on finding such a beautiful and tasty young girl; one that was so innocent, yet very trainable. Soon, he would find a way to add the beautiful Evans child to their fun and games.

Not wanting to waste precious time, for he was curious as to where the handsome young Master Malfoy had got off to. He paused, remembering that long fat bobbing boy cock that had not escaped his hungry gaze.

Quickly he told her, "Get down on your knees."

Gasping in deviant delight as he felt her warm breath, shuddering he croaked out, "Suck it hard Narcissa, just like a lolly."

Moaning loudly, he gurgled as he felt himself slide deeper each time.

Grasping his knarled fingers in her long silky blonde hair, he spent himself down her tight swallowing throat.

He decided to leave the room as is for future fun if his office should become occupied.

With a wave he cleaned the drying cum off of her and re-dressed her.

Picking her up into his arms he whispers, "finite Incantatem."

Just as quickly, he muttered a sleeping spell.

Walking to the door he repeats the spell release, then muttering, "nox" and "appareo" in a flash he's soon handing her sleeping slight form into the arms of her Head of House, stating that she'd gotten lost, and needed to be put to right to bed.

Leaving the Slytherin Common room, he's licking his sugary-sweet swollen lips.

Muttering a spell, he's soon watching gleefully as the younger Potter boy is putting the older Malfoy boy through his sexual paces.

~~**~~

Chuckling softly to himself, he thinks back to that night, to how her young flesh had felt so good in his mouth, and how much more fun it had been later on to add the Evans girl, and then watch them both together.

That perverted graphic memory, coupled with his current peep show, soon had an elderly hand slipping slowly under colourful robes.

The older man's breath hitches as he fumbles to pull on the thickening weeping flesh below...He loved watching young boys fuck, especially these two young boys.

With a grunt he finishes; a wave of his hand and he's once again pristine.

With a heavy heart, he walks forward to do as he must, although he will miss watching them both shag each other silly, the lives of others is much more important than the simple happiness of these two unfortunate young boys.

Leaning down over the smiling nude intertwined sleeping pair, shaking his grey head sadly, for they both looked so in love...So innocent, so beautiful, just two young boys, deeply in love; star-crossed lovers, for they would never achieve, that which they so

desperately sought.

Regret fills his old heart as he mumbles the spells that would forever change their young lives.

Waving his wand, once, twice, three times, he hangs his head, it was done.

The scent of fresh boy cum fills his large nostrils, and once again, he feels his cock throb and harden.

Not having the will power to refrain from tasting some of the still warm boy juice

pooled between their flat tummies, one long bony finger trails downward.

Scooping some of it up he slowly licks it off moaning, "Mmmmm, yes, I will definitely miss this."

~Early March, 1989~

Standing inside Hogwarts by the gargoyle that would soon give them access to their secret meeting place with their former beloved Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Narcissa Malfoy looks carefully all around before she looks over nervously at her secret friend, Lily Potter.

Their friendship had to be kept secret, for if their husbands were to find out, both young women would be in a lot of trouble, and would risk angering their spouses.

~~**~~

Their young husbands hated each other to a fault. It had all started back in their 6th year.

Rumour had it that a huge 7th year prank had been played on James Potter, yet no one could explain why the then 18 year old Lucius Malfoy had suffered the same fate.

Both boys had sworn loudly that they couldn't remember anything, and had gasp, cursing loudly at finding themselves naked, and in each other's arms. Hexes had flown, and the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor reached levels never before seen in the History of Hogwarts.

~~**~~

"Ahh, Ladies, welcome, please, come up won't you? Intones their former Headmaster and still secret keeper, Albus Dumbledore as he adds," 'Peanut M&M's' " to allow passage to his upstairs office.

Carefully, both young pregnant women follow him up the steep stairs.

Although now 8 months pregnant, Narcissa was as graceful as ever as she swept regally inside, he dark green robes billowing out behind her.

Lily, although not as far along as her friend, was moving a bit slower with her 5 month burden, her own dark red robes tangling around her stumbling feet.

Once inside the vast room, he motions for them to sit. Both young women sank deeply into the comfortable dark gold cushions of their matching chairs as the listened to him explain in great detail the ritual they were about to perform.

