Summary:

Harry and Draco have always been arch-enemies since Year One. Though one day, Lucius, Draco's father gives his son a mission that Lord Voldemort secretly orders to be done. To find what they seek, they must hunt and torture Harry through his beautiful dreams. Will the young hero's friends be able to save him in time? Or will he remain in the broken and lost of all hope? (Harry/Draco fluff)

Rated: K

Genre: Suspense/Tragedy

©Roxal Russell P W D

A Hero's Treasured Dream

Chapter 1

Walking along the corridors of Hogwarts, Harry, unusually was walking by himself. His eyes reflected troubling thoughts, and he momentarily knocked into other wandering students. He'd apologize and continue walking with a lowered head. Within just a few moments, he was abruptly halted in his tracks by a colossal figure. He nearly fell back but was caught by a large arm. Looking up he adjusted his specs to see a grinning Hagrid.

"Well hello there Harry!" Boomed the large man.

"Hi there, Hagrid…" Harry managed a small grin back to his friend's usual happy greeting.

"You seem to be bothered by something if you easily go running into large folks like me. What's on your mind?" Hagrid took two small steps back giving the lad some space to breathe.

"Well, it's just…lately I've been having these dreams of my parents…" The young teen paused, his eyes glazing a bit, obviously revealing his troubles.

"Oh…" Hagrid whispered. He wasn't one for wanting to bring troubling subjects of conversation onto people. Especially Harry, a boy who's been through far too much for such a young wizard like himself. However, it was his destiny, and that was something no one could escape. Hagrid looked around a bit, biting his lip and softly brushing his ragged fur coat with his large hand. Slowly he returned his gaze to Harry, giving the boy time to speak.

"And well…being me. Harry Potter, that is. Isn't all that great really…" Harry glanced over at small puddle that had formed on the cobblestone ground. Snowflakes drifted gently into the puddle, melting instantly. Seeing his own emerald eyes reflecting in the cold liquid he gripped his hand tightly.

"Every time winter break comes, everyone gets to go home to a fireplace all lit up with parents to hug and exchange gifts. All I have are those pig-headed, scum family of mine. And since Sirius's death…" He looked down trying to bare the emptiness within himself. A near tear formed in his right eye, but he lifted his arm wiping it away roughly, trying to act like it didn't bother him that much. Hagrid shifted nervously, feeling somewhat guilty for asking what was wrong. Though he didn't want a nice fellow like Harry to feel so down during such jolly holiday. His hand gripped Harry's entire right shoulder.

"Well, you have your friends, right? Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and well…me of course!" He spoke truthfully; he knew the three of them were destined to meet.

"Harry, you meeting the people you have today has been destiny. You for one should know that all too well. Even I, am very grateful to have befriended someone as kind and brave as you. Not because you're Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, but because your courage and warm heart has touched all the people around you. And sometimes, tragedies develop character. You of all wizards, and people in this world, should know better to feel like no one cares." Hagrid halted his words, he felt like he had said enough. He always did have that problem where he said too much, but he was getting better at that. Harry remained silent after that and slowly Hagrid pulled away feeling it was time he left.

"Well, I better get going, Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk with me on some new beasts coming in and I better go make sure it's all cleared out. Try not to get too down, remember, you have your friends. Keep them close." He softly patted Harry's back which was more like a slap. Hagrid walked off with powerful stomps, though he couldn't help it due to his body size. His footsteps echoed, and then slowly disappeared into the winter noise. The sounds of cold winds piercing all who stood in its way. And the occasional winter bird that chirped and then a pair of shoes pressing in firm-packed snow. After a while, Harry eventually snapped out of his daze and moved on towards the dining hall to meet up with Ron for a little Wizard's Chess match. Maybe that would take things off his mind, hopefully.

