Iron and Wine:

Prologue

Summary: AU. Slash/Fluff, boy on boy heaviness! Harry and Draco both don't want the future that has been planned for them, but it's hard to runaway from the inevitable. The boys find themselves lost together after a battle with Voldemort, and they find much more than their way back to Hogwarts on their journey. This takes place in between Sixth/Sevent Year and into the beginning of Seventh Year, and this also ignores the events of HBP/DH. This will be a song-fic based off of all Iron and Wine songs.

Disclaimer: This is not mine and never will be. This is J.K Rowling's/Warner Bros.

Warning/Rating: PG-13 for the time being, will escalate in later chapters to R/NC-17 for SLASH/Fluff.

A/N: Please read, review and enjoy! This is just a short prologue, it's kind of poorly written because I'm not good at 'battle' scenes. But enjoy anyways!! Mysty D. Vander.

The air seemed thin that night; the moon hung like a gem glistening against a blanketed navy sky, the stars shone as if nothing was wrong but down on the hard dirt brown Earth it seemed as though all hell had broken lose. As it was a full moon, which was a unaccounted for problem as the sixteen year-old boy had forgotten about his Professor and guardians condition.

As soon as the two had been portkeyed away by a mischevious hooded stranger outside of The Three Broomsticks, Remus Lupin's transformation had immediately begun on the forest floor. They had appeared in an ancient clearing, that seemed to be a stone alter in the center. It was a Death Eater initiation, and what a better time to prove your worth to the Dark Lord than to show up fashionably late with a startled Harry Potter?

Ah yes, Lord Voldemort stood in the distance from where the two men had appeared, wand drawn out by the boy in defence as he allowed himself distance from Remus. He knew that the werewolf side of the man would turn into havoc incrediably fast, but if it were a choice to rip Harry's innards out or those of a Death Eater...well, it's easy to see who the monster would pick.

"If it isn't the great Harry Potter, thank you Mister Nott," the Dark Lord hissing voice sounded, and pain shot through Harry's lightning bolt scar and shuddered through his entire body.

Hooded Death Eaters, new and old alike, were in a ritualistic circle and all looking through shadowed eyes at the scene with their own wands at the ready. Voldemort, however, seemed calm as ever as he strode forward, his face covered. But Harry knew exactly what he looked like; those slitted eyes, puny and emenating only evil thoughts, that slimey flesh that was just so wholly unnatural. Voldemort was no longer a human being, but caught somewhere in between death and the creature world. Harry was no longer afraid of him, ever since the sporadic battles that had happened over the past year what reason had he? He had accepted that one of them was going to die...he had accepted that at some point, he wouldn't react quick enough. But for some reason on that evening, the tightening in his gut told him that that night wasn't happening yet.

Remus had transformed through growls, he was spewing as he took awareness of his surroundings, his hunched back heaved. The werewolf, no longer sane during his transformations, took no time to leap forward at the threatening group and began to attack. Spells flew this way and that almost immediately, btu Harry was surprised when none were aimed at him. He had been prepared to react, but there was no reason to. But did they really think they could subdue a forty year-old werewolf? Not likely.

"Stupe-"

"Relashio!" Harry bellowed from across the clearing, his wand pointed at the Death Eater who was about to stun Moony who was currently persuing one certain hooded man. The man cowered in fear, fell over his own two feet and onto the ground. And then as quickly as Remus was about to attack, a howling was heard off in the distance. Harry breathed a deep sigh of release, he had harmed one Death Eater and still nobody had attacked him as Moony's creature immediately responded to the calling of his own. He quickly leaped upwards and pounded towards the sound, leaving the dark Wizards and Harry behind him.

And then there was Harry. He wasn't thinking, all he was doing was feeling. And it wasn't fear. It was anger, hatred and disgust towards this creature slowly approaching him in a sauntering manner. "Macnair, I would like you to take Crabbe and Goyle Jr. with you to monitor the beast. As soon as the transforation ends, bring him to me,"

"No! It's me you want, you slimey bastard! Now what the fuck do you want with me, get it over with already would you!" Harry screamed angrily, his fists clenched at his side and his wand nearly snapping under the pressure. He was breathing heavily again, he couldn't take the emotions that had been bottling up inside of him which felt like ever. Especially lately.

Seven Muggle attacks, more than one hundred casualties...Voldemort had to die. It had to be done, and Harry was willing to sacrifice himself trying. At least he wouldn't have to see what the world would come to if he couldn't kill the creature like the prophecy said.

Voldemort's face twisted into a crooked smirk, he cackled in the moonlight. "Ah Harry my dear boy," he cooed, stepping ever so closer to Harry who shivered in hatred. Out of all the hooded onlookers, he didn't know that one amongst them would stand up for him that night and most possibly save his life.

"You've got quite the temper these dayssss haven't you? And what do you think you're going to do Wonder Boy?" he sneered, closing the distance between himself and a heavily breathing Harry.

