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Ooops! A Hogwarts, Post Hogwarts Story

HP/DM

Slash Fiction

Rated: PG-to PG-13-to-NC-17

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

By: Emerald Grey

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine is my plot & twist of Canon, both Book & Movie...Heh& BHAWAHHH!. **coughs** The rest ALL belongs to the amazing & multi-talented, JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner Bros' Inc. NO: Copyright, money, nor trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: AU, with a side of blended Movie, (all-to-date) & Book, (all-to-date) Canon.

m/m SLASH FICTION, with some 'squick' I like to call Het. (shudders) BUT, in my defence, it is ONLY to further my secondary characters in the story along, and establish the plot! *Can't tell ya more, or it would give away my plot. Meh...* <g>

Our MAIN CHARACTERS are 11 when they first meet, and our story unfolds. This will be a Saga, spanning from Draco and Harry's First year's through their Seventh, and beyond, into their uncertain futures. *evil kitty cackle*

Nothing too racy at first. Just some hugging, kissing, rubbing, wanking, lol & just lots of UST's, lol with the usual *hijinks* of boy/boy lurve. <wink> and <g> There may be some songs, as those of you that know my writing habits know I express myself in song.

This story is my take on that first meeting at the robe shop, & the train, & beyond.

OH, and what I feel coulda, shoulda, woulda happened, IF only!!!

For those of you that don't know me very well? HI! My name is Emerald Grey,

*waves at everyone*

Pairings: HP/DM (and others, but, you'll have to read it to find out! Heh...*Evil kitty grin*)

Summary: Two boys meet, love, leave.

Years later, things ignite as a spark is once more a flame.

But, is it too late for true love's gain?

*--^*^*Chapter One*^*^--*

~Meeting Madame Poppy Pomfrey~

Harry was dreaming. And, in that dream, he had friends!

friends Dudley couldn't bully or chase away!

Inside that dream he'd made a special friend, a very pretty blonde boyfriend.

It had turned out that the boy he'd met in that magical robes shop, the one he had dreamed about the rest of the Summer, was the same boy he'd met on the train.

Harry had never even been on a train before.

Until today, he'd never even left Little Whining!

But this train was un-like no other. Somehow he knew this as the train had taken him to this huge mysterious place, a special school for little boys and girls like himself.

When he and his new boyfriend had departed the train later that same day holding hands upon their arrival, Harry again met Hagrid the gentle half giant who gave him a huge hug before quickly ushering them and other children aboard many tiny white wooden boats with little lit lanterns hanging above each one on a small pole as day met the evening sky.

It helped them to see the way as they'd then sailed toward the most amazing place he'd ever seen! Not even in the fairytale books he cherished so, was there such a grand place as the enormous Castle called Hogwarts!

And, now he knew for a fact, all the times his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley had called him a *freak* they'd been telling him the truth!

Because, thanks to a very special letter, FINALLY delivered by his first new friend Hagrid, Harry James Potter had found out a specially guarded secret.

A family secret that his Aunt and Uncle had known of all along! Even Dudley had been surprised by the news!

He, Harry James Potter, was the son of Wizard, James Potter, and Witch, Lily Evan's Potter, and was, in fact a Wizard!...a REAL Wizard!

It was ALL just too damn much.

Stuff was so jumbled, as painful hurtful memories swarmed his mind, twisting and turning his crumbling reality into a land of surreal.

All of those strange things that had happened to him all of his life, stuff he'd no control over finally made sense.

~~*

There had been this long Ceremony, something called a Sorting Ceremony, it had to do with the new kids like himself getting placed into one of 4 Houses by a sarcastic floppy battered dark tan talking Hat seated on a little brown chair.

He remembered holding tightly to his new boyfriend's hand and feeling a deep sadness as he'd had to eventually let it go.

With an anxious heart, he watched as his boyfriend had been placed in a House called Slytherin.

When it was his turn to be sorted, Harry just knew he'd go there too, until, something sparked heavy in his mind demanding, and pushing his thoughts, and bullied him to beg the sassy little hat to put him in the House known as Gryffindor.

No matter how much he tried to feel otherwise, the only place for him would be Gryffindor.

It made his tummy hurt, and his head throb, when he fought against that constant demand pounding voice in his head, chanting, "Gryffindor, not Slytherin, Gryffindor, NOT SLYTHERIN! GRYFFINDOR!" It had shouted.

The pain had only ceased, once he'd begged the little hat to place him in damn Gryffindor, and when he'd stopped thinking about being with his boyfriend in the forbidden Slytherin.

