Auther's note you don't have yo read if you want but it is recomended.

I am sorry for my little out burst, I have decided to take yamiyugi23 as my beta. So that i can catch all my misspellings.

Okay I have a little rant I want to saw before I start the next chapter (complete with warning and disclaimers) a lot of you assumed that I was new to writing or young. Well guess what you get for assuming, you make and ass out of you and me (Ass/u/me). You are right that I am young I am only 19 years old. But I am not new to writing, I have been writing on Fanfiction for 5 years, I have many different accounts, before I posted my first story on Fanfiction I had been writing for three years. I know how to make a story seem anyway I want. I wanted this story to have a childish vibe to it, so I gave it a childish vibe to it. I already had one of my other short stories (not a fanfic) published so I am not new to writing. Yes I do make mistakes, everyone does we are all human no one is perfect. If you say you are perfect you are either on something, lieing, or are selling something and I don't want any of your bull shit.

Disclaimer- I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT AND SHADOW!

Warning- This is a yoai, meaning boy on boy if you don't like it don't read it. Suggested rape and abuse. You have now been warned.

Smart ass disclaimer (what you didn't think I wouldn't be a smart ass now did you? ;p)- J.K ROWLING OWNS FLUFFY, HARRY, SNAPE, SLYTHERIN, GRYFFINDOR, HUFFLEPUFF, RAVENCLAW, DRACO, DUMBLEDORE, RON, HERMIONE, MADAM POMFREY, MOLLY WEASELY, AURTHER WEASELY, GINNY, GOREGE, FRED, CHARLEY, BILL, VOLDEMORT, LUCIUS, NARCISSIA, SIRIUS, REMEUS, LUNA, FLITWICK, HAGRID, PETUNIA, DUDLEY, VERNON, MCGONAGALL, NEVILLE, BINNS, BATHSHEBA BABBILING, AURORA SINISTRA, TRELAWNEY, FLICH, MADAM HOOCH, IRMA PRINCE, BURBAGE, FIRENZE, SPROUT. I OWN SHADOW, THE PLOT, THE WAY EVERYONE REACTS, HOW PEOPLE ARE KILLED, HOW THE STORY GOES, AND EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT THE STORY THAT J.K. ROWLING DOES NOT OWN.

Smart ass warning- This is a yoai, meaning boy on boy if you don't like it please don't read it and leave a nasty review sawing that my soul will rot in hell for all eternity, my grandmother has already beat you to that. This is a fanfic so nothing is going to be like the books, if you want it to be like the book then please get your lazy ass off the computer and walk your happy ass down to the nearest book story or library and get the books and leave everyone here on fanfiction the fuck alone and then we can live in harmony, you reading the books and us fanfiction writers/readers writing/reading fanfictions that can not be farther from the books. You have been warned so please kindly get off my ass, I don't like butt play but the person behind you might, please have a nice day.

Chapter Three

Draco Malfoy was walking out back to class after his detention with Professor McGonagall. He had gotten detention for laughing at Longbottom that morning when he messed up the simple spell they were doing. Instead of changing the feather into a piece of parchment the boy had changed it into a fly.

Draco sighed and stuffed the note he had gotten from the Professor explaining why he was out after hours into his back pocket. He had just stepped on to the moving staircase to go from the third floor to the dungeons when Harry's voice caught his attention.

"Let me go Ron!"

Draco turned around and looked up the stairs just in time to see what looked like Ron push Harry down the stairs. Draco gasped in shock as Harry's head came painfully in contact with the stairs, catching Ron's attention.

Ron glared at Draco before turning around and running back up to the tower. Draco forced himself to come out of shock and pulled out his wand to stop Harry from rolling down the stairs.

"PROFESSOR!" Draco yelled running back down the hallway he just came down from.

"Why are you not on your way back to your dorm?" McGonagall asked walking out of her room to see a scared and panting Draco, "What? What is it? What has happened?" She asked getting into mother hen mode.

"It's Harry, he's hurt!" Draco cried not even caring that he had called Harry by his first name.

