Drarry - Amor Inopinatus

Prologue: Fading

He recognised the pull behind his navel immediately, a portkey. But no... that wasn't how it was supposed to go. Panic rushed through him, what happened? And why? Where was the portkey bringing him?

One minute he was fighting the battle of his life, and the next he was tricked. A shame really, because he was winning. He had defeated Voldemort, or .. he thought so.

Voldemort was dying, but he still had some power left. It happend in an instant and nobody saw it coming, voldy's hand disappeared in the pocket of his black dirty robes (a pocket which Harry didn't know existed) and pulled out an old looking amulet. Then he gathered his last strength and threw it straight at Harry. Trust a sneaky slytherin to thwart your plans...

The moment the cold round amulet touched Harry's hand, that had shot up to protect his face, Harry started transporting. His eyes sought out someone elses, but Hermione was busy helping Ron stand up, Hagrid was keeping some of Voldemort's evil creatures in check along with Charlie and nobody saw the crying Harry fading along with an equally fading smug looking Voldemort.

He-who-must-not-be-named was looking scared but still had a victorious smirk plastered on his ugly nose-less face. Then somebody screamed. A high pitched, terrified scream. It belonged to Neville Longbottom, who had sank to his knees with the gryffindor sword still clutched in his hand. His other was pointing at Harry. Many heads shot up, looked at where Neville was pointing at and gasped. Then some people (mostly friends) turned and began running towards the saviour of the wizarding world, tears slowly beginning to form in their eyes.

But it was too late, Harry frantically looked around and his eyes found dull, sad, grey ones. They belonged to Draco Malfoy. His so called nemesis. Nemesis or not, Harry had risked his own life to save Malfoy's. Pretty weird, just like when Malfoy said he didn't recognise Harry at Malfoy-Manor. Well it looks like, when it comes down to it, they don't want to let one another outright die.
The war sure had done it's damage to the cold hearted slytherin prince. He stood huddled behind some aurors, looking scared and alone. He was thin, although he had always had a slim build that looked elegant, lithe and smooth when he walked rather than lanky or clumsy. But this just looked unhealthy. He had shores under his eyes and he seemed almost paler than normal. Just as Harry was wondering why he knew all those little detailed changes about Malfoy, he (Draco Malfoy the bouncing ferret, as Ron liked to call him) suddenly looked straight at Harry. Eyes sharp like razors. He looked tired and oh so little with his dirty torn clothes and smudged face. Harry felt something like pity for his rival. They stared at each other, seconds seemed like hours. Both stern looking, tight lipped and frowning.

Harry heard his name being called, desperate. But he kept looking in those cool cloudy pools. It was comforting. This was something he was used to, Malfoy was his footing.

But only when Harry's outlines where still visible, Harry's features began melting and before he knew it a look of pure terror took over his face. Harry could swear he saw Malfoy smiling a small hopeless smile, which he supposed was meant to be comforting. But that didn't fool him, the smile didn't reach Malfoy's eyes, and his mouth and hands were trembling. A single tear leaked out of Harry's eye.

Then Harry Potter was gone.

~

He landed with a loud thud against a hard cold floor, everything was blurred. After his eyes got used to the darkness surrounding him, he recognised the walls and portraits of Hogwarts. The glasses around him were shattered and armors fallen. But the castle was still in tact, in fact it looked quite calm. Nothing like just mere moments before.

Just for a second Harry thought he was send to the future. But then he realised that that wouldn't be possible.

He heard commotion just around the corner, thinking maybe there were death eaters or other threats close by, he tried to hide behind one of the fallen armors. But somewhere in mid-crawl the footsteps stopped and he heard a high pitched shriek from a girl, a teenage girl at that and a handful of gasps and squeals from other students. Students because they were wearing Hogwarts robes. And not just any students, Slytherins. At least that's what he thought, only seeing part of their Hogwarts attire.

They were whispering, but then one sneering voice laced with menace spoke out;

"And who, may I ask, are you?"

Oh yes, definitely a Slytherin. But something about that voice made Harry's ears perk up. His breath quickened en his heart began beating faster. He recognised that voice, although he didn't know who had spoken the rude words so calmly and elegant.

Harry wanted to lift his head, but he couldn't. Because when he tried everything became black once more and his head made a painful crack as it hit the floor. It was enough to make the owner of the familiar voice wince.

~

Back at the battlefield everyone stared at the place where Harry Potter stood just moments before. Completely at loss friends, family, enemies were standing still as a statue, shocked faces.

Even Hermione was out of words. There had to be an explanation. She desperately screamed for someone, anyone to go get the Maraunders map. Nobody listened, but even if they did, they wouldn't understand what she was talking about. She herself tried some tracking spells. But no sign from Harry.

Her silent flow of tears turned into weeping and Ron rushed forward to practically have an arm full a wailing Hermione. He couldn't be gone, Hermione thought a small shaky smile on her face, this was a trick!
Harry was just joking with them. He would come out of his hiding place with his cute big goofy smile. His raven hair would be even more messy than normal and his green emerald eyes would sparkle as she had seen many times before, now that she thought of it, she hadn't seen it lately, which was a shame.

Those eyes could make your day. And now they were gone. She waited. And waited. But there came no; "gotcha there! We did it, we really did it guys!"
Lost in thought Hermione hadn't realised that people around her were arguing, screaming and crying. The aurors were leading the death eaters away. She wanted to slap the few of them who dared to look smug or have a smirk plastered to their useless unworthy faces. Determined she strode away from Ron, pulled out her wand and cast a clear : "Accio Maraunders map!" After some time the map came flying right in her dirty stretched out hand. She searched for the famous name that everyone knew. But no sign from Harry Potter. She let out a frustrated scream.

She was going to get to the bottom of this, and she was going to find him. She wasn't the brightest witch of her age for nothing.

~

He watched the man, in the shadows. Or was it a boy? He couldn't make out for sure, the boy with the raven hair had literally fell from the skies. Just like a scarred but beautiful angel. He was levitated away, probably to the hospital wing. The strange boy was full of blood splatters and scars and looked as if he had just came from a terrible war. His muggle clothes were torn and dirty.

But he was definitely a wizard, if the dark brown wand in his hand was any indication. His fellow students began striding away, already excited by the idea of telling this to everyone.

Draco couldn't wait to find out more about this fallen angel, but he had other important things to do first.

Like making sure he claimed a delicious blueberry muffin at dinner.

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So i'm done with the boring part ;)

Basically I just wanted to write a fanfiction about an older Harry teaching a younger Draco. I mean can you imagine the sexual tension? but before I could do that I had to make up a story that could make that possible haha :/
So sorry if it isn't totally right and i'm dutch so there can be some spelling errors.

Btw do you guys want Draco to already know Harry or not?

If you have any ideas leave a comment !
And vote so I know it isn't a total flop haha

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