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'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue

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"Oh, Harry. We're going to miss you so much," Hermione said as she squeezed the air out of Harry's lungs.

"Yeah, mate. Don't forget to write to us," Ron said.

He pat Harry on the back a few times before leaving King's Cross Station with his parents and his girlfriend. Meanwhile, the young, raven haired teen waved at them with what he hoped was a sad expression. He'd never really forgiven Ron for abandoning him during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. As for Hermione, he was grateful for her. If it wasn't for his female friend, he never would've known the truth about the Light.

When he'd woken up in the hospital after the tournament, he heard his friends talking. He was about to reveal himself when he heard what their conversation was about.

"Oh, do shut up, Ronald. Potter's asleep. He can't hear us."

Harry may have been a brave Gryffindor, but the hat wanted him in Slytherin for a reason. His friends would never call him by his surname. They never had, and they never spat out his name like it was the name of a Death Eater.

Hope filled his mind when he thought that maybe it was another person named Potter. Then he remembered that he was the last of his line. He pretended to continue sleeping to see what he could find out about the conversation.

"Whatever. Just don't blame me if he wakes up in the middle of our conversation. We'll have a hard enough time with him next year since he thinks old Voldemort's back. Dumbledore's already lowered my payment by a thousand galleons because I wouldn't support him, this year."

His own friends didn't believe him? They thought he was a liar? Were they even really his friends if Dumbledore had to pay them to be anywhere near him? Whose money was Dumbledore using to pay his 'friends'? How much were they earning? Dumbledore had already taken a thousand galleons out of Ron's payment.

"Don't worry. I've almost finished the love potion. Once Harry drinks it, he'll be in the palm of my hand," A new voice said.

Who was that? Ginny? No, it couldn't be. She was such a sweet girl! She'd never do something like this. Then again, Ron and Hermione already have. What's to stop Ginny from betraying him, too?

Wait a minute... Love potion? They were going to drug him! Weasley and Granger didn't seem surprised by what the Weasellette said. They didn't protest at all! What else had they given him without telling him?

Did they have spells on him too? Maybe he could talk to Professor Snape about getting rid of the potions. But Snape hated him, and he was working for Dumbledore. Who else was there? Maybe if he could get to the library, he could find a book on getting rid of potions. He'd even sneak into the Restricted Section if he had to.

For the record, Harry Potter did not like sneaking around just for fun. He only did it when there was no other choice. Those moments were rare, but they were the moments that he was known for so they appeared to happen more often.

The three of them went silent, so Harry thought it was a good time to 'wake up'. He groaned, and shifted on the bed he was on. He heard more than saw Granger and the Weasels move closer to his bed and lean over him. He really needed to get his sight fixed. He reached over to his side table to get his glasses. They were always there when he woke up in the infirmary.

"Oh, Harry. We were so worried about you. Don't scare us like that ever again!"

"Yeah, mate. When you came out of the maze with Cedric, we thought you were dead."

Ginny stomped on his foot and glared at him.

"Don't listen to Ron. He was just worried. I'm glad you're okay, Harry."

Harry had to use all of his control not to growl, glare, or push away the girl when she gently placed her hand on his arm. That was the day Harry Potter put all of his masks up for the public.

It was now the summer after their sixth year. Harry had gotten his eyes fixed before his fifth year, but he kept the glasses so no one would know. He wasn't dumb enough to give his enemy all of his secrets. Unlike most years, he didn't wait for his family to come pick him up. Instead, Harry walked right out of the train station. He really hoped Mad-Eye Moody wasn't watching him, or Draco would be found underneath the invisibility cloak, following Harry nervously - even if he denied it later.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was following Harry using the cloak that he wouldn't even let Weasley use on his own when they were still 'friends'. Almost as soon as Harry was let out of the infirmary during their fourth year, the two ran into each other - literally.

Harry walked the dark, empty halls of Hogwarts under his invisibility cloak. He thought it'd be better to start his research as soon as possible. After all, there were only a few more days until he had to go home, and he wanted those potions out of him as soon as possible.

He wasn't paying attention as he turned a corner, and bumped into someone. He was about to apologize out of habit when he remembered the other person couldn't see him. He wanted it to stay that way. When he saw that it was Draco, he rethought that plan. Nothing is ever as it seems - as Granger and the Weasels proved - so maybe Draco wasn't as bad as he thought.

