Hello everyone! First of all I haven't dropped off the face of the earth I've just been swamped with work and tafe and then I was drawn into the wonderful world of Harry Potter Fanfiction and I just had to write my own XD

This is my first ever crack at Harry Potter and it is a Tom(Voldemort)/Harry pairing and of course I own none of the characters or the universe of Harry Potter and make no profit from this story.

Now that's over with I'd like you all to know that I'm not abandoning any of my Bleach stories they are just going to be on hold for the moment, my inspiration is all in Harry Potter at the moment but do not despair I will continue my Bleach stories.

And with that I hope you guys enjoy this as much as my Bleach ones

Love

Silverfox

~Chapter One~

It had been nearly four years since Harry left Hogwarts in his seventh year to hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes and just over three years since he decided he'd had enough of being used as a pawn in some old fool's chess game, even after the old coot was dead.

Albus Dumbledore had long since lost Harry's confidence and loyalty, so had his bloody Order who were dead set on hunting Harry down to try to 'convince' him to go back, more like they'd lock him up until they deemed his help was needed to kill the Dark Lord.

Harry scoffed to himself, at the thoughts running through his head, his mind having wandered much like his feet had. He currently didn't know where he was but it was close to Diagon Alley, he could still hear the ruckus of the colourful street.

Now to find his way back.

Why was he going to Diagon Alley when he was being hunted by both the Order and a sadistic bastard of a Dark Lord you ask? Simple. Harry would be damned if he was going to hide and live his life in fear, he refused to, it was his life so he would do with it as he damn well pleased and screw everyone else, if they didn't like it then that was their problem.

Sighing Harry pushed those thoughts out of his mind, they only served to piss him off and he wanted to enjoy the peace this day was giving him. Unfortunately though all good things must come to an end and his peace was shattered by a piercing scream coming from the alley he was currently approaching.

Cursing to himself Harry considered just ignoring it and moving on but at the second louder scream Harry just couldn't bring himself to turn away and leave the poor guy to his fate regardless of what side he was on. Harry swore to himself that he was neutral and that it didn't matter who it may be that he chose to protect.

It was a good thing too that he reminded himself of that pledge or he very well may have just turned around and left upon peeking around the corner and discovering exactly who it was he was about to help.

Draco Malfoy was bruised, bloody, his usually perfect hair was a mattered mess and yet still the Slytherin had a sneer on his face as he glared at the wizards who had him restrained.

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. Draco Malfoy may have started out as a cowardly, pathetic, whining excuse for a wizard but the years after Voldemort returned seemed to have changed him and now he was confident, powerful and bloody annoyingly arrogant but at least he didn't call out for daddy like he once did. Now he was more likely to throw you a curve ball with his new found unpredictability, that and hex your ass into the century.

One thing was for sure Draco had learned a lot of spells curses and hexes since Voldemort returned. Anyway he was off topic; he needed to swallow his lingering petty dislike of the boy and save his ass from being blown into the stratosphere.

Really that guy just didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. If he could even accomplish such a feat for more than five minutes at a time Harry would eat his wand…NOT LIKE THAT! Get your mind out of the gutter!

Okay so maybe Harry's mine was the one wandering in the gutter but really after spending how many years in the company of Fred and George Weasley can you blame his mind from getting sidetracked from time to time?

Besides the blonde was quite the looker actually, should have noticed that earlier really…and his mental rambling is so not helping the situation. Sometimes Harry seriously wondered how he wasn't dead yet with the amount of times he'd let his mind wander aimlessly without it's leash in a critical situation.

Again he was getting off topic. Harry shook his head to focus his thoughts on the problem at hand – saving Draco Malfoy from getting his delicious ass killed right in front of him.

Okay enough with Malfoy's ass, really it was just an ass, admittedly a very fine looking ass but that was beside the point and besides wasn't he supposed to hate the git?

'Doesn't mean you can't admire such an ass' an evil voice spoke in Harry's head sounding suspiciously like his lat god father. 'And besides you don't hate him, you never have that's just the Gryffindor side of you trying to remain prejudice'

Harry had no choice but admit that the voice was right as he cast a disillusionment spell and a notice me not on himself and an additional silencing spell on his feet and promptly entered the alley where his former school yard nemesis was snarling at his captors.

"…ink I'd know where he is? Are you bloody daft?" That last part earned him another vicious bout of crucio and the Order of the Phoenix were supposed to be the good guys, honestly both sides were as bad as each other and both were determined to hunt Harry down though one side wanted to kill him while the other wanted him to kill for them.

Thinking about it Harry couldn't really decide what was worse having a figurative death warrant on his head or being used as some kind of secret weapon to kill someone.

"You arrogant little brat!" Harry knew that voice quite well; even if he wasn't looking at the man Harry would have known it was Moody, nobody had a voice quite as gruff as the seasoned Auror just as no one managed to sound quite as scathing as one Severus Snape, not even Voldie-knickers could match the utter disdain the Potions Master used as easy as breathing, Harry should know having been on the receiving end of the man's temper more times than he cared to count.

As for Voldemort well no one could match his commanding presence and intimidating aura, really the man just oozed power without lifting a finger the man was truly frightening, again Harry knew from personal experience and while it was not bravery that had Harry no longer really fearing the man but rather he simple did not care anymore, if the man killed him then so be it.

Yeah nuts right but you try being constantly hunted down by a bloody maniac determined to kill you since you were but a year old.

