summary: Due to circumstances Harry and Draco are forced to make an allianceship. Hunting for Avada Kedevra they end up in a web of emotions, secrets and choices. Then there also are the Horcruxes and the fact that a Malfoy's never to be trusted…

Prologue, Avada

It was pitch-black dark all around him, safe for one bundle of light shimmering upon his hand. He played with it a bit, imaginary catching the light and releasing it, a miniature cat and mouse game. The bundle was small, fragile, and almost seem to wrinkle on its own trying to escape the brief capture of Harry's hand.

Harry wasn't afraid. The situation he found himself in was so absolutely surrealistic it had to be a dream. He couldn't feel anything, not a single hint of wind brushing trough his hair, not the pressure on the flat side of his foot when he stepped aside, not even his own touch when he pinched himself. Well, didn't he say so, definitely a dream.

The light was now little more to the left, had it moved? Or had Harry? He followed the course of the light, trying to see where it was coming from, or where it was going to. But on either end it just seemed to disappear.

Usually Harry felt vulnerable when he knew he was dreaming. In his experience dreams were never as innocent as they seem to be, not with the connection between him and Voldemort. Not being able to control or close his mind off, he was a open target at nights. But now the feeling was different. Like the darkness around him was some sort of protecting cocoon.

And then there was this curious light he had suddenly noticed a moment ago.

Harry bend down to examine it from up-close at eye level. He stuck his hand in again, but in lack of response quickly pulled it back.

Harry frowned to nobody but himself, he was acting reckless. Even if this was a dream, something could happen. For all he knew this was just another trap. A trick of Voldemort to keep him preoccupied while invading the deepest corners of his soul. While attacking Grimmauld place and Harry wasn't awake to alarm anyone. Though it didn't felt so wrong at all.

The conscious part of Harry wanted desperately to wake up. Now. But sadly in this world his unconscious part was ruler and master.

Besides, the light didn't actually look that evil. If any, it might even look gentle of nature.

Okay, now he was definitely loosing it, or at least his unconscious was.

As quick as his sudden suspicion had erupted, as fast it was gone already. Acting upon a instinct Harry blew through the light. It wavered right before his eyes, as if it was being tickled.

Harry blew again, the same effect occurred. The greenish light shook a bit, as is it was laughing by the sudden touch of wind he blew in it's direction.

Pretty certain he was stuck in a good heartily Twighlight Zone, Harry quirked an eyebrow.

"What is this place?" he wondered out loud.

As a response he got the scare of his life.

As soon as the words left his lips he felt a movement from behind. Before he could have turned he felt a soft blow of wind, right on the sensitive spot behind his ear. Ticklish.

Alarmed and instantly on edge, because of the soft tremble rushed through his spine when he felt someone (something?) blowing behind his ear, he spun around.

Nothing.

Confused Harry stared at the darkness. Dreams shouldn't feel so real. If he had imagined it, then why had it felt like someone was actually standing behind him?

His breathing had sped up, and he took on a defensive posture, no wand on him only his worn out trousers and t-shirt. Figures he still was in his dream, otherwise he would have worn his pajama's he put on that evening, right? It was still just a dream, right?

Although the contact had seemed so realistic, hadn't it? Musing over this, but being alarmed at the same time, trying to cover every side of him not to miss a hint of anyone's presence, he got his breathing under control again.

When out of the blue he felt it again. Somebody else was there, right behind him at a very uncomfortable short distance. And a small blow behind his ear, making him filch slightly because of the tickle, but faster than he could get a glance of him, it was gone before Harry had turned around, again.

Ok. No problem. Stay calm, close your eyes, and get the hell out of here. Wake up…wake up! He tried but did not succeed. When he opened his eyes he still was in the empty, but somehow seemingly full darkness.

The curious light had dropped to ankle high level now.

Crunching down to it, Harry did the only thing that got a reaction before, and drew out the gulp of air he had taken in. He blew not so gently trough the light and he could swear he saw a flinch of reaction from the light , not unlike he had given himself mere seconds ago, Twitching away when being tickled. Ok, so the blowing tickled the light too eh?

Then acting on an impulse, he started to softly whistle towards the light.

For a moment he could only imagine how stupid he was acting. Whistling the melody of one of Ms. Weasley's favorite songs into some alien green light, trying to do what exactly? Entertain…communicate? But then he got distracted by the distant sound of a small giggle. He stopped whistling and pointed his ears sort of speak. Only as soon as he didn't whistled anymore the giggle seemed to be gone too.

He definitely had heard it though. And putting this together with the suspicion there had been someone else there moments ago, harry knew he wasn't alone anymore. Or had never had been at all.

Surprisingly, even now he wasn't afraid. He only didn't like the fact he seemed to be out of control in his own dreamland. Though this wasn't Voldemort's doing, he just knew. But what he didn't know was who it was he was dealing with then. Harry decided to voice this thought.

"Who are you?"

Nothing, not a single sound. Not even the light gave a purr of recognition.

"Tell me who are you?" he demanded now more strongly. "I know your there, are you real? Or are you some sort of twist of my imagination?... What is it you want?..."

Harry paused for a second, not even thinking he had a chance getting any answer, but just collecting his own thoughts. It sure didn't help asking a bunch of random questions, but what else was there to ask? He knew nothing.

"Listen, here is the deal, I haven't got the slightest idea what to do right now. We can play catch-me-if-you-can for all night now until I wake up, but somehow I believe that wouldn't be so productive. And I'm not going to chase you around like some Alice in wonderland chasing a white rabbit…not sure if you know that muggle story, but anyway, I don't know what to do. What is it that you want of me?"

