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With All Erased	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Okay, so, just a little point of reference...when writing the previous chapter, I couldn't find my copy of OOTP. After writing it and posting it, I was walking through Walmart; I saw an HP display, snagged OOTP, stood there flipping to the end, found the scene where the Time-Turners are smashed and went, 'Well damn...it was an accident!' so...apparently, that is not canon. Or rather, the smashing is...the intentional-ness of the smashing isn't. So I guess in my fic-world, they smashed the Time-Turners on purpose. lol. Oops, my bad. ^_^ This chapter is going to jump to Harry boarding the train. YAY! Please rate and review and remember, e-mails get you update alerts! ~ FA
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Harry dragged the luggage cart through the barrier and onto Platform 9 & 3/4. He'd debated about waiting for the Weasleys to show up, like the first time around, but decided it was better to go and find Draco first. If Draco came across him and Ron together in a compartment, he might get nasty and ruin all of Harry's wonderful plans. If they came across Ron together, Harry might be able to mitigate any damage before it was done. So, with that thought in mind, Harry's eyes scanned the platform for platinum-blonde hair. He finally spotted it, though it was Lucius he saw first, not Draco. Still, best to get this over with now. Maybe he could bring ALL the Malfoys around...yeah, okay, probably not. Still, it didn't hurt to try!
Harry dragged the cart over, smiling as Draco caught sight of him. "Draco!" Harry cried, pleased at the way Draco's eyes lit up. Without stopping to think, Harry hugged him, just as he would have done to Ron or Hermione after spending time with the Dursleys. Really, he was just thrilled to see ANYONE who wasn't a member of his horrible family. "I missed you!" Harry said, his voice muffled against Draco's shoulder.
Though surprised, Draco returned the hug, peeking cautiously at his father's face over Harry's messy hair for a reaction. "Um, right, Harry. I missed you, too." He gently set the smaller boy away, smiling as he said. "This is my father, Lucius Malfoy. Father, this is Harry Potter. Remember, I told you I met him in Diagon Alley earlier this summer?"
"Of course I remember, Draco. You chattered about it for long enough." Harry flinched at Lucius' cold voice, then did his best not to glare at the man when their eyes met. "Harry Potter. A pleasure to meet you. I was quite pleased to hear you and Draco had met and gotten along. Draco is a very important young man, you know. A powerful, wealthy heir to a prominent name. It's good that you two are friends."
Harry smiled and said innocently. "I'm wealthy, too. Plus my Godfather is Sirius Black, and he's from a powerful, wealthy family, too. And I defeated Lord Voldemort, so I'm important too." He blinked his large, green eyes up at Lucius, pretending not to notice the startled look on the man's face as he added. "I guess I must be pretty powerful, huh? Though I haven't tried any magic yet..."
"You should!" Draco said enthusiastically. "You really should! I bet you're really powerful and can do all kinds of magic, you just don't know because you haven't tried!" He smiled happily at his father, since it seemed the man approved of his befriending Harry Potter after all. "He should, right Father?"
"Of course." Lucius smiled tightly. "What sort of spell would you like to try, Harry?"
"Oh there's one I found in a book that I wanted to try..." Harry drew his wand, grinning. "I have a fondness for the result..." With a wicked gleam in his eye for what he knew would be the elder Malfoy's reaction, Harry said firmly. "Serpensortia!"
A long black snake appeared on the ground before them, causing Lucius to draw his own wand from within his cane and Draco to back up a few steps. "Harry, back away and I will get rid of it." Lucius said, his face set. "There's nothing to fear."
Harry laughed - a delighted, childish sound. "Why would I be afraid, Mr. Malfoy? I love snakes." With a cheeky grin, Harry knelt and spoke loudly to his conjured-snake. 'Come here, please. I'd like to hold you.' It obeyed, it's black scales shining like oil as it wound its way up his arm, coiling around him gently. 'I promise to take care of you until I can release you, alright?'
