Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi

Rated: T

Genre: Action/Adventure/Humour

Summary: AU. Sequel to HPSA. When Harry goes back to Hogwarts, he has to deal with: feelings developing for his best friend, the Weasley girl having a crush on him, and Voldemort trying to rise again.

Warnings: spoilers for the second book, mention of child abuse, OOC-ness, Slytherin!Harry, AU, fluff, Nice!Slytherins, cursing, etc.

Beta: Indie

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit from this; I just borrow the characters to put into my take on a clichéd plot. Copyright infringement is not intended.

A/N: I know that you all have been waiting for this chapter, and I’m sorry that this took so long to post.

To kidwithathorn: Since it bothers you so much, I’ll just change it to a VCR and have them watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. –shrug- It doesn’t really matter to me.

To Joe (who reviewed anonymously in my last fic): Draco might look feminine as you pointed out, but he was raised to dominate people. He isn’t a really good sub, in my opinion. Agree or disagree, read or don’t read, I don’t care. Thanks for your opinion, though.

To Shia: Hun, while I am very flattered that you enjoy my story, I do have other things to do that needed my attention more than this. I just found out that two good friends of the family are dead, and my cousin is not taking it well. Please try and be a little patient with me. To add to that, I have recently discovered that my godsister has brain cancer, and there is a 50/50 chance of her living. Plus, my other cousin was stupid enough to get addicted to weed. Basically, life is shit right now. I’ll try to update in a timely fashion like with the last story.

Also, Microsoft Word went a little wacky and my chapter was deleted. Again, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Hope you like this chapter, and thank you all for the great responses last chapter.

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Chapter 2

Draco rubbed his eyes. They stung and all he could really see were bright lights.

“Draco, are you OK?” Narcissa asked, concerned for her son.

“I don’t know, Mum. I can’t really see anything but bright lights. Different colour lights.” Draco rubbed his eyes again. Narcissa bit her lip.

“Lucius,” she called, “please come here!” The head of the Malfoy family came down the stairs and hurried to his wife.

“What is it?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“Draco can only see lights,” she mumbled. “I thought he’d be a little older when this happened.” Lucius’ eyes widened momentarily and he looked at his son.

“Tell me, Draco, how do your eyes feel?”

“Well, they sting a little and the lights are pretty bright. Yours and Mum’s are a bright orange.” Lucius nodded his head. He opened his mouth to speak when Harry came down the stairs, still rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Hello Draco, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy,” he muttered. Draco swung his head in Harry’s direction and had to flinch. All he could see was a bright white light. It felt as if he was looking at the sun or something.

“Ow! And all I see for Harry is white light. It hurts,” Draco whined. His eyes stung and a tear slipped down his face. Lucius sighed.

“I’ll be right back.” He hurried up the stairs. When he did come back down, he was carrying a sort of mask. The mask was green silk, and it had the Malfoy crest on it. It covered only his eyes. As soon as it was slipped on, Draco felt sweet relief. It was as if the lights were turned off.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked, confusion on written on his face.

“Let’s sit in the living room. Lucius will explain everything.” Narcissa said. As soon as everybody was seated comfortably, Lucius began to talk.

“Basically, what is happening with Draco is that he’s becoming an aura reader. That is what the lights are. What happens is that his eyes will adjust themselves to see these lights. That is why they sting. This gift has been passed through the males of the Malfoy family. Unfortunately, it has been dormant for the pass three generations,” Lucius explained. “All of the Malfoy males that have this gift receive it on their fourteenth birthday. Draco, you will need to wear that mask for a week. Then, we’ll take it off. When that happens, you’ll be able to see normally. After that, you’ll receive training and learn to control this power. You should be able to turn it on and off.”

“Fine,” Draco pouted.

After Draco got his mask removed, he trained with a friend of the Malfoy family, Antonio Zabini. The man had this gift as well, and was able to teach Draco how to turn it on and off. He also taught Draco to do other things with it, things that Lucius didn’t know about. For example, an aura reader can’t only see/read someone’s aura. They could also see one’s magic coils. That is one of the reasons why so many of them become healers. With their ability to see the magic coils, they could detect what was wrong with you. It took a while for Draco to complete his training. He hadn’t mastered the skill yet, but he had a good grasp on how to control it. Of course, the blonde still had to practise every single night. Draco found out that meditating could help him a lot.

While Draco was training to control his power, Lucius trained Harry. He taught the small Slytherin hexes, jinxes, and curses. Harry learned these things quickly, so Lucius taught him the proper way to duel and such. The small Slytherin found it was easier to duel with a staff. Of course, he didn’t know how to duel with a wand, so he could only guess.

On another note, Harry’s birthday was coming nearer and nearer. Only one more day and he would be twelve. The Malfoy’s were taking him to Diagon Alley so he could buy an owl. They were also going to pick up their school supplies since the list came a little earlier. Harry walked up to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. Gripping his staff, he tossed it into the fire and shouted his destination, “DIAGON ALLEY!”

