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The Lion and Snake	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N~ This was started over 7 years ago... I am just now getting it posted somewhere. It will be a Harry/Draco Main Character. And there is an Original character that will pair with a well known character in this story.
Hope you like it.

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Chapter 1
It was a cloudy day, but yet still warm and pleasant, in London. The streets were bustling with the usual day-to-day human traffic. A tall brunette woman was buying coffee from a local vendor; a man in a bowler hat was reading the London Times. Everything was normal, even the small family that emerged from the train station.
Emerging was a tall, thin, blonde woman clinging tightly to her large, but well-dressed son, and a large man wearing everyday clothes. Next to him was a tall, lanky, teenage boy. He was scruffy in appearance with a tattered grey shirt and baggy jeans, cinched around the waist. They looked to be three sizes too big, held on with a fraying brown belt. In contrast to the rest of the family, this dark haired, green-eyed boy was not a normal boy.
Appearances were not the only thing that made this boy out of the ordinary. A lightning bolt scar on his forehead was only the start of the oddities of the life of this boy. His name is Harry Potter, as famous as a name can get, but very few people, if any, on the street knew it. Harry Potter was a wizard: A wizard going home with his muggle family. To Harry though it wasn’t really going home.
Harry never felt that Number 4 Privet Drive was ever home. On the contrary, to Harry his school was home. Harry Potter went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only one thing about Hogwarts worried him though, next term was to be his last. So many memories swam in his mind, but the dread of what was to come always loomed over him. Harry tried to focus on more pleasant thoughts.
One day. Just one day. That was all the time he had to spend at the Dursley’s this year. He was so excited. His summer was going to be wonderful. He would be going back to his very own house after that. One that the Dursley’s would frown upon that’s for sure. All the magic that place represents would make them so nervous… picturing Uncle Vernon in that state was enough to pull a chuckle out of him on the drive back to Number 4 Privet Drive.
“Don’t snigger, boy. Makes one think you are hiding something,” Uncle Vernon commented.
“I can do what I like, I only have to spend one day with you and then I will never have to lay eyes on you again,” Harry replied.
“Good for all of us, not to have to deal with a miscreant like you,” Uncle Vernon snorted.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, with Aunt Petunia commenting on her quilt for her sewing circle and praising on how Dudley got second place at the junior heavyweight boxing championship at Smeltings.
Harry just wanted this day to go quickly so he could get away. He didn’t unpack that night he just lay on the sofa counting the minutes. He was too excited to sleep. He pondered the happenings of the last year with bittersweet feelings.
Voldemort had gone into hiding again, and this time there was no sign that he’d even came back. The war had been short, but there was so much left undone. Harry was sure it was just the first battle of a longer war. Harry and Voldemort never got close enough to duel, which made Harry angry. He wanted so much to have it done and over with. But with the leak of the Prophecy from an unknown source, the Dark lord had backed out leaving no trace. Even Dumbledore was perplexed.
After Cornelius Fudge resigned, Amelia Bones assumed the role of interim Minister of Magic, only last Tuesday had she been confirmed into the position. It made Harry feel better about the ministry knowing that someone who knew the truth was in office.
Harry had been willed the deed to number 12 Grimmauld Place last year. It was his, he still couldn’t bear to think that he couldn’t share it with Sirius, but Harry had a year to grieve. His friends gave him his space, and even the teachers seemed to lighten up a bit last term. Harry had some time to himself to reflect, deep down he knew it wasn’t his fault, but the pain and sadness were still there. As for his new house, he knew that he had to continue to let it be used for the Order.
Harry’s return to the Black house was bittersweet. He walked down the corridors, and searched all the rooms for a picture of his godfather hoping to find a portrait that was still alive. To Harry’s dismay, it seemed that the Black family had eradicated every piece of evidence that suggested he had lived there. That foul portrait of Sirius’ mother would be Harry’s project for the summer, with so much rage and hurt, he decided he was going to finally find a way to rid the house of its largest pest.
Through the week that followed there had been a few members of the Order shuffling in and out. They only had one meeting that Harry had noticed, and of course he couldn’t participate. Lupin had told him that all would be better after his birthday. Harry couldn’t see what a few weeks mattered; he might just be more useful than they thought.
“There will be a few candidates for the DADA teacher post next week,” Lupin explained, “Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore will be interviewing.”
“Will they be staying the night, or just parts of the afternoon?” Harry asked, wondering if he should just make himself scarce.
“Just long enough for the interview, they are trusted though, otherwise we wouldn’t be conducting the interviews here. Hogwarts is impractical at the moment, due to the Magical and Normal Mess cleaning its going through this week. Dumbledore is trying something new in order to help battle the allergies of many students, due to all the pets. The cleaning crew is putting down anti-allergy charms in all the dorms.” Lupin said.
After that Wednesday, Harry hadn’t really seen anyone for a while. The first candidate was not someone who had the aura of trustworthiness about him. Mundungus Fletcher, he looked like a bunch of old rags piled in a corner, you really couldn’t see any difference between his dingy hair that melded into his robes, and the face that was lost amid the sea of wrinkles, smudged beyond recognition. Harry wasn’t sure if he could take a year in the stench that just seemed to follow him around.
Harry stopped really paying attention to who was coming or going, mainly because they weren’t here to see him. Now if he saw an interesting candidate, he just might listen a little bit.
Professor McGonagall arrived shortly after 10pm on Friday with a pop in the kitchen.
“Why are you here so late, Professor?” Harry asked
“Mr. Potter, there will be another applicant arriving shortly, please show Ms. Griffith to the kitchen.” She said.
“No problem, professor. But why this late? You’ve already had an interview today.” He replied.
“Nothing to trouble yourself over, this shouldn’t take too long.” She said.

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