Pairing: Draco/Harry AND Tom/Daniel Genre: Romance/Humour/Fantasy/Cross-dimension Rating: R Disclaimer: I don't own any known characters belonging to the Harry Potter universe or nor do I have any liaison with certain recognisable and gorgeous real people out there either. Warning: Not Beta-ed o-O

Storyline

A strange incident leads Draco and Harry to discover that their life stories are written in several mysterious books. Apparently there are still many untold ones in between the lines and yes, the multifaceted Universe really is a mind-boggling subject. A whimsical DraRry and FeltCliffe love tales combined.


Magic

~The Ancient Star Watches~


The realm of magic rules far and beyond, it defies the limited mind of resonance, a mystery that spins older than time itself but the veil linking through the unseen does exist and love is the only tool magical enough to pierce through the worlds.

As Harry turned away from the painted portraits that resided all of Hogwarts predecessors and prestigious Headmasters and Headmistresses, he was beaming full force.

Finally, finally the Wizarding world was at peace again. Today marked a brand new beginning, a different and a more promising sky altogether.

"You reckon I should let Draco have his wand back, mate?" he mumbled to Ron as they clambered over the gargoyle, which by now had discarded its earlier lopsided poise to favour a knocked out fainted one. "I mean, I have my wand back already and although the Hawthorn is mighty impressive, it's really Draco's, not mine."

Ron's response came by way of a jaw dropping slack and a sudden halt of his brisk steps, resulting in Hermione who was hurrying close behind to ram straight into him.

"Ophh!"

Ron quickly grabbed Harry to reclaim his about to fail upright posture when the spiral stone staircase, which usually crawled real slowly when it was escalating up or down but apparently was experiencing severe malfunctioning due to the raging battle beforehand, had chosen that particular moment to shot downwards at a tremendous speed.

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione squealed and the next thing Harry knew, the three of them had landed at the bottom of the cold hard and dirty floor in a tangled heap. "You could've warned me!"

Ron grunted crossly and simply made to pry her off him, very gently though, obviously not wanting to put a damper to their not even a day aged old relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Sorry, Hermione…" Harry heard him mumble and had to resist rolling his eyes whilst straightening his skewed glasses when she blushed before Ron rounded on him next. Fiercely too. "What was that all about, Harry?"

Harry scratched his head as he picked himself up. "I just thought that Draco should have his wand back, that's all, Ron," he intoned to his best mate, voice incredulous. "Who stepped on your tail anyway, mate? I know Draco isn't exactly the…"

"I approve, Harry," Hermione interjected with a serene gleam in her eyes and then a moment later was glaring at Ron. "Don't you worry about someone who's just being an immature prat and…"

"Yes, yes return it or do whatever you think is right, mate," Ron interrupted with a quelling glance at his girlfriend. "Did you hurt your head or something because how come it's now Draco this and Draco that and not Malfoy anymore, Harry."

Now it was Harry's turn to gape. Ron couldn't have summed it more precisely. When did Malfoy suddenly become Draco to him anyway, he pondered quietly.

"Oh come on, Ron, I mean your dad and Lucius don't go Malfoy-ing and Weasely-ing all the time and they're not even friends, I think it's something got to do with the complicated world of being a full-fledged adult to be able to overcome petty childish trivia like that and we're all adults now."

Hermione, as usual without being asked had shared her inequitable wisdom to settle the complicated issue of first name basis before heading off to catch some direly needed snooze at the Girls' dormitory upon them reaching Gryffindor Tower.

After all, no man would like to be branded a petty boy and that included Harry.

"Yeah, okay, I guess its Draco now huh," Ron complied grudgingly and then promptly wore a satisfied smirk on his face as he made to toss his tattered jeans and sweaters away to litter the floor. "Oh how I'd love to frame the look on that prat's face when I spit out his given name in his face though…."

Harry snickered at the implied visual. "Just give me a few hours to recuperate, I'm beat, Ron."

His best mate of all times joined together was already serenading his snores away in his own four poster bed.

"Smooth, Ron, real smooth."

As Harry tucked himself into bed, Ginny inevitably ventured into his thoughts and his lips curved into a grin. He made it alive after all and they could now get back together again. She was perfect and an absolute dream for any bloke in every way, Harry continued grinning like a smitten idiot as he flicked his wand to charm a cooling draught to parry the rather humid air.

Harry's inane grin promptly faded at the feel of solid, reassuring warmth gracing his palm and fingers. Disarming Draco from the Hawthorn just didn't sit well with his in bred Gryffindor traits of him being it's true owner albeit temporarily because he really intended to return it now that he had his Holly repaired.

Yet during the short term while the Hawthorn was serving him, right till the end too, he felt an inexplicable affinity with it already. Unlike Bellatrix's wand that felt all eerie and full of defiance as Hermione claimed, Draco's wand took to him immediately.

"Merlin…"

Harry's blood ran cold all of a sudden when another thought hit him. If he hadn't grabbed the Hawthorn from Draco then perhaps the end result of him defeating Voldermort would be made almost, if not entirely impossible, wouldn't it?