* * *

The dining hall was surprisingly still occupied by tons of students who had yet to leave for home. Maybe this year's blizzard was halting a bunch of a holiday activities. Regardless, it didn't matter whether he'd be going home or not. Draco and his family never cared for celebrations and family rituals. His father was always off in the Ministry of Magic trying to change things to his own will, and his mother. Well, she was off doing some business behind the school. He didn't quite understand how people had love in their families. He never grew up in such an environment, to be truly loved by parents. He was always spoiled, got everything he wanted, and knew that he and his family were always right. He grew up despising the muggle-borne, and mud-bloods, finding that loathing them was very entertaining. Speaking of the pathetic bunch of wizards, a particular brunette caught his eye as he walked down to his usual seat at the Gryffindor tables. Harry, God how he hated him, his enemy was the fleeting opposite of what he loved being. A goody-two shoed, happy-go-lucky fool. However, sometimes he wondered, did he despise his rival because he was jealous or simply because he couldn't stand the sight of someone like him? His thoughts were interrupted by his two belittled friends, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Hey, Malfoy, there's that sissy wizard Potter." Crabbe laughed while he stuffed his face with Christmas cake. Malfoy laughed and turned back to Potter who didn't look like his usual self. But what did he care?

"Hey Potter!" He shouted to him, and naturally the brunette turned to face him with an annoyed glare.

"Why the long face? Did you just find out your parents were dead?" He laughed and Goyle playfully punched his shoulder. Harry's eyes reflected sudden great sadness and pain.

"Or did you get rejected by the rest of your family for being such a "freak"?" He laughed once more. Ron stood and turned Harry away, obnoxiously speaking loud so that he was heard, "don't listen to him Harry, he's a dumb ass blonde who's small all around." Hearing that infuriated him but he twirled back on his chair facing his two dim-witted followers.

"I swear, no one gets me more irritated than that bothersome Potter. Sometimes I wish I could just beat him to a pulp, and then he'd know not to even walk in the same room I'm in. Better yet, not even come back to this pitiful place of a school. If you ask me, I'd gladly like to transfer to a more superior school for pure-bloods only." He paused his preaching as he heard a familiar screech. His owl. That was strange; he never got mail during the holidays, much less ever during school at all. The owl was swift, the best, as always. A letter flew towards him, lifting his arm; his hand gripped the envelope firmly. He had a feeling this probably wasn't any good news or maybe his father or mother actually thought about him during this time of year. The seal on the letter was indeed his father's. Maybe, just maybe his father did want to send him a letter of some recognition this year. He began ripping it openly hastily, feeling something powerful inside. His hands unfolded the letter, with a racing heart he began to read the words:

Draco,

There is something we need to discuss, on this piece of paper there's a port print you use to teleport. Press your thumb on upon the engraved rune print. I'll be waiting.

Lucius

"Well that's different…" He whispered. Crabbe looked over, seemingly interested by his superior's astonished sentence. Draco didn't even acknowledge his concern and pressed his thumb immediately to the port print. In seconds the world around him twisted and contorted. He was caught off guard and suddenly he found himself landing on his knees on a cold, rough surface. He looked up and stood seeing his father standing so upright with his cane. He straightened himself and their eyes met. Those same cold, heartless eyes of his father's, all full of business and schemes. He spoke up, not wanting to keep his father waiting.

"You asked for me, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, father?" He found it hard to speak, as if his wind pipe was being squeezed by some unknown force. His father walked forward and pressed the cold silver snake head of his cane onto his son's forehead.

"Son, I am aware of your relentless fights and insults towards that spineless boy, Harry Potter." He sounded angry, very angry. Was his father mad at him for insulting his arch enemy? He gulped and spoke up.

"I despise him, that Potter. Always going about, gloating in the light of his glory. When our family is much more superior and deserves the reputation that he has unfortunately obtained. Are you angry with me for some reason, father?" He asked with firm assurance. His father lifted the cane as if to strike, he flinched, but then felt the leather gloved hand ruffle his hair.

