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Title: Chaos of Tomorrow
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: The wizarding world is living chaos, somehow exposed. Harry is having weird feelings, Voldemort is looking for a weapon, and Draco is not entirely human. Lots of mysteries answered! Slash! half A/U!
Rating: PG-13
Category: Action/Adventure/Sci-Fi
Status: BETAED by Lady Lynn
Chapter Two: Vulnerable and Hopeless
He rested his cheek in the palm of his hand while he pressed his elbows on the table. This definitely was not like Hogwarts. He poked at his breakfast while he thought on the events that have occurred. It had been one week after he was taken from the Dursley’s house and forced to attend this military school. This was not the only reason why Harry was in a down mood It was the fact he wasn’t allowed to keep a single thing.
All his books, clothes, magical instruments and even his photo albums were confiscated. He, like a stupid idiot, begged pathetically to let him keep at least his parents album but they all laughed at him. They dragged the damn trunk out and to who-knows-where. That really made his blood boil for three days.
Not to add he was the only one from his year at Hogwarts to be there. He had encountered few Hogwarts students, some he had only seen walking around the corridors, but never knew them. Most of them were second years and third years but there was no sign of Ron or Hermione anywhere.
Harry, of course, never left the Dursley’s house, therefore he hadn’t see Ron and Hermione since their departure last year. He hoped he would meet them in Diagon Alley but Dumbledore notified him Diagon Alley was now restricted and only older wizards could go to such place. That left all the students with no books and just lectures for the next year. But the next year never came...
“You have five minutes to finish.” the fat lady behind the kitchen counter drawled.
Harry sighed and tried to chew on the cold, tasteless egg and the horrible sausage. He thought they would be issued new clothes since they weren’t allowed to bring their own, but damn. A camouflage military suit for everyday? He would have rathered to attend the public Muggle school he was suposed to when he was 11.
The lady behind the counter shouted at them to hurry up and dispose their tray. A young, scowling man in his twenties pushed them out of the Dinning Hall and out into the sunny, hot grounds. Before stepping out, Harry looked at his reflection in the window. He saw his surname, Potter, written on his right chest pocket. He saw his now messy, but shorter, black hair sticking out from his camouflage hat.
“Move!”
Harry had learned over the last few days to never defy your Sargent and his orders. Doing so could easily end you up in detention. As a punishment, you’d have to do more work than the rest in the training ground.
The training grounds were an arid, earthy place with lots of weird wooden structures, objects and dangerous things to challenge and achieve. No wonder why soldiers were so broad and were stronger; Harry even wondered if Aurors had to do the same thing.
“Straight up!” The old, grumpy strict man shouted.
Harry and the other nine boys did so, and awaited their next command. That is when a voice broke through, catching everyone’s attention and forcing some to look at the source.
“Here it is sir, the last boy,” the slim, petite woman in a formal suit said while shoving the boy ahead.
“How dare you touch me, you filthy Muggle!” the boy drawled. His voice was vaguely familiar to Harry. Harry turned, realizing he was right. The boy was as pale as always with white, blonde, short hair and steely, glaring, silver eyes. He had the same outfit as him. He was holding his hat in his hand angrily, the surname Malfoy spelled out on his right chest pocket.
“Watch your mouth! All of you to the ground! I want a hundred push ups!” They all hurried down to the floor and started counting silently. While doing them Harry notice Malfoy had not gotten down and was staring incredulously at the Sargent.
The Sargent also noticed and glared at him.
“I definitely am not sinking so low as to follow your orders.”
For a split second Harry saw the Sargent turn red and yank Malfoy by his forearm and shove him down to the ground. The blonde hit the ground, hard coughing up dirt. Harry and the others watched the Sargent pick up a dirty heavy bag and drop it on the blonde’s back.
The blonde, who was struggling to get up, fell back instantly when the bag hit his back. “Bloody hell! How do you expect me to move with this bloody thing on my back!” The blonde exclaimed incredulously. Harry found the scene rather amusing.
“I don’t see a problem.”
“Problem? Then why they don’t have the bag over their backs, that the bloody problem!” he snarled.
“They seem to watch their words around me, Mr. Malfoy, something you still need to learn.”
“You-” Draco started to say but the Sargent noticed the silence around and turned around.
“What all of you staring at? Get back to your training!”
Minutes later Harry found himself jogging almost three entire miles around the training ground. Every now and then Harry would peer over the grounds to watch the blonde still struggling to get the hundred push ups finished with the Sargent screaming at him.
Malfoy looked around while trying to finish the push ups and noticed familiar boy with black messy hair and four eyes, a boy he liked to taunt and tease since he was 11 years old, running along with the rest boys around the ground. His mind only processed two words...
Oh.
Shit.
Hours later as they were done, Harry looked at the blonde, who was now forced to do the rest of their training with the same bag over his back. For the first time, Harry felt a bit of pity towards the blonde. If only he watched his mouth.
They continued their normal day of short period of classes and hours or training. At the end of the day Harry was exhausted, hitting the beds after the showers. He heard the room cleaner lady talking about him sharing his room with a roommate. The Sargent got this idea along with the Commanders to lessen the rooms used and place roommates. It was the reason why Harry was trying not to fall asleep.
Beside his bed was a night table dividing both of their beds with simple bed clothes; his roommate’s bed was beside the window showing the training grounds. The shower door was at the far right of the room near where he kept his military uniforms.
The knob turned slowly and a limping figure steped in, shoving the door closed behind him. Harry stared shocked at all the bruises, lip cuts and the sore eye that covered the once beauty of Draco Malfoy. Draco noticed the raven boy looking at him; his heart stopped in the process. He could make out the hidden scar and the luminous green eyes behind the round glasses.
“No way,” Draco whispered, “Not you of all people!”
“Yes, roommates.” Draco looked completely pissed off. He did not share another word to the raven boy as he made his way to the showers.
“If only mother had let me curse them with father’s spell none of this would had happened, let along sharing a room with bloody Potter on a bloody Muggle military school!” he heard Draco whisper before closing the door.
Silence overcame Harry. He felt so bad for the blonde’s punishment that morning yet he couldn’t understand why. Draco is his enemy, his nemesis, why he would feel bad for him? He deserved it for not watching his mouth...didn't he? Maybe Harry’s thoughts and hatred towards the blonde might becoming confused by the fact that both are living the same thing:
They were dragged away from the magical world.
Minutes later, Harry heard the bathroom door open and he hastily covered himself with the bedclothes, faking sleep as the blonde messed up his wet hair and gazed at Harry's bed. Harry thought he might shiver under his gaze.
“So much to live for, Potter,” he whispered, “Both rich and famous wizards, under the Muggle’s command.”
Draco threw the covers over his body and turned off the lights. Harry narrowed his eyes sadly at the darkness...
‘You’re right Draco, so much to live for ...’
End of chapter two
Notes: Hope you people like it. Does it was good?