'I don't mind staying with you, Snake-Speaker.' It replied, making Harry's smile widen. Perhaps a familiar besides Hedwig wouldn't be such a bad thing...
He looked up from his new snake to see the awed look on Draco's face and the pale, frightened look on Lucius'. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I didn't realize you were frightened of snakes. I won't let him hurt you, though. He's very nice and he's agreed to be my pet. Isn't that wicked?" He smiled sweetly again, internally laughing with glee at the calculated gleam Lucius now had in his eyes. 'Oh yes,' Harry thought to himself. 'View me as an option. That's just what I want you to do.'
"I can't believe you're a Parslemouth!" Draco exclaimed, still looking impressed. "Being able to speak Parsletongue is a really rare gift! I just bet you'll be a Slytherin, like me, for sure!" The blonde boy was grinning widely, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Then we'll have the same dorm and the same classes and we won't have to be apart at all!"
Harry flushed, a bit embarrassed at Draco's enthusiasm. "Er...yeah. My parents were both Gryffindors, though, so I might end up there. You never know." He smiled sweetly at Lucius as he added. "Shouldn't we get on the train now, Draco? I've got loads of things I want to talk to you about..."
He watched as fear flashed in Lucius Malfoy's eyes. Eyes that flicked nervously from Harry, to the snake still wrapped around his arm, to his son's flushed and excited face, then back to Harry again. Harry knew Lucius feared him; not as a beacon for the Light anymore, but as a possible new Dark Lord. Which, of course, had been Harry's goal. If he believed Harry might rise to power, he'd be less likely to side with Voldemort against him. At the same time, he feared what might become of Draco if he grew to close the next "Dark Lord". Even as part of him wanted that position for Draco - right hand man, best friend, and confidant of "Dark Lord Potter" - another part of him feared for his son's safety. This Harry also viewed as good. Fear for Draco's life might help sway him further to their side then a simple hope for power alone would. Yes, this was working out very well indeed.
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Harry sat on the train, across from Draco, watching as the station disappeared around a corner. His new snake, Vissreth, was coiled happily in a patch of sunlight on the seat beside Draco. Once he'd realized Harry could speak to - and command - the thing, he'd stopped being afraid. Hedwig was in her cage on the floor between their seats, underneath their window. She was eying Vissreth with distrust, but seemed calm enough for the moment. Harry figured they'd get used to each other soon enough. Harry was trying to figure out what to say to Draco now that they were alone when the door to the compartment banged open. Pansy Parkinson, a thin, pale girl with dark hair that framed her pretty face in a short bob, stood in the doorway. She was practically vibrating, though Harry couldn't tell if it was from nerves or excitement or anger.
"Drakey, darling, who is he?" She simpered in a high, whiny voice. "Why are you sitting with him instead of with me and Blaise and Theo and the others?" She pouted slightly and added. "When you didn't join us, we were worried your father had decided to send you to Durmstrang after all!"
Draco sneered at her. "I'm sitting with him because he's my best friend." He said nothing else, and neither did Harry. Having never interacted with Pansy before, Harry decided it was best to let Draco deal with her. He wouldn't step in unless he had to.
"But...but Drakey!" She pouted more, her dark eyes shiny with tears. "I thought Blaise and I were your best friends! Who is he?"
Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Ah...apparently he needed to introduce himself. "Maybe." Harry said, his voice cool. "If you didn't call him Drakey as though he were five, you'd still be his best friend." Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. "And I'm Harry Potter. You are...?" He trailed off, his eyes narrowed on her face.
"P-pansy. Pansy Parkinson." Her voice was less-annoying when it was whisper-soft, Harry noticed. Interesting. "I...Harry Potter?" She looked at Draco briefly, then back at him. "I...oh. I didn't know Draco knew you. Hello." Her tone was hesitant, as though she were reserving judgment until she had more information.
"We met this summer." Harry sneered at her, then turned to Draco and smiled warmly; affectionately. "We knew right away we were going to be best friends, didn't we Drake?"