He remembered a great feast in a huge hall, that housed four very long tables and bunches of children were sitting at those tables. There had been a beautiful enhanced ceiling, made to look like the evening sky, with dozens of candles floating in the air high above to lend light to the festivities below.

There had been a tall slim man, who had introduced himself as a headmaster. He'd been dressed in long bright crazy coloured robes, and several older adults behind this man were dressed in floor length dark robes sitting quietly at a long table as well.

After a yummy dinner of every damn food Harry could of ever possibly dreamed of, it all disappeared! It was like...magic!

Desserts like the likes he'd ever seen, nor even tasted, suddenly filled all the tables, and he'd enjoyed chatting with his new friends that he and his boyfriend had met on the train and then had later that evening shared a little boat with.

Seated at his new House table, the House of Gryffindor, were two boys and a girl, and a lot of other people at this table who had acted like they already knew him!

Like they'd known him all of his life!

It'd been scary really, how SO many children of different ages and races knew who HE was, but he had NO idea what their names were.

He wanted to be by his boyfriend side, and it hurt his young heart deeply that they couldn't even sit together. When he'd attempted to do so, he'd been stopped by some of the older boys of his New House.

After the dessert dishes disappeared, they were then excused by the tall Headmaster, and told to follow someone called a Prefect.

Harry had lagged behind, his mouth in an 'o' of wonder as he saw the tall pale white stairs move, and swing around to the opposite sides of the huge castle, right in front of him! And the pretty pictures in the frames? They spoke and danced and did weird stuff!

They looked SO old! He was left with more questions than answers and his curiosity was bubbling over inside. Suddenly he was grabbed!

The next thing he knew, he was with his beautiful, sneaky, resourceful Slytherin boyfriend.

They soon were kissing, and teasing each other.

Things were really getting a bit hot and heavy until a tall dark haired man interrupted them.

Harry had been startled, but his boyfriend seemed to know the man. He was in for even a greater shock, as the man's identity was soon revealed.

Not only did his boyfriend know this man, the tall dark man was his boyfriend's Godfather!

Harry'd wished HE had a Godfather too!

As he soon realizes his boyfriend and he are SO different, He begins to feel like he's not good enough for the blonde boy.

Seeing his boyfriend in the arms of another, being comforted when he knows it should of been him doing the comforting, somehow, deep down he knows that he will never measure up, he'll never be good enough. Draco Malfoy would never want him.

But he loves the angelic boy way too much to just let him go.

As everything fades to black, he hears the boy scream, "HARRY!"

But, before he finds himself crashing to the stone floor and he knows no more, his only thoughts are of the beautiful little blonde boy he'd trusted with all of his deepest secrets.

Feeling his heart break at his silver dragon's betrayal, one word lies heavy on his heart as he croaks out, �Why?�

~end of dream~

As He bolted upright, the last word he'd said was the first word on his lips as Harry loudly cried out, "Why?"

Panicking, Harry Potter tearfully looked all around him.

He was in a small bed, in a very large room with a very high ceiling. Looking down at himself, he notices his Gryffindor School robes were no longer covering Dudley's ugly cast-off�s. Replacing his clothing were soft striped cotton jammies.

Everything was quite blurry as he didn't have on his glasses so he didn't even recognise where he was.

His little heart tripping wildly in his thin chest, his eyes wild and wide, bright and brimming with unshed tears, Harry shrinks back into the pillow behind him as he sees a tall slim woman walking toward him.

~~*

A hesitant smile quirked her mouth as she briskly said, "Good Morning Mr. Potter." Reaching out to try and calm the frightened boy with a comforting touch to his slender arm, inclining her head at the small figure sitting in the chair out of the boy's sight, she bit back a small smile as the figure touched a slim finger to their lips.

Smoothing a slender hand slowly up over his forehead, the silky black heavily messy fringe momentarily lifted, revealing the 'mark' that silently announced his worth in their Wizarding World.

Smiling down at him she added cheerfully, "Hello Mr. Potter, I'm Madame Pomfrey, and I am Head Nurse here at Hogwarts."

~~*

Quickly pushing back against the pillows as the adult tried again to touch him, Harry started shaking, and pinching himself, certain that this time, he had to be dreaming!

All adults in his book equalled pain. All adults were mean and rude and would NEVER call him Mr. Anything.

Or act so caring.

This woman obviously had to be a leftover figment of some part of his most recent dream.

"Ouch!" He yelped loudly, causing the woman to frown.

Clucking at him lightly, she swept out of the room, only to return with a tiny blue bottle.

In a no nonsense tone she popped open the top and handed it to him, telling him to, "Drink every drop."

And, she didn't bat an eyelash as he grumbled, making funny faces as he quickly drank it down.