Harry took off his cloak, much to the Malfoy heir's surprise. No one but Granger and Weasley knew about his cloak. Besides, bumping into thin air, then seeing a person appear out of said air could freak anyone out.

"Potter? What are you doing here?"

"Sitting, as I'm sure you can clearly see."

"I meant what are you doing sneaking around here at this hour."

Harry wasn't entirely sure on how to ask his rival for help. He wasn't even sure Draco could help him at all. He might just run to Professor Snape and tell him so he can give Harry detention, or worse - Draco might just stand there and laugh at him.

"What is it, Potter? You look like a girl with a silly little crush."

"Look, you're handsome, Draco, but you're just not my type."

One of Harry Potter's secrets was that he was gay. He was alright with that. He knew the wizarding world wasn't as homophobic as the muggle world, but he was Harry Bloody Potter. He couldn't possibly be gay.

"So the great Harry Potter is gay?"

"So sorry I don't want to fall in love with the perfect woman, have 2.5 perfect kids, live in the perfect house with my perfect family and lead my perfect fucking life after defeating Voldemort with all of the training I've been given then get loads of money with my perfect job as the perfect Auror while everyone watched my perfect life through my window."

Draco looked like he'd been slapped. He'd never seen Harry that... that bitter before. When the two of them fought, Harry was always a little angry, but never too much, and never when it involved himself.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Harry hesitated for a second, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, trying to think of the right words.

"What do you know about potions?"

"A lot. I might not be even close to a Master, but I do better in potions than you."

"Is... is there a way to find out what potions were used on someone and possibly get rid of them?"

"Why do you wanna know that?"

Well, he'd might as well tell him. It's not like he had anything to lose.

"The Weasellette was talking to the Beaver and Weasley while they thought I was asleep after the tournament. She said she was going to give me a love potion, and the other two didn't even bat an eyelash."

"And why are you coming to me?"

"I didn't plan on it, but when has anything I planned actually gone right? I was on my way to the library to see if there were any books that could help me, but I figured you would know something that could help. Of course, if you don't, then I'll just be on my way," Harry said, standing up.

"Wait. If you really want to have yourself checked out, then go to Gringotts. It's only a hundred galleons."

Harry didn't like the thought of using his money for something like that. It was supposed to last him until school ended. He didn't have enough to live off of for more than a few weeks at most after school.

"What's the matter, Potter? There's no way you can't spend a hundred Galleons. You're loaded."

"What? I've only got a thousand galleons left."

"That's impossible. No matter how much you buy, there's no way you could've spent billions of galleons in five years. Just look at the clothes you're wearing!"

"Billions? I only had five thousand galleons in my vault when I was eleven."

"That's just your trust fund vault. As much as I hate to say it, the Potters are richer than the Malfoys. Didn't you relatives ever tell you that?"

"No. They don't like me. When I got my letters, they burnt them."

"Letters?"

"Yeah. They always burnt them before I could read them. Dumbledore had to send Hagrid on my birthday to go get me."

"They can't do that. Only teachers are allowed to fetch students, and he wasn't a teacher, yet."

"Great. Even Hagrid's in on this."

Harry and Draco met there every night until they boarded the train to leave. They'd made a promise to each other that they'd stay in touch during the summer. Harry would write to Draco under the guise of 'Noir Grey'. He mailed Draco the results from Gringotts, erasing his name, of course.

Harry Potter

Potions:

4000 Obedience Potions - Albus Dumbledore

150 Repulsion Potions - Albus Dumbledore

100 Love Potions - Cho Chang

300 Love Potions - Ginevra Weasley

3000 Compulsion Potions - Albus Dumbledore

700 Mind Blocking Potions - Albus Dumbledore

700 Magic Blocking Potions - Albus Dumbledore

There were no spells placed on him, but Dumbledore had told Gringotts that all fan mails, marriage proposals, and anything from the Ministry was to be sent to him directly, instead of Harry, as his 'magical guardian'. He told Draco about how he was emancipated, but only the two of them and Griphook knew. Harry had asked his goblin not to tell anyone about it unless he gave him permission. Being emancipated, the trace on his wand disappeared completely. He could do magic whenever he wanted unless there were muggles around.