Not meaning to sound conceited but even though Harry admitted his internal magical prowess was nothing to be sniffed at, he was aware that at the mere age of seventeen… going eighteen soon, he was far from attaining his full strength yet.

For him to duel based on his limited skills alone… Now that was really something to really sweat about.

Oh, just give it a rest, Harry scolded himself. The heavens were clearly in his favour so he had better just be grateful about it already.

"Sleep damn it…"

Harry forcefully shut his eyes with a deep drawn out sigh. His whole body felt weary to the bones but his mind just refused to shut down. Tossing and turning on the bed only made it worse.

"Aghhh… so infuriating…" Harry opened his eyes again only to stare up at the ceiling.

Something had been bugging him ever since those last few moments before that final showdown with Voldermort, something about the ownership of the Elder wand, about Draco being its master and not Snape but he simply couldn't quite put a finger to it.

"Merlin, that's it!" Harry shot upright and then bit down his excitement when Ron stirred.

Merlin, Gods, Draco, Harry chanted somewhat deliriously, slipping his back on the bed again.

Draco's pale, gaunt face, up close, separated by a mere few inches from his was full of reluctance and fear when the blond was practically forced by Lucius to identify Harry back at Malfoy Manor, ran a lingering flashback in his mind.

And it certainly didn't take much effort for him to wrestle those wands from Draco.

Draco was physically stronger despite his slim frame but of course Harry would never admit it out loud to the prat for as long as he lived because Draco would never let him live that down, but oh the insufferable prat was definitely much taller which was rather unfair and Draco looked way better than him too and the bloke's hair was always infuriatingly shiny and bloody neat and… stop it, Harry cajoled his thoughts which were straying out of context.

The thing was, why, why would Draco of all people help him anyway. No, it didn't make any sense at all. Draco was probably distracted by the going on back then. Wait, pretty unlikely though, the blond was a very shrewd and careful bloke, wasn't he? There was no way he would let his guard down on such a crucial time and… zip it already, Harry chided silently again.

For now let's just leave it that Draco was distracted, end of story.

It was Dumbledore who made it all possible for him. Yes, of course it had been Dumbledore all along.

Just like the case whereby the Headmaster must have known somehow that Ron would regret his move of abandoning them halfway through the hunt and that was why the Headmaster had left his best mate the Deluminator so that Ron could find them again.

So of course Dumbledore in his capacity as the greatest wizard ever since Merlin had somehow anticipated that Harry would stupidly allowed himself and his mates to be captured and that Harry would win the wands from Draco.

No, that was utterly illogical, how could Dumbledore possibly have known all these events? Time-turner? Maybe, that's a possibility… but Harry was always under the impression that the magical time device could only be turned backward and back to the present, not the future.

It was something about messing with karma or cosmos or whatever. Honestly Harry didn't see the difference. To change the past was already triggering a ripple to future timeline, he reasoned intelligently.

Damn it, this was all so maddening, Harry groused, quite unconsciously now handling all three wands in his hands, his mind eventually slipped deeper and deeper into the past.

I never meant to consciously hurt you

Harry clamped his eyes tight, trying his hardest to block away that one truly horrifying memory that would forever be branded in his thoughts.

Their Sixth year had marked a profound turnaround for them both. It was not a harmless, laughable, juvenile game between them anymore. That bloody Sectumsempra incident jolted him into fully understanding how immensely deep and dangerous Draco's plight really was.

I would've helped you out, Draco

Again Harry found himself relieving yet another memory, the one that had Draco pointing his wand at Dumbledore, and looking so tormented with anguish and hopelessness that it was, bluntly speaking, heart-breaking.

It would take nerves of steel, lots of guts and a bountiful of conscience to lower one's wand and outright defy Voldermort's allotted task, especially if one's own life was at stake.

That heart stopping moment had carried a sense of reckoning of the most absurd sorts for Harry and his heart went out to Draco.

Harry shuddered. Through the link he shared with Voldermort, he had seen how Draco was made to pay for his failure to take another life. Now that he was at it, Harry found it kind of bizarre if not baffling, but most times when he was having trouble sleeping at nights whilst on the hunt for the Hocruxes, it was Draco who haunted his mind and not Ginny.

Oh please, I'm being totally biased...

As fast as it had come, Harry firmly pushed his bafflement away. It was to be justified wasn't it? Ginny had the warmth of family and friends who would watch her back. Draco had to deal with Voldermort up close and personal, no contest to that.

Lucius obviously was a spineless cad in protecting his only son. It was fortunate that Draco had Narcissa as his mother. If Harry was always left pondering where Draco had gotten that ounce of bravery in him, it was answered at the Forbidden Forest, Draco got it from her.

Harry had never given much thoughts about Narcissa but her boldness in lying through her teeth about Harry being dead when he was very much alive had played a majorly critical role in Voldermort's eventual downfall. Narcissa had proven that beneath her icy and yet fine looking exterior, yes she was undeniably a classic beauty despite having stuck her nose up at everyone, she really did have plenty of solid strength of her own.

Even though that act of kindness was done out of love for Draco, Harry was nevertheless grateful. He understood a mother's love only too well. He was alive because of it.

