Summary: Harry and Draco both end up running away from home, Harry because he is tired of being stuck at Privet Drive for the entire summer, having no power to do absolutely anything about his godfather's death and the people who killed him. Draco because he knows that this is the year he will be expected to join the death eater's. What will happen to them during the summer? And when they get back to school?

Story notes: This is set at the beginning of 6th year right after the death of Sirius and right before Draco is officially recruited into the death eaters. I'm probably more than a little rusty at writing so if you have any constructive input; don't be afraid to share!

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've posted anything, but I'm back (for at least this story) and excited about my newest story! I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.

Careful What You Wish For

By Coco Bebo aka EternusCaries

Chapter One:

Harry lay in bed ignoring the yelling of his aunt downstairs. At 16 years old he had officially grown into his 'moody' phase as his friends would call it. He no longer saw the reason to be his aunt and uncle's personal house elf and was counting down the days until he could leave this place and never have to come back.

"BOY!" The booming voice of his uncle came next and Harry knew now he was probably in trouble, but still couldn't find a reason to care. If it hadn't been for Sirius' death and the owl that came to his aunt and uncle explaining what Harry had gotten from his godfather's will they would have still been ignoring him.

The heavy thuds came next and Harry stopped twirling his wand to prepare for his red faced uncle's appearance. Sure enough the door flew open with a loud boom. If Harry would've tore his gaze from the ceiling he would've saw his panting, very red face uncle in his doorway glaring at Harry as if he were trying to kill him with his stare alone.

"The dishes aren't going to do themselves boy"

At that Harry continued to twirl his wand and sighed heavily, "Then I suppose someone is going to have to do them."

"You get down here and start doing your house work right now or..."

"Or what?" Harry finally sat up and glared back at his uncle, "What are you going to do? Kick me out? You wouldn't want a member of the order to make another visit would you? Now get out of my room and do your own fucking dishes!"

His uncle stood at the door for a moment or two afterwards, too shocked to think of a comeback before slamming the door shut. Harry didn't lay back down until he heard the thud of his uncle going back down the steps.

Sighing deeply Harry looked over at the empty cage his owl usually slept in, but after the first two weeks of Harry barely paying attention to her she flew out of the window to hunt and never came back. Harry knew Hedwig was probably pissed at him, but he also knew that she probably flew off to the burrow to spend the remainder of the holiday, something that he desperately wished he could do.

Closing he eyes Harry couldn't help but think of his godfather smiling at him and telling him that one day, when he was a free man he would come and get Harry and they could live together. The excitement at the very idea was hard to push down for Harry, until that was, he remembered that his godfather was now dead and it was his fault. His eyes snapped open and the now familiar surge of rage ran through him, he threw his wand and stood up. Pacing for a moment before kicking his school trunk hard enough to make it scoot across the floor.

Ignoring the pain in his foot he went over and retrieved his wand, his hand clenching so tightly around it Harry could almost feel it leaving an impression on his palm. He went over to his window and heaved it up, hearing a loud crack as the glass impacted the top of the window sill. He grabbed his trunk and threw it down, seeing the contents of it spilling onto the grass as the street lamp shone on them. Climbing down after it he angrily slammed everything back into the trunk, locking it and pulling the handle on it so he could drag it behind him.

He refused to stay one more minute at his aunt and uncle's house, refused to spend one more minute of thinking about what he should've done while locked up in that room. He might've messed up last year; he may have been the reason why his godfather was now dead, unable to rescue Harry from this nightmare he was supposed to call home. But he could fix it, he could if nothing else avenge his godfather; something he couldn't do if he stayed holed up in his room all summer.

Tucking his wand away he started down the street, his aunt and uncle wouldn't realize he was gone until at least the next morning and when they did finally find out Harry knew that they wouldn't try to find him. He stopped a few blocks down the road, remembering how he had done this before, remembering the black dog he had seen staring at him from the bushes. Another burst of rage flared up inside him, if he had just listened to Dumbledore…no if Dumbledore had just been honest with Harry this never would've happened. Sirius would still be alive and Harry could've been with him instead sent to privet drive to live another summer in captivity.

Not knowing what to do Harry raised his wand and waited for the knight bus to swoop down and pick him up.

Draco sat at his dining room table not quite believing what his father was telling him. The Dark Lord was coming to Malfoy manor and he wanted an audience with Draco himself. Nodding and keeping the smile plastered on his face Draco internally started to panic. He had been waiting for this day, waiting for the day his father would tell him the 'great' news that The Dark Lord wanted him to join their cause. He just didn't think it would happen until he was out of school or at least in his last year.

But no it was happening now and Draco had to escape. Ever since his fourth year he had discovered that even though he did hate muggles he didn't want to be a blind follower to a maniac who was hell bent on their destruction. No, Draco just wanted to continue living in the wizarding world, one day be a respectful member of the Ministry of Magic, and try to clean up the Malfoy name as best as he could. Not to say that he was turning 'good', he just didn't want to be a part of this at all. Let the Death Eaters and the Order go to some kind of civil war and kill each other, Draco wanted no part of it.