Later in the summer, Draco was also secretly emancipated. As it turned out, they were both on potions. It was a wonder they both still had magic left in them. The potions not only blocked their magical cores, but drained them in order to keep working like any potion did. While visiting Diagon Alley with his parents, Draco managed to buy two charm bracelets. Both of them had charms that warned the wearer of all the potions that were on his and Harry's lists from Gringotts, as well as most poisons. Some of the charms even neutralized the potions and poisons so the boys could drink them and not be affected.

When the new school year began, the two continued meeting at night. Harry showed Draco the Room of Requirement on the second night back because Draco needed a safe place to talk to his friend and give him the bracelet.

He told Harry about his fear of the Dark Mark. He might've been Slytherin, but that didn't mean he was evil and wanted to join the Dark Lord. He explained how Slytherins were self preserving, and if joining the Dark Lord would ensure their survival, then they'd gladly become the man's slaves.

That year, Harry's only escape was meeting Draco at night. Sure, Weasley stood up for him in front of everyone else, but when he was waiting in bed, pretending to sleep before meeting Draco, he'd hear the ginger mumble about Harry being an 'ungrateful, pessimistic prat.' Harry was surprised his ex-best friend knew such a long and complicated word. It was too bad he couldn't tease him yet.

The year went by pretty fast for Harry. He got a few visions from Voldemort, but ignored the first few. His first vision was of Arthur Weasley. He was being attacked by Nagini, Voldemort's snak. The man died in the Ministry of Magic. It was when he got a vision of Sirius that he acted. Harry was on his way to tell Draco about his dream, when he ran into his 'friends.' They insisted to know where he was going. Harry thought it'd be better to sneak out with a bunch of Gryffindors than a Slytherin that he was supposed to hate.

He pretended to be extremely distraught, telling them about the vision - leaving out anything that would've hinted to the visions happening before. Not five minutes later did Harry leave Hogwarts with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna.

In the Ministry of Magic, the group looked for the corridor where Harry's vision took place. They found themselves in what looked like an endless room filled with balls of glass. They roamed the place until an orb called out to Harry. He grabbed the ball, and heard a voice.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

There was a prophecy about Harry and Lord Voldemort? Why wasn't he told about this? It's his life! Dumbledore probably knew all about that stupid prophecy.

Before Harry could rant in his head anymore, a spell was thrown his way. Him and his friends were thrown into a battle with Death Eaters. He recognized one of them as Lucius Malfoy. Harry aimed for him the most. The Gryffindors - and Ravenclaw - tried battling their way out of the Ministry, but Lucius got a hold of the prophecy. After that, newcomers entered the room. Sirius and Remus were two of them.

The battle raged on as curse after curse was thrown. Bellatrix Lestrange cast a stunner at Sirius, and sent him into the Veil. Harry tried getting to him, but Remus held him back. The man wouldn't - couldn't look into his friend's sad eyes as he flew into the Veil. Harry teamed up with Neville to fight against Bellatrix.

The fight continued for five minutes. In the end, Lucius dropped and broke the prophecy just before disapparating out of the ministry. There were no casualties on either side, besides Sirius, much to Harry's chagrin.

When they returned to school, they were each separately questioned on why they were at the Ministry. Harry reluctantly told Dumbledore about his vision, but only that one.

"My dear boy, why didn't you tell me first?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I was just so worried about him. S-S-S... H-he and Professor Lupin are-were the only people connected to my parents. He was my godfather! Please, sir, can I just go to bed? I'm tired."

"Of course, my boy. Feel free to go by the infirmary for a Dreamless Sleep Potion."

"Thank you, sir."

Harry was quite proud of himself as he left the headmaster's office. He smiled sadly at Ron, Hermione and Ginny as he left. They were the only ones that hadn't been interrogated yet, and Harry had a good suspicion why.

After that, the year went smoothly. Harry didn't have any trouble playing the grieving teenager. He really did miss Sirius, even if no one else but Remus would. Not much else happened during the boys' fifth year. There were no more battles that included them, and thankfully no more deaths. The year ended on a peaceful note for once.