Now a response came, the light seem to grow brighter, or at least the darkness around it intensified, and the aura pressed more on him than before. Not anything to get wiser from, really.

"Please, tell me, who are you?" Harry repeated and looked at the now trough out green light.

Somehow he couldn't concentrate long on it, his vision clouded over, his sentence seem to fade out and in again.

The light seemed be trying to tell him something, beaming in the way it did, but at the same time Harry felt himself being pulled away from it.

He was being woken.

Desperately to stay he called out again," Who are you?!"

Then the grinning face of his best friend hovered over him.

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"Ughrm, Ron! I was having a dream." He pointed out, moody, to the red head he shared his bedroom with.

"Oh, same one as always?" Ron asked concerned, "really mate, I don't think it's healthy to obsess about it like that."

This only worsened Harry's mood. "No not the same as always, and besides, I'm not obsessing 'bout that." There. End of discussion.

He somehow regretted telling his friend about the returning nightmare of his parents dying. Not that Ron wouldn't have known there was something wrong with him, he practically screamed himself awake half of the nights. Sharing a room together really learns you about each other's habits. It hadn't even been the returning nightmare this time. And Ron meant well…

It wasn't really fair of him to snap at Ron like that, and Harry was well aware of that, so he gave Ron a slight apologetic smile on their way to breakfast, being responded with a dismissive shrug.

The true reason of his foul mood was the dream itself. Or more precisely, the thing Harry faintly had heard when he was being waked.

Sirius had taken Harry aside, at the beginning of the vacation, to ensure him to absolutely, always come to him, when there was something bothering him. Thereby he had also warned Harry not to trust any of his dreams. The Order had recently discovered the great expense of the bond between Voldemort and himself, how far the connection went, right to the middle of the minds and even more the souls.

Dumbledore had told Harry about the prophecy, that he was none less than the Chosen One. Goody, how ensuring. The headmaster had explained the blood protection Lilly had given her son, and how Voldemort had taken precautions against that when he had risen at the end of the fourth year. When he had killed Cedric, because of him, because of the bloody Chosen One, him.

Dumbledore also had persisted Harry learned something called occlumency, whatever that may be, to protect him from legilimency, again, whatever that may be. He hadn't bothered explaining it to Harry, it would become clear when the lessons would begin he had said, but he did had pointed out how crucial it was for Harry to tell them about any sort of strange dream concerning Voldemort.

Now, this had been a strange dream.

Strange was even an understatement. Walking down the stairs with Ron he wondered if he hadn't gone completely bonkers. But the dream had been so real. He had been so sure it was real, and most of all, that it was important.

But then again, it didn't really concern Voldemort.

He smirked when imagining the conversation between him and Sirius.

"Sirius, can I tell you something?"

"Sure you can, pup"

"Last night I had this strange dream, some girl was blowing in my ear. At least I think it was a girl, I didn't really saw her, so it's sort of a guess on the gender really. What do you think it means?"

"Well Harry, it sounds like you're a bit sexual frustrated…"

See, now that would be horribly disastrous. Not that Sirius would ever put it like that, but still he would definitely reconsider his godsons sanity, wouldn't he? As if it wasn't enough he had seen Harry completely break down after The Triwizards Tournament. And with the prophecy and the resent dementors attack at Little Whining, he sure must think he's mentally disturbed, kind of a freak.

Harry had tried to prove to his godfather he was completely sane and not be a bother at all, ever since he came to Grimmauld place. It worked, Sirius hadn't shown any sign of rejection towards him, and he and Remus had even been positively interested in him and his ways. So let's not spoil that with crazy talk about crazy dreams. Not about the nightmares and certainly not about this particular dream.

Not even with what he had heard when he was woken.

Slumping down a chair at the kitchen table, grunting his good mornings to Hermione he began eating his cereal. Two loud cracks announced the arrival of the twins, with earned them kitchen duty from their mom. Harry laughed at their antics, but was not paying complete attention to the others.

Moment after Sirius emerged the kitchen, smiling upon seeing so many people inside it. He really was a mornings person, and being free for a year now has done him good. He looked younger, prettier, stronger, all with all more alive than one year back when they had separated ways, by Sirius running from the minister on the back of Buckbeak. But that was history now, the ministry still was looking for him, but Sirius wasn't on the run anymore. He was settled, although it was at his parents old house, got better and cheerfull.

"Morning Harry, what's up, you look disturbed?" He friendly asked Harry

Mentally disturbed Harry corrected him inside his head. But he smiled up to Sirius, deciding then and there that his dream wasn't anything.

Suddenly realising he had only seconds left to ask before wakening or never finding out. "Who are you?!" he had called quickly, not wanting to leave, but feeling his consciousness taking over.

He woke up. It was when he had opened his eyes he had heard the answer echoing.

"Avada"

"I'm fine Sirius" He answered him.

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That was the prologue people, I hope it wasn't to vague, but I had to make it a little since the dream had to be vague.
I'm kind of new here, and looking for a beta, could someone tell me where to find one?

Preview for next chapter:

"I can't" Draco grunted while ducking in reflexes.

"You can't?" Snape replied, settling for a good angle to aim a shot, " You say you can't, and yet I saw you running in a demonic speed towards the Quidditch pitch this very morning. Care to explain the details of the randomness in your capability to run?" Snape's mouth was slightly lifted in a somewhat smile.

Well like I said, I'm new, so don't shy on the criticism, I will only take it by heart. English isn't my native language, so it might be that I'm typing really strange things now and then.
Kisses,
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