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Chances for Happiness	By : merieth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chances for Happiness
- 1
Author:
Iris Wood

Pairing:
Draco/Harry

Warning:
Not much action in this chapter, just setting the scene, but IS
IMPORTANT to everything about the storyline.

Any errors made
are mine.

Thanks for reading

Chances for Happiness by
Iris Wood

Chapter 1 History

Where once had stood the
greatest school of magic in all of England, mere scarred rubble
remained. It had been thought to be the safest place to be in all of
England. Protection charms, anti-apparition spells, and the very
essence of the castle could not protect itself. For a thousand years
the castle had housed and taught many young witches and wizards,
preparing them for life.

The destruction of Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry did not come from the outside, but from the
inside. It was no Death Eater attack; it was not the Dark Lord
himself, well, perhaps that’s a little exaggeration. Nineteen
ninety-eight witnessed the death of Lord Voldemort, have no fear in
his name now, he no longer listens for it; he is dead, however, what
lives now is more evil then Tom Riddle could ever imagine to be. No
fighter for the light could have foreseen this, not even Dumbledore
himself.

The Gryffindor Golden boy, the boy who lived, known
as Harry Potter lived hardly a normal life. Constantly fighting
against the Dark Lord had matured the child into a man very quickly.
He is a man that I had loved.

We had fought for five years; I
never truly hated him, for it was expected of me. Harry had refused
my hand of friendship on the train so many years ago. It had all
changed when he accepted me into his bed. At first, it was about
dominance, control over each other. It drove us to each other
constantly. We were just two guys shagging, not Harry Potter and
Draco Malfoy: Golden Boy and Jr. Death Eater. Labels, they had caused
us to hide our love.

One person forced us out of our private
lives and into the focus: Ron Weasley. The bastard was jealous, I
could see it in his eyes, every time that I touched Harry, every time
I spoke to Harry. Bastard. Why did we not see it? He is the reason
that everything is the way it is. In sixth year, Weasley went dark,
for jealousy had driven him into the darkness. My beloved had not
noticed the ever so slight change in his best friend.

So, in
the latter half of seventh year, Weasley started poisoning Harry
Potter. The Resistance could not figure out exactly how the Weasley
accomplished this feat. What resistance you may wonder, but I am
skipping ahead of myself slightly. We only know that Weasley poisoned
him from Weasley’s own admission.

As I’ve said,
Lord Voldemort was killed in 1998. My beloved and I were five months
out of Hogwarts, and both active members of the Order, living
together in a flat in Muggle London. In the final battle of Osiris,
Harry Potter fought Lord Voldemort for the final time, one on one.
Harry had become so powerful, able to do magic with the wave of his
hand, without words, having a distinct advantage over the Dark Lord.
A lot of members of the Order died on that day, fallen for a cause
worth dying for. Lord Voldemort died at 4:17 am Monday, November 3,
1998. His body was dead, his essence crippled, but hardly gone, for
that poison that Weasley had been giving him prepared him to be the
next vessel for the essence of Tom Riddle.

Masterfully
crafted, the whole thing was masterfully crafted. I knew that Serveus
Snape was a spy for the light in the second coming in the war with
Voldemort. So did Weasley, know I mean, Harry had either told him or
he was there when they found out about the professor. It doesn’t
matter now, Serveus Snape was killed in the destruction of Hogwarts.
We are unsure how Snape did not recognize Weasley during the Death
Eater meetings. He must have personally discussed and planned it
directly with Voldemort. How no one noticed his disappearing, is
beyond me. Harry could hardly be accused of ignoring his friends,
most certainly not me while he was training, training to be the most
powerful in control wizard in history. Voldemort must have known that
Harry Potter could defeat him, something to do with a prophecy; I
have never heard the full details of it. So old Voldie wanted to come
out on top, and on top he did.

Harry Potter officially became
the bad guy when he personally destroyed Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry in early September 1999, one week before
students reported to school. Such power, he’d wiped out the
school and part of the Forbidden Forest from the inside. All the
teachers were killed, including the great Albus Dumbledore.

I,
Draco Malfoy, hadn’t noticed anything was different. There were
no changes in his aura and no real changes in attitude. It frightens
me to know that I had made love so many times to he who became the
monster. He that had whispered I Love You in my ear in those months
had been the worst sort of evil. Yes, we had our arguments where he
would leave me for weeks; what he did, I am not sure. But, when he’d
return, we’d have the greatest makeup sex ever.

That day
in early September, 1999, Harry Potter came back to me, to shag me.
And shag me he did, for nearly five hours straight. That monster he
had become had great passion, great power. I sound like I liked it,
but when in truth, it was the greatest sex we ever had. When we
finally had fallen asleep, I was awakened by Harry, he was asleep, I
mean, Potter was asleep, but my Harry was awake. Harry warned me of
what he’d become, and told me to run. He kissed me good bye and
told me he loved me, told me that he would fight the evil inside him,
that someday we would be together again.

That day never
came.

I apperated immediately to Gringotts, withdrew my life’s
money, and turned half into Muggle money, running into the night. I
hid in the wizarding community in Europe for a couple months,
watching, listening. Four months later, the monster--Potter--raped my
mind when I was awake. It was scary. I disappeared into the Muggle
world after that, altering my magical signature so Potter could not
find me. I watched and listened to the news.

In 2001, I had
returned to London. Only a couple thousand muggles remained, survived
the slaughter. Pureblood families were in control of the half bloods.
Yes, half bloods, Potter didn’t kill them. Harry’s
essence, I guess, allowed them to be saved. Muggleborns he could not
save. I have walked the streets muggles scattered across the streets,
those muggles were broken.

Potter had spread across Europe and
was warring with the wizarding community across the ocean. That buys
me time. I had found a resistance against Potter consisting of a few
half bloods and the younger generation of purebloods, led by Blaise
Zambini and Hermione Granger: once again, I guess Harry had spared
her life.

Now its 2003, Potter has taken over half the world,
less than a million muggles survive. Right now, Potter is fighting in
South America, I know that, I have become attuned to his magical
signature. The resistance has found a way to prevent all this from
happening.

I stand alone in the rubble of the great Hogwarts,
the concentrated magic like a comforting blanket around me. I need to
extra boost to my own power to complete the spell.

I, Draco
Malfoy, am going back in time to my seventh year to prevent the
poisoning of Harry Potter. It’s dark, the moon is bright above
me; full usually a bad sign, but tonight I need its guidance,

My
lips move as I completed the spell of the oldest of magics. I have no
need for a wand either. Looking up at the moon above, my eyes close
and I loose consciousness.

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Owari
:)

Look for the next chapter soon enough. This is also posted
elsewhere and I will try to keep both sets on track together.
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