"Yes, we did." Draco smiled back, then turned to look coolly at Pansy. "We'll stop by your compartment a little later, Pan. Right now Harry and I are catching up on the rest of our summer."
Pansy nodded, her eyes now focused on the snake beside Draco. "Of course, Draco." Harry noticed the lack of her "nickname" for Draco immediately and laughed to himself. "Did your father get you that?"
"Harry conjured him on the platform." Draco corrected her immediately, looking smug. "His name is Vissreth. Harry's a Parslemouth."
Pansy looked stunned again. "Oh! I didn't know that..." She smiled at Harry now, but he noticed the calculated look in her eyes. Merlin, were all the Slytherins like that from birth? "That's so interesting...I look forward to getting to know you better, Harry. Any friend of Draco's is a friend of mine, after all." She batted her eyelashes and smiled coyly at him, her voice a breathy murmur.
Harry couldn't help himself; between her sudden attitude shift and Draco's disgusted look, he burst out laughing. In a dry voice, he said. "I'm sure. Perhaps we'll talk later, though I doubt we'll stay long in your compartment. I prefer to spend my time with Drake." He again smiled warmly at the blonde boy across from him, making it clear he preferred him over the soon-to-be-Slytherin girl. "Right, Drake?"
"Right." Draco's cheeks turned pink; he was thrilled Harry seemed to like him so much. "Bye, Pan. Tell the others we'll stop over and say hello later, okay?" And Harry understood from the pointed look they shared that Draco was telling her to inform the others of his new friendship with the powerful, snake-conjuring, Parslemouth Harry Potter. Which was just fine with him.
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Harry peeked into the compartment - Ron was alone. Perfect. "Do you know this boy? He looks about our age..." Harry smiled at Draco over his shoulder. "We should say hi..."
Before Draco could say anything at all, Harry had opened the compartment door. "Hello!" Harry said brightly, radiating warmth towards the boy he knew would be one of his best friends. "I'm Harry Potter and this is my friend Draco Malfoy! You are...?"
Ron swallowed hard, looking between the obviously-friendly Harry Potter (OMG!) and the seemingly-distant Draco Malfoy. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." He flushed when Draco snorted, his whole face going red. "What?"
Draco opened his mouth, but Harry shot him a cold look and he closed it again. "Nothing, Ron. Draco's getting over a cold, that's all." He smiled at the redhead again. "So, you're a first year, right? Any idea what house you'll be in?"
"My whole family's in Gryffindor." Ron said quietly. "So probably there. Why?"
"Just wondering. Draco thinks he'll be a Slytherin. I might be, too, but my parents were Gryffindors so I might be there. I don't know. I guess I'll just have to wait and see, huh?" Harry's eyes were glued on 'Scabbers' the rat. "Is that your rat?" Ron nodded. "Can I see him?"
"Um, I guess so. He's pretty boring, though." Ron held out Scabbers and Harry accepted him carefully. "His name's Scabbers and he's been in my family for years." He watched as Harry Potter studied his rat carefully.
"Draco, why don't you go wait for me in our compartment?" Harry told the blonde softly, not taking his eyes off of the rat he held. "I'll be along in a few minutes, alright?" He sensed Draco hesitating and added. "Really, Drake, there's no need to be clingy. We aren't babies, are we?"
"Of course not, Harry." Draco's face was flushed...he didn't want Harry to think he was clingy. "I'll see you in a few minutes." Not wanting to anger his new best friend, he nodded politely to Ron. "Weasley. I'm sure I'll see you later as well."
"Right. Bye, Malfoy." Ron's voice was hesitant, but not unfriendly. He was distracted by the way his rat had begun to squirm in Harry's grip. "I think you're holding him too tightly. Here, I'll take him back."
He held out his hand for Scabbers, but Harry continued to hold - and stare at - the rat. "Harry?" He asked, his voice trembling a little. "Can I have my rat back now?"
