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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone	By : Chrysania Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: This is my first posted fic. Feel free to comment, but all flames will be added to jars and given as gifts to pyros, and not the fire kind. *smirk* Please enjoy my story. I know its a little weird, especially at the beginning, but I was in a weird place for a while. And in the while, I happen to have written this. There're a few chapters written, but I shall continue writing it in the hopes to keep up with myself.

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Two screams of terror. Two words yelled twice for all the world to hear. Two people falling, lifeless. Two tears from two emeralds. A baby's cry. Two words yelled again. A flash of green. Silence.

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Two years after that night, the night when darkness fell on a family to be vanquished by an infant, a three year-old child sits outside in the grass. A backyard identical to the backyard next to it and the one next to that. A toddler sits, staring at the sky. Clouds roam overhead and the wind rustles the leaves of the trees and the blades of the grass and the sun blazing above. The child sits practically motionless.

A yell and the child looks up. A woman stands in a doorway. Average. She is average, but beautiful. She stands in a floral dress and smiles at the child. Her auburn hair floats like the clouds in the breeze as she holds out her arms toward the toddler.

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� Harry! Wake up lazy bones! �

Emerald eyes open to find darkness. Small hands reach out to find thick, bottle-cap glasses. A hand pulls through unruly ebony hair. Clothes are rearranged and shoes pulled on hastily.

A door is slammed open and bright light fills the small space that is the cupboard under the stairs. A tired child, no more than 8 by the size, but 10 by years, steps out of the darkness and walks across the hard-wood floor of the hall. Through the hall and into the kitchen.

A stool sits in front of the stove and Harry steps up on it and starts breakfast. As the child cooks, their thoughts turn to the dream. ^^I haven't had that dream in a few months. Why did I have it now? Why do I have any of my dreams? Why do I have any of my nightmares?^^

Harry looks down and notes that breakfast is finished. Three plates for three people. Three portions; two large and one small. Three chairs at the table that seats four. A second table filled to the brim and over-flowing with presents.

Harry sighs and steps back. Breakfast is a family meal. Harry isn't family. Harry is a burden. Harry is a freak. Harry is only good for cooking and cleaning and doing chores. Harry doesn't deserve a family. Harry doesn't deserve friends. Harry doesn't deserve presents. Harry doesn't deserve privileges. Harry doesn't deserve new clothes. Harry doesn't deserve anything.

Harry nearly snorts at the tirade of things that � Harry doesn't deserve. �

Just then, the family arrives. A man, large enough to be an elephant. His face is purple and he looks either constipated, or like he's having a heart attack. Harry can only hope it's the latter. A young boy, Harry's age, that is well on his way to being larger than his father. He looks like rolls of fat dressed in cloth and fabric. The last is a woman. Harry's horse of an aunt. She looks practically emaciated next to the other two, with her longer than average neck and long, thin face.

Harry is ignored while they eat, as always. Afterwards, Harry takes the plates and silverware and starts washing them as Harry's cousin, Dudley, starts opening his presents. Harry listens to them absently. Harry always makes sure to pay enough attention that, should they ask for anything ...

After opening his presents, Dudley looks around. �Mommy! I wanna go out!�

Harry's Aunt, Petunia, smiles at her Duddykins and answers obligingly. �We're going to honey. But first, you need to go get changed and then we can off to get you two more presents.� She pauses for a second as Dudley jumps up, nearly causing the foundation of the house to shake. �... And, if you're good, we may get you a third.�

Dudley grins happily and sprints up the stairs. Petunia smiles wistfully after her son. She stands there for a few minutes before returning to Earth and the present. Petunia turns to Harry, who's finished washing the dishes. �Harry. Mrs. Figg can't take you today. So, you're going to have to go to the zoo with us.�

Dudley has just run into the room. He glares at Harry. And then looks at his mom accusingly. �Mom! It's my Birthday! Don't I get a say in who comes or not?�

Petunia turns to look at her son. �What do you propose, Duddykins? Mrs. Figg can't take it. And we can't leave it in the house.� They always refer to Harry as it. Maybe it made them feel that it was okay to mistreat Harry. After all, it's okay to abuse an it, but it's not okay to abuse a him, or a her.

Harry's Uncle, Vernon, pipes in the answer. �Then we'll lock Harry out!�

Harry sighs. It figures. At least at Mrs. Figg's, Harry would get to stay inside, where it was cool. Now, Harry gets to spend the whole day outside in the sweltering heat.