"Where is he?" McGonagall asked and Draco led her to here the now broken and bleeding boy laid in a heap where Draco had stopped him, "Merlin, what happened to him?" she asked as she carefully levitated him.

"Weasely pushed him down the stairs," Draco said as they hurridly sped walked down to the Hospital wing.

"Ronald would do no such thing Malfoy, they are best friends. Plus Ronald knows that he could lose house points for being out so late," McGonagall said.

"It's never stopped him before. And I saw him Professor! I was had just walked onto the stairs to go down the stairs when I heard Harry's voice. I turned and saw Weasely push him down the stairs, and then he ran away once he saw me," Draco said as they walked in to the Hospital Wing.

McGonagall looked deep in thought as she gently laid Harry down on one of the many hospital beds.

Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office, her eyes widened when they landed on Harry's bloody body; she then turned to glare at Draco.

"I know you to don't like each other Mr. Malfoy, but this going to far, you might have killed him this time," She said.

"Malfoy wasn't responsible for this Pomfrey, or so he claims," McGonagall said, "Innocent until proven guilty, as Albus always says."

"Then who did this?" Pomfrey asked.

"Malfoy claims that he saw Mr. Weasely push him down the stairs then run off," McGonagall said then sighed, "Stay here Malfoy, I am going to get the Headmaster."

"Why must I stay Professor, isn't Harry safe here?" Draco asked and Pomfrey looked like she was about to have a heart attack at him using Harry's first name.

"You are the only witness we have as of right now, you must stay," McGonagall said then quickly left the Hospital Wing.

Draco stood next to Harry's hospital bed awkwardly, the only time he was ever in the Hospital Wing was when Harry or one of the older Slytherin's put him in there, he had never been here because someone else was injured.

"Sit down Malfoy, you are distracting me," Pomfrey said as she was cleaning and looking over Harry. Draco jumped and quickly found a seat right next to Harry's bed, he sat down and found that the seat was quiet comfortable.

"How- Is he going to be okay?" Draco asked scared. He didn't understand why he wanted to cry or find Weasely and beat him to a bloody pulp just because he was the reason Harry was not laying on a hospital bed looking like a broken doll.

"I can't say for sure, his head is cracked wide open, I can see his skull. I think a few rips are broken; one of them may punctured his lung. His left wrist is snapped in half, his right wrist is sprained. His right leg is broken, thankfully it is a clean break, and his left leg has a hair line fracture," Pomfrey told him watching him closely. Draco looked either ready to vomit from the information or kill someone, maybe both, this surprisingly calmed Pomfrey's suspicions of the boy.

"My, what a lot of damage," Albus said from right behind Draco causing him to jump and turn to look at the crazy old man, "Thankfully you were there to help him or it may have been a lot worse. But I would like to know why Harry was out of his dorm so late."

"That is my doing Headmaster, I had giving him detention for skipping class," Snape said from the left of Dumbledore.

"Thank you Severus. Draco my boy would you mind explain what you saw one more time?" Dumbledore asked and Draco sighed.

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Harry felt like shit. Big, fat, smell shit. His head was bonding, his chest hurt like a mother fucker, and he couldn't feel his left wrist, his right one hurt. His right leg felt like Fluffy had decided to use it as a chew toy, and his left one was thankfully only stinging. But the worst part of everything was that he felt like he was floating and he couldn't move his body. He opened his eyes to only be greeted with total blackness. What the hell had happened to him? Where was he? And who the hell was that?

During Harry's mental rant a person had appeared in front of him. The person looked to be no older than 15, he had short black ears and onyx black eyes, on top of his head was two furry black cat ears, coming from his just above his ass was a long furry black cat tail. The young boy smiled softly at Harry and Harry began to calm down.

"I'm sorry to scare you like that Nya," the boy said.

"Who are you? More importantly, what are you?" Harry asked. The boy gave a soft and airy laugh, it sounded very beautiful.