"Of course not, Malfoy. Why would I be angered at such a fine son such as you? You were raised right. And you strongly carry the blood and honor of our family. However, in these dark times, our family also has to make some sacrifices to achieve our goals." Lucius turned walking and he looked out of a stone carved window. They were in a tower, the astronomy tower of Hogwarts. The view was amazing from where he stood, however, he knew that this conversation was serious and he didn't need to think of such rubbish things. Slowly his father turned back to him and he met his eyes.

"Draco, I have a mission for you, and only for you. Something only you can do due to your relationship with that Potter." He grinned. The way his father grinned was more than sinister, but pure evil. He would never question his father, but what did he exactly mean by his 'relationship' with Potter?

"What exactly do you mean, father?" He honestly felt confused. His father smirked and lifted his hand. Small sparks formed at the tips of his fingers, this felt very odd, he wanted to back away but he could trust his own father, right? The sparks turned into bolts, and he was struck unexpectedly hard. He yelped at first, but he didn't feel pain, surprisingly. Oh no, pain couldn't possibly describe what he felt at the moment. It was power, fierce power and a new form of energy he'd never even thought that existed. When the new source of magic began surging around him, he kneeled gasping feeling it run through his blood. His hands brightened a very dark green hue, and his eyes gleamed brightly. He stumbled up and spoke breathlessly to Lucius.

"Father…what is this power?" He felt amazing when he asked this question.

"That is only a quarter of the Slytherin's true power. I've dug into your pure-blooded talent and pulled out spells that will enable you to complete your mission." He walked to his son and gave him his hand, but he knew his son could receive this deity power without struggle.

"However, Draco, you must tell no one of this power nor reveal it to anyone…except…" He drifted off as Draco looked up slowly, with confusion in his forest green eyes. Draco asked softly, "except…?" Lucius turned to face the stone wall, and then spoke of his son's mission.

"Potter has something that he shouldn't have. Something, that the Ministry of Magic is wanting because it is unfit for Harry Potter due to his inexperience of superiority." He was stopped by his son with an aggressive question.

"Then why can't you or the Ministry of Magic handle that? Why does it have to be me?" He was irritated that he even had to engage with Potter. His father turned, glaring that he interrupted him; he looked down solemnly with apologetic eyes not meaning to disrespect his father who just gave him a valuable gift. Lucius then continued his explanation;

"Because that insignificant Dumbledore prohibited the idea of removing this priceless entity from Potter. Due to it being a life-threatening process, the Ministry of Magic voted against me and my colleagues, of course. Nonetheless, you and I, both know so well that it is inexcusable for filthy scum such as Harry to possess things that make us look pathetic when it comes to his magic." He finished, and immediately grinned seeing that his son's face had changed from aggravated to pleased. Obviously the mission he had was going to destroy Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, for good.

* * *

"Ah bloody hell!" Ron groaned, but not in anger or disappointment. He was surprised on how good his friend was getting at Wizard's Chess. He'd beat him for the third time within the entire week. Harry laughed softly, but not like his usual energetic, happy chuckle. Ron had noticed Harry was acting a bit off, so he lowered his head to catch eye level with his melancholy friend.

"Hey, you okay Harry?" He nudged him gently. Harry seemed to be in some kind of trance, and looking up he stuttered his words with a trembling voice.

"Yeah…I'm fine, promise." Harry turned gathering some of his books and stuffed them into his bag. Ron wasn't buying it, he picked up his broken chess piece that was formerly the queen, and poked his friend in the arm.

"Don't give me that 'I'm fine, promise' crap. What's going on with you? Hermione even thinks you're acting weird…" Harry turned and hesitated for a moment. After waiting a few moments, Harry sighed and adjusted his posture comfortably to have a long discussion with his best friend. Ron pushed aside the chess board and broken pieces then crossed his arms on the table to intently listen on what his friend had to say.

"Well, lately I've been having these dreams…more like nightmares if you ask me." He paused, but Ron made no movement or sound, he honestly appreciated how his best friend was being so helpful. He then continued feeling a bit more at ease than he did with Hagrid.