Over the summer, Harry and Draco kept in touch. The Dursley's were worse to Harry now that Dumbledore told them Sirius was dead. It didn't help that Mad-Eye Moody - the real one - threatened them at King's Cross Station. So, Harry was back to doing impossible amounts of chores and being locked in his room. Draco often wished he could do something to help his friend, but he knew Harry would take care of himself. He'd done it well enough for the first fifteen years of his life.

Draco didn't show it, but when Harry arrived on the train on September first, he was relieved. There were no broken bones or bruises, and he moved around just fine. Their first nightly meeting was held in the Room of Requirements again.

Draco was telling Harry how Lucius wanted him to join the Death Eaters soon. They both knew he'd never do something like that while Draco was at school, so he was safe until summer. Harry and Draco spent the entire year planning on how they would keep Draco away from Voldemort, and Harry away from trouble. It seemed that all of their bad karma from previous years had finally paid off. There were no attacks on either boy during their sixth year. The Weasel and Beaver laid off, using the excuse of giving Harry some space to grieve. Ginny didn't add too many love potions to Harry's drink anymore - like they'd do her any good now - because it's seem weird if Harry's godfather just died and he suddenly fell in love.

The reason neither Harry nor Draco were waiting for their 'families' to pick them up was because they weren't going home. Harry had owled his aunt and uncle, saying that the train would be a day late. He knew they'd be mad, but they'd listen. Draco was under the invisibility cloak because his father was on the board of directors and part of the Ministry so there was no way to trick him into thinking the train would be late without actually making the train late.

The duo caught a taxi to the airport. Their trunks were shrunken in their pockets. Draco had forged passports for them near the end of the year. Being in the muggle world, they had to dress like muggles. Draco looked weird to Harry, wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that said 'Yes I'm British, Get Over It' on the front in silver. He only looked weird because he'd never seen him in muggle clothes. Harry had to admit that Draco looked good.

The raven haired teen wore some faded jeans, and a green t-shirt with a black hoodie. Harry got all of their clothes from Gladrags in Hogsmeade. Draco just used some of Harry's clothing, and used a resizing charm so it'd fit him.

"Do we really have to get on this muggle contraption?"

"If we wanna go untraced, then yes. After all, who'd have guessed the great Draco Malfoy would get on an airplane wearing muggle clothes?"

"Are you sure we'll make it there? These things are always on the news about crashes."

"So are murders, kidnappings, and runaways. Well, we're three out of four."

"Three?"

"Yeah. You're running away after kidnapping me, and I'm running away after kidnapping you. We're both on a plane, so that makes three."

Draco was still in a bad mood.

"Alright. If - and only if - the plane crashes, we can apparate to our destination."

"Fine."

They never said where they were going out loud, in fear of someone recognizing them and telling the Ministry. Harry and Draco got on the plane to New York, and then took another plane to Seattle, Washington. After that, they'll take a bus to their destination. Over the summer, Harry looked up all the small towns in the world. They couldn't be too small, or there'd be no privacy. They didn't want to be too well-known wherever they went, and they still wanted to practice magic without being caught.

He'd decided on Forks, Washington. It was cloudy enough to be like England, and with the forest in the area, they could easily buy a house hidden from the public eye. All they'd have to do after that was put the wards up.

They'd gotten a two storey house in the middle of the woods. It was close enough to the beach that they could walk there. The house looked like it hadn't been used in centuries. Harry took care of cleaning the place up, while Draco put up the wards.

By the end of the day, both boys were exhausted, but every single room was dust free, and there were wards to repel muggles and any unwanted owls from entering the grounds. Now all they needed to do was use a spell on each other to make sure they couldn't be tracked. Once that was done, the boys went straight to their respective beds. They were too tired to eat, and all they could think about was the fact that they'd finally escaped.

Meanwhile, in a backwater town in Washington, a black haired girl giggled as she stared off into space.

'I can't wait for the new kids to arrive. Edward deserves to be happy.'

I would like to thank my wonderful beta MsRomRaz1 for her beta skills. If it weren't for her, this story would be... well, it'd be terrible. It's thanks to her that I have this wonderful award for... Wait, you mean I don't have an award? Well, when I get one, she'll be the first person I thank. Read and review (though I'm not sure why authors tell you guys to read and review since you have to have already read it if you're reading this author's note at the very bottom of the page). No flames, but constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Heck, I'd appreciate it if you just said "Hi"! I'm going to let you review now.