~~**~~

Both young women are standing skyclad, raised hands trembling, they are now belly to belly, as the ritual begins. Breast to breast, they look into each other's eyes as they hear him speak," Blood of the Olde," He is now taking Narcissa's left palm and slicing it downward quickly. "Blood of the New," Lily doesn't even flinch as she stares into the trusting silvery-blue eyes of her one true love, she feels him grasp her left hand and repeat the same with hers.

As his voice rose, both young women could feel the power fill the room as he spoke the unknown language of the ritual.

Lily felt a hard jerk in her abdomen, and a feeling of something tearing loose.

Her hands still raised, slowly she entwines her fingers of both hands with Narcissa's and they both hold on tightly.

Something is moving inside her body, she feels it rise, higher, until it feels as if it's in the back of her throat. Resisting the urge to gag, she chances a look at the man responsible for her pain.

"Open your mouth against Narcissa's. Leave it there until I tell you to remove it." Lily obeys quickly, happy to have any reason to touch the other woman.

Their lips softly join, tongues tangle, and tiny moans ensue, as something is now pushed from Lily's mouth, into Narcissa's.

Narcissa's eyes go wide, but she doesn't break the seal of their lips pressed tightly together. He nipples harden, and she can feel herself become moist as every school girl fantasy she's ever had about the woman in front of her becomes real.

As their bodies glow bright gold, then light and finally dark blue, once that has faded, he announces, "It is done."

Licking his lips as he smells their musky-sweet heated arousals, he whispers, "Imperio." With a wave of his hands, he too is now nude.

~Springtime, April, 07, 1989~

"Isn't he beautiful Lucius?" Coos twenty-nine year old Narcissa Malfoy, as she holds her tiny newborn son.

They had tried for so long. Numerous miscarriages, such sadness, and then, a miracle.

Gazing down with pride at the squirming little bundle in her arms, Narcissa fell in love with him all over again. 'Her little Draconis, her little angel, her miracle child...'

"He is a 'boy' Narci, and boys are handsome, virile, strapping." Looking down at the small squirming babe she now held protectively to her ample breasts, he sneered, "Don't think you are going to coddle him! He will BE not only my Heir to the Malfoy line, but, a loyal follower of our Great Dark Lord! When he is three, I shall begin his training.

By the time he is five, he shall know fully well how to behave as a Malfoy in public and in private."

At her tiny frown, he snarled, "DO not even THINK to defy me woman! You will do as YOU are told!"

Glaring at the bit of lavender wrapped fluff in his now trembling wife's slender arms, he sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and says, "He is part of the Dark Lords plans Narci. And, we are not the only ones being told to do this, to have a child. The Crabbes, the Parkinsons, the Zabinis, hells, even the bloody Goyles have had to pro-create and do our Lords bidding."

Narcissa stuck out her bottom lip childishly, then giggled as the baby tried to smack her in the face with his flailing little thin arms. Reaching up, he is now blowing bubbles when his tiny fingers grabbed at her long white-blonde hair.

"But, just look at him Luc, he's so frail, and so sweet, I want to teach him about the good things in life too." Narcissa said, as she winces and tries to un-tangle her little Dragon's remarkably strong hold on her long silky blonde tresses.

Peeping through her pale lashes, she goes for his heartstrings.

"Luc? Remember when we first met, that afternoon when our arrangement was first

announced? I ran outside crying, and you ran after me, and we talked. You told me, after we'd chatted out all of our hopes and dreams, you told me, that if you ever had a child, he, or she would NOT be raised like you and your brother Perciville were."

At his startled gasp, she smiled grimly, going in for the kill.

Holding up one slim hand she said, "Hey, calm down, I know, I know, I promised NOT to mention Percy, but? I don't wish the same fate for our Draconis."

Lucius gives his wife a hard stare, then relents, as she stares right back, the baby in her arms is quietly watching both of his parents, his little silvery-blue eyes taking in so much.

At his "Fine!" Both Mother and child let out the breath they seem to of been holding.