Harry sighed and glanced up at Ron apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ron. I really am. And you'll understand soon enough, I swear." He drew his wand and pointed it at the now frantic rat. "Stupefy." Wormtail went limp in his hand and he added. "Incarcerous." in a soft voice. Ropes shot out of his wand and wrapped around the rat, binding it tightly.
"What are you doing?" Ron demanded, his face red and his voice high and panicked. "Why did you do that to him? Give him back!" Ron stood, his hands clenched angrily at his sides. "You're a bully!"
Harry sighed and shook his head."I told you, Ron, you'll understand soon. After the feast tonight. I'll explain it then, I promise. Can you wait?" When Ron simply glared at him, he sighed again. "I was afraid this might happen..." He turned his wand on Ron, looking guilty. "Please forgive me, Ron. Obliviate!"
Harry tucked Peter Pettigrew into his robe pocket and slipped out of the compartment, leaving Ron with the memory of being introduced to Harry and Draco and the vague notion that his rat had run off at some point during the train ride. He didn't like having to modify Ron's memory (he didn't have a lot of practice with Obliviate, after all) but he hadn't seen another way. He needed Peter...and he didn't want to jeopardize his friendship with Ron. He'd fix it all later. Once Sirius was out of Azkaban, Ron would understand why he'd taken Scabbers and it would be okay. Now all he had to do was convince Draco to leave any questions until after dinner. Thankfully the blonde seemed happy to defer to him...it should be easy.
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Harry approached the stool confidently when his name was called. He picked up the Hat and sat, placing it on his head where it immediately spoke to him. "Oh my, Mr. Potter. You have been a naughty boy, haven't you? Such a willful disregard for the rules..."
'It had to be done.' Harry thought unapologetically. 'Now, if you'd just place me in Gryffindor, the sooner this dinner is over the better. I have some things to take care of and limited time, as you can see.'
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but I couldn't possibly place you in Gryffindor. Not under the circumstances. Surely you can understand..." The voice buzzed in his ear in an annoying way. "I know you were there before but that was you at 11. I'm afraid with what you've done, the only place I can put you is Slytherin..."
Harry mentally glared at the Hat. 'That's ridiculous! You've already put me in Gryffindor! You can't just change what House I'm in after five years; that's totally insane!'
"I am not changing anything, Mr. Potter." The Hat replied coolly. "You are the one who's changing the past. Now, if you'd like to let the rat in your pocket go free and if you swear on your magic not to change anything further, I'll happily sort you into Gryffindor. Can you do that?"
Harry seethed silently at the pompous request. 'No way in hell am I letting Pettigrew go. Not bloody likely. I can't.'
"Then you've made your choice, Mr. Potter, just like last time." The Hat sighed loudly in his ear. "I am sorry you're unhappy with this, but I can't do anything but put you where I feel you belong. And, clearly, that is in..." The Hat opened it's brim and shouted in a loud voice that carried across the Great Hall. "SLYTHERIN!" and the startled applause from that table swallowed the horrified gasp of one Harry Potter.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to write this chapter out! I wanted it to be perfect. ^_^ So, what do you think? Do you agree with the Hat? I hope no one is angry...I just felt like the Hat wouldn't be able to justify putting Harry in Gryffindor when he's got Peter Pettigrew stunned and tied up in his pocket and he's intentionally changing the past. You know? I mean, at that point, Harry's gone so far over the line that it's not even funny anymore. So the Hat had to make a choice. I had it make the only choice that still made sense to me. If Harry had been willing to walk away from his plans to change things, the Hat could have let him go to Gryffindor still, but Harry refused. He willingly (even knowing the possible consequences) said "Fuck the rules. Fuck the law. Fuck everything I've been taught about right and wrong. I'm doing this shit for ME." and that makes him, irrevocably, a Slytherin. I hope you all understand. Reviews are loved and cherished and e-mail addresses get you update alerts. Hope you enjoyed! ~ FA
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