A/N AU fic. This is a slash fic so if you don't like it, please don't read it. (slash same gender & same gender) Hope you enjoy it!

A rush of energy pulsed through his veins as a dim blue light started glowing around the figure in front of him. Knowing that all attempts of winning were futile, Draco mustered all his pride and stood up, facing the enemy.

If this was the end then he would die a warrior. He would not beg for his life. For it was the fate of every warrior, to kill with the blade of a sword and to die at the edge of a blade.

Eyes gleaming with submission, he stared into the face of death.

"Why do you not fight back, shadowmaster?" asked the figure, his voice echoing through the snow covered forest.

The figure stood magnificently under curtains of pure white snow that hung on the branches of firs and oaks. His eyes were the shade of falling leaves in autumn and his hair was as golden as the sun. In his right hand he held a sword carved from the stone of light, the sword of Gryffindor. On his left he carried a (1)rille, so crimson that it was the shade of blood. It curved down from the palm of his hand and circled around his wrists.

There in all his glory, stood Godric Gryffindor, Lord of Gryffindor, Highest of Soulmasters.

Resting his gaze on the sword in the soulmasters' hand, an involuntary shiver ran down his spine. The sword of Gryffindor was as majestic as the stories told. He knew he was outmatched.

In all his years, this was the one thing he had never wanted to go up against. The figure in front of him was the one person Draco never wanted to fight.

Godric Gryffindor was a legend. He was a skilled swordsman and the strongest soulmaster in the land. The only other one that matched him in terms of power and skill was Salazar Slytherin, Lord of Slytherin, Highest of Shadowmasters.

The land and the people were divided into two clans since the beginning of history. The East clan was known by many as Gryffindor named after the name of the family that united the empire and the West clan was known as Slytherin named after the family who banished their enemies, the Riddles, who had mistreated the people.

Both clans had never been in good terms, resulting in feuds and wars in which nobody knew who started and what had caused it. In the minds of each, it was the other at fault for the many battles in which both clans had lost many.

In time, those who possessed magic were called 'masters'. In Gryffindor, light magic was practiced by 'masters' and they were named soulmasters. Soulmasters specialize in healing and building magical barriers. Their magic can also be used for destruction but they are hardly as destructive as shadowmasters.

However in Slytherin, 'masters' who practiced dark magic were named as shadowmasters. Shadowmasters specialize in destruction. They are also fluent in terms of illusions and they can easily invade the dreams in the minds of the weak. They are not as skilled in terms of healing as soulmasters.

"Why do you not fight back, shadowmaster?" repeated the soulmaster as his piercing eyes bore into Draco's.

"Why fight back when I know I cannot win?" asked Draco as he gave a halfhearted laugh. He was prepared to die. After all, he had nothing to live for.

Only those who bore the name Slytherin knew he was the son of Salazar Slytherin. He was the prince of Slytherin although he had never wanted to be. His mother had died in childbirth and his father who was heartbroken at the news of his queen's death, refused to acknowledge the prince and left him without a father's love.

Draco grew up within the forbidding walls of the castle as the perfect prince raised by the empire's advisors who were all lusting for power and wealth. They taught him about the lands, the people, swordsmanship, dark magic and everything else he needed to know as a prince but the one thing he was never taught, was how to love.

When war came, he left the empire with the army and fought as the perfect prince alongside his men. At that time he was only seventeen, only a child in the eyes of 'masters' for both shadowmasters and soulmasters lived for over hundreds of years.

His father, the king, had no objections to the matter as he felt only anger towards the prince. He could not bear to love the soul who had killed his beloved wife.

As he had never known the meaning of love, Draco has also never known the meaning of pain. He had hated his father and his advisors but he never felt hurt. When one has never been shown happiness, how can one know his own pain and the pain of others?

The first time he had struck down a man, Draco could not comprehend why tears started flowing from his eyes. He watched as the man's eyes turned from rage into fear. He heard the cries as his opponent fell to the ground. For the fist time in his life he saw what was pain.

He felt it in an instant. It pierced him deeper that any arrow or spear. It was the pain of leaving every bit of love and happiness behind as you slowly feel life slipping away. It drove him mad, it drove him to the point of insanity.

He charged at his enemy in blind rage not knowing what he was doing. By the time the battle was over, he hardly recalled the time that passed by or how many lives he had taken. All he could remember was the helpless cries and the blood that covered his hands.

Leaving his past behind, he deserted Slytherin. He ran away from everything he was forged into, leaving Prince Draconis Slytherin behind. He had sworn to himself that he would no longer return to his former self, he would no longer kill aimlessly.

"I have nothing left to live for," said Draco as he smiled sadly at the soulmaster. "My past is a tragic one, full of death and loneliness. I have killed many, covering my hands with their blood. I have never desired to be alive nor do I deserve to be. Killing me would be a welcomed vengeance for your people, Lord Gryffindor," said Draco as he walked towards the soulmaster and bowed down in submission to his fate.

"Rumors have been saying that you are a ruthless killer. A man with the heart of stone. But I know better now," paused Godric Gryffindor as he looked sympathetically at the 'murderer' who was only a mere child.

"I see it in your eyes, child. The cruelest thing in this world is to never show love. I believe you have not known it," spoke the soulmaster again.

"No, I have not. I feel that I do not deserve to know it. But I finally see pain," answered Draco softly.

"Everyone deserves love. Every form of love is a gift and your gift has been long overdue, child," pausing again as he ushered Draco to follow him.

Slightly confused, Draco stood up and trailed slowly behind the soulmaster.