"It's about my parents, they're alive, but I can't talk to them. Well I can, but if they respond to me. I don't understand what they're saying. Then all of a sudden, they disappear. And suddenly I'm surrounded by families, all sorts of families with children. It's like the dream is trying to eat me up, and pull me down. Obnoxiously revealing what I desire the most and that it's something I'll never be able to have…ever." He drifted off. Ron shifted slowly but regardless never broke eye contact with his friend. Slowly Harry continued after regaining his composure.

"It's my dream to have a family." Slowly, Harry froze after realizing why this dream that had reoccurred over and over in his sleep hurt so much. It was because it was his life's desire. Tears slowly built, though he wouldn't let anyone, not even Ron, see his weakness. He slumped hiding his tears by smearing them into the fabric of his sleeve. Ron suddenly spoke up, sounding quite offended in a way.

"I feel insulted… Harry you got a family!" He blurted angrily. Slowly Harry looked up with streams of wetness on his cheeks and his glasses were all misted with droplets. He wiped his eyes hard and removed his specs to clean them with his robe. A voice behind him caught him off guard but he recognized its soft tone.

"You've got us, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed to finish Ron's sentence. Harry turned looking up to see Hermione who was also accompanied by Jenny. Fixing his spectacles and placing them back on the bridge of his nose he softly smiled. For those few moments he felt at peace, as if their words rubbed away his nightmare from his memory. Though it wasn't long after they had all separated again, his sadness and worries returned. Ron, Jenny, and Hermione had packed up to leave for home. And of course, Harry was to stay at Hogwarts alone. He didn't blame his friends though; it wasn't their fault he didn't have his parents to go home to for the holidays. He also knew that if they were alive, he'd have the best winter holiday of any family probably. He grinned a little, keeping that small positive feeling in his thoughts of his friends that treasured him so dearly. It wasn't until that split second; one voice of all people broke that peace he had.

"Potter!" Malfoy's voice, who else would call him by his last name unless it was Professor Snape. Harry slowly turned seeing the blonde he despised, he didn't hate him, just thought he was a real nuisance.

"What is it you want now Malfoy?" He asked exasperated, obviously he wasn't in the mood to deal with the ass. Though, strangely, Malfoy didn't have his servants with him, nor did he strut up to him like he usually did and bad mouth him because he hung with half-breeds. In fact what he was about to hear, shocked him, gravely.

"Would you like to have a duel with me in the Dark Arts Dueling room?" Malfoy simply asked with no other statements added on. Harry was wondering if this was some sort of trick to get him expelled or have points taken away from his faction. He thought, a duel didn't sound so bad; they always did compete against one another. But, what was the catch? He studied his rival carefully then stepped forward once.

"What is benefit in this? You have a trick up your sleeve or something?" Harry asked cautiously. Malfoy suddenly laughed, then shook his head softly and raised his hands as if he was being accused of something he wasn't guilty of.

"Trick? What trick? I just feel like I should show a little more respect for you by simply challenging you to an honest duel? I haven't been fair, and for that I want to make it up with this." He stood there looking so professional. This wasn't like the Malfoy he knew, the Draco Malfoy of the Slytherin faction he knew, was an ass. But who was this? Harry suddenly thought, he probably was over thinking this. What if Malfoy was trying to apologize in his own kind of way? And a duel wouldn't hurt really, they both were trained equally with offense and defense spells. So maybe, just maybe…

"Alright you're on Malfoy!" Harry stated confidently. Malfoy nodded and turned walking towards the dueling room. Harry followed with comforting space between them but not too far away to look untrustworthy. Unfortunately, however, Harry at the moment couldn't see the look on Draco's face. If only he knew what was going to happen, he would have fled from Malfoy when he first his name called out.

* * *

Ron and Hermione were sitting in the Gryffindor common room awaiting they're class leader's orders of when they could leave for home. The blizzard was getting worse and if it wasn't going to light up, the school wasn't going to let them go home for the holidays. Ron sat playing with his sweater his mother hand made for him. Despite the revolting choice of colors, the material did keep him warm. So he didn't complain, unless it was a hideous robe that his grandmother use to wear. Hermione paced back and forth, biting the ends of her hair nervously. Ron looked up seeing her in such distress. Cocking an eyebrow he stood to stand in front of her path, while crossing his arms, he gave her the strangest look.

