Visions
Challenged by: damnedqueen
Rating: M
Must include at least two of the following: voyeurism; sleepwalking; parselmouth; masturbation
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: Draco's been having strange dreams always wakes up away from his bed lately. His dreams seem to be prophetic and eventually lead him to Godric's Hollow… and to one Harry Potter.

A/N: Hi all! This'll be my very first D/H story so hopefully all goes well. I was challenged to write this by damnedqueen a long time ago. The idea is one I really wanted to write ages ago, but I just never got around to it. So I've decided to write it but include all of her 'must include's P So without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Dreams

He was in a dungeon, trapped. Strangely, it was Death Eaters who'd captured him. This confused him. Why was he being captured by his allies? Perhaps it was for his failure to complete his previous mission. Yes, that must be why, he thought, mentally berating himself for not completing his given task.

He swallowed nervously at the sudden sound of approaching footsteps and was suddenly filled with a feeling of impending doom. The footsteps doubled, then tripled signifying that there was more than one person coming towards him.

Three hooded Death Eaters accompanied by the Dark Lord himself greeted him, further adding to his previous ominous feelings. Although he was panicking, he managed to compose himself. To an outsider, he appeared perfectly calm.

"How kind of you to join us young Draco," Lord Voldemort greeted in a deceptively casual tone.

He kept his gaze fixed to the floor, unsure of whether or not he was to speak. Evidently he should have spoken because the Dark Lord spoke again. "How rude of you Draco. Have you no manners? When you are greeted by someone, you are to greet them back," Voldemort said softly, a cruel smile playing on "crucio."

He felt as if thousands of knives were piercing his skin and his bones felt as if they were on fire. He clenched his teeth, trying not to scream, but gave in quite quickly and screamed in pain. He wanted to die at that moment, just so the pain would stop. After what felt like hours, but was in actuality, mere seconds, the curse was lifted and he panted heavily, trying to regain his composure.

He coughed and gasped. He'd never been under the cruciatus curse before and hoped he'd never have to be again. Voldemort chuckled softly, before asking, "Do you know why you're here Draco?"

He shook his head and looked down at the floor, refusing to look at the Dark Lord. He knew what Voldemort was talking about, but refused to admit it, in case he was wrong. However, he soon found himself to be right.

Voldemort's demeanor suddenly changed, his cruel smile, turning into an ugly glare, "Well, does the word 'traitor' ring a bell Draco?"

He paled and tried to remain calm. His body language showed no change, but inside his mind was screaming, "Oh fuck, I'm going to die." He was cornered and had nowhere to run or escape to...

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Draco Malfoy awoke drenched in sweat and miles away from the Dark Lord's dungeons. He blinked, confused because he wasn't in his own bed... or in a bed at all for that matter. Suddenly vigilant, he looked around wildly for any signs of danger, but found none. He let out a sigh of relief when he recognized the furniture around him; he was still at Spinner's End with Severus and Wormtail.

"How did I end up on the sitting room floor?" Draco muttered to himself, sitting up and wincing since his shoulder muscles were sore from sleeping sprawled across the floor.

Draco tried to remember how he could've gotten from his guestroom to the sitting room, but couldn't recollect anything useful. Lately, he'd been having several strange dreams. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was only 6 a.m., but he was wide awake because of the dream he'd just had. "Ugh. I need a shower. Maybe it'll clear my head," Draco said to himself groggily, walking towards the washroom.

Upon reaching the washroom, Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste. The washroom was dingy and poorly lit. The metal sink was rusting, as was the toilet bowl. The tub, however, was satisfactory, as though it had been scrubbed; probably by Wormtail. Draco smiled grimly… at least the shower was marginally acceptable. He went into his guestroom for a moment, grabbing some clothes and a towel, before returning to the washroom to take a quick shower.

Draco set his towel and clothes down on a fairly clean bit of sink counter and then proceeded to strip his clothes off and step into the shower. Although the hot water felt great, Draco didn't want to spend more time in the shower than necessary, so he decided not to take his time.

