((Hi! It's your friendly neighborhood DracoWhereArtThou again! Here is the first chapter of my polished and recut version of If Love Could Save Us. I'm submitting it as a new story, rather than deleting the old one. I've fixed grammar, spelling and some sentences that just sounded awkward. I also added some new parts, and changed some dialogue. Hence the Extended Edition title.

For those who are joining this story fresh, welcome! Be warned that it will be Harry/Draco slash later on, so if that puts you off, read no further. There won't be anything explicit. Any naughty bits are just understood to have happened. I can't really give a timeframe for when this will be done, but it definitely won't take almost three years, like the original!

So, sit back, relax and enjoy.))

Prologue: Adventures in Detention

It was a cool, crisp fall afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Leaves were falling, Pumpkins were getting ripe in their patches and all of the students third year and above were eagerly anticipating their first visit of the year to Hogsmeade Village. The First and Second years were quite green with envy over the elder students, but even they could not help simply enjoying themselves. True, there was homework to think about and classes with such unpleasant characters as Professors Snape, Binns and Umbridge, but even the pall they cast over the school could do little to dampen spirits.

However, Harry James Potter, age 15, was still doing his best to walk around under a rain cloud.

"Come on, Harry." said Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. "Cheer up. It's Friday, classes are over for the day and we get to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow."

"Yeah. Great." Harry stared moodily ahead, absentmindedly scratching the back of his hand where the words 'I must not tell lies' were written in still fresh scars.

After a few minutes of silence, Ron sighed. "Look, let's go find Hermione. Maybe we can talk her into sneaking through one of the secret passages and taking an early trip to Hogsmeade today."

"You go." Harry grunted. "Think I'm just gonna get that Potions essay done. I can't afford detention with Snape too."

Ron gazed at him for a few moments, then sighed and walked away.

Harry continued on towards Gryffindor House, with his head bowed. Suddenly, he was jarred to one side. "Sorry." he muttered, before he realized who he had bumped into.

"Watch where you're going, Scar-Head!" snapped Malfoy, walking, for once, without Crabbe and Goyle flanking him.

Harry bit back a retort, growled and kept walking. All of a sudden, something hot went by, so close to his cheek, that he felt the little hairs there singe. Instantly, he whirled, pulling his wand out. He saw Malfoy aiming his wand for another attack, so he shouted, "Expeliarmus!"

Malfoy blocked the spell and said "Stupefy!" Harry, too, blocked this.

Next to them, a suit of armor flew apart and a grinning imp flew out, shouting, "DUEL IN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR! POTTY AND MALFOY ARE DUELING IN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"

"Peeves!" both of them growled, but they were too engrossed in their fight to stop...That is until a familiar voice shouted "Expeliarmus!" and both boys found their wands flying out of their hands and into the hand of Professor McGonagall. She glared at them, her face as red as a beet, and said in a chilling voice, "Both of you. My office. NOW."

"I am absolutely appalled at your behavior! I don't know what this animosity between you two is and quite frankly I don't care! There is to be NO magic done in the halls between classes, much less dueling! You are fifth year students! Potter, you are Quidditch Captain! Is this the example you wish to set for your team? And Malfoy, you are a Prefect for Merlin's sake! I would CERTAINLY expect better of the both of you!"

"But he started it!" they both said at once.

McGonigal slammed her hand down on her desk. "Listen to yourselves! You sound like a pair of squabbling First Years. Fifty points will be deducted from both of your houses and you will-"

"Hem hem."

McGonagall's lips compressed into a thin line as she glared up at the bright-pink-clad form of Professor Umbridge standing in the door to her office.

"What is it, Delores?" she snapped.

Umbridge smiled sweetly. "I think, Minerva, that a somewhat more severe punishment is needed that point deduction and detention. After all, Mr. Potter has-"

"Potter and Malfoy are BOTH in trouble. And it is not yet up to you to decide how I punish them, although I'm sure that you'll try to do something about that.."

Umbridge's smile remained, though her eyes seemed to smoulder. "Very well then. I would like for them to serve his detention with me this evening."

McGonagall shook her head. "No. Professor Trelawney has already put in a request."

"Just Potter then."

The scars on the back of Harry's hand seemed to throb, but fortunately, McGonagall held her ground. "Professor Trelawney has requested BOTH of them. You're out of luck, Delores." The gazes of the two teachers remained locked, like two predators squaring off and neither Harry nor Draco dared to speak. "Potter, Malfoy," said McGonagall, "be in the Divination Tower at eight-o-clock tonight. Now go."

They got up and left the office without a word. But as soon as the door was closed...

"Nice going Potter..."

"Shut up, Malfoy! It was your fault and you know it..."