"This sounds wonderful Father, when are we expecting our Lord to visit us?" Draco turned his full attention back to his father, not believing how excited Lucius Malfoy looked.

"Within the week we will be the honored hosts of The Dark Lord."

Draco nodded and stood up, trying to let the same amount of enthusiasm come out, "Splendid, I'm going to start preparing, can I be excused?"

Lucius nodded and Draco was gone, almost running hoping his father would mistake it for excitement instead of what it was; terror.

Reaching his room he closed his door, locking it before starting to throw things in his school trunk. He had to leave and he had to leave tonight, the quicker he got away the better. He shoved Galleons into pocket and more into his trunk before closing it quietly, locking it and pushing it toward his window. Living on the third story was about to be one of the things Draco hated but if he was careful he could lower his trunk and then climb down himself. Pulling the sheets off his bed he quickly tore off several long strips, tying them together, trying the end on his trunk. It was still early but his parents wouldn't check on him for the rest of the night and no one would notice if he snuck out. He heaved the trunk out the window and held on to the sheet tightly as he lowered it down. Once it hit the ground he tied the other end of the sheet to the post of his bed and climbed down after his trunk.

Once he reached the ground he untied his trunk and started to drag it behind him, running silently as he made his way toward the gate to his house. Once outside he shivered and looked around, what was he going to do now? Sure they wouldn't notice he was gone until it was too late, but they would do their best to get him back before the Dark Lord came and if they didn't get him back before then, he would be disowned, cast out. He swallowed the vomit that suddenly flew up his throat shivering as he made his way down the street. He stopped about a mile away from his house and sat down, shivering and trying to quail the panic. He was homeless and worse he was a blood traitor. He felt tears prickling his eyes but knew that now wasn't the time to let his emotions get the best of him. Raising his wand he waited for the knight bus to swoop down.

When Harry got onto the bus his glasses were tucked away and his hair was smoothed down over his scar, he figured if he didn't make eye contact with the new bus boy they wouldn't recognize him and it turned out he was right, he gave them the money for his ride and told them to take him to hogsmead before sitting down on a bed that was near the back and next to a window. There were only a few other witches and wizards on the bus and those who weren't sleeping were busy reading the paper or a book they had brought along. Harry sighed as he laid his head on the window and watched as the scenery flew by at unbelievable speeds. But before the bus could really go to full speed it started to slow down already and Harry was surprised to see that they were in a pretty high class neighborhood, for some reason he just didn't picture a rich, high class wizard riding the knight bus.

When it screeched to a stop Harry found himself staring intently at the entrance, wanting to see who would get on next. He had to blink a couple of times and even put his glasses back on to be sure what he was seeing was correct. Draco Malfoy walked onto the bus, looking frazzled and almost panicky. He gave the bus boy a galleon and whispered something to the driver before starting to move back, dragging his trunk along with him.

He froze in his tracks half way toward Harry, his eyes widening. When he started to say something Harry put a finger up to his mouth and hoped that Draco would listen, he really didn't want his cover to be blown so quickly, taking his glasses off again and tucking them away he motioned for Draco to come sit next to him.

Sure usually they were enemies, but when you both end up on a bus around 11 at night Harry figured it was time to put away the rivalry for at least a while. Draco must have thought so too because he started to make his way back toward Harry, looking anxious and tired.

"You are the last person I ever expected to be on here."

Draco looked over at Harry and scoffed, "You don't have to tell me Potter, but I guess karma has a funny way of showing its head."

Harry studied Draco for a second longer, noticing worry and paranoia in his eyes, "So…what brings you here?"

Draco shook his head, "If we are going to play nice Potter, you are going to have to go first, I have no reason to trust you."

Harry sighed and look back toward the window, why he had ever thought even in these circumstances that Draco and himself could get along… "Fine, I'm tired of being cooped up in some kind of protective hell all summer; so I ran off so I can spend the rest of the holiday's tracing down and killing the people that are responsible for my godfather's death."

Harry didn't bother to look back over at Draco; he knew what side of the battle Draco was on… "Fair enough, I'm also running away from my family, I was informed tonight that a…special guest was on their way. Also special guest wanted to welcome me into his exclusive club. A club that I had not signed up for and want no part in."

Harry turned slowly back toward Draco, not believing what he had just heard. Draco was running away because he didn't want to be a death eater? He had never in a million years even considered the possibility that Draco, the junior death eater in training didn't actually want a part of it.

"So, what do we do now? We are both on the run from someone; people are going to be looking for both of us soon…any good ideas on where to hide?" Harry smiled his first smile of the summer and was happy to see Draco's demeanor lighten a little.

"No, I don't, but I suggest we think quickly." They shared a look and Harry thought that maybe, he wasn't filled with the sudden urge to leave privet drive just for vengeance, maybe it was fate that made him thirst for his freedom.

End of Chapter One