He lathered soap onto his torso spreading the soft soap onto his frame generously before rinsing off, but suddenly paused, alert. He didn't know why, but he felt as though he was being watched. He glanced around nervously, still soaping slowly. Finally his eyes landed on a rat sitting perched on a shelf that was overlooking his shower and he let out a loud yell, followed by a string of hexes.

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Severus Snape was awoken by a loud yelp and some hexes. Bolting up abruptly from his bed, he grabbed his wand off of the night table and rushed to the source of the noise. He let out a sigh of relief, then a grunt of irritation when he realized it was only Wormtail and Draco bickering.

Draco was clutching a towel around his waist with one hand and trying to punch Wormtail with the other. It was apparent he'd been interrupted in the middle of his shower because of telltale soapsuds running down his back. Wormtail was cowering in a corner trying to give a reason as to why he'd been spying as an infuriated Draco attempted to beat him up.

Snape looked from Draco to Wormtail, before hexing Wormtail and muttering, "And good morning to you both as well."

"Morning Severus. Why in the bloody hell was he spying on me? Did… did the Dark Lord order him to?" Draco asked nervously, his most recent dream coming rushing back to him.

Snape let out a short snort. "I apologize Draco. I forgot to mention that Wormtail there is quite the voyeur. Forgive me, but there were other matters to attend to at the time," He stated dryly with a wry smile.

Draco nodded in understanding. They had escaped Hogwarts after Snape had murdered Dumbledore a mere fortnight ago and Snape had been gone quite often, returning only to sleep. Yesterday had been the first day Snape had been around for more than an hour. Even Wormtail hadn't been around much…visibly. "It's alright, but I intend to hex Wormtail myself once I get my wand," Draco replied, "By the way, will you be staying today or going out again?"

"I'll be staying here today until you leave. Your mother's coming today to pick you up Draco. Surprisingly, none of the blame for the incident has been put on you. The Ministry is blaming me alone for allowing the Death Eaters entrance into the school and also for Dumbledore's murder. You're free to do as you please, but be vigilant nonetheless," Snape warned.

"Of course." Draco nodded, "Did my mother inform you of what time she'll be arriving?"

"Yes. She said she'd come a little before noon for lunch," he replied.

"Okay, that's fine." Draco nodded, "Now… may I please finish my shower in peace?"

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Narcissa Malfoy arrived at 11:30. She was dressed in a navy blue cloak, the hood of which, was covering her head. She had apparated alone and intended to stay alone; at least until she arrived at the last house on Spinner's End. She cautiously knocked on the door of the run-down house and was greeted by Severus. "Hello Narcissa. Please, come inside," He greeted, stepping aside and welcoming her inside.

"Hello Severus." Narcissa greeted, lowering her hood to reveal a delicate face, strained with worry, "Where's Draco? Is he alright?"

As if on cue, Draco entered the hallway, drawn by the voices. Narcissa let out a small sob and rushed over to her only son. "Thank Merlin, you're alright Draco. I feared the worst…" she said, embracing Draco, who embraced her back.

Severus looked slightly irritated, as though he was thinking "Thank Merlin? Thank Severus! I was the one who took his place killing Dumbledore!" However, his irritation went unnoticed.

"I'm fine mother. How've you been? I was worried about you too. The Dark Lord was threatening to kill you and father…" Draco trailed off, suddenly lost in his own train of thought.

"No. The Dark Lord has yet to visit your father or myself. And he won't be because we will be going into hiding. Your father is safe in Azkaban at the moment, so we don't have to worry about him until he's free. He may not want to hide though, once he's out, but regardless of what he does, you are not to risk your life too. Is that understood?" Narcissa said evenly, though she shook slightly.

"Yes mother," Draco responded dutifully, sighing.

"Shall we have lunch now?" Snape suggested.

"Of course," Narcissa replied.

Lunch went on uneventfully, and Draco and Narcissa soon departed to a small wizarding village.

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"Come Draco," Narcissa beckoned, stopping in front of a bare patch of land, "We're here. We'll be staying in this small cottage."

