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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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Author's note: Golden Silence will hopefully be moving to AO3, although I will continue to update here as well. I cannot guarantee the frequency of my updates, but I am not abandoning this story. The version that will appear on AO3 will most likely contain quite a few changes from this version as I am adding more details as I reread the story.

November 1, 1981

Vernon Dursley glared at the basket that had been left on the front step of his perfectly respectable, normal home.

"I don't care if you're the only blood that thing has left in the world, Petunia. I will not stand to hear it screaming and demanding attention it doesn't deserve at all hours of the day. I won't allow it to keep our precious Dudley awake all night. I know a doctor that will silence it for good and the freaks who left it on our step will never know. Leave it to me, Pet. The freak won't disrupt our lives with its noise."

July 31, 1991

"'eadmaster thur's somethin' off 'bout 'arry, poor lad. Didn't say a word to me our entire trip to Diagon, I tell yeh. I reckon the lad was scerred, but 'o ever 'eard o' a silent 'leven year old?"

September 1, 1991

Harry Potter, eleven year old wizard and Boy-Who-Lived, silently followed a gaggle of redheads through what looked like a solid brick wall onto a platform that must be the one the gigantic man had told him about. Platform 9 3/4. He stared at all the people bustling by, the parents kissing their children goodbye, the friends reuniting before boarding, and felt a slight pang of loneliness. He'd had to walk to Kings Cross Station from his uncle's work this morning, dragging his heavy trunk behind him. He adjusted the slipping shoulder of his oversized shirt and grabbed back onto his trunk, pulling it towards the red steam engine waiting to take another year's worth of students to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As silently as he did everything, he found an empty compartment and sat in it, staring at the window rather than attempting to communicate with the other students who had joined him.

One boy, a redhead he recognized from the earlier mess, smiled at him and held out his hand. "I'm Ron Weasley. I'm a first year. Are you a first year too? Right exciting, this mess is. My brothers have told me about it, but I never believed them. Guess its just one of those things you have to see. What's your name?"

Harry stared at the boy's blue eyes before looking down at his hand. What was he meant to do? Every time uncle Vernon held out an open palm, Harry ran, afraid of being hit. He cringed back from the redhead, what if this boy meant to hit him too? Harry didn't even spare the boy another glance before dashing out of the compartment and into the narrow passage.

He ran down the passage, not sure where he was going. After all, he was trapped in the train until it stopped moving. As he tried to figure out where he could hide from the redhead, he ran into something solid and felt a pair of arms wrap securely around him. He looked up into the amused grey eyes of a much taller boy. This boy looked like he was at least in his fourth year, he was so tall.

The stranger ran a hand through hair that reminded Harry of a lion's mane and smiled, "Did you get lost?" Harry silently nodded. "Well, you can come sit in my compartment, if you like. My name is Cedric, by the way. Cedric Diggory."

Cedric couldn't be sure, but as he waited for the first year to introduce himself, he swore he heard a quiet voice in his mind whisper, "I'm Harry Potter."

As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade station, Harry looked at the people surrounding him. Cedric had kept him in his compartment the entire trip, talking about things that Harry had never heard of like Quidditch and house rivalries. When Harry had given him a blank look, he had explained the house system and promised that no matter what house Harry was in, it wouldn't matter to him. He found that he quite liked the older boy, Cedric was a calming presence to him. When he left the train and realized that he was to be separated from the older boy for the trip to the school, he panicked and grabbed the yellow border of Cedric's robes.

"Harry, you have to go with the other first years. I'll see you at the castle. Go on now, Hagrid is waiting. Don't worry. It'll be fine."

Harry nodded bravely and went over to where the gigantic man who had taken him shopping was leading other kids his age into boats. The redhead boy from the train had spotted him and looked like he was going to approach him again so Harry did the first thing he could think of, he hid behind the closest person.

The body he was huddled behind was skinny like he was, but tall. The boy had the whitest blonde hair Harry had ever seen and even with some sort of shiny substance slicking it back, it looked incredibly soft. As the boy turned silver eyes onto him, Harry blushed and moved to stand so that he was completely blocked from Ron's sight by the boy in front of him. The boy looked into his eyes and nodded slightly before turning and sneering at the redhead.