As he storms out of the room, acting more like a three year old than the almost thirty two year old man he was supposed to be, rolling her pretty silvery-blue eyes, the young Mother whispers gently to her small son, "My beautiful, wonderful boy! My little Draconis Lucian Malfoy, you shall be the beginning of the end of the Malfoy curse." Cuddling his tiny face close to hers, her full lips gently kiss his little cheek. Soon her own soft cheek is nuzzling against his rose petal soft face. The baby coos softly, thrilling his young Mother. Looking into his beautiful face she tells him, "Through you, great things shall be done, and I shall do my BEST as your Mother, to keep you safe from all, especially that madman Voldemort, your Father's Dark Lord."

The baby watched her, his little eyes sparkling with a child's innocence. An innocence she would give her life to protect.

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Summer, 1989

"Stop pacing Padfoot, yer making me dizzy!"

"Kiss my arse Moony! Pacing helps me, it makes me feel like I'm doing something."

"You are doing something, ya git, yer givin� me a bleedin' headache!"

"Boys, stop yer bitchin.' And Sirius? Lily says if she hears you pace by her door one more time? She's gonna hex you."

"Aw, Prongsy, I can't sit still, you know that!"

"Will you do it for your Godson Harry?"

"Of course! I'd do anything for the lil' blighter!"

"Well, stop upsetting his Mum then, okay?"

"Any changes James?"

"Naw, although, it's nearly midnight, the nurses said something about she's at a 9 ?"

"Ah, well, this is her first babe, it could go fast or slow from here on. Just be patient my friend."

"Moony, I'm glad you're here."

"Wouldn't of missed this for the world James."

"So, now that you know it's gonna be a boy, ya still sticking with the name you both chose?"

"Yep, Harry James Potter!"

"JAMES! OH GOD! HAROLD JAMES POTTER! WHERE ARE YOU! GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE BACK IN HERE YOU GRYFFINDOR BASTARD!" Yells twenty-nine year old Lily Potter.

All three men exchange worried looks at the sound of a Mother in pain.

Sheepishly James looks over at the child's soon to be Godfather.

"Er, Siri, ah, ya wanna go, um, hold her hand?"

Sirius snorts. "Not bloody likely Mate! She damn near broke it about an hour ago!"

"Fine, be a wimp!"

"Remy?"

At Remus's smile and negative nod, he frowns and says brightly, "Coming Dear!"

Both men watch bemused as the young Father-to-be hurries to his moody Wife's side.

Then, when the loud *Smack* & several choice curse words echo, they both can't hide their grin.

"Yep, Moony, lil' Prongs is gonna be a feisty lil' bugger! Just listen to the lungs on that woman!"

Both men smirk.

After 12 midnight, the Hospital hall leading to RM. 62442 is full of well wishers.

As the impromptu party dies down, due to the Nurse's at St. Mungo�s tossing them out after repeatedly asking them to be more quiet, a very tired but happy Lily and James Potter watch as their tiny baby sleeps in his Mother's arms.

"Budge over Lil, I'm knackered."

"James! You can't sleep here! What will the nurses say! Just go on home and come back later, okay?"

Flashing his brilliant blue eyes, Harold James Potter fixes his wife with his most stubborn stare, not even batting a lash, she levels right back with her emerald green glare.

"The hell I can't! He bellows as quietly as he can, so as not to wake the tiny babe.

Fiercely he whispers, "I'm paying a small fortune for this bloody room, I am too tired to apparate without splinching myself, and I truly do NOT give a bleedin' toss what those uptight, old dried up biddies think! Now, budge yer gorgeous arse over!"

With an exasperated sigh, the young woman scootches over to let her grumpy young Husband lie down.

Putting the baby in the middle, he curls on his side, careful not to squish the young dark haired infant, as he curves his arms around both his Wife and his newborn Son.

Little Harry's long black lashes flutter, as his Daddy sings softly to him in an unknown language.

Suddenly, he gurgles, and as his little eyes slowly open, he blinks, staring at both his Parents with a sparkling emerald green gaze.

Eyes full of innocence.

An innocence both of his Parents would soon give their lives to protect.

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October 31st. 1990

The chubby pale toddler coos and giggles as his Mummy gives him his bath.

The *pop* of a House elf is heard, and she smiles down at it.

"Ah, Dobby, go and get me a big fluffy towel for Master Draco."