Announcing that she would "Return within the hour to check his progress." she again left the room.

~~*

Pouting slightly, Harry was startled as a small familiar chuckle caught his attention.

Turning his head and squinting his eyes, he could almost make out the outline of someone small sitting curled up in a chair a bit behind yet beside the top of his bed.

This someone had blonde hair.

He was sure of this because the rays of the sun pouring through the window by his bed fell down in a sweeping cascade covering them, causing the blonde hair to sparkle so brightly, Harry had to momentarily slam his eyes shut.

~~*

"Glad to see you're finally awake Potter." drawled the voice.

Frowning at the sarcastic use of his last name by one he'd thought he'd meant more too, he hissed nastily, " Why Malfoy, is that you?"

~~*

"Forgotten me so soon have you?" The blonde boy teased, relief colouring his voice.

For, it appeared, for the moment, Harry seemed to be okay.

Perhaps a bit cranky, judging by his tone, but, thank Merlin, okay.

~~*

A feeling of sadness washed over Harry as he whispered softly,� I could never forget you Draco."

~~*

The small dark head was bowed as the boy breathed harshly, "Why did you let him touch you, hold you and comfort you like that?" He demanded hotly, as his voice hardened with threatening tears.

"Are you so sure?" Draco asked carefully, avoiding answering the heated questions, swallowing down his worry for the peaked looking condition of his dark haired boyfriend.

Gracefully getting up from the chair and walking the few steps slowly over to the bed Harry was lying in, Draco stood there peering down at the pale small boy nestled in the white hospital blankets and sheets.

Bending over until their lips almost touched, Draco's unique silvery grey eyes were swirling with hidden meanings as many mysteries darkened them with some unknown emotion when he softly said, "Because the distorting perception spell someone hit you with during your sorting was designed to do... just that."

~~*

"Bzzzzzzzzzz AND THE CHUDLEY CANNON'S SCORE!"

The sound of his little Chudley Cannon's snitch alarm clock woke him as Ron Weasley's nose tickled, and his little arms ached.

Holding the smaller warm body now wrapped snugly around him, comforted him in ways he never knew could reaching up over his head, his fingers fumbled for the familiar switch to shut it off.

Cracking open his tired eyes, he peered at the unfamiliar surroundings visible in a stream of the bright early morning sunlight that filtered in through the thin crack of the heavy curtain surrounding his bed in the First Year's boy's dorm room.

Shutting them quickly, he's now wiggling deeper into the comfortable covers, his nose buried in the fragrant dark hair of his bed-mate.

Their thin pyjama clad bodies so close, he can feel the stiff 'morning call' of the boy now moaning in his sleep, mumbling and rubbing sweetly up against him.

~~*

He'd had quite a shock last night...

After he showered, and got ready for bed, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan two of their other dorm-mates begged Ron and Neville to stay up with them and trade spooky stories.

Neither boy saw the evil grins the other two had shared, before launching into blood drenched stories that Ron was certain You-Know-Who woulda even been scared to hear!

After one hour into it, both Neville and Trevor had been practically sitting in his lap!

Although, having nothing but miles of bigger *git* brothers, the youngest male Weasley was very used to hearing spooky stories.

BUT, the ONLY thing Ronald Arthur Weasley WAS terrified of, was, spiders.

Of course he'd just HAD to let that juicy tidbit slip, and soon, the smirking dark skinned boy and the pale Irish prat were spinning realistic tales of little boy's lost in the dark forest, only the light of the full Moon to guide them as they ran for their lives as HUGE boy-eating-spiders were chasing them, their blood drenched razor-sharp mandibles snapping viciously! EEK!

Sooooooo, later that night, when Neville Longbottom stood there, beside his bed, fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks, clutching Trevor in one hand and a small beaten worn looking brown teddy bear missing one eye with the other; and shaking like a leaf, he'd welcomed the company...Huddled under Ron's warm blanket, the two boy's had shared their hopes and dreams, as they quietly chatted all night, trying to rid their minds of the spooky stories.

And, quite by accident, their very first kiss...Trevor had jumped and both Ron and Neville reached to grab him before he took a header off the big bed.

They had laughed quietly, and not realizing they were so close, had turned their heads to say something, and their lips had barely brushed against each other.

Trevor had just sat there, plumped out his chest, and both boy's could of sworn he smiled.

~~*

The contented little sigh escaping the full lips from the boy in his arms made him smile as Ron hugged him even more tightly. Kissing his silky dark hair, he softly whispered, "Nev, wake up Luv, you've got to go back to your own bed before the others wake up." Peeling down the covers, he tried again to rouse the boy.