Draco went after Harry and accidentally bumped into him. They tumbled a bit before Harry landed on top of Draco, their lips locked. It was at that time that Narcissa and Lucius appeared. Narcissa cocked an eyebrow and gaped at them. Harry scrambled off of Draco, his eyes wide and his face flushed. Lucius was staring at the two, not really saying anything. His expression was unreadable.

“Oh my god! Draco are you OK? I am so sorry, I should’ve moved out of the way before you came through the Floo network! This is all my fault! Why aren’t you speaking?” Harry said, a little hysterical. Draco was just lying on the floor, his eyes wide. Harry felt the tears coming forth, but held them at bay. Big boys didn’t cry.

“Harry, it’s OK. It was an accident, right?” Narcissa said, trying to calm the boy down.

“Yes, but he’s just—”

“Draco will be fine. He’s just a little shocked. Now, let’s go get your school supplies,” Narcissa soothed. Harry nodded and headed towards Flourish and Blotts. Draco snapped out of it when he saw Harry leaving. He got up and ran to catch up with his mum and Harry, his head bowed and a blush on his cheeks. Lucius seemed to snap out of his daze. When he looked up, he noticed lots of people stopped what they were doing and was staring.

“I do believe you all have something better to do,” he snapped. Lucius glared at everybody before turning his heel and walking in the direction of Knockturn Alley.

‘Narcissa has the book… Let’s hope everything goes according to plan…’

“Excuse me, sir, but can I get that owl?” Harry asked the clerk, pointing at a beautiful snowy owl. The man, his name tag read ‘ Stanley’, nodded his head.

“Sure thing. This beauty right here is ten Galleons.” Stanley informed him. Harry handed him the gold coins he recently retrieved from his vault at Gringotts. The small boy asked for the owl’s cage to be sent to Malfoy Manor and he held his new owl on his arm. He walked out of Eeylops Owl Emporium and walked towards the Apothecary where he was to meet up with Narcissa and Draco.

“You really are, beautiful. What shall I call you?” Harry pondered. “Adrianna?”

The owl hooted in the negative.

“No? How about… Hedwig!” Harry exclaimed. When the owl hooted in the affirmative, Harry smiled brightly. “Hedwig is a very lovely name. A beautiful name for a beautiful owl.” Hedwig puffed out her chest at the praise and Harry giggled. Reaching the Apothecary, Harry opened the door and walked towards Narcissa.

“Harry, I see you found your owl. And what is her name?” Narcissa asked.

“Her name’s Hedwig.” Harry said. Narcissa smiled.

“We’re almost done here, OK?” The small boy nodded his head. Somebody tapped him on the shoulder and Harry turned around. He smiled as he recognized the to smiling faces.

“Hi Fred, George.”

“Hello Harry. How’re you today?” The twins asked in unison.

“I’m good. Just getting some school supplies,” Harry mumbled. “And you?”

“We’re good. We got some new joke stuff. Wanna see?” Fred asked, a devilish grin on his face. Harry giggled.

“No thanks. I’ve seen what your stuff can do.”

“Aw, you’re no fun!” George pouted. Harry’s giggles turned into laughter at the twins antics. He just loved their behaviour. They could always make him smile.

“We’re ready to leave, Harry.” Draco said. Harry nodded and said good-bye to the twins.

“Farewell, Harry. Good-bye Drakiekins! Have a good day, Lady Malfoy,” the twins cried jovially. Harry chuckled and left the store with the two blondes.

“That was interesting,” Narcissa commented. Draco nodded in agreement.

“Where’s Father?” the youngest blonde asked.

“Your father will meet us at the ice cream parlour. Now, let’s go.” Harry gave Draco a confused look, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Time seemed to pass by fairly quickly. Harry’s birthday had came and passed fairly quickly as well. It had been his first party, and he enjoyed it loads. First, he was given breakfast in bed by Draco. The blonde wanted to do it since Harry had done it for him. Draco made the breakfast himself, so the eggs turned out to be a little runny, the toast was a little burnt, the bacon was slightly crisp, and the freshly squeezed orange juice had a seed in it. Of course, knowing that Draco had never done this for anybody made Harry feel warm inside, the small boy ate everything. The two boys also played lots of games and invited their friends over to join them.

Before they knew it, it was time to go back to Hogwarts. Harry and Draco had gotten ready early. The elder Malfoy’s took them to King’s Cross train station by Side-Along Apparation. This was another method of transportation that he didn’t like.

“I want you both to behave yourselves, is that understood?” Narcissa asked, her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Mum. You tell us every year.” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“And yet, you never listen.” Narcissa hugged both Harry and Draco tightly. “Look after each other.” Both nodded and left.

“They’ll do fine,” Lucius mumbled as he and his wife left the station.

“I know, but I can’t help but worry over them.”

“Relax. Harry and Draco have been trained. They can take care of themselves.”

Narcissa nodded. ‘I certainly hope so…’

“Welcome, welcome, to another year at Hogwarts. First off, I’d like to introduce our newest professor, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart.” Cheers erupted, mostly from the female population. Harry immediately recognized him as the man from Flourish and Blotts.

