Call of the Light

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. However I do own this story idea. That's about it. (I also own a bunch of Harry Potter merchandise yeah I'm weird)

Warning: Well the only warnings as of now are that this is a slightly alternate universe setting. It does include male/male along with male/fem pairing. May be an Mpreg. Mature content, bad language, and many other possibly suggestive themes.

Summary: What if the tables were turned. What if LV went after Neville Longbottom instead of Harry Potter on that faithful day. What if Harry Potter had actually gone to Slytherin. Would Harry let the dark side take him or would he still feel the call of the light? Would Harry still be the one called on to save the day in the end? Better than its sounds. DMHP

(A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic so please bear with me and be honest but not completely cruel lol)

Pairings: Main pairing Draco/Harry I'm still deciding on other ones any suggestions would be much appreciated.

Chapter1: Tempting Choices

Short stature, slim body, tanned skin, emerald green eyes, raven black hair and glasses were the features of a young Mr. Harry Potter. He continued to look himself over in the mirror wondering if there was anything else he could do to make himself seem more appealing. He'd never been too high on confidence but oddly enough he almost hated being praised for anything. Sure it felt nice to be complimented but sometimes it became overbearing.

The eleven year old boy continued to stare at himself in the mirror, not quite satisfied with what he saw there. It seemed to him that there was something missing. He sighed and decided that he was just nervous. Today would be his first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He was worried over various things such as making friends, whether or not he really had any magical talent at all, what people would think of him. Would he be able to live up to the standards he knew people had set for him because of his parents. All these things ran through his head at this point.

Just as he finished brushing his teeth he heard his mother call to him. "Harry it's time we get going. The train leaves at exactly 11o'clock." His mother, Lily Potter, she had been the brightest witch of her age. Yes, a great and powerful witch she was indeed. He loved her dearly and wasn't exactly sure what he would do without her in his life.

"Son are you okay up there?" His father, James Potter, one of the most courageous men you would ever meet, he was warm and loving, not to mention powerful, if not a bit stubborn.

"I'm alright father, I'll be down in a moment." he called down to his parent. This was it. No turning back, he was about to embark on what he was sure would be the most exciting journey of his life. So why did he have this gut clenching feeling that something would go terribly wrong this year?

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Harry had just stepped onto platform 9 and ¾. He felt a bit disoriented after stepping through the portal from the muggle world to the wizarding one. Harry followed closely behind his parents not really paying any attention to where he was going until he bumped into someone.

That someone was a redheaded boy with blue eyes and what looked to be hand-me-down clothes. The boy smiled sheepishly at the dark haired pre-teen and muttered a low "I'm sorry."

"It's okay I suppose." Harry replied before asking. "Are you attending Hogwarts this years as well?"

"Yeah and I cant wait. I'll bet everything we learn this year will be bloody brilliant!" the redhead said with an enthusiastic tone. "I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."

"Harry, Harry Potter. Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go catch up to my parents, maybe I'll see you on the train." Harry smiled briefly at the boy and ran to catch up to his parents who were loading all his things onto the train for him.

He caught up to them. Once he did, for some odd reason he had the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He shrugged off the feeling as there were many people on the platform and many of them probably had glanced at him at one point or another.

"Well son, all your things are packed onto the train except for your carry on bags." His father said. Harry nodded but his attention wandered somewhere else as he heard a pretty loud, shrill voice cut through the air. It was a redheaded woman, she looked about middle aged and was towing a young girl along with her. Following closely after her was the boy Ron from before, and following him were boys who he assumed were his three older brothers; two of them were twins. Their mother was yelling at the twins about some sort of prank they had pulled on their little sister.

Harry resolved to think that it was rude to stare and so turned his attention back to the train he was supposed to be boarding soon. He looked up to his expectant parent and gave them both hugs muttered 'good byes' and 'I'll miss you's.

Harry nervously boarded the train and left his parents down on the platform. He noticed that even though he had gotten on ten minutes before the train was scheduled to take off most of the compartments were full already. Walking down the aisle searching for a compartment with a vacancy was a strenuous task. He finally found a semi-empty compartment somewhere around the middle of the train.

He opened the doors to the compartment and found that the only occupants were a blond haired, grey eyed boy along with a boy who had hair even darker than his own, with eyes as dark as night. He spoke very uncertainly once both their chilling gazes were set upon him. "Um is it okay if I join you two in here almost everywhere else is full?" he asked.

The other dark haired boy shrugged and didn't give a verbal reply turning his eyes back to staring out of the compartment window.

"We don't mind." the blond replied his voice almost emotionless. Harry nodded his thanks and went to put away his carry-on bags before sitting down next to the blond boy.

"Um my name is Harry Potter." he said with a polite and apprehensive smile.