"My name is, or was Shadow. As for what I am, I am a cat," the boy said and Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"I've never seen a cat look like you," Harry said and Shadow sighed.

"That is because of a spell that was cast on me, it changed me and all of my kind to take the shape we are known for now," Shadow said looking very sad, like he was about to cry.

"Why am I here?" Harry asked quickly changing the subject.

"Because Harry, it is time for you to finally find out who you truly are," Shadow said smirking and Harry got a bad feeling.

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"You did WHAT?" the voice of Hermione Granger rang throughout the common room the next day.

"I lost us 250 house points," Ron said as if it was no big deal.

"Ronald, how the hell did you lose us that many points?" Hermione asked.

"I snuck out of the tower last night to confront Harry before he came in here and caused you to cry again. But Malfoy saw me and must have told Professor Snape, Snape must have lied to Dumbledore because now I have to have a meeting with him, McGonagall, Snape, and Malfoy in an hour," Ron said sneering.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASELY I am a big girl I can take care of myself! You better hope to god Dumbledore doesn't expel you!" Hermione yelled.

"Why would I get expelled, Dumbledore would never expel me," Ron said.

"Just get to that meeting!" Hermione huffed and Ron got up from the couch and walked out of the common room.

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"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "Who am I truly?"

"You, Harry, are me. My full name is Shadow Harold Potter, I am Prince of the cats and Salazar's most loved pet," Shadow said and Harry looked at Shadow like he was crazy.

"You mean I'm your reincarnation?" Harry asked and Shadow laughed.

"If only it were that simple, true cats like me-you-us, and Severus never die, we are like Phoenixes. You and I are the same person," Shadow said.

"But how, I don't look anything like you," Harry said.

"Have you not looked at yourself? You look just like me; the only difference is that you have bright green eyes." Shadow said.

"No, I look like my father, everyone says so!" Harry yelled, Shadow rolled his eyes and snapped. The darkness slowly changed to a picture, the picture was of when Harry was unknowingly skipping class and hand walked in front of a mirror. Harry's eyes widened as he remembered that day, he looked closely and noticed that he did look just like Shadow but only with bright green eyes.

"Holy crap," Harry muttered and Shadow smirked, "But if what you are saying is true, why don't we look like a normal cat?"

"Because our power levels were much higher than the caster of the spell, but sadly we did not live unaffected. We fell into a deep sleep like coma where our mind was split into two halves: me, the one that remembers everything, and you, the one that forgot everything. Basically we lost our memory. Years later Albus Dumbledore stumbled upon us and was somehow able to wake you up. But thankfully all the beatings and Weasely pushing us down the stairs forced me to wake up," Shadow said and Harry looked deep in thought.

"Ho-how do we become one again?" Harry asked shyly after awhile, Shadow smirked once again.

"That is the fun part," Shadow said and held out his hand, "We start by touching."

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"I did no such thing!" Ron yelled, "I did not push Harry down the stairs Harry threw himself down the stairs!"

"Mr. Weasely we have three witnesses that say they saw you push him down the stairs then run off," Dumbledore said.

"If Malfoy is one of the witnesses then you can't believe him! He is a lying, no good Death Eater wanna be! Plus he doesn't even like Harry!" Ron yelled his face becoming the same color of his hair.

"I am not!" Draco cried out before Snape had a chance to stop him. Dumbledore opened his mouth to saw something when Madam Pamfrey ran out of the Floo.

"Headmaster, Harry has started to thrash around, his skin is burning!" Madam Pomfrey yelled.

"Restrain him by tying him gently down to the bed and place cooling spells on him; I will be there as soon as this meeting is finished," Dumbledore said.

"If you think I could do you think I would be here! I can't touch him, his skin is on fire! He literally has Flames coming off his skin Albus!" Pomfrey yelled and everyone but Ron paled at that.

Dumbledore shot out of his chair and quickly walked through the Floo with everyone following him. There they saw just as Pomfrey said, Harry was thrashing about on his bed with fire coming off of his skin.

To Be Continued...