"What is wrong with you? You're not freaking out this bad just over some storm, are you?" He turned when Hermione easily walked around him. She stopped, twirling around to face him, shaking her head.

"No. The feeling I have is much worse. It's bad. This feeling is worse than the chill I had when Harry screamed Lord Voldemort was back." She said frightfully, her hands fidgeted with her hair nervously. Ron walked over and whispered to her quietly.

"Is Harry in danger right now?" He somewhat was getting a bad feeling too, ever since Harry broke down in the dining hall. Hermione looked up and she nodded silently, he then turned already knowing what to do.

"We need to find Harry, now." As he spoke, Hermione nodded strongly grabbing her wand. They exited out of the common room and head towards the moving stairs to search for their friend.

* * *

The dueling room was abandoned, except for the two boys facing each other on the dueling table. Since the school had yet to hire a new Dark Arts teacher, they didn't have to worry about being interrupted. With their wands out and ready, the air was filling with static from the two rivals, however none had made a move yet. Draco's eyes were filled with his new borne energy. His finger tips tingled with urge, and his body felt light and invincible. His father told him everything he needed to do, but before he could do anything, he had to weaken Potter down with just average magic. That shouldn't be too hard, whether they both deflected each other's spells off, Harry would definitely wear down quickly enough to release his new power to complete his task. It was then Harry saw Malfoy make the first step, his mind jumped immediately to defensive spells.

"Sectumsempra!" Malfoy shouted out. His wand released a bolt of energy that transmuted into a sword. It was bound for Harry's right arm, though through his advanced skill, Harry spun unleashing his defensive spell to repel it.

"Protego!" Harry released a shielding hex that protected him from major injuries and also by doing so it released numerous jinxes. However, Harry was in shock as he saw that jinx spells had no effect on Malfoy at all. With that, Harry lashed out another spell to make up for his offensive loss.

"Aquamenti!" Harry's wand unleashed streams of water at Malfoy. Malfoy stood tranquil and suddenly his eyes flashed a vibrant green. The blow though didn't even scratch him. Water that had fallen around him ascended off the ground. Wrapping around Draco they grew in immense size then lunged right back at Harry. The heavy streams of water struck him hard sending him flying in the air. Harry crashed landed on the table soaking wet and he felt throbbing pain on the left side of his body. Slowly he came to where he could sit up, coughing up water here and there. He growled out towards Draco.

"H-How did that…" He was weakened by that strong blow, almost as if Malfoy doubled the water's attack power then backfired it at him. Malfoy laughed softly and he slowly began walking towards Harry.

"No tricks or anything, I promised. But it seems that the majority reveals who has won this duel." He stopped about five yards away from Harry's trembling body. Harry, angered, slammed his fist on the ground thinking this had to be some sort of trickery. He looked up at Malfoy shaking horribly; in this state it was smart to admit defeat. His head lowered and he breathed a bit hard to regain some strength.

"I accept defeat, it's clear I can't continue in my current conditions." Harry honestly stated to his rival, however, instead of Draco insulting him. He heard laughter coming from him, a laugh that wasn't his typical laugh. Slowly Harry looked back up with a confused face.

"What's so funny, Malfoy?" He asked wondering honestly, what was so damn funny? Malfoy then looked at Harry and aimed his wand at him, Harry's eyes widened then.

"Stupid Potter, regardless if you would have won or not. I'm still going to take what I want from you." He laughed menacingly. Draco's eyes began to glow a bright green, a grin so full of darkness and a laugh that wouldn't stop. Draco continued loudly.

"And yet you still accepted my duel, even though, we're enemies. You really believed everything I said, me being sorry for all the cruel things I actually meant!?" Draco laughed again, and his eyes narrowed, locking dead on Harry.