"Nawanna" mumbled the sleepy boy grabbing the thick dark red velveteen covers and stubbornly pulling them back in place, as he wiggled down inside them further to escape.

"RIBBIT!" Croaked Trevor, Neville's best friend & pet toad and familiar, who had watched over them both as he'd occupied a comfy spot all night on the top of the boy's fat fluffy white pillow.

"S'not fair," He pouted, his voice muffled by the heavy blanket. "two against one!"

Ron lifted the covers all the way off and began tickling the boy until he was breathless with silent bubbling mirth.

~~*

"Shh!" Ron cautioned, turning back to Neville with a small finger to his lips, who in turn did the same to Trevor, telling him to "stay put, as he then too carefully peaked around out from behind the thick heavy dark red velveteen curtain that surrounded the large bed.

Two tousled heads, one inky black, the other dark auburn peered out.

Seeing that the coast was clear, they carefully climbed from the big bed. Quietly, both boy's grabbed their shower stuff, and a change of clothes and their new School robes as they quietly tip-toed away and out of the room, before urgently running off to use the loo & then hit the showers to start their day.

~~*

"Are they gone yet?" Whispered 11 year old Dean Thomas to a snickering 11 year old Seamus Finnigan.

Slanting his blue eyes, he rolled out of his own large four poster bed, stalked across the room and flung back the heavy dark red curtain with a flourish.

On a messy bed, sitting comfortably atop one of the two pillows was Trevor, peering back at him.

"Reebit!" Croaked the surprised amphibian.

Looking back over his shoulder, he snarked, "Do ya see em' in here Mate?"

Dean looks around dumbly. "Nope." Shrugging his slim shoulders he asks,

"Hey, Seam, where's that Harry Potter kid?"

~~*

"Draconis, you need to please accompany me now to the Great Hall for breakfast."

Sending a pleading look to his Godfather/Head of House, Severus Snape rolls his eyes at his Godsons sad attempt at winding him yet once more around his finger.

Turning as the door opens and Poppy Pomfrey has once again returned, Severus Snape observed the woman as she walks directly over to her patient.

"Mr. Potter, you should be well enough to attend the days activities. Now," She said, looking the nervous little boy in the eyes, "If you feel nauseous, or dizzy, or anything out of the ordinary, come back here post haste, and I shall help you."

With a few murmured words and wave of the wand in her hand, the little boy was once again dressed as he'd been last night at the welcoming feast.

Now looking at the tall man, she nods her head, "Severus, I'm sure you can accompany these two young men to the Great hall for breakfast?"

Inclining his dark head in her direction, he waited until Harry had hopped down from off of the bed, and they all three swept out of the room.

At the large double doors of the Great Hall, Harry and Draco barely nod at each other as they part to quickly walk to their own House Tables.

Two sets of narrowed eyes are watching their every move, their every glance, looking for anything they can use.

Ron looked pointedly at Seamus, who in turn looked meaningfully at Dean, who rolled his dark brown eyes before he looked hard at Neville, who looked pleadingly at Hermione, who glared back frustratedly at all four of them, before hesitantly reaching out to gently touch the arm of the little boy who was just dejectedly sitting there, his dark head bowed, still staring at his still empty plate, as he'd been doing since he'd first sat down.

At the other table, a little blonde haired boy carefully watched their every move. When the bushy haired girl touched what was his, Draconis Malfoy actually growled.

Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle stuffing food into their fat faces, carefully watched the smallest Malfoy's reactions with tiny smiles.

"Steady on there, Draco, or someone might think you have real feelings for the git."

Snorted Blaise Zabini, who was seated to Draco's left, and who'd had just about enough of the Slytherin Prince's pouting and mooning about, over the-twit-who-lived-to-steal-his-potential-boyfriend.

He'd had a huge crush on the beautiful blonde ever since he'd met him at the boy's 10th Birthday party, and he'd been upset to learn from the two large boys that knew Draco Malfoy best, that upon his father's orders, Malfoy was to 'appear' to be with Potter.

Turning the full force of his arctic glare toward the dark haired boy, both Crabbe and Goyle choke on the sausages they'd been stuffing in their mouths, and Pansy Parkinson, who was seated at his right, gasps loudly, as the slim blonde boy snarled,

"Zabini, I suggest you shut your fucking gob, before I take you outside and shut it for you... permanently." This last word spoken silkily and oh so quietly, yet with so much malice, all four Slytherin children felt the hairs on their arms rise.

Blaise quickly bowed his head and finished his breakfast without. another. word.

