Hey everyone, I promised you a sequel and here it is!

To Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley: thanks for all your support! I enjoy reading your comments a lot. (I must agree with you on the Draco/Ron pairing being like Romeo and Juliet!) I hope I was able to post this fast enough for you! hehe

To another question brought up in a review in the last chapter of Sing for Absolution: I'm sorry to say he is...

Warnings: There will be a lot of angst in this story, but other than that there is language. (Sorry to say that there isn't much 'loving' going on in this fic...I'm not really sure why, but it just didn't happen.../sniffle/ I was rather disappointed with that, but...ah well, what can I do?) This is rated so high just to be on the safe side!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe, just the original characters and this plot line.

Parings for this fic: Ron/Harry, Draco/Hermione, Fred/George and Fred/Pansy, Severus/Remus

I really hope you enjoy the sequel, and I swear I'll try to update EVERY week! So, without further adu:


Chapter 1: I Sleep, I Still See You Lying Next to Me

The man fled from the much larger man, confused and terrified. He ignored the other man's pleas and raced into the woods, ignoring the branches as they sliced at his face. He found himself in a clearing and, too tired to go further, he collapsed and curled into a ball. He tried to gain control of his breathing, and his erratic heart beat. He couldn't stop thinking that something very important was missing, and he couldn't figure out why it felt like his heart was slowly shattering into a million little pieces at the mere thought of never seeing…someone again.

"Ah," he moaned as tears filled his eyes. His panic started back up, but he was too exhausted to move. Not even the adrenaline could budge his weary body. His mind was in a haze; everything he wanted, all the knowledge he knew he possessed, was just beyond his grasp. The tears streamed down his face, and the light faded.

The cold began to creep in, and he knew he needed to get to some sort of shelter. He forced himself to his knees, and a sharp pain shot through his head. He groaned and waved his hand over himself subconsciously. Warmth spread throughout his being, and he blinked in confusion. He could feel the deep magic that rested in his being, entwined with his soul. He knew he knew how to use it, he just couldn't remember why, or how.

"Who…" he sighed morosely as his emerald eyes stared up at the darkened sky. Snow began to fall, dusting the man lightly with its white innocence. He wiped the tears off of his face with his sleeve. The ghost of a song drifted through his head, and he just knew that he'd written that song.

"Damn it!" He cried in frustration. He slammed his fists against the cold, hard earth before curling in on himself. A wolf howled in the distance, and some phantom in his mind warned him that it was close to a full moon. Instinctively, he cast a slew of protection charms over himself before letting the inky darkness of sleep consume his exhausted body and mind.


Ron, his blue eyes panicked, paced the floor of Hermione's and Draco's flat. The news of the accident had long since been replaced by some other nonsense, and Ron couldn't stop the pure dread that washed over him as every minute ticked by. A knock on the front door startled Ron greatly, and he sent a fearful look to Hermione. She stared back solemnly as Draco opened the door. George rushed over the threshold and went straight to his younger brother.

"George," Ron practically growled.

George yanked his brother into an extremely tight hug, his entire frame shaking. "Sweet Merlin, Ron…Oh hell, I swear I tried…"

Ron's heart stopped, and he shoved George away in a rather violent manner. "What the bloody hell do you mean?!"

"Harry…Merlin…oh no, no, no, no…" George babbled. Ron growled, fear consuming him, and slapped George. George's eyes went wide and he stared at his younger brother in mild shock.

"George, what happened to Harry!?!" Draco demanded.

"I found him in the field…he was awake and moving about…I s'ppose he'd casted a protection charm around himself… I asked him if he was alright, but he didn't know who he was… He ran off, straight into the woods. I tried to follow after him, but he just moved faster."

A small wave of relief washed over Ron. Harry was alive… But now he was missing, and he had no clue who he was. Ron swallowed thickly and allowed Hermione to force him to sit on the couch. He could hear Hermione telling him something, but he was too dazed to comprehend her words. Draco shoved a cup into his hand and made him drink it, and the next thing Ron knew his world went black.