Dudley smiles triumphantly at getting his way. Vernon smiles maliciously at causing Harry pain. Petunia sighs, but plasters a fake smile on anyway. Harry knows it's fake, because Petunia's the only one that cares. She's the only one who feeds Harry. She's the only one who bandages the wounds inflicted during �punishment�. She's the only one who makes sure that Harry doesn't die. Harry has a feeling that she wants to tell him something, but can't because Dudley and Vernon are always there.

The four eventually leave the house, Harry leaving with them almost like a member of the family. Vernon locks the door as they leave. He turns to go to the car, with Dudley following behind him like a good little puppy. Petunia stands next to Harry for a second.

Petunia reaches into her purse and pulls out three sandwiches, an apple, and a banana. She hands them to Harry and motions for them to be hidden. Harry does as told and watches as Petunia leaves with the other two to pick up Dudley's friend Piers and then go to the Zoo. Harry's slightly surprised that Petunia had enough time to make the sandwiches before the three of them had to leave. They were in a hurry after Harry's fate was decided. Harry shrugs and figures that they were made the night before, or something.

Harry watches the car drive off. When it reaches the corner and turns, Harry lets out the breath being held. Just as Harry starts off, one of the neighbors looks out. �Honey? Did they leave you behind?�

Harry nods. Before the woman can ask another question and make a correct assumption, Harry answers. �I didn't want to go with them anyway. The car always gets a little crowded with both Uncle Vernon and Dudley in it.� The neighbor chuckles lightly and waves Harry off.

Harry takes off down the street, towards a park. Harry knows the park, visits it often. Harry ignores the stares. These stares are common, as Harry has to wear Dudley's old cast-offs. Harry has real clothes. Nice clothes. Clothes that Aunt Petunia got, but Harry isn't allowed to wear those in front of Vernon and Dudley. Petunia would surely get in trouble for buying the �freak� clothes. Or it would be assumed that Harry stole them. Either way, Harry didn't want to deal with it.

Harry gets to the park, and in record time. Sitting down on one of the swings and taking out a sandwich, Harry eats for the first time in days. Harry eats the first one and swings for a while.

A few hours later finds Harry sitting under a tree and staring at the sky. Harry loves this. Just staring at the open sky, wondering what it would be like to fly with the birds, the clouds, the breeze. Harry smirks as a voice calls out, �Hey Harry!�

Soon a second voice choruses the first. Two girls sprint up to Harry. The first has bushy brown hair. She smiles and her copper eyes sparkle with intelligence. Her front teeth are slightly too large, but she wears braces to fix that. She smiles down at her friend before sitting. The second girl has hair as black as pitch, but that shines like obsidian. Her cerulean eyes sparkle with mischief and power.

The three had known each other since the beginning of primary school, having all attended the same one. Even though Dudley hated it and tried to constantly scare them into not being Harry's friends, they never left. They were very loyal to their friend. Harry smiles and lies back down.

Harry hasn't told the two friends about home yet. They don't need to be bothered with it. Besides, the Dursleys had actually backed off for once. No new bruises. No new cuts. No new burns. No new breaks. No attempted hair cuts. Not for the last few months. Harry wonders when the other shoe will drop and the order of the universe restored.

Just as that thought goes through Harry's head, a letter falls onto it. Harry rubs at the place where the letter hit and picks it up. In green script across the front is written �Harry Potter, Cupboard Under the Stairs, # 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey�.

Harry stares at it before opening it. Harry's friends were staring. Harry couldn't tell which emotion was winning out: worry, anger, or excitement.

Harry opens the letter and reads it. Its an acceptance letter to a school called Hogwarts. Harry almost starts laughing. Harry's friend, Hermione, the one with the bushy hair, squeals and hugs Harry around the middle. Daphne, Harry's other friend, practically tackles the two of them to the ground.

The two of them are smiling happily. �We'll all be going to the same school again!�

Harry stares at the two in disbelief. Daphne clarifies. �It means that we're all attending Hogwarts.�

Harry looks at them in confusion. Daphne glares at the two, Harry and Hermione, into silence. �Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's the school where we learn magic.�

Harry actually does start laughing now. �You two expect me to actually believe that?�

Hermione Granger glares at her long-time friend. �Harriet Jaime Potter! When have we ever lied to you?�

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There! The Prologue! I love cliffhangers, don't you?
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