The author is eviler than she appears. This is the sequel to "The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of" You don't have to go read it but it sure helps a hell of a lot. Oh, and the characters aren't mine, blah, blah, blah, this fic contains lots of slashy goodness, ect…you know the drill.

Dreams Of Remembrance

1. Again

Destiny had failed in her task, thing had gone out of hand and the Lady finally taken notice. The Lady, the god of the wizards, although they knew not her existence she was the one that gave power and took it away. She had taken from Destiny her power and cast her down onto the world to live as a mortal. Fate now took her position until another could be found to take Destiny place.

The Lady shook her head and looked down upon her world, now held motionless. She nodded and then….

There was a tentative knock of the door and a muffled call of, "Is there anyone in there?"

When Draco didn't answer, the door opened to reveal Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this compartment was occupied," he started before finally recognizing Draco, "Malfoy?" His expression instantly went cold, "Where're are your goons? Or do enjoy fucking yourself better?"

"Get the hell out of my compartment Potter. Now."

"Fine with me, I'd rather eat flober worms than stay in a compartment with you."

Harry turned away and everything was back to normal, just the way it was supposed to be….but something happened that gods had nothing to do with. Freewill, and sometimes that gift, given to the mortals upon their creation, is more powerful than heaven or hell and Harry remembered, just a flicker, just for just a second, he remembered.

"We've done this before." His hand dropped from the handle of the door and he turned around to look at Draco once more.

"What the hell are you talking about Potter? I thought I told you to get the fuck out!"

"Not yet Malfoy, listen to me for a minute."

"Why would I want to listen to some delusional, parentless loser?"

"Just shut up Draco!"

"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Call. Me?"

Harry looked confused for second, "Draco, I called you Draco. That being your name and all. It felt like I said it before though, it seemed so natural."

"That is bloody disgusting. Never call me by my first name again, Potter."

Harry opened his mouth to say something but stopped half way, another memory passed through his mind, this one stronger.

"Potter quit standing there like an absolute idiot and get the fuck out of my compartment!"

Harry didn't move to leave though, instead he went over and sat down so that he was across from Draco.

"Potter I will give you three more seconds to get the fuck out before I transfigure you into a squid!"

Harry blinked and tried to focus his eyes.

"One."

Harry didn't move.

"Two."

Still he remained motionless. Draco drew his wand from his robes.

"Thre.."

"Wait…Draco."

"What the fucking bloody hell do you want Potter!?"

"I remember, something. Before when I can in here, I remember doing it before."

"You are pissing me off because of some fucking deja-vu?"

"No, wait a minute, Draco, I remember something else."

"What?! Quit with the fucking suspense already!"

"Scars…"

"Bloody brilliant scar-face, finally remember your own head?!"

"Not my scar," Harry said fingering his forehead gently, "your scars."

"What scars!? You've lost your mind Potter!"

"The scars all over your body, the wounds that are there even now and something……your father. He hurts you."

Draco's face had gone pale, unbridled anger rose like wave inside him.

"How the fuck do you know that?!" He hissed out, between clenched teeth. He stood up and drew his wand aiming at Harry's head. "Tell me how the fuck you know that!"

Harry blinked and slowly rubbed his temples, "Because…you told me."

Draco's eyes clouded over and his wand slipped from nerveless fingers, "I've never told anyone. It's not possible."

"But I remember, Draco. It was a long time ago and not far away. You have to remember Draco! I can remember more and more, It's coming back. Don't you?…"

Draco shook his head violently and bent down to pick up his wand. His face a livid shade of red, "If fucking tell anyone about, this, I will hunt you down and I will kill you, Potter."

And Draco left, storming of the compartment and slamming the door behind him. Leaving Harry alone to contemplate what had just happened and, the memories.