Disclaimer : Sigh I don't own anything Harry Potter that is all in the hands of J K Rowling
Draco sat up gasping in bed, his sheets soaked in sweat. He took a deep breath to calm himself down a little before scrambling out of bed and to his parent's room. "Dad wake up! He did it"
"Who did what Draco?" his father mumbled still half asleep.
"Dad, Harry did it! He killed the Dark Lord"
Draco thought back on that night when he had told his father that they no longer had to live in fear. The Boy-Who-Lived had killed the person who had kept them in hiding for the summer. Killed the person who had been the bane of their lives for so long. Not it was a month later and school would start again soon.
He woke again with dreams of Harry in pain, of what might have happened if Harry hadn't been strong enough. This night's movie was Harry being tortured by an entire group of Death Eaters until he died slowly. Draco sat up shaking and pulled his knees to his chest. He had always been able to tap into the dreams of others. Usually when he say things he was meant to see them or so he thought. Harry seemed to pull him in no matter what he was thinking about as he slept. Well he wasn't sure they were Harry's dreams but he had a deep suspicion that they were. It was strange because normally he was meant to help the person he saw but there seemed to be no way to help Harry. 'Well at least it's not that much longer before I see him again' he thought as he tried to go back to sleep.
Harry woke up across London panting. He had been dreaming of what had almost happened to him the night he had been attacked by Death Eaters. He was crying silently trying to not wake u his aunt and uncle. He could still remember thee fear that he had felt during those hours waiting for Voldemort himself to get there.
His thoughts returned to what he had seen in his dream. The most vivid part had been Draco crying off to the side, calling Harry's name. Harry knew that Draco didn't want to be a Death Eater and hadn't even been there that night but still there he was in Harry's dream. Harry began crying harder not just for himself but for his fallen blond angel. He cried because he knew that Draco's life had been so hard because of the choices his father had made, the fact that his friends had been in the same problem and they hadn't had an escape until Harry saved them. He cried for the fact that Draco wouldn't even talk to him but Harry loved his so.