"Yes Mistress! Right away Mistress!" Squeaks the little green elf, and with another *pop* he was gone.

Just like that he was back, holding up the towel for her.

Lifting the wet laughing baby, she reaches down for the towel, and then wraps him snugly inside. On her way to his nursery, as she is using a corner of the large towel to dry the damp curls atop the little platinum head, she is halted by her Husband. And, from the look on his handsome face, the news is not good.

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October 31st. 1990

Same day, just earlier that evening,

Another little chubby toddler was being bathed by his Mother.

Earlier that evening, that little boy was being cherished and held. Earlier that evening, that same little boy was being rocked and sang to, and then put down to sleep in his little crib.

Earlier that evening, that little boy became an orphan, and a powerful Wizard lost his life.

Later that night, this child was whisked away to another world. A world that didn't want him, would never love him. Why? Because, no matter how hard he would try, he'd never fit in.

Later that night, the world he saved, rejoices his name.

Later that night, three people make a decision that will change his young life forever.

That next day, as morning dawns a thin woman screams, two babies cry. And, as a note is read, one child is comforted. The other, is introduced to a dark cupboard. A place he will call his home for the next 10 years of his young fucked up life.

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~ end of November 1990~

~late evening, Hogsmeade, The Hog's Head~

"Barkeep, another round and keep �em commin'! "Slurred an aristocratic voice.

"Na, Crabbe, I got this one!"

"Fuck you Malfoy, I'm paying this one!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Oh God! What are we to do! He's really gone Luc?" Whined Goyle.

"Yes you bloody fool, and keep yer voice down Goyle!"

"I'd love to KILL that bloody baby!" Growled Crabbe.

"Yeah! Me too! I can't believe he's gone!" Snivelled Goyle.

"Who? That stupid Half-blood brat?" Sputtered Crabbe.

Rolling his eyes as he gulped his heavy grey tankard of fire-whiskey, he whispered viciously, "No you dolt! Him, our, our.." Hanging his head, his throat tightened. His beloved dark Lord Voldemort had been gone almost a month now. Without him, himself and the other Death Eaters had no direction, no real purpose in their lives.

"Well you'd best believe it!" Snarled Lucius Malfoy, their former Dark Lord's right hand man.

" I've been informed by my shadow at the Ministry, they are getting ready to do house to house searches for any dark arts items, and it's the Dementor's kiss, or Azkaban, if they find any evidence of having ever been associated with 'him' in any way!" He lowered his voice to a whisper as he continued,

"I'm seriously considering my In-Law's offer of going to France to wait it all out, till this blows over, then I'll return to the Manor. I've already 'cleaned out 'my' home, you two should be seeing to yours as well."

Both of the other men turned pale at the mention of the Ministry.

"The, ..the kiss??" Stuttered Goyle.

"A..Azkaban?" Whispered Crabbe.

"Shite!" They chimed.

Holding up one large slim pale hand, Lucius snapped his fingers at the old man behind the bar.

"barkeep, another round!" He growled.

~~**~~

'All around me are familiar faces...Worn out places-worn out faces...Bright and early for their daily races...Going nowhere-going nowhere...'

~~**~~

~Summer, 1992~

"Again Draconis, only this time, concentrate!"

"Yes Father."

"Father?"

"Yes Son?"

"Why do you hate them so much? I mean, well, they bleed like us, some of them look like us, they sound like us, what makes them so different?"

"They are nothing like us! They are lower than vermin. Like animals, they fight, and kill each other over the most inane things, like lands, gold..."

"Do they not have Goblins to do their bidding?"

No, they do not, and DO not interrupt me again."

"Yes sir."

~~**~~

'And their tears are filling up their glasses...No ___expression-no ___expression...Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow...No tomorrow-no tomorrow...'

~~**~~

Pointing the adult wand he has held gracefully in his little fist, three year old Draconis Lucian Malfoy performs a dark curse on yet another nameless Muggle.

'How many this Month?' He wonders silently, not daring to voice his opinion out loud.

Shuddering, he recalls his first Muggle.

It had been a little girl, about his age. Draco had thought her pretty, and had made the mistake in saying so.

His Father and his friends had already killed the girl's parents, and she had just sat there on the floor, crying. Her long black hair falling over her shoulders in silky waves.