"I'm gonna tear you to pieces," Harry snarled back into his face and he raised his wand to jab into Voldemort's chest, the creature cackled amusedly. "You think this is funny, Tom?"

"Very, indeed. Tonights a special night dear Harry, for it is initiation. I have with me new recruits, and I need to test their faith to me-"

"Faith? Hah," Harry barked, he turned his back to Voldemort which surprised everybody in the forest clearing. He eyed the hooded figures heatedly, his wand pointed with a straight readied arm. "You call following a blind madman faith? You're all pathetic," he spat. His anger for this entire war and all the good people lost in it had been bottling up inside of him.

"Oh Harry, how you've grown over the years!" Voldemort was smirking with pure amusement now, his hands clasped together before he turned to his loyal Death Eaters. "The biggest test of all...Malfoy, step forward!" he demanded, a hooded figure just taller than Harry stepped forward from the mass, he walked without pause towards the creature. Voldemort reached forward and grasped the hood, he pushed it back to reveal Draco Malfoy's stone cold face. He was staring blankly into Voldemort's own slitted eyes, something most followers couldn't do. Voldemort stroked the side of his pale, perfect face slowly and Draco refused to react. "Prove yourself to me. Use the Unforgivable on our special guest here," he cocked his head in Harry's direction.

Now Harry was currently having a mind battle of his own. There stood his six year long classmate, staring icily at the Dark Lord. It didn't come as a surprise to him that he would find the Slytherin Prince there, but still for some reason it hurt. They may have thrown around a lot of insults and gotten each other numerous detentions over the years...but Unforgiveable's? Could Draco really look in the eyes of his classmate and do that to him? And Harry had an odd feeling in his stomach he would let the Slytherin because he himself couldn't harm him. No matter how much he hated him, he couldn't harm him. And apparantly, neither could Draco.

The blonde boy had his wand gripped at his side and his face turned into a twisted smirk, "No," he simply said and Voldemort gaped momentarily before chuckling.

"What do you mean by this, boy?"

"I will not bow to you. I will not do a thing for you. You are a crazed fool, Voldemort," Draco said strongly, his gaze never wandering from the others eyes, "And there is no way you could ever make me do that to Harry," he finished in a cool whisper as gasps sounded from through-out the group. Lucius Malfoy had lowered his hood by this point and was advancing vastly.

Harry stood momentarily stunned. 'Did he just...did Malfoy just...' but he quickly shook himself out of reverie and raised his wand at Lucius. "Stupefy!" the grown wizard easily deflected the spell and growled to turn away from his son which he had now reached and towards Harry, all the other Death Eaters were anxious waiting demands from their master.

"You dare defy me, boy?! Lucius - leave him for me," Voldemort snapped angrily, still not turning away from his staring contest with Draco. "A Malfoy has never denied me, and it will stay the same that one never will,"

"That's where you are wrong, Tom," Harry stepped forward bravely, walking towards the four Wizards that were the center of everybody's attention. "If Ma-Draco doesn't want to standby you then I will do everything in my power to protect him from your lunancies, and that's a promise," he hissed and before Voldemort could respond or even cackle, he sent a silent hex spinning in Lucius' direction. The elder Malfoy fell to a thud, unconscious to the forest floor.

Draco was now staring wide-eyed at Harry who was glaring at Voldemort, daring him to advance with his eyes. "You silly bo-"

"Aguamenti!" a blast of water erupted from the end of Harry's wand and shot at Voldemort, he quickly threw up a mental Protego charm for Draco who was thankfully not drenched by the tidal wave of water. Voldemort and his followers were not so lucky. Some were far enough away to quickly shield themselves from impact. Harry took the moment of collective confusion to race to Draco's side and yank on the blonde boy's wrist, pulling him away from Voldemort who was standing up with wetted robes. Harry found out many battles ago that the man spoke too much and interupting him surely was the only way to catch him off guard.

Draco was still in shock, he couldn't move. He had just betrayed his entire family, lineage, friends, House, his future. This certainly had surprised him, he expected to leave that night with Voldemort's mark forever pressed into his forearm. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort bellowed, wasting no more time as green light projected itself in Harry's direction.

The brunette smiled crookedly and raised his wand, pushing Draco behind him, "Protego Horribilis," his words were barely a whisper as silver light connected with green. Draco looked up amazed as he saw himself totally blanketed by this light, Harry included. And the worst of the Unforgiveable's, was being reflected. Swallowed up by the shield, somehow. His eyes were wide with amazements, and so were Voldemort's. Harry, however, had no time to feel surprised his charm had worked. His body turned a sickly pale and he fell over onto the earthly floor, he became racked with shivers and sweat. Draco panicked, he bent down quickly and grazed Harry's face.

"Potter...Potter! Get up! What's wrong?!" He had no idea what was happening anymore. There was too much all at once, Voldemort walking quickly towards them with his sword now drawn since his wand hadn't worked. "Oh shit, oh bloody hell..." he grumbled and grabbed Harry full into his arms and closed his eyes. Voldemort's footsteps drew nearer and nearer and suddenly....

Darkness.