THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY GOOD FRIEND, ANDREA.
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING JK ROWLING DOES.
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I woke up with a jerk, sitting up in the old mattress that was my bed, I tried to remember what the dream was about. It was a strange dream, one that I don't have very often, it wasn't about Voldemort, or even the death of Sirius. Which is weird, because those two things seem to be all I can dream about since I got back from Hogwarts.
It was back when I was still a baby, I was with my parents in a bar, probably the Leaky Cauldron. Anyway, they were talking to a cloaked figure, I tried to see his face, but couldn't. I was sleeping near them, the baby me was anyways. There was another person beside me, another baby. He was crying, as if he sensed something bad is about to happen to him, and it did. My father, I think he was my father anyways, I could barely see his face under the dim light. So, my father picked the baby up, and gave it to the cloaked person standing up in front of the door. My mom, again I couldn't be sure if she was my mom. She was crying in my father's arms, silently. Though the baby was making a lot of noise crying very loudly.
My father patted my mother's back, and whispered something that sounds very much like, "I don't like this anymore than you do, but we have to do this. It's less likely that he'll find both of them this way."
The baby me woke up, and started crying very loudly. My mother came over and started to try to calm me, but it wasn't working, because I was crying louder and louder as the other baby went farther and farther.
"It's okay, Harry. You two will be united again," My mother whispered to me, "I promise, no matter what happens, Dumbledore will make sure of that."
Then I woke up. The dream was so strange, even for me, the-boy-who- lived.
I sat in my bed, thinking. If the dream was true, what does it mean? And if it wasn't, why would I be having dreams like this, it's not really my style. If I could choose my dreams, I would much rather dream about Quidditch, or maybe getting out of the Dursley's house.
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I woke up with a jerk, sitting up in the old mattress that was my bed, I tried to remember what the dream was about. It was a strange dream, one that I don't have very often, it wasn't about my father's beatings, or even the things that he put me through when I was only a little kid. Which is weird, because those two things seem to be all I can dream about since I got back from Hogwarts.
It was back when I was still a baby, I was with my parents in a bar, probably the Leaky Cauldron. Only thing was, they weren't my parents, they were Potter's. I couldn't be that sure, since I could barely see them under the dim light. They seemed to be talking to a cloaked figure, I tried to see his face, but couldn't.
Potter was sleeping beside Potter, no, that doesn't really make sense. Harry, disgusting name, he was sleeping beside his parents, and to my surprise, I was BESIDE him, as a baby, crying.
Why would I be with the Potters? And why am I crying?
Potter Senior came, picked me up, and whispered, "Don't worry Draco, you two will be united again, Dumbledore will see to that."
See to what? Having me and Potter back at the bar at the same time?
He handed me to the cloaked figure, "Take care of him, please." He whispered.
The figure nodded, and walked off, carrying me!
I had a debut against myself, to stay here, or to go with the cloaked person. I decided to go with the person, but before I got out of the bar, I saw the mudblood woman, Lily, I think her names was. She was crying in James' arms, and so was the baby Potter.
Are they crying over me? I've never had anyone cry over me before, I don't think I ever will, but if this dream is real…
I woke up. I can't believe it, I woke up! I was suppose to follow the person, but I woke up!
I sat in my bed, thinking. If the dream was true, what does it mean? And if it wasn't, why would I be having dreams like this, it's not really my style. If I could choose my dreams, I would much rather dream about Quidditch, or maybe even the redhead girl, Ginny.
I've had a thing for her for a long time now, ever since I saw her defend Potter in the bookshop before my second year. Now it's the summer before my sixth year, and I still haven't gotten over the stupid puppy crush I had on her. This is just great, the very thing that I needed.
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The headmaster of Hogwarts sat in his office, in front of the Potions Master, Severus Snape.
"Severus, they will have to know as soon as possible," Dumbledore said.
"You don't expect me to tell them? You were the one who promised Lily that you will." Severus Snape said.
"I did, and I will tell them. It's just that, you know very well how they hate each other, do you think you can talk to Draco about that? I don't think he will listen to anyone else except for his head of house." Dumbledore said, looking disturbed.
"I don't think that's going to work," Severus said, "All Potters are like that, they don't listen to anyone unless they see a good reason behind it."
"So what do you suggest we do? We have to get them used to each other by Halloween, the latest at Christmas, you don't know when Voldemort will attack, and they have to be ready."
"I'll work on it," Severus said, "Anything else?"
"No, I think that's it." Albus said, "There is one more thing, would it be too much trouble to ask you to bring both of them here tomorrow? We really must hurry."
"Both of them? How am I suppose to get Draco?" Severus asked.
"I have been informed that his parents will be out tomorrow, from ten to twelve. You can go get Draco first, and then go get Harry. The muggles shouldn't be a problem. But please, don't hex them or anything, they haven't really done anything to Harry this year, yet." Dumbledore explained patiently, "But be careful with Draco, I understand that he's not in the best shape right now, due to Lucius."
"I understand, should I bring them here? Or do you want me to…"
"Bring them to the hospital wing first, I don't think either of them is in the mood for something like that first thing tomorrow morning, especially not Draco."
"Very well, see you tomorrow, headmaster." Severus said, before going back to the dungeons.
"Good night, try and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."
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I DON'T OWN ANYTHING JK ROWLING DOES.