He felt like crying too, as he looked down at her. He didn't want to do this! He didn't understand why, people that looked like himself and his family and his father's friends, were being treated so badly. Why were 'Muggles' a form of entertainment here in his home?

He wanted nothing more than to take her small hand and show her his room, and his toys, and then maybe have some pumpkin juice and chocolate chip biscuits on the

veranda, out in the gardens...

"DRACONIS!"

Timidly, he looks up at the very tall man.

"Yes Father?"

"Don't just stand their gawking boy, do as I just said!"

"Yes Sir."

Looking into her sad blue eyes, he raised the too-big wand.

"CRUCIO!" He yelled.

His stomach lurched as he watched her, twitching, and then her whole small body

jerked up off the floor, bent in a bow, and he heard something pop. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed once again, then fainted, blood and saliva flecked on her full cupids bow lips. He curled up his lip and wrinkled his nose, as the air in the room filled with the scents of urine and defecation.

He jumped a bit as he felt his Father's large hand on his shoulder.

"Very good Dragon." Looking down with distaste, he waves his wand over the child on the floor, as he says, 'Finite Incantatum.' With another wave she is whole again, with another she is clean, and as his father waved his wand a third time, Draco gasp and blushed.

Looking over at the other men watching him with growing interest, Lucius winks and says, "Gentleman, please, be my guest. Nothing tastes better than fresh virgin flesh."

Crabbe, who loved little muggle girls smirks, "Ah, Luc! She's not enough to share!"

Laughing evilly, Lucius replied, "Crabbe, my dear friend, when have I ever not met your

unusual desires? I have waiting in my dungeon, several more just like her, oh, and some boys as well, for those of you that have a taste for tight young arse."

"Lucius! It's time for Draconis's piano lessons dear." Sang the voice of his rescuer, his Angel, his Mother.

Happily, Draco handed his Father the heavy wand, wiped his small hands on his velveteen breeches, bowed at his Father and his father's guests, and waited to be dismissed.

Annoyance lined his face at being disturbed. Licking his lips, Lucius waved the small boy away, now more intent on the trembling prey kneeling nude beside his boots.

~~**~~

'And I find it kind of funny...I find it kind of sad...The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had...'

~~**~~

Remembering the echo's of her screams as his Mother had led him away, Draco shuddered slightly. He'd do as his Father requested of him. For to disobey was forbidden.

As the cowering man looks up from the floor at the beautiful tot, he shudders at the coldness in the little boy's silver eyes.

But, before he can open his mouth to plead for mercy, a high pitched voice rings throughout the room, it's intensity as sharp as a knife.

"CRUCIO! "

Watching the sobbing, screaming, writhing mass of human flesh urinate and defecate it's self on his highly polished black marble floor, Lucius Malfoy smiles grimly.

Minutes later, a soft voice says, "Finite Incantatum"

"Very good Dragon, AGAIN!"

"But, Father,..."

~~**~~

'I find it hard to tell you, 'cos I find it hard to take...When people run in circles...

It's a very...very...Mad World...'

~~**~~

At the child's timid hesitation, Lucius Malfoy bites his inner cheek hard. 'Damn Narcissa and her infernal meddling!'

In a silky voice, he whispered, "Imperio." Smiling smugly, The older Malfoy took control, hoping to un-do the last two years of his wife's coddling.

"Now, Draconis, you will torture this Muggle, and you will do it for as long as I require

you to. Understood?"

The little boy stared up at him with blank mercury eyes.

"Yes Sir."

"Again!"

Looking down at the malformed buckled mass of what was once a healthy tall man,

the little boy pointed his wand at it as he bellowed,

"CRUCIO!"

Only this time, he awaited his Father's permission to end the spell.

Inside he raged.

He beat small fists at the invisible cage his mind was now trapped in. Draco didn't like doing these things to the people his Father had such an insane hatred for.

To Lucius Malfoy, a Muggle was lower than dirt under his shoe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~**~~

'Children waiting for the day they feel good...Happy Birthday-Happy Happy Birthday...Made to feel the way that every child should...Sit and listen...sit and listen...'

~~**~~

Summer, 1992 On number four, Privet Drive ...5 am.