"Enter that cave," spoke the Lord of Gryffindor as he pointed towards a small cave hidden beneath curtains of snowfall.

'I have nothing left to lose,' thought Draco with a shrug as he slowly walked into the dim cave.

'As punishment for all the things you have done, you will be sealed in this cave. Only until my chosen descendant decides to release you, shall you be set free. But I must warn you, for I have heard a prophecy from a seer.

In time to come the land will be ruled by one who wishes all things to be destroyed. The land will no longer be divided into two clans but one, ruled by a ruthless lord. Many years will pass until my chosen descendant is born into this world. By that time, I and my once proud clan would have already fallen. When the time comes, it will be up to you and my chosen," said the soulmaster.

"What does the prophecy have to do with me?" asked Draco.

"The prophecy states that one whose mother had died in childbirth, with Slytherin royal blood and has never been shown love would be a companion to my chosen. He would be sealed for more that five hundred years before he is released and will give his soul and heart to my chosen," answered the Lord of Gryffindor.

With a blinding flash, Godric Gryffindor cast a seal on the cave.

"May the power of both light and dark give us back our freedom and may you both find love in each other," were the last words rang that through his head before he fell into a deep sleep.

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"Harry James Potter! I demand you show yourself at once!" demanded a voice, the owner being none other then a red-haired woman stomping around the house.

"Lily, calm down. I'm sure Harry is probably out in the garden sleeping under the old tree," cooed a masculine voice hoping to calm his wife down.

"That's what you said the last time and where did we find him?" asked Lily Evans Potter as she barged into the living room, still looking around for her son.

"Err….near the river. But let's not go there shall we….I'm sure Harry's just fine," answered James Potter as he trailed behind his fuming wife, silently feeling sorry for his son who was so alike him in terms of finding adventure amusing.

"How can you be sure, James? It's dangerous, we don't know what might happen and with all those rumors going around….I don't want to imagine what might happen to him," said Lily as she made her way towards the garden.

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"I think mother's probably fuming right at this moment," said Harry to himself as he waddled his way across the shallow river.

Arriving safely on the other bank, he slipped on his shoes and happily walked into the forest at the edge of river. Harry had always admired the forest with its tall mysterious trees, the wild flowers that seem to shine and the falling leafs making the forest seem almost dream-like.

All in all, he did not know why his parents had forbid him on venturing into this truly magnificent place. It was wondrous and at the same time mysterious.

Every time he looked at the forest through one of the manor's windows, he found himself drawn to it. As the days carried on, he felt himself thinking about the forest constantly almost as though the forest itself was calling out to him.

At the age of seven, any child would feel compel to explore and discover new things. Harry being such a child himself, felt no different. His only wish was to explore the forest and discover the secrets that it hid.

Marveling at the beauty of the trees, he pictured himself as an explorer. He pictured the adventures he would have and all the things he would see.

Snapping out of his reverie, he walked towards a small gushing sound coming from behind a row of tall willow trees. What he saw astounded him beyond belief. There stood a small waterfall surrounded by flowers and trees of all kinds.

Reaching out, he dipped his hands into the cool falls feeling the rush of the water. "Wait till I tell mother and father!" said an excited Harry.

Seeing a bright yellow butterfly, Harry rushed after it. He would giggle slightly when the butterfly played hard to catch. Closing his palm around the small creature, Harry let out a cheer in victory.

When Harry looked around, he found that while he was chasing the butterfly, he had somehow ended up approaching a small cave. If one did not look carefully, it would seem to be non-existent but Harry being rather gifted in terms of spotting the unusual, saw it straight away.

'Wow….a cave," whispered Harry to himself as he slowly walked towards the cave.

Adjusting his eyes to the dimness in the cave, he slowly walked in.

Spotting a figure lying in the cave, Harry approached with caution. The figure had light blond hair that reached his waist and pale smooth skin. Being rather curious, Harry laid a hand on the figures shoulder.

'At least he's alive,' thought Harry relieved.

Seconds later Harry found himself pushed against the cave wall with his two hands held together above his head. He yelped in surprised.

"Who are you?" questioned the figure as he stared into green eyes.

"Ha…Harry Potter. You're hurting me," cried Harry as he stared back into a pair of grey eyes.

Releasing his death grip on Harry, he watched as the boy looked up at him. Fear was clearly written in those green depths.

Studying the boy in front of him, he found himself strangely attracted to those green eyes. The boy was probably around the age of six or seven given his height. He had dark ebony hair that seem to stick out but strangely in all the right places. His figure was small for a boy and he seemed almost delicate. His skin was soft to touch and his voice seemed somewhat calming.

'Why am I checking out a child?' questioned Draco to himself but strangely enough he could not tear his gaze away from the nervous looking boy.

"I think I have to go," said an almost pleading voice as its owner tried to step out of the cave.

"Hold it right there," said Draco as he caught the Harry in his arms. 'He does feel soft,' thought Draco to himself. 'I feel like a pedophile,' thought Draco again noticing how Harry's cheeks were slightly colored.

"We need to talk," stated Draco, practically carrying Harry in his arms.

Harry being held captive against Draco's chest, could only nod nervously.

'So this is the heir of Gryffindor,' thought Draco smirking slightly. He had been sleeping for more than five hundred years, waiting for the day when he would meet Gryffindor's chosen and his companion.

HIS companion…..

A/N Hello everyone. This is my first Harry Potter fic so go easy on me. Oh…and don't worry…Draco is not going to be a pedophile…He'll only go after Harry when he's older!

(1)- Actually 'rille' is something I made up. It's a kind of a magical object. I'll explain the details in the later chapters.

Until next time…..