Harry Potter and the thing he didn't know.

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A/N: What will happen in Harry's seventh year on Hogwarts? Will he return to school or shall he go after Voldemort? Who will be his partner in this? Will he get back to Ginny, or is it someone else? Read and you shall find out! Major HBP spoilers.

Pairings:

HPDM

RWHG

RLNT

Chapter one Unexpected visit.

It was a cold summer night. Harry Potter was awake, still thinking, even though it was already past eleven. Three days had past since he returned from Hogwarts – the wizarding school – where he had witnessed the murderer on Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster. A fury fired up in his chest when he thought about Dumbledore's murderer: no one less than Severus Snape, whom Professor Dumbledore always had an unlimited trust. Snape lied to him, pretending to be loyal to the Order of the Phenix, the anti-Voldemortmovement Dumbledore set up at the beginning of Harry's fifth year.

Even though Harry had slept terribly bad those last nights, there was no sign of fatigue on his face. While he was listening to his clock – a 'gift' from his nephew Dudley Dursley – all the while humming its soft melody, he was thinking of his girlfriend. Only a few days ago, he told Ginny Weasley that he would leave her and go on a hunt for Voldemort. To those of you who aren't as smart as I am: he dumped her.

But now, he started doubting… In exactly ten hours and three minutes, he would see her again, when he went to the cosy little house of the Weasley family to attend the marriage of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. He was reliving the happiest days of his life, while he was in Ginny's company. He smiled profoundly when they went to the lake after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup. He loved snogging…

But, there was something – or should I say someone – that told him it wasn't right for him to be with Ginny. He-Sh- It somehow told him that he was destined for some other person…

Tik-tak-tik-tak. His clock slowly went on and on, letting time disappear. Suddenly he shot up right – his clock scattered on the ground – and listened intensely to his surroundings… He was sure to have heard something. He reached out for his glasses and put them on his nose… Tik tik tik… There it was again! Harry grabbed for his wand, not wanting someone to be able to surprise him. Slowly, Harry mounted from his bed and opened his door.

In Uncle Vernons and Aunt Petunia's room, everything was quiet – expect for Vernons loud snorring. Tik tik tik… The sound was more quiet this time, so Harry assumed that it had to come from his chamber. Quickly, he ran back in and locked the door. When he looked at the window, he found what he was looking for: an owl was ticking against the glass with his sharp beck.

Harry hurried to let the owl in, who tripped onto his desk and let Harry grab its letter. Silently, he breached the seal and started reading:

Potter,

Although I'm a hundred percent sure you don't trust me, since I helped the Death Eaters to get into the school, you will not like what I have to say.

But please, please, let me explain.

You see, Dumbledore is not dead. When I was in the room of Requirement, I was also working on another thing: changing the substance of a spell.

It was not the Avada Kedavra that Snape did on Dumbledore, it was another spell: Adava Kedavra. He said the words Avada Kedavra out loud, but in his mind, he used the spell Adava Kedavra.

It is a spell I invented myself. It doesn't kill anyone, it only puts them in an enchanted sleep, and makes sure that the body isn't harmed in this process. Dumbledore's 'body' is still in the White Tomb on Hogwarts' grounds, and I would like to meet with you and Uncle Sev to go retrieve it. If you wish, you can bring Granger and Weasel with you, heck, even some members of the Order.

But that is not the only reason that I wrote this letter:

I recently found out that we have some sort of – bond. I will not explain it in detail, since I would like for you to hear it from my mouth.

We will be leaving tomorrow at 2:00 am. If you want to join us, please respond. A simple 'Yes, I do' will do.

Sincerely – and I hope to see you tomorrow –

Draco Malfoy.

P.S. If you didn't already do it: dump Weaselette. You'll be in a risky situation and I'm sure you won't want to harm her.

Harry was astounded. Was this really Draco Malfoy, the boy that had hated him for all these years.

'He didn't hate you,' a voice in his head said, 'he was just furious because you denied his friendship back in your first year.'

'Well, that might be true, but at least I hate him. Why would he ask me to trust him if he knows I hate him?' Harry thought while quickly sending back his 'yes'.

'You don't hate him, Harry. You owe him your life.'

'Excuse me? I owe him my life? What are you talking about? And who are you?'

'I'm Parry Hotter, your inner self. And yes you owe him your life, since he went to fetch Dumbledore when you were after the Philosopher's Stone.'

'Harry couldn't believe it. Malfoy – Malfoy went after Dumbledore? But how did he know I was after it?'

'He overheard you talking to Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley about it. You should be more careful where you tell them such important information…'

'So Malfoy overheard him, he? Well, that filthy, litlle sun of a…'

'I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you,' a voice behind Harry said.

Without noticing it, Harry had said that last sentence out loud. Quickly, Harry turned. Malfoy was standing in the doorway, with Harry's 'yes'-note in his hand.

'Malfoy, how did you come in here?' Harry asked the blonde Slytherin.

'Simple. I broke open the front door with Alohomora. I'm off age now, you know… And my name's not Malfoy, Harry. It's Draco or Dray'

'Still, you said that you would only come at 2:00 am!'

'Yes, well… I decided to have a private talk with you before we went to Hogwarts. There is something you should now.'

'Oh, yeah? And what's that then… Dray' Harry spat.

'I love you.' Harry looked right into Draco's eyes and saw that the blonde told the truth. God… Draco loved him… What did Dumbledore say again to Harry last year?

'You are able to love. And that's your greatest treasure, the power Voldemort doesn't know.'

'You're the power Voldemort doesn't know? Dumbledore told me last year that I had the power to love –' Harry blushed and looked at the ground. 'I mean, not that I love you, but –'

Harry didn't have time to finish that sentence, since Draco had moved up to him and started kissing him. Instinctively, Harry closed his eyes. He felt how Draco started teasing Harry's tongue, encouraging it to play with his. After a moment or two, when pleasure overwhelmed Harry, he gave in. Draco deepened his kiss, that made Harry purr in contentment.

When air became an essential need, Draco pulled back. Harry moaned at the loss of contact. He looked up in Draco's eyes.

'I love you, Harry. I always did.'

Slowly, Draco moved back to him and they started kissing again. He felt how Draco moved closer to the bed, and they softly fell upon it.

'I love you too' Harry thought, however, he wasn't ready to let Draco now that fact.. yet.

AN: That's it for chapter one! Let me now what you think please! I'll update after having received 5+ reviews (when the next chappie's finished already, of course.)

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