Never Knew You

Harry waited in the lobby of King's Cross. This was his first year being early. Summer was a harbinger of freedom for Harry like no other. The war favored the light side with the inside help of Professor Snape, who turned out to not have been a traitor to Dumbledore. Five horcruxes were found and cast into the heat of a volcano. Harry himself was a horcrux, and with a long studied binding spell Harry managed to keep his soul and Voldemort’s separate in his body without losing the gifts the Dark Lord unknowingly gave him. It was almost laughable how easy it all came. Almost.

Two and a half months and the war was nearly won. If they were lucky Voldemort would only stick to the petty raids he was currently doing. He was getting public and there was no denying his presence, even the Muggles started to notice something was up. But the Aurors could work with this, they were at least this competent. Harry just had to wait for the right time to meet up with the Dark Lord and his ‘pet’.

Finally, he was free to live as he dictated and he didn’t have to answer to anyone. But with his freedom came a seemingly endless amount of time to dwell.

He contemplated his relationships with the Gryffindors in his house, then the Slytherins. Not the Ravenclaws or the Hufflepuffs because they were never of any bearing on his life. The teachers of course been analyzed like the rest, followed quickly by his other mentors from the Order. Nearly broken, Harry had to examine his interactions with the people who’ve died along the way and what importance they had on his life.

Harry’s life never had a linear plan laid out of the future for him to follow. He said when he was 15 that he’d like to try being an Auror but the knowledge that Harry only knew a handful of wizarding jobs at the time fell heavily on his mind. He’s now witnessed over a dozen different occupations and not all of them were governmental. After Harry finally takes out the old snake-face he wouldn’t have to save another person again. He didn’t have to stay a hero; he could fate into the shadows of the past. Hell, he could go act Muggle for the rest of his life if he wanted.

There was never a time that he chose his own future. The Dursley’s raised him as a servent and as a child he accepted that. Ollivander told him he was destined for greatness and he had shown that many times. Hogwarts fashioned him a hero and he awkwardly did his part. No matter how blind to a situation he was he did what was expected. Never again.

With all that he discovered about himself and the people around him the Harry that awaited the Hogwarts Express was a changed man. No longer was he unsure of himself and no more was he ever going to do what someone told him. Harry Potter was a hero,. Harry Potter was his own man.

8:53 AM, just a few more minutes and the portal would open. Soon Harry would have to confront his peers. In years past he would have been nervous after a summer of not writing back to the Weasleys or Hermione. There were some things he just needed to discuss with them in person and the occumency and legimency training Harry received during the summer from Moody and Snape would easily ensure that he’d get the truth.

An electronic bell sounded over head to announce the arrival of a train. A few more seconds and it would be time. Harry positioned himself along a pillar place between platforms nine and ten, lightly resting his back upon it so he‘d be able to slip through and not fall on his arse.

Suddenly he was sliding back into a black vortex that would spit him out to the awaiting train. It’s whistle blew strongly before the entire engine was shut down for the loading.

A look around told Harry that he was the only one present hours before departure. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs would be the firsts to arrive but for now Harry had reign over what room he wanted. With a smirk he made his way towards a certain compartment in the middle and waited.

He knew he’d have an hour or two before his friends came barreling into his compartment in search of him, but if things went the way he planned he wouldn’t be speaking to them until after the feast.

At the beginning of the summer Harry looked on his friendship with Ron with silent revelry. Aren’t I so lucky to have a friend who’s understanding and accepting? And the more he thought like that the more he learned that Ron was nothing close to understanding or accepting.

Look at how had Ron reacted during the Triwizard Tournament when Harry‘s name was revealed. Or how he acted with Hermione over the years, nearly breaking the girl’s heart with his disregard. And when Charlie came out to his family last Christmas they accepted him still, but Ron became cold towards the brother he used to deem ‘amazing’. Harry and Hermione both tried to talk to the redhead and make him see that alienating his brother will not change the way the man was born. No, Ron was neither understanding or accepting.