"Already scare some poor child away from being your friend, Weasel? It's to be expected. People of your ilk lack the tact required to make friends with the more sophisticated among us." the boy reached behind him and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him towards the boats. "Don't you worry, I won't allow the Weasel to bother you with his presence any longer. You're under the protection of a Malfoy."

Harry wasn't sure why the protection of a Malfoy was something to be proud of, but the way the other boy said it made him feel warm inside. Maybe being at this strange school wouldn't be so bad, already he had met two boys willing to protect him and talk to him. And neither one acted like he was a freak because he didn't talk back. He smiled at the blonde boy before turning his attention to the sight that lay before him.

Harry had never seen anything as magnificent as the building before him. The castle was lit with lanterns that glittered in the night, making it look like something out of the fairy tales he'd overheard being read in his primary school classes. He liked this castle already.

As the boats approached the shore and students began climbing out, the blonde boy grabbed his hand again. "By the way, I'm Draco Malfoy. You can stay with me while we wait to be sorted. We wouldn't want you being harassed by the blood traitor anymore."

Harry smiled at Draco and squeezed his hand, wishing he could speak to the other boy. But he couldn't. He had never said a word in his life. So instead, he looked deep into the boy's eyes and thought his response. "I'm Harry Potter."

Draco gasped and looked at him with surprise. "Did you just speak to me in my mind?" Harry nodded shyly before biting his lip. Draco wouldn't protect him anymore. Not now that he'd shown the other boy what a freak he was. He'd already gone and messed up his chances at being friend with the beautiful blonde. A hand waving in front of his face broke him out of his depressing train of thoughts. "Hey, it isn't a bad thing. I've never heard of someone who could speak telepathically. You must be very powerful."

Harry smiled sheepishly and followed Draco into the school, staring in awe at the sights all around him. Before he could take it all in, a stern looking matron approached the group, looking down on all the 11 year olds.

"When you enter the Great Hall, you will line up in front of the Head Table. I shall call your name and you will sit on the stool there so that the Sorting Hat may place you in your house. Once that has been done, you will join your housemates at the table for the Feast. I expect decorum from all of you, regardless of what house you are placed in."

Harry looked over at Draco and lifted an eyebrow to express his interest in what house Draco would be sorted into.

"I'm going to be a Slytherin. My whole family is in Slytherin."

Harry nodded and wished to whoever was up there that he would be in Slytherin with Draco or Hufflepuff with Cedric so that they could protect him.

The sorting was very long and boring to Harry. He listened as other people were sorted into their houses and clapped loudly when Draco went to Slytherin, just as he'd predicted. Finally, the stern matron called out last names starting with 'P.'

"Parvati Patil."

"GRYFFINDOR."

"Harry Potter."

Harry approached the stool and sent a smile to Draco and Cedric before disappearing under the Sorting Hat.

'Harry Potter, I've waited years to sort you. I know where the headmaster would like to see you placed, but we shall see. Hmmm, you don't lack bravery, but the foolhardy courage that Gryffindor is known for is not in you. You're very wise, but I sense that you will never need to be as studious as a Ravenclaw. You're loyal beyond anyone I've ever sorted before, but Hufflepuff will not serve you well once certain things are revealed, no, I'm afraid there's only one place for you...' "SLYTHERIN."

Harry hopped off the stool and ran to the Slytherin table, sitting next to Draco and slipping his hand into the other boy's. He failed to notice the furious whispers around the Hall and the glares being aimed at his table. Instead, he was happily eating next to his new friend, finally looking forward to this school year.

As the students filed out of the Hall, he felt a hand fall on his shoulder and instinctively fell into a ball. He looked up at the imposing figure in black, slowly unfolding himself and standing back up.

"Mr. Potter, if you are quite through with your dramatics, the Headmaster has requested your presence in his office and given me the odious task of leading you. If you would follow me, I can be rid of you that much sooner." With that, the man turned and strode down the hall, leaving Harry no choice but to run after him.
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