"Draco Malfoy and that is Blaise Zabini." the boy he now knew as Draco said. "You can relax, we're not going to kill you. You're a first year as well, no?" Draco asked.

"Yes, indeed I am. Sorry, I cant help being nervous. Even though I've got both magical parents, this is my first time in the wizarding world. For some reason still unknown to me my parents decided to keep me in the dark about magic and the magical world up until my birthday came and I received a letter from the school." Harry explained.

"So you've never done, or even seen magic before?" The dark haired boy named Blaise asked speaking for the first time since he had arrived.

"Not a once." Harry replied just tad bit embarrassed at the admission. "Although there have been many times at home I'd make something strange happen when I was upset but my parents would just tell me that I was special and leave it at that. I always felt like they were hiding something from me, imagine my surprise when they finally told me the truth."

Blaise smiled softly towards Harry and said "Well I know a couple of spells I'd show you but they're a bit dangerous and not really something you'd want to go casting on a train."

"I'd like to see them one day. Maybe you'd be willing to teach me a little of what you know?" Harry asked.

"Sure why not?" Blaise said his smile never faltering. For the first time since having entered the compartment Harry studied the boy sitting across from him. There was something slightly exotic about him. Harry could tell by his accent that he wasn't English but Italian. With hair that was so wavy you'd get sea sick from looking at it too long. He was impressed by the way the waves lightly curled at the ends. Blaise had a full mouth and eyes darker than any others he'd seen in his life. All these features matched with the pale olive brown tone of his skin and Harry couldn't help himself when he found that he thought the boy to be pretty.

"Are you okay Harry?" the Italian boy queried. Harry slowly nodded and turned his gaze else where slightly embarrassed at the fact that he had again been staring. He thought to himself that he'd work on not being so rude.

"So if you've only just found out about magic then I guess that means you've never seen a game of Quidditch before?" Draco asked of him and he was about to answer until he felt the train begin to chug its way down the tracks.

"Quidditch? No, I've never heard of it before." Harry said again sounding a little flustered. If this kept up he was sure he'd died of mortification at some point during the day.

"You know, it's fairly rude not to look at someone when they're talking to you, Harry." Draco said and that made Harry turn his attention to the boy. Harry marveled at the sight of Draco. This was the first time since sitting down that he had the chance to look at the other boy without embarrassing himself.

Draco had the most amazing shade of blond hair he had ever seen. It was so light that it was almost white but not only that it had a strangely entrancing metallic gleam to it. Harry almost reached up to try and find out if it was as soft as it looked. He refrained from the action and continued his study of Draco Malfoy. It seemed that the boy was all surprisingly handsome features. Draco's eyes startled Harry the most of all the other features he'd noticed. He had eyes that seemed to be grey to the untrained eye but when light hit them just right one could see the real pigment was that of silver. It was a silver so solid that it was almost tangibly hypnotizing. As if you could feel magic radiating from his very eyes.

Harry's eyes wandered to the boy's lips and found that he thought them to be pouty and full for lack of a better description. The raven haired youth thought that Draco had a cute nose as well. Eventually he was shaken from his thoughts as once again he was asked if he was alright.

"Bloody hell you're a spacey little git aren't you?" Draco smirked down at him. Harry, not knowing exactly what to say to that just blushed and averted his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Harry apologized. Draco just continued to smirk down at the boy. While Harry was preoccupied Draco took the time a appraise the smaller boy. Silken black locks that appeared to be spun from the feathers a raven. Creamy, smooth, tan skin, Draco had to wonder if the skin tasted as sweet as it looked. The boy had an enticing slim body, Draco's hands were itching to cop a feel. Draco wondered what had come over him, but despite that he couldn't control his thoughts.

Harry felt eyes on him and turned to look at his blond admirer. Draco had to almost literally tear his eyes away from those emerald jewels known as Harry's eyes. Draco took a steadying breath and turned away from Harry Potter.

After awhile they began a conversation about various things. They all got to know each other a little better and the train continued to make its way to the magical school waiting for them. During their ride a bushy haired, brunette girl opened the door to their compartment and asked if any of them had seen a toad. But each of them replied that they hadn't, as politely as they could. They continued their conversation, Draco and Blaise both telling Harry all they knew of the magical world and in turn Harry listened to them both diligently. Eventually after what seemed like weeks the prefects came to every compartment telling everyone that they needed to change into their school robes. Soon after that the train came to a stop and they found themselves on boats to a large almost ominous looking castle also known as Hogwarts.

End of Chapter

That's it for the first chapter let me know what you guys think of this so far. I know I didn't get too far with the story on this update but yeah it'll pick in the next chapter I promise. Things that may seem confusing will be further explain as the story continues. This is my first Harry Potter fic so I'm a little apprehensive as to how good this will turn out. So any opinions and suggestions will be highly appreciated. Until next chapter see ya.