"Come on Harry, you really need to eat something, coaxed Hermione, as she dished some fluffy scrambled eggs, a slice of wheat toast and butter, and some sausages and fried potatoes onto his golden plate.

Nudging him slightly, she was relieved to see his hand reach out for his fork, and his head rise up as he slowly began eating.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Draco picked up his own fork as he too resumed eating his meal.

~~*

Harry went through his morning classes in a daze.

Before he knew it, soon it was lunchtime. He got through that as well, and had ate a little bit, just enough to keep everyone off of his back about not wanting to eat.

His afternoon classes just flew by and then suppertime arrived.

He'd stared over at the Slytherin House table several times during lunch and then again at dinner, to try catch his boyfriend's attention, but Draco was pointedly ignoring him.

He still didn't understand all of what Draco had revealed to him earlier that morning, but, he'd gotten some of it.

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to keep him out of Slytherin, and to keep him and Draco apart. The big question was who? An even bigger question was, why?...

And, after his shower, and his normal getting ready for bed routine, as Harry Potter pulled up the thick red velveteen covers up to his nose, his last thought before his long thick black lashes kissed his high cheekbones was, what?

What was his Draco doing right now? Was he thinking of him too? Was he missing him, his smile, his touch, his gentle kisses, the same way Harry was missing Draco's?

A tiny sob escapes his little rosebud mouth, and two fat tears fall from behind his closed lids, as little Harry Potter falls into a troubled sleep.

And, below, in the dungeons, in the Slytherin First year's Boy's Dorm room, a little blonde boy is missing someone just as much, and two fat tears slip down a little slender pale face as in his troubled sleep a name escapes his pink lips..."Harry."

~~*

That night, in a dream state, Harry has his first of many visions.

~Dream state~

A thin man sits up high on a gold throne. His head is wrapped in a colourful turban.

By his right hand side, stands a man that could be an older version of his boyfriend.

"Lucius," Hisses the slender man. "Report."

The tall handsome blonde man hits his knees, bringing the hem of the man's dark green robes to his full pink lips to kiss.

Not looking the man in the eyes, he states softly, "My Lord, so far-"

But the man on the throne smirks, as he unrolls his turban, and soon a snake-faced man is now visible on the back of his head.

The snake face spoke with a hissed, " you may rise my Pet. Ssssooo, theee plaaan isssssss ssssssstilll in motion then, Luciussss?"

Not missing a beat, nor batting a pale lash, he's now eagerly saying, "Yes my Lord, soon, you shall have your own glorious form again."

The monstrosity nods his odd, double faced head royally.

In a high pitched authorative voice he says, "Now, onto the 'other' business! Bring them to me!"

Two small forms enter, covered from head to toe in black robes, their faces hooded.

Turning his snake-face toward the smaller dark figure, he raises his arm and cries," "Finite!"

The smaller figure bowed.

"Come to meeeeee!" he shouted. "Report!"

The trembling small body crawled as quickly as it could to the strange man's feet, and small shaking hands picked up the hem of his dark robe as little dark red lips touched it.

Scuttling backward, it said in a quaking voice, "it was done M'Lord. The boy is in Gryffindor."

"COME!" He bellowed to the slightly larger form.

It too scuttled foreword quickly, and repeated every action the other had done.

Once it was beside the other, he stared at it with piercing red eyes as he stated coolly,� Have you placed my eyes and ears slave?"

In a soft voice, it replied, "Yes M'Lord, they are all in place and await your further orders."

"But!" Squeaked a voice. "The Potter boy!"

"Wormtail?" Drawled the snaky voiced man almost casually.

"Ye, yes, my, m, my M'Lord?" was stuttered.

The creature's cinnamon red eyes flashed fire as he shouted, "You dolt! DON'T YOU EVER INTERRUPT ME, AGAIN!"

"Crucio!"

All eyes watched dispassionately as the tattered short round form on the ground writhes in anguish.

His wails becoming ear piercing.

It seemed to be forever, but in actuality was only 1 minute.

It was concluded as a whispered, "finite!" filled the air.

Rolling the cloth back around his head he said, "Lucius?"

"Yes, M'Lord?"

"Sssee that thessse two are returned to their bedsss, post haste."

Bowing, as he grasps the elbows of the two smaller forms, he nods his head as he says,

as you wish." And, in a flash a *pop* sound is heard, as they disappear.

~end of dream state~

In his bed, Harry Potter moans, and thrashes about, not knowing that his scar has bled.

In the morning, when he sees dried blood on his fluffy white pillows, it's a shaky Harry Potter that realizes, "It was real, something HAD happened, and it was not just a dream!"

~~**~~TBC in Chapter 2~~**~~ =)
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