Again he was off track; really it's a miracle he still lives. Giving a silent sigh Harry moved silently into the alley making his way towards the four figures, one slumped and now barely conscious after that last crucio while the other three sneered and hurled insults between snarled questions.

Said questions pertained to Harry's whereabouts, really what the hell were they thinking asking Malfoy? Harry may not hate the git like he had and maybe might have even forgiven him to some extent but that didn't mean Malfoy didn't hate him just as much as he did in the past, they were school yard enemies after all so why the hell would they think he'd know where Harry was?

They must really be getting desperate if they're interrogating my former enemies Harry thought to himself as he stopped a couple of metres behind Moody Though he probably still hates me but whether he stills sees me as an enemy is his problem not mine.

With carefully movements Harry hissed a few choice words in parseltongue and watched with much amusement as a gigantic snake made of fire erupted behind the three Aurors, giving a mighty hiss before it lunged.

"What the…!" One of the Aurors cried out, jumping away from the hissing snake but not without his cloak catching on fire. Harry didn't know the two Aurors with Moody but he did take great satisfaction in watching as they shrieked, tearing off their robes that had caught aflame. Only Moody seemed to keep his cool, apparently all his 'constant vigilance' wasn't just talk.

With an incoherent snarl Moody shot an aguamenti at the burning snake but unfortunately for the snarly Auror it had absolutely no effect on the conjured beast.

Of course it wouldn't, it was a spell cast in parseltongue and can only be countered by the counter spell in parseltongue, normal magic won't work, sucks to be you Moody. Harry thought to himself wickedly as he watched the man futilely try a finite incantatem.

"A finite? Really Moody I would have thought you could do better than that." Harry couldn't help but taunt the Auror from where he stood, now visible next to the barely conscious form of Draco Malfoy.

"Potter!" Moody shouted and started towards Harry but the swirling mass of hissing flame prevented that, wrenching several curses from Moody, the other Aurors were too busy trying not to be burnt to death to notice his presence at all.

"Potter…what th…t…" Malfoy's voice trailed off as he slipped into unconsciousness but not before Harry got a good look at the grey eyes wide with shock and couldn't help but smirk to himself as he responded to the slumped form.

"I'm neutral Malfoy that means I'll help anyone in need even if it's your sorry ass." But somehow seeing his former arch rival in such a condition Harry felt any lingering resentment towards him disappear; it was strange seeing Malfoy so vulnerable, with a slight frown on his face.

Not really bothering to think too deeply about the fact he had just completely forgiven Malfoy for all the shit he had given him and his friends in school or contemplate the why because it was just who Harry was, Draco Malfoy had never done anything serious to deserved Harry's hatred, no Dumbledore was the one who reserved that special honour, him and his Order.

"Potter!" Glancing around at Moody who had managed to battle his way a little closer was aiming his wand at him while the others held off the snake. Harry only smirked at the man as he let loose a curse that most assuredly was not light, easily ducking it and reaching out a hand to seize Malfoy's wrist, smirking wider as he apparated away before an explosive hex could reach them, leaving a hold in the wall.

The last thing Harry heard before he landed rather ungracefully in his apartment was the very vulgar curses coming from Moody.

"Well, who knew the man could be so creative?" Harry said to himself off handedly as he regained his feet and casting a wordless mobilicorpus on Malfoy's still form and headed to the bathroom where he proceeded to heal and clean up the blonde's wounds.

It took a full hour and a half to fix Draco's injuries, the Aurors apparently had been happy to use the muggle means of torture for there were bruises and broken ribs under Draco's robes…wait since when did Malfoy become Draco?

Since you decided to forgive the prat and rescue him his mind supplied helpfully. Snorting and rolling his eyes at himself Harry moved Draco to his spare bedroom and laid him on the bed, covering him with the light blue sheets. He had long ago stopped trying to figure out his mind besides if he couldn't find it in himself to hate Mouldy-shorts than why should it surprise him that he'd loose the resentment he once held for the young Slytherin.

No, I never resented him Harry thought to himself looking back over the past and assessing his feelings at the time, he could now recognise the emotions he had forced to be anger and hatred were actually amusement and a sense of enjoyment. If Harry had bothered to look deep within himself while he was still at school he would have figured out that he actually enjoyed the verbal sparring, hell once he got over his original fear of Snape – and searched himself – he positively loved to get under the man's skin whenever he could.

Just the thought of the many arguments with said dungeon bat brought a grin to Harry's lips. Dare he think it he actually kinda missed the mean, disdainful git; it was never boring with him around.

"Merlin Harry you've completely lost it haven't you?" Harry questioned himself, now in the bathroom again clearing away the pink tinged water and bloodied cloth. He wasn't that good at healing spells so he'd done most of it the muggle way but at least he knew how to heal the major stuff, like his broken ribs, having had to use that particular spell on himself far too many times to count.

'You haven't lost your mind; you are simply mentally unhinged thanks to the old coot' Harry almost dropped his wand and glared at the mirror that had responded to his completely rhetorical question.

"Oh shut it." Harry sulked, exiting the room away from the mirror's infernal laughter, "Why did I ever charm that thing to be animate?" Harry asked himself with a shake of the head. Sighing he decided it was time for a nap and promptly sprawled out on his emerald green leather couch. Yes it was very Slytherin wasn't it? But damnit he liked the colour.

With that last irrational and unnecessary thought Harry drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

So as this is my first Harry Potter Fic I'd absolutely love to hear any thoughts.

Cheers!