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I woke up with a jerk, sitting up in the old mattress that was my bed, I tried to remember what the dream was about. It was a strange dream, one that I don't have very often, it wasn't about Voldemort, or even the death of Sirius. Which is weird, because those two things seem to be all I can dream about since I got back from Hogwarts.
It was back when I was still a baby, I was with my parents in a bar, probably the Leaky Cauldron. Anyway, they were talking to a cloaked figure, I tried to see his face, but couldn't. I was sleeping near them, the baby me was anyways. There was another person beside me, another baby. He was crying, as if he sensed something bad is about to happen to him, and it did. My father, I think he was my father anyways, I could barely see his face under the dim light. So, my father picked the baby up, and gave it to the cloaked person standing up in front of the door. My mom, again I couldn't be sure if she was my mom. She was crying in my father's arms, silently. Though the baby was making a lot of noise crying very loudly.
My father patted my mother's back, and whispered something that sounds very much like, "I don't like this anymore than you do, but we have to do this. It's less likely that he'll find both of them this way."
The baby me woke up, and started crying very loudly. My mother came over and started to try to calm me, but it wasn't working, because I was crying louder and louder as the other baby went farther and farther.
"It's okay, Harry. You two will be united again," My mother whispered to me, "I promise, no matter what happens, Dumbledore will make sure of that."
Then I woke up. The dream was so strange, even for me, the-boy-who- lived.
I sat in my bed, thinking. If the dream was true, what does it mean? And if it wasn't, why would I be having dreams like this, it's not really my style. If I could choose my dreams, I would much rather dream about Quidditch, or maybe getting out of the Dursley's house.
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I woke up with a jerk, sitting up in the old mattress that was my bed, I tried to remember what the dream was about. It was a strange dream, one that I don't have very often, it wasn't about my father's beatings, or even the things that he put me through when I was only a little kid. Which is weird, because those two things seem to be all I can dream about since I got back from Hogwarts.
It was back when I was still a baby, I was with my parents in a bar, probably the Leaky Cauldron. Only thing was, they weren't my parents, they were Potter's. I couldn't be that sure, since I could barely see them under the dim light. They seemed to be talking to a cloaked figure, I tried to see his face, but couldn't.
Potter was sleeping beside Potter, no, that doesn't really make sense. Harry, disgusting name, he was sleeping beside his parents, and to my surprise, I was BESIDE him, as a baby, crying.
Why would I be with the Potters? And why am I crying?
Potter Senior came, picked me up, and whispered, "Don't worry Draco, you two will be united again, Dumbledore will see to that."
See to what? Having me and Potter back at the bar at the same time?
He handed me to the cloaked figure, "Take care of him, please." He whispered.
The figure nodded, and walked off, carrying me!
I had a debut against myself, to stay here, or to go with the cloaked person. I decided to go with the person, but before I got out of the bar, I saw the mudblood woman, Lily, I think her names was. She was crying in James' arms, and so was the baby Potter.
Are they crying over me? I've never had anyone cry over me before, I don't think I ever will, but if this dream is real…
I woke up. I can't believe it, I woke up! I was suppose to follow the person, but I woke up!
I sat in my bed, thinking. If the dream was true, what does it mean? And if it wasn't, why would I be having dreams like this, it's not really my style. If I could choose my dreams, I would much rather dream about Quidditch, or maybe even the redhead girl, Ginny.
I've had a thing for her for a long time now, ever since I saw her defend Potter in the bookshop before my second year. Now it's the summer before my sixth year, and I still haven't gotten over the stupid puppy crush I had on her. This is just great, the very thing that I needed.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*In Hogwarts*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
The headmaster of Hogwarts sat in his office, in front of the Potions Master, Severus Snape.
"Severus, they will have to know as soon as possible," Dumbledore said.
"You don't expect me to tell them? You were the one who promised Lily that you will." Severus Snape said.
"I did, and I will tell them. It's just that, you know very well how they hate each other, do you think you can talk to Draco about that? I don't think he will listen to anyone else except for his head of house." Dumbledore said, looking disturbed.
"I don't think that's going to work," Severus said, "All Potters are like that, they don't listen to anyone unless they see a good reason behind it."
"So what do you suggest we do? We have to get them used to each other by Halloween, the latest at Christmas, you don't know when Voldemort will attack, and they have to be ready."
"I'll work on it," Severus said, "Anything else?"
"No, I think that's it." Albus said, "There is one more thing, would it be too much trouble to ask you to bring both of them here tomorrow? We really must hurry."
"Both of them? How am I suppose to get Draco?" Severus asked.
"I have been informed that his parents will be out tomorrow, from ten to twelve. You can go get Draco first, and then go get Harry. The muggles shouldn't be a problem. But please, don't hex them or anything, they haven't really done anything to Harry this year, yet." Dumbledore explained patiently, "But be careful with Draco, I understand that he's not in the best shape right now, due to Lucius."
"I understand, should I bring them here? Or do you want me to…"
"Bring them to the hospital wing first, I don't think either of them is in the mood for something like that first thing tomorrow morning, especially not Draco."
"Very well, see you tomorrow, headmaster." Severus said, before going back to the dungeons.
"Good night, try and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, REVIEW PLEASE!
HOPE YOU LIKE IT.TAKE A WILD GUESS, WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN HARRY AND DRACO. HINT HINT (it's not slash)