"What's the address?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's 7 Ashwinder trail. It's a lot smaller than the manor, but it's safer," Narcissa reassured.

"It's quite nice actually. Shall we go inside?" Draco smiled.

It was a beautiful little cottage, made of wood and stone. While it was small, it was definitely far nicer than Spinner's End and Draco liked it right away. Stepping inside, Draco found that the cottage was larger than it appeared. It had been spelled so it was actually quite spacious inside the cottage.

"I think I'm going to like it here," Draco mused.

Narcissa smiled thinly, "I hope so. I don't think there was anything nicer."

"It's cozy," Draco replied.

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Later that night, Draco was plagued with more dreams. This time, the dreams weren't of the Dark Lord though. They were disturbing, but for an entirely different reason.

He was at a house. It was a fair-sized house, but it looked rather cozy. The windows were white, and the house was made mostly of stone. The lawn was uneven, probably due to years without maintenance, and full of wild grass. The path leading up to the door was a trail of gravel and small rocks. It was a deserted house that had recently been re-inhabited.

He didn't know why he was here, but he knew he was supposed to be there. It confused him, because he had no recollection of traveling there but had awoken there nonetheless. He didn't know whose house it was and yet, it had a familiarity to it. Had he been captured? Perhaps to be tortured for failing to complete his mission?

No. He could tell it wasn't that. He wasn't bound or trapped in any way and there were no Death Eaters anywhere to be seen. He felt… he couldn't describe how he felt, but he knew he wouldn't be attacked. Confused, he started to look around, hoping to find a familiar landmark.

He stepped inside, after a moments hesitation. He looked carefully around at his surroundings, suddenly aware that he was supposed to meet someone. It was suddenly as if someone else was being him. His feet guided him there, without him knowing the destination, and he found himself in front of a house he didn't recognize. But his other self seemed to recognize it. He entered the house only to find it vacant. A frown graced his delicate features; He should've been home by now.

Suddenly, a pair of arms came around his thin frame and he tensed, hand suddenly over his wand, ready to attack. His captor seemed to notice him tense, because he loosened his grip slightly, brushed his lips against his ear, and murmured, "Relax babe, it's just me."

He relaxed, finally knowing the feeling he'd felt earlier. He felt safe. The arms around him tightened slightly and its owner's lips began an assault on his neck. He cocked his head to the side to allow his partner better access.

Then he turned to face his partner, refusing to be completely submissive. He locked lips with his partner and the two battled for dominance. He explored the mouth he knew so well, yet didn't know at, all with a tongue massaging his own, matching his force perfectly.

A hard length brushed up against his own growing erection. Smirking, he ground his hips upwards and was satisfied to hear a hitch in his partner's breathe. The pair backed up until they were up against a wall where they continued their ministrations on one another.

Heat. Friction. The tempting brush of a hard length against his own. He closed his eyes and moaned, earning a low chuckle from his unseen benefactor. "Draco…" His partner breathed, lifting Draco up into his arms and carrying him to his bed.

The pair kissed wildly all the way there, before Draco was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed. Draco whimpered at the loss of body heat, but it was only moments before his partner was back on top of him. Slowly, they stripped, grinding and kissing the whole time. "Fuck me," His partner urged suddenly.

Draco grinned, and replied huskily, "But, of course."

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Draco awoke feeling wet and under his bed. He looked down and cursed. His pants were tented due to his erotic dream. Scowling, Draco cast a cleaning charm. "What the fuck was that all about?" Draco muttered.

It was the first time he'd had an erotic dream like that. Well, he had had erotic dreams, but they weren't usually so real, and they were never about men. "I'm not gay," Draco argued with his subconscious.

Then why did I have that dream? Why did I enjoy it so much? And why do I want to dream about it again?

Draco was frustrated. He yearned to know who the other man was from his dreams. It intrigued him and he found himself drawn to his dreams. Somehow he knew they had some sort of significance. Like they were visions from the future or something. But he didn't know what to do with the knowledge his dreams gave him, or how to respond to them. While he knew that the dreams with the Death Eaters where very plausible, he wasn't so sure about his apparent male lover.