It seemed that more and more Ron had come to resent Harry. Harry had the fame, talent, and wealth the Weasley wanted more than anything. And Harry was born into it. It was time for a talk with Ron about all that.

Harry could hear some movement in the compartments down the hall. This was going to be Harry’s 7th Year at Hogwarts and with the war underway he was quite surprised that Hogwarts would remain open under McGonagall‘s guidance.

Children in blue and yellow now passed often across the glass of Harry’s stall. This year was going to be Harry’s year, he earned it. And with his status as a hero there was nothing anyone could do about it. Not even Scrimdgour would dare deny Harry.

A figure stopped in front of Harry door and slid in deftly. This was what he was waiting for, the moment when the fair head would look up and into the eyes of Harry Potter himself. Harry nearly laughed at the shocked face but hid it in his smirk.

“My, it’s been a long time. Hasn’t it, Malfoy?”

Draco quickly schooled his features to calm indifference that Harry would have believed if the boy’s eye’s didn’t scream ‘scared animal’. The boy slowly backed out of the room and glanced up at the metal plate above the door.

“Yes, I know this is your usual place,” Harry confirmed. “Come in, we have a lot to talk about.” Harry’s eyes shown his amusement when the boy obediently stepped back into the compartment.

After shutting the door behind him Draco seemed to weigh his options for seating. He could set himself nearest to the door and into the best position possible for escape, but that also meant he was close to Harry and there would be a 50% chance of reaching the door. His other choice was to sit as far as possible from Harry and next to the window, but that also meant the chance of reaching the door dropped to 10% at best.

Harry knew the options and saw it all as a test of how much, or how little, Draco really feared him.

To his surprise, Draco settled himself near the window with a look of accomplishment. He had balls, Harry gave him that. Not only did Draco take the seat with the littlest of chance of escape should Harry go crazy on his arse but he also sat right next to Harry. The boy didn’t cower in the corner in fear and he didn’t shrink to make himself less visible. Though he did have and air of defiance about him as he lounged in the middle of the bench in a relaxed pose.

“Good morning, Potter.” Harry wanted to shout with glee when Draco nodded at him in greeting. Perhaps this would be a much easier conversation than what he had prepared for.

“And a good morning to you too, Draco.” Harry smirked at the twitch in Draco’s right eye and nearly laughed at the nervous bouncing of one his legs. He was trapped and the boy knew it.

Draco cleared his throat with as little noise as possible for such an act. “What was it you want to speak to me about.”

“Oh, lots of things, I suppose,” Harry grinned. “How was your summer?” A loaded question, Harry knew. Would the twitchy boy answer as vague as expected or would he bare all.

“As well as the last.” Draco’s small smile came out a grimace.

“And how was that?” He felt like a damn therapist. And how did that make you feel?

“Horrible.”





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Harry/Draco

Draco is color-blind. He only wears shades of grey, and green. It's a secret his family keeps as no other house mate knows.

Harry is cruel. The image of do-gooder he portrays falls after the war. He can terrorize because no-one would punish a war hero. He practically owns the ministry, whom sends him letter nearly every week for his employment after school. But Harry new philosophy is 'screw you guys, I did my part now leave me the fuck alone'. Not even the papers have the guts to oppose Harry. (Maybe I'll make Harry a new Dark Lord... But that would take a lot of work from Draco, seeing as Harry doesn't want anything to do with the spotlight.











Harry could hear some movement in the compartments down the hall. This was going to be Harry’s 7th Year at Hogwarts but he guessed he’d be called a 8th Year now that the school has reopened. The war caused Hogwarts to close the year of the war and many people had moved temporarily. But now Hogwarts was in full swing and there were young 1st Years to be sorted. It was going to be a strange few years for the younger children, have eight different grades but with a few years Hogwarts would return to normal.