Harry, Draco, and Narcissa entered Flourish and Blotts. Looking at the list, Harry noted that almost all of the books were from a man named Gilderoy Lockhart. Was he really that important that the booklist was mainly his work? Harry shrugged his shoulders. He noticed Draco sneaking glances at him when he thought Harry wasn’t looking.

‘He’s probably disgusted with me,’ thought Harry sadly.

“Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you Gilderoy Lockhart!” A voice exclaimed happily, earning dreamy sighs and loud claps from the entire store.

In the back of the store, a man with golden hair was smiling charmingly and winking suggestively at different woman. He had blue eyes and was dressed in expensive looking clothes. Every hair was in place, his teeth were straight and white, and his looks practically screeched ‘PERFECTION!’ Lockhart posed for a couple of pictures before he seemed to notice Harry, who was now near the front with Draco. The small Slytherin’s hair was in a wreck from the Floo incident, showing off his tell-tale scar.

“Good Godric, its Harry Potter,” murmured Lockhart, astonished to see Harry. The photographer whirled around to stare at Harry standing next to Draco.

“Harry Potter, you come here!” he exclaimed, dragging Harry next to Lockhart. Harry’s grip on his staff tightened, and he clutched Draco’s shirt, pulling the boy along with him. Lockhart merely placed Draco to his right and Harry to his left.

“Smile now, boys. We shall raid the front page, we shall!” Pictures were taken, momentarily blinding the two boys. Then, Lockhart smiled his winning smile. “Ladies, gentleman, this is a most extraordinary moment. To stand here beside Mr. Potter and his companion,” he looked at Draco’s family crest, “Mr. Malfoy is an honour. To show my appreciation, I shall be giving these two boys my entire works—free of charge!” He gave the crowd another charming smile, causing the women to swoon. The photographer took a few more pictures before leaving.

Unbeknownst to Lockhart, Draco had turned on his power and looked at the man’s aura. He started to lightly snicker as he saw how truly weak Lockhart. At Harry’s look, Draco whispered in the smaller boy’s ear what he did. The blonde had to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as Harry giggled. Lockhart gave them weird looks before sitting down at his desk. Harry and Draco began to leave, books in hand. Ron Weasley decided to make his presence known.

“Well, if it isn’t Slytherin scum. Where’s your pet snake, Potter? Has it died like your parents, yet?” Ron harshly whispered. Harry glared fiercely at the boy.

“No, Largo hasn’t died. For your information, he’s sleeping at home. Besides, Largo is too important to be in your presence,” Harry sneered angrily. Weasley glared at him.

“What’s going on here?” a smooth voice asked. Harry and Draco turned to see Narcissa.

“Weasley started it, Mum. He asked if Largo died like Harry’s parents.” Draco explained, glaring accusingly at the red head.

“Is that so?” Narcissa asked, a delicate eyebrow arched. “Well, I’ll just have to speak with your mother, won’t I Mr. Weasley?” The Gryffindor paled. As if on cue, nearly the whole Weasley clan appeared behind Ron. Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Ron, and a young girl were the only Weasleys there.

“Is there a problem here?” Mrs. Weasley asked politely, looking pointedly at the three boys before looking inquiringly at Narcissa.

“Actually, there is. Your son here was rude to Harry. He inquired if Harry’s pet snake, Largo, died like his parents,” Narcissa explained, her eyes looking over Ron before going back to staring at Mrs. Weasley. The plump woman looked shocked before turning to her youngest son. If looks could kill, Ron would’ve been cremated.

“I’m very sorry about this. I’ll have a talk with my son.” Mrs. Weasley gritted out. Narcissa nodded absentmindedly. She looked at the young girl with the famous Weasley hair, freckles, and eyes. She picked up a book from her cauldron, inspected it, before putting it back. Harry was the only one who noticed that she somehow managed to add another book. His brows furrowed in confusion before he pushed it to the back of his mind. Maybe she was helping the young girl out?

“Come Harry, Draco. We must be leaving.”

Harry was brought back to the present when Draco lightly nudged him.

“Harry, you missed nearly the entire speech. It’s time to eat,” the blonde muttered. “Are you OK?” The smaller boy nodded and grinned sheepishly.

“I’m sorry. I guess I just dozed off. Honestly, the old man can be long winded.” The Slytherins within hearing range raised their goblets in the affirmative. Harry smiled and talked with his friends, ignoring the glaring Ron Weasley and Millicent Bulstrode. Largo was safely wrapped around his torso, and he was petting the snake’s head. Even though Harry was back at Hogwarts, he felt a little uneasy. It felt like something big was going to happen soon, but he didn’t know what. The small boy sighed. Oh well, he’d investigate later.

A/N: Hope you like this chapter. I apologize for jumping around and such, but it was kind of necessary. Anyways, reviews are welcome and appreciated. Also, I'm sorry that I didn't include any of the 'platform sealed up and now we have to get to Hogwarts through another method of transportation' thing. It wasn't really necessary to the story. Besides, something else will happen. One more thing before I leave: has anybody read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yet? If you haven’t, you need to! I finished it yesterday, and I loved it. Some of you might hate JKR, though.

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