But he'd enjoyed the intimacy of the dream. It made him feel better than any wank he'd ever had, and it felt better than kissing Pansy Parkinson, from what his mind told him. With Pansy, it had felt wrong somehow, like he was making out with his sister. No, it was worse than that. He just didn't feel anything with Pansy. But with his dream man, it just felt right. They fit into each other like puzzle pieces and it confused him. He'd never been attracted to another man, ever. It was a thought that had never even occurred to him and now, he found himself plagued with the dream.

Over and over, it replayed in his mind, and each time, he'd find a new detail to his dream. This only served to frustrate Draco more, because it made him all that more curious. He wanted desperately, to see the face of his lover, but his eyes had been closed for a large portion of his dreams. His mind didn't seem to want to reveal the face of his lover just yet.

Draco touched his lips with his fingers. The lips that had been ravaged as he was dominated by his dream-assailant. He trailed his fingers along the path his lover had with his tongue. "Damn… It felt so good," Draco muttered, lost in his thoughts.

"Mother, may I go for a walk around the village?" Draco asked, "I need to clear my head and I should get to know my surroundings in case we need to flee by foot."

Narcissa studied her son. He looked tired and slightly disturbed. "What's wrong Draco? You look terrible," she said softly.

"Didn't sleep very well. Bad dream. May I go out?" He asked.

"Yes. But just be careful," Narcissa warned, "be back by supper."

"Thanks," Draco smiled, "I'll be back later. Will you be going out at all?"

"No. I have some things to do here and I'd like to put a few more wards around this cottage, so I'll be here all day." Narcissa replied, "feel free to explore the village. Do not mingle with too many people though. We do not want for the villagers to be aware of our staying here. Also, it is safer to keep to yourself, generally."

"I understand mother," Draco agreed, "Alright. I'll see you in the evening then."

"Alright. Be careful!" Narcissa warned, touching Draco's shoulder softly, "Have fun."

"I will," Draco confirmed, embracing his mother briefly, "and I will."

Narcissa laughed softly, hugging her son back. "Bye, my dragon," she said fondly.

"See you mum," Draco replied fondly, smiling at his mother.

Draco walked around aimlessly, getting to know his surroundings. The area was forested and littered with wizarding cottages and homes. It was a nice setting and it reminded Draco of fairy tales he'd heard by the great wizard brothers, the Brother's Grimm, as a child. It was calm and somewhat majestic and it made Draco feel at peace.

He wouldn't mind living here one bit. The environment relaxed him and it soothed his ominous feelings about the war. His head was clear in the village and he felt relieved for that. It was a warm day, with a slight breeze. Closing his eyes, Draco let himself be momentarily carried away by it. The wind smelled strongly of the forest and the village, but also vaguely of the sea. There was a saltiness to the smell and Draco felt drawn to it. "I wonder where the ocean is," Draco pondered aloud.

Draco searched for awhile, eventually finding a nice beach. Finally, Draco surmised that the village must be some sort of wizard retirement community. It was perfect. The area was beautiful, completely peaceful and just relaxing. "I think I'll be retiring here when I'm older." Draco grinned, looking out into the vast ocean.

He sat for what seemed like hours, just watching the waves and thinking about his dreams. Then, he forced himself to get up and continue his exploration. He'd sit on the beach again soon.

As Draco continued walking, his calm also continued. Until he reached one house that made him stop dead in his tracks, unnerved. Draco's heart nearly stopped from shock. Swallowing, he inched closer to the house. He knew its inhabitants wouldn't cause him any harm, based on his dreams, but still, he was tentative. His eyes stopped at a small wooden post, on which, hung a sign. It read 'Godric's Hollow'.

The house was a medium-sized house with white windows and a stone foundation. The lawn was unevenly kept and there was a neat gravel path leading up to the door of the house.

It was the house from his dreams. It existed. Now, the question remained, who lived in it?

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