*BANG* "BOY!!!" *BANG* "POTTER!" *BANG* BANG* "YOU GET YOU'RE LAZY ARSE UP RIGHT NOW!" *BANG-BANG-BANG*

Inside the cupboard underneath the stairs, a skinny toddler lay shaking in his lumpy cot.

Fumbling for his Government regulation too large black framed glasses, little Harry James Potter bolts upright in his bed. His shoulder length wild mane of black hair sticking up at odd angles, his tiny effeminate voice squeaking, "Yes Ma'am."

"Hurry up Potter," snarled his Aunt Petunia. "Today is my little Dudders third birthday, and you and I are going to bake his cake, and make his breakfast on this, 'his' special, special day!"

Swiftly sliding the latch at the top of the door across to peer inside, she sneered through the tiny peek hole at the trembling child inside.

"Do hurry it up Boy! Your Uncle Vernon and I have decided you are old enough to earn your keep around here, so I have a few things I'm going to teach you today!

Now, get your sorry little arse out of that bed, RIGHT now!" Pausing, the woman smiles a grim smile as she says, and Harry, remember, Auntie Marge will be here too, as well as Dudder's friends and their parents. I don't have to remind you what to do, do I?"

Hurriedly the little boy wiped a frail arm across his slender face. He knew better than to protest, or even cry.

"N..No, Ma'am."

"Very good, Harry. Now, hurry up, come eat the breakfast I've fixed you, and then go take your bubble bath like a good boy and put on the outfit I have waiting for you in the spare room.

I want you to wear everything on that bed I've have laid out, do you hear me? Especially the shoes! Your Uncle Vernon just loves those little black shoes on you!"

*pause* *silky voice*

Don't forget, use your *special* name only! And use your *special voice* too, just like we've practiced!" Taking a deep breath, she is now glowering at the door again.

"Are you listening? You don't want to make me mad, so hurry up!"

He knew he'd feel the back of her hand, or the heel of her shoe if he even made one peep about it.

"Y..yes, Ma'am, I be write dare, I will, Oh, otay, I'll wears it, um, I'll wears those shoes too, to um, make unka Bernon happy, and, I member my special name, I pwomise."

A deep sigh rattles his thin chest, and he felt that familiar shudder, the one that made his tummy hurt. He didn't like wearing *those* clothes! Especially those silly shoes!

She was going to teach him things? She had already taught him SO much stuff, stuff he was sure little boys didn't need or had no business knowing, or even doing!

But, he was NOT one of *them* He was a bloody boy! He was sick of that fat blob Dudley making fun of him! He was sick of his even fatter blob of an Uncle only being nice to him when he was dressed like one of *them* being forced to sit on his lap while the man *touched* him. Those touches made him feel bad too. Ugh! It made his tummy hurt, and his heart so sad. Cause he was sure Auntie Tuna, if she only knew the *bad* games Unka Bernon made him play, she wouldn't like it! Dudders din't have to, only Harry, but he only would play those naughty games with Harry if he was dressed like one of *them* and used his special name and his special voice.

It just wasn't fair! Childishly he kicked his feet pouted and sighed.

He was only three years old! What was she talking about? Shaking his dark head, he remembered a recent conversation he'd overheard his Aunt and Uncle have about the nice old lady that sometimes watched him, Mrs Figg.

They had said she was, 'barkin' mad!' A tiny grin tugged at his lips as he whispered, "Auntie tuna is actin' like that now.."

~~**~~

'Went to School and I was very nervous...No one knew me-no one knew me...Hello Teacher tell me what's my lesson...Look right through me-look right through me...'

~~**~~

"No ROSE! Not like that! You have to 'fold' the batter, like this, now watch how I do it!

(slap) Pay attention, watch me..."

"Yes Ma'am." squeaked a tearful soft feminine voice.

Tears were shining in the child�s deep green eyes, making them appear 'jewel-like.

Her tiny chin quivered, as she rubbed at the harsh red mark that now marred her golden-brown skin.

~~**~~

'And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad...The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had...I find it hard to tell you 'cos I find it hard to take...When people run in circles it's a very...very...mad World...'

~ To Be continued, 1993-1995~
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