"Idiot…" He whispered. Harry stumbled to get up hurriedly away from Malfoy. This wasn't good, he could easily be killed. Malfoy shouted a spell, he should have predicted what it was but he was too weak to clearly think of dodging spells.

"Expelliarmus!!!" The spell blew Harry back violently, slamming him into the wall with great force letting out a virulent scream. Plummeting to his knees, sluggishly the rest of his body plopped onto the ground leaving him there upon the cold floor almost knocked out. Barely able to sit up, his eyes slowly looked around seeing the ground and the wall in a haze. So this had been a trap, a death trap. He had trustingly led himself to his own death. Footsteps echoed, and soon he saw Draco Malfoy standing before his incapacitated body. He felt a hand press on his head, fingers running through his strands then a suddenly painful tug forcing him to rise. He gasped from the hurt he felt inside and out. His heart being tricked and being tormented by his dreams and the fact Malfoy had done this to him. And for what reason? Rivalry? Hatred? His body physically ached because of the torture inside within his heart. A sudden push from Malfoy caused him to collide with the wall once more. He saw Malfoy's wand aim at him once more and that voice boomed.

"IMPEDIMENTA! One!" The incantation echoed and Harry's eyes broadened with fear when chains exploded out of the stone wall.

"Two!" Wrapping around his wrists and ankles, he couldn't budge an inch. His body was pressed securely against the wall, reassuring that he wasn't going anywhere. With his arms and legs spread out his chest pounded with fear. Harry's eyes quivered as Draco began walking towards him. Struggling against the chains, he tried to loosen them but every time he moved they only grew tighter. Growling in defeat, he looked over at the blonde with a confused yet mad expression on his face.

"What do you want from me Draco?!" Harry's voice broke from holding back so much fury that he felt for the detesting Slytherin. He couldn't believe this was happening, he should have known better. Draco sauntered towards the struggling brunette and smirked at lifting his wand pressing it underneath his chin.

"Well, you see Potter. There's something that the Ministry of Magic needs from you. You've become too good for yourself. Besides, I've always despised you. Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived. Please. That all ends here now." He lowered his wand to Harry's chest stroking it in a slight circle; it seemed the tip was tracking something within his diminished adversary.

"What?! Let me go Malfoy! Professor Dumbledore is going to find out about this regardless of what happens to me!" Harry shouted at him, then he began to struggle against the chains. Draco laughed hysterically, and slashed Harry's face with the tip of his wand. A slight cut formed and it slowly bled out crimson.

"Dumbledore won't be able to stand a chance against my father, and the Ministry of Magic." He smirked watching Potter believe what was true. Placing the tip of his wand upon Harry's chest, he looked into the hero's emerald eyes and whispered to him.

"Show me, Harry Potter, what you treasure most and where you keep your secrets. Your fragile, beautiful dream that you hide from all of us. Show me!" Draco grinned.

"Depulso!!!" It was then that Harry's heart and soul had taken a physical form. Being pulled out of his chest was a transparent mirror with a pure, magnificent light. Screams and cries escaped the brunette as this gorgeous, gleaming shine was ruthlessly being taken from him by the blonde. Draco's cold sea green eyes widened from such a stunning chalice coming out of his arch enemy. When the beautiful mirror of dreams revealed its full form, light glimmered of it showing the purity of Harry's heart. Soft, saddened eyes clouded over slowly, but Harry still managed to keep himself together. The trembling body of the hero struggled weakly and he gasped to Draco.

"N-no…please…don't touch it…please…"

Draco's hands trembled by the purity of his rival's dream. He lifted his fingers to coil around the edges of this glistening mirror like the serpent he was. Harry shook biting his lip in pain, it felt like his soul was half way in his body, and the other half being toyed with filthy hands. He cried out struggling in the chains, tears slightly forming feeling so violated with Draco doing this to him. The blonde eyed the brunette with a slight wicked smile; he didn't care how long he begged. He was enjoying this, seeing Potter weakened so gravely over his silly dreams. Stroking a pale finger along the edge, he laughed at Potter with his tears.

