Disclaimer: I wish... I wish with all my might, to own Draco and his hair of light *opens eyes* No? Well then, He and Harry and all their worlds belong to J.K. Rowling. I do own this plot, though.

Pairing(s): Slight Draco/Ginny (not graphic); Ron/Hermione; Draco/Harry

Rating: M (or on other sites NC-17) for violence, language and sexual situations. This story will have slash. Don't like it.. well I'm not forcing you to read it.

Authors Notes: Back with another story. I love Snarry, and then discovered Drarry. And my brain broke. I love Draco, especially after the HBP. The emotion and intensity his character developed was breathtaking. I stand by this pairing for many of the same reasons I like Snarry. There is a fire and passion that is palatable, which is not something you see between Harry and Ginny.

I'm still working on, and will continue to work on Waking Up. However, this particular story grabbed a hold of me and hasn't let go since-literally. I'm freaken dreaming about it. I am pretty excited to be writing this one, and hope it delivers well. Yes, there is slash, and heartbreak and misunderstandings It will have angst (because it's what I write) and hopefully some fluff and some humor. There may be character death...depends on my muses. But it will work out in the end. Comments are welcome, and questions too, although if they are plot related, I won't post spoilers. Anyway.. enjoy.

Summary: The day Voldermor was destroyed was the day the wizarding world forgot about their savor-entirely. All except for one man, who holds a secret, and a broken heart. Ten years have passed since then, and Draco Malfoy lives a life of peace and prosperity. At least when he's awake. His dreams are another matter. Nights filled with visions of green eyes brings him to desperation. He knows Harry's still out there. And he is bent on finding him. The only problem is-he's the only one who remembers.

Shattered Memories, Shattered Minds

Prologue

I have seen him so many times in my mind. His wind tousled dark hair; his emerald eyes flashing with righteous indignation made brighter against the backdrop of a burning Hogwarts. His lithe body held taunt, posed with ready awareness.

The way his magic swirled, licking in tangible flames engulfing both friends and foes alike. His wand was raised, held with steady bloody fingers. He looked both strong and vulnerable at the same time. A boy held in a man's body. A warrior with flaws.

With one swish of that wand, it was all over. Nearly a decade of struggle, fear and death, brought to a halt in a breathtaking moment filled with light and deafening silence. I closed my eyes for but a second, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

We were finally free.

And then… the most horrific sound filled the air.

"Harry! Oh Merlin! No! HARRY!" Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends, screamed out, ripping through the cheers of victory. The battlefield filled with silence at her screams, people stilled in their tracks. And just like that, our joy turned to sorrow, our peace tasted like ash in our mouths. Just like that, our hearts stuttered and stopped.

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had done the impossible. He had destroyed the Dark Lord by making the ultimate sacrifice- that of himself.