"MY fault? If you hadn't-"

"Look. Let's stop. If this keeps up, we're only going to get into more trouble."

"Whatever, Potter. See you in detention."

Draco climbed the ladder into Trelawney's classroom that evening, all the time thinking death on Harry. After all, he thought, it WAS his fault.

He went up through the hatch to find Harry already there, but Trelawney was nowhere in sight. He sighed. "Potter, where is the old hack?"

Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Haven't seen her yet. Maybe she's waiting to make an entrance." Draco sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs and sunk his head into his hands and waited.

A full ten minutes later, Trelawney seemed to materialize out of the darkness in her usual manner. "Welcome, dear children. I perceived through the depths of space and time that we would meet tonight."

"Then you'd think you would have made it on time." muttered Draco.

Trelawney shot him a look but didn't respond. "Tonight, you will help me to clean the crystal balls that my students can better gaze into the beyond. But you may not use your wands. This will teach you the lesson that, while magic has its place, it is not proper for all situations." She turned to gather some cloths and a bucket of water but suddenly, her head shot up and she stood rigid.

Draco and Harry stared at her. "Uh...Professor...Are you alright?" asked Harry.

"TONIGHT...IT WILL HAPPEN TONIGHT..." said a deep, frightening voice.

"What the..." said Malfoy.

Harry's eyes went wide. "Oh no not again."

Trelawney turned to them and spoke in a voice, not her own. "TONIGHT, THE TRANSPORTATION WILL OCCUR...TWO MORTAL ENEMIES MUST FIND WHAT THEY SEEK YET HAVE ALWAYS LACKED, OR ALL WILL FALL INTO DARKNESS..." She stumbled back a bit and blinked her large eyes rapidly."Oh, I am sorry my dears. I must have dozed off for a moment. Anyways, chop, chop. I must go see Professor Dumbledore for a few moments. And do not forget, no magic. My Inner Eye will tell me if you use it. Oh, and my dears, I ask you not to disturb the object under the cloth over on my desk." With that, she descended the trap door, leaving Harry and Draco alone.

"What a load of rubbish!" growled Malfoy. "I can't believe I have to spend my evening up here with that loon!"

Harry couldn't help but agree with Malfoy's assessment. Sybil Trelawney was a teacher he avoided almost as much as Professor Snape. She had been convinced since third year that he was going to die. A lot of times, she burst into tears when she looked at him. "Well it's better at least then scrubbing out the Owlry or going into the Forbidden Forest.

Malfoy started to laugh but caught himself and went back to scrubbing the crystal ball.

After cleaning his sixth crystal ball, Malfoy threw down his cloth and stood to stretch. As he did, his eyes fell on the table upon which the object Trelawney had told them not to touch rested. Without thinking about it, he moved closer.

Harry glanced up from his work. "What do you think you're doing?"

"None of your business, Potter." He walked over to the table and looked at the object. It was covered with a cloth and whatever it was, it was round. He bent down to remove the cloth.

"Malfoy! Trelawney told us not to touch that!"

Draco rolled his eyes and glared at him. "I'm not going to touch it. I just want to look at it."

Harry stood and went over to him. "You're going to get us both into trouble."

"Then go back to cleaning your balls, Potter." he sneered, chuckling at his own joke. He slowly removed the cloth to reveal... "See there? It's just another crystal ball."

Harry looked confused. "Why would she be so worried about us messing with that?"

Malfoy shrugged. "Why's she do anything she does? She's a complete nutter." He picked up the ball and found it to be much heavier than he had anticipated. He gazed into its murky depths. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, he saw something strange. A hand was reaching towards him. It was wrinkled and spotted, and had long sharp fingernails that looked like claws. But that faded and all of a sudden, the ball was filled with fire. Through the fire, he saw a tall dark tower. A shape, blacker than night filled the globe and then, a great eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.

"Who are you? What is your name?" it asked. Malfoy tried to drop the ball, but his hands seemed to be glued to it. He vaguely heard Harry calling his name. "ANSWER!" roared the voice and a wave of pain swept through him. He felt tears streaming down his face and he couldn't muster the will to speak. The voice laughed and said "I SEE YOU!" Then, Malfoy was hit with pain unlike anything he had ever imagined. It coursed through his body like wildfire, and into his very soul. He fell to the ground, screaming and convulsing.

Harry thought at first that Malfoy was playing another of his cruel tricks, but then, his scar started to burn horribly. He knew something was very wrong. He reached out to try and grab the ball from Malfoy, but all that happened was that the pain rocketed through his body as well. "NO!" the voice bellowed.

The two of them lay there clutching the ball, unable to control their convulsions for the horrible pain, and then, it all went deadly black.