Not Everybody's What They Seem To Be
Written by Emilea Wendelin Clark
Chapter 1
Harry Potter nervously stepped off of the Hogwarts Express. It was the summer of his sixth year. Voldemort had finally been beaten, and Sirius had been set free by the capture of Pettigrew. Now, he had the chance to escape the Dursleys' beatings and rapes. Not without cost though. Ron and Hermione had both died, sacrificing their lives to save him from Death Eaters and Voldemort. Sirius was the only one, beside Snape with them that survived.
~~~Flashback~~~
The two men and three boys and a girl snuck up behind Voldemort with almost no sounds. The air was thick with smoke and flashing green. The potion master handed Harry the potion, which would destroy Voldemort from his soul to his physical being. He felt his godfather, in his dog form, nuzzle his hand in encouragement. He looked to his best friends, tears stinging his emerald eyes. This was the time, while the Dark Lord was distracted.
He slinked like a cat towards the maggot like man. Unfortunately, Voldemort's head Death Eater had sensed him and turned around.
"Avada Ked-" Lucius Malfoy flew off of his feet, as his own son stupefied him with a Dark Spell.
Harry, wasting no time, poured the potion over the shocked head of Tom Riddle, and muttered the incantation. "Tandum Mortuu." In English, it meant the ultimate death. That's exactly what it did. It killed the Dark Lord for good.
He turned to look to his friends for joy, but was met with lifeless eyes of Hermione and Ron. Draco was only unconscious. Snape fended off the rest of the offending Death Eaters, as Sirius transformed back into a human and caught Harry, as he collapsed from exhaustion, and passed into blissful darkness.~~~
Now, he was going to stay with Sirius at his small cottage to escape the pain of the wizarding and Muggle world. It calmed him to know he had that kind of haven. He scanned the crowd of people for that familiar smiling face.
"Harry?" Draco walked up beside him. Ever since he betrayed his father, the two boys had become very close. They were the best of friends. "Are you okay?" He was worried about the boy's welfare. It looked as though the Gryffindor hadn't slept in ages.
"I'm fine. Thanks. Are you ready?" The Boy-Who-Lived gave a small smile to the blonde. He was glad that the Slytherin was going to stay with him at his godfather's. Snape had been asked to make several potions for the Ministry and didn't want to leave Draco to his own devices for such long periods of time, because his godson had a history of cutting.
Said Slytherin nodded and pointed to a man in the crowd. "Isn't that your uncle?" He noticed his friend tremble, as the fat man walked up to them.
Harry waited for the wrath of the muggle he could see burning in his uncle's eyes. "Why are you here?" He also glared into the watery blue eyes. "I told you I wasn't coming back." He sighed in relief when he saw the steel blue eyes of his godfather, who had walked up beside them.
"Problem, Dursley? I believe he did inform you of his new living arrangements." Sirius put a hand on both of the teens' shoulders and steered them away to a secluded corner of the station. "Okay, Harry?"
Harry just nodded and took Draco's hand for encouragement, never noticing the flash of jealousy in his godfather's eyes. But, Draco did. It made him feel uncomfortable around the animagus. He watched as the ex-convict forced a smile and held out a pen. It was a portkey to the shack.
The Boy-Who-Lived felt weak at the use of the magical object, but had already gotten over passing out every time he thought about using one. He smiled as they walked in the doorway. He finally had a home to go to now. A real home.
End of Chapter 1