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Harry Potter and the Fallen Angels	By : HakaiHizashi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry Potter and The Fallen Angels.

By: Dragon Light

Notes: For the ones who reviewed
my story thank you! ^.^ And Dumbledor, Hizashi just don�t trust but she has
this feeling about him, and you�ll find out why soon! I promise! Disclaimer and
stuff on the first page here so >P.

Chapter
One.

Hizashi Potter woke up at 5am to a new room, and
under silky covers she didn�t know, cuddled to a blonde with black tips-haired
girl. Smiling gently until she remembered the day before she sighed. Sitting up
and unlacing herself from the blonde gently she slide from the bed and headed
to the bathroom, where she went through her business before coming out dressed
in a pair of white tennis shoes, black jogging pants, and a black tank top,
with her hair pulled into a high ponytail.

She slipped from the room silently has
she looked at the blonde, before heading through the halls and somehow made it
to the doors leading outside. Opening the doors she slides out into the
morning, warming up with some stretching, before she walked down the steps.
Once off the steps she took of in a jog around the large school, thinking.

She remembered last night the Headmaster
telling her of the Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Lord Voldemort, and of course
about the Boy-Who-Lived; Harry Potter. Frowning she wondered idly why the
Headmaster wanted to tell Harry that he had a sister, shouldn�t she? She kept
her jog up, her eyes narrowing slightly, making up her mind. If the Headmaster
mess with her, she would talk to the Boy-Who-Lived herself.

Hizashi was the type of person who didn�t
want to be left in the dark so as soon as she could she got as much out of the
old man has she could, though knowing he was still hiding stuff. She knew her
and Sakura were to transfer to Hogwarts, be sorted into a house, and keep in
eye out for the Boy-Who-Lived, and anyone who could hurt him. Though she didn�t
think the Old Man knew the train Sakura or herself had, had.

They both knew how to fight through
magic, weapons, or without anything. Hizashi, herself went through great links
to get the training too, but no one knew just what all she knew. She planed to
keep it that way too, even from the Old Man who seemed to want to �test� her
magic. She had told him that she would not be �tested� for anything, and that
if she found he was trying to without her saying that it was okay, she�d
personally send him six foot under. He backs off after that.

So far out of all this she would say That
the Old man, Dumbledor was a old fool who thinks he could get people to do
things for him without them actually realizing they were helping him be the
most powerful, even if it was behind doors. Voldemort was an equally crazy old
man who was more than just a few french-fries short o a happy meal but more
like the whole thing of fries and half a burger. The Ministry of Magic, she
almost felt sorry for, almost. They seem like poor idiots that were trying to
help, but in the end they seemed to be making a bigger mess of things.

It was a bad thing she was in, yup, and
she didn�t know all of it. From what the Headmaster said of Harry, she would
think he was a poor boy who was just thrown into the mess without a clue. She
had to frown has she reached half way around the school. Really
The-Who-Who-Lived, couldn�t be that bad off, could he?

This made her worry at this. Why was she
taken from her family when she was first born anyways? Why did her brother get
thrown into this and now her? She really didn�t understand why they had to be
in all this; really this Dark lord couldn�t be that powerful could he? She
sighed and kept up her jog, a light sweat covering her form and her breaths
coming out labored. In her mind�s eyes odd images flashing wildly causing her
to stumble, but she kept jogging, has the images race over her mind. Blood,
death, hate, pain, need, and pain� so much pain!

Somewhere in her run she tripped and
fell, though blacking out at the same time, which made her feel like she was
falling forever in a sea of pain, hate, death, and blood.

****
6am at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey ****

A small boy, about 5�6� in height was
curled up in a ball on his bed lost in one of his nightmares of people who had
died, saying it was all his fault. Pointing and laughing at times that he was
weak, and shouldn�t even be aloud to be alive. Then the Darkness came, dropping
over him like a veil. Hate, death, pain, and oddly blood. He felt has if he was
covered in it.

Panic rose into his chest and took a
hold, has fear coursed though his form wildly with every pump of his racing heart. Pain was next,
pressing at his body, has if thousands of hundreds of needles were being pushed
through his flesh. Hateful words were echoing in the dark, into his head. He
felt has if he was covered in blood has well.

Suddenly something happened that had been
happening for a while now. A small light when appear, but today it was bigger,
and he could feel the warmth, and like always it in circled him to have new
words echo through his mind. �So, the Pain with be replaced with gentle caresses
of love, and the Hate with the true love of a family, the blood with clean
rebirth, and the death with life. For in each darkness lays a light, and each
light, a darkness.�

The Pain disappeared and the feeling of
blood. The panic and fear was washed away too has the light of the raising sun
burned at the back of his eyelids. Slowly� Bright green eyes opened, and the
black-haired boy sat up. Sighing, he reached a hand over to the bedside table
and grabbed the pair of glasses that were there. Slowly he put the glasses on
before running his hand to push the wild black lock from his eyes, to show a lightening
bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

Standing he moved around the room,
wearing only a pair of black boxers has he grabbed some clothes and walked to
the bathroom. Showering and stuff before returning to the room, it would seem
that the boy had gotten to go out and get some clothes this summer, cause he
was wearing new clothes. A pair of black tennis-shoes, with black slightly
baggy pants with silver chains, and a black tight t-shirt with the words �I
would hate to be a narrow-minded idiot like you� on the back in white.

Sighing, Harry started picking up for the
day, he would be going to Hogwarts, and be starting his sixth year there. He
was glad he was leaving. He missed his friends something bad. Sighing again
Harry packed up his stuff and then slowly grabbed everything before heading
down the stairs to where his Uncle was standing. The fat man was glairing at
him has the Dursleys piled into the car has took off.

The trip to Kings Crossing was boring and
has soon has Harry got his stuff from the car, ho-cao-called family took off.
Sighing, Harry looked at the snow-white owl that was his friends and then
headed to the platform, where like always you had to run through the wall and
there appeared the platform 9�.

Looking silently around he headed to the
train and boarded without much said. His friends were perfects, so they had a
perfect meeting, and to look over the train before they could sit with him. So
he picked a compartment in the every back, only to come across the person who
was already in there. Draco Malfoy.

The blond looked up at him and Harry
tried to keep from gasping at him. Blonde hair that was normally in place was
all over the place. Beautiful gray-eyes were dull, and nearly lifeless. There
were cuts, and bruises showing on normally flawless flesh. Sliding the door
closed behind him he spoke softly. �Malfoy�? What happened?�
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