"You really are a sissy wizard, Potter. Only Pure-bloods dream big, well, I guess in some cases you are Pure-blooded. Though it's such a shame that you're infamous parents died an embarrassing death." He laughed, gazing at the mirror's inner frame. It was the window to see what Potter feared, treasured most, and even contained all of his secrets. Harry's eyes misted up more and his body struggled as hard as he could.

"Shut up Malfoy! You awful, bastard!" He trembled trying not to cry from such horrible things said about his mom and dad. He tried to stay strong, but Malfoy was hitting all of his weak points. Draco knew what he had to do, his father briefed him of the details. Within Harry's mirror of dreams, a hidden power that should have never been born appeared within the darkest memories of his heart. Taking this power would kill him, and he would never have to worry about his annoying existence again. Though in all honesty, Draco had never set his eyes on such a cherished chalice that appeared so exquisite. Plus, if Potter wasn't around, he'd have no one to tease that actually responded the way he'd like them to. Then again, it was people like Harry Potter who would carry such beautiful treasures inside their bodies. People like Potter…made him jealous of all their happiness. His hands tightened around the edges of Harry's mirror as jealousy and anger swelled deep inside.

"Show me your beautiful dream!!!" Draco drove his head forward impaling the inner gateway of Harry's mirror. Those tearful emerald eyes widened in pain and agony, feeling Draco Malfoy invade his sanctuary and his one true desire. Pain tormented his body causing him to jerk and shake as screams were forced from him. The anguish and misery tore at his nerves, causing him to look up trembling. He pleading in small, weak gasps, releasing streams of tears down his face, he begged for Draco to stop.

"Draco…please…I beg you. You're going to…shatter all of my dreams…Draco…please stop!" Harry screamed and cried until Draco pulled viciously out of his mirror causing him to go limp, blacking out from the constant aches in his chest that throbbed cruelly against his heart. A panting Draco looked at Harry being unconscious; he was such a pathetic fool. Though regardless, whatever lived within Potter's dreams wasn't going to come out or it probably didn't exist. Draco suddenly heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. They were heading straight towards them, and if he got caught like this, it wouldn't be good at all. Taking his wand he waved it around three times, and smoke began to envelope around him. Just as the door burst open with Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Professor McGonagall, Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry's dream mirror hovered over to him, pressing gently back in fading back into its proper home. The chains released him of his prison allowing him to breathe. He gasped in pain and out of complete exhaustion, falling to ground limply with no strength within him. Ron dashed over quickly and caught Harry in a nick of time. The others rushed over and surrounded him with tender care. Professor McGonagall lightly squeezed Harry's hand with her cold ones. With those aged blue eyes, she studied the young hero carefully. When the boy's eyes opened he saw all four of them around him. They all sighed with relief and immediately Hermione pummeled Harry with questions. Hagrid had to slow her down a bit so that the boy could breathe. Slowly Harry came to recollection, and spoke bits and pieces of what happened.

"I remember… Draco asked me, if I wanted to duel…He wanted to give a fair shot of testing our strengths against one another…" He gasped and Hermione blinked confused and questioned in response.

"So what a second, you're telling me Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts biggest cockroach, asked you to fairly duel him?" She asked as best as she could to Harry's understanding, with his current condition. Harry nodded and then continued telling slowly what happened.

"The last thing I remember is that I'm pinned against the wall by him, and I know he'd there…But really…that's all I know…" His eyes shut from being exhausted, while laying the other talked over a brief conversation. Hagrid picked the boy up and nodded.

"Well, I'll take him by the infirmary…it's the best thing for him now…Mean while, we have to investigate on the other side of the story." He eyed Hermione and Ron, trusting them they wouldn't do anything too extreme. After eyeing each other, the two teens got up and stomped out of the demolished dueling room and heading straight towards the dining hall to look for more clues onto what happened to their dear friend.