Love was indeed a most powerful force, the basis of all greatness in magic, the only thing that could unravel and overcome all odds because love was the source of the wonderful and yet ominous mystery that surrounded the intriguing realm of magic itself.

Hmmmm...

Harry's forehead puckered slightly, someone had told him that or at least the gist of it, he thought. Oh right, how could he forget, it was Dumbledore. He vaguely recalled the Headmaster telling him about some locked room in the Department of Mysteries containing that most powerful source itself, love.

A most forlorn expression promptly sat on his face. That pep talk about love came about right after the Prophecy incident.

The same incident that took Sirius away from him forever, the same one that ended Lucius to have a stint in Azkaban. That was what perhaps caused the real rift between him and Draco.

Grrrrrrr... The next moment though, saw Harry grinding his teeth away. You prat, you could've gotten us killed...

He would love to wring Draco's neck and ruin his handsome face as well and… what was that, did he just refer to Draco as handsome. No, he didn't, he was just exhausted because his brains was running overdrive and refused to let his poor eyes fall asleep.

Anyway, last night, he couldn't help feel obtusely disappointed with Draco for that Fiendfyre foolishness. Who could blame him? Even though he had established the fact that Draco didn't have any killer bones in him, the prat certainly had no qualms about turning him in to Voldermort and… and… finally it clicked.

"Draco Malfoy, you're such an impossible arse! I was right after all! You did give me your wand!"

Harry quickly bit his tongue when Ron grunted in his snores and promptly raised his, no, Draco's wand, silently thinking that if he were to be constantly mumbling, sighing, exclaiming in addition to swearing loudly like a demented person all to himself, he had better do so real quietly. He wished he knew why that prat always, always and always managed to induce some kind of impossible stupor into him.

The worse part was, Draco wasn't even here and yet he had the power to agitate him nonetheless.

"Silencio…"

Where was he, wait, he had to calm his breath first. On second thoughts, it would be better to run his theory again, just to be certain. Firstly, why would Draco risk wasting precious time in insisting to let Harry find the Diadem when the blond could simply just disarm him at first sight and claim his glory just like what Crabbe and Goyle were crowing about.

Harry found himself fervently leafing through certain pages of the past again. For a sixteen year old wizard to singlehandedly repair the Vanishing Cabinet unaided, Draco was without a doubt an exceptionally brilliant individual.

Even Hermione wouldn't be able to do that but of course Harry would never tell him that, no way, the prat's head would grow even bigger and his smirks would get even wider and not to mention… oh please, what was he on about now, Harry frowned, get back in line, he told himself furiously.

"In your proud roundabout way, you wanted and you've always wanted it to end in my favour haven't you, because only then you'd be totally free from his torments but admitting that to me would obviously blow a huge dent to your impossible ego."

There, much better. Hearing his own voice was somewhat useful in blocking his mind from rambling out all those random nonsense which he swore he didn't know had come from where but once the words were truly out of his system, they just wouldn't stop barreling in rapid procession.

"Dumbledore could only anticipate people's moves and he certainly couldn't have known what the future would bring because if he could then he would be the almighty God already instead of keeping Hogwarts in order and… damn it, stop rambling!"

Harry slapped himself hard to fall back on track because he so needed to get everything flushed out from his thoughts. There, better, he winced at the sore on his cheek.

"Point is, someone as bloody God damn brilliant as you would definitely have known about the Hocruxes and Deathly Hollows and now I understand why Dumbledore admitted there's a slight flaw in his plan, it was only after you disarmed him that he realised your real intention and.."

Harry's heart was hammering so hard against his chest that he could hear the beats thundering in his ears but he wasn't finished yet, no sir, far from it.

"…a very honourable intention I have to admit, even if I hadn't gotten myself caught by the Snatchers and held captive in your home, your plans wouldn't have foiled, you only need to let me disarm you another day but us getting caught was an unexpected bonus to your plan wasn't it?"

If Harry noticed that his voice was growing louder by the second he didn't give a damn because nobody could hear him anyway. Did Draco really think he wouldn't be able to figure everything out? Fat wish, he crowed.

"Your only worry was that I didn't have enough knowledge about wandlore after I figured out about the Elder wand, that's why you didn't leave like the rest because you wanted to drop some useful hints to me in your usual annoying way but you clearly hadn't counted for those two blithering idiots to insist on staying behind, had you?"

Harry had to pause to make way for his lungs to appreciate that exceptionally deep breath he just gulped.

"That was when too you knew the Diadem was a Horcrux and also as a last resort you brought to my notice about your wand, you're counting on me to unravel who the true owner of the Elder wand was, which I did, thank Merlin I did, Draco."

There, he solved it at last and he had learnt to trust his instincts enough to know he was right.

Harry knew he could do it. He knew he could find what was denying him his very much needed rest, he grinned before letting out a most inglorious yawn when the long awaited drowsiness finally came round. Talking out loud was really useful to exhaust his already exhausted body further, he nodded reverently.

Sighing contentedly away, Harry let his eyes fall shut with a smile, not the silly sort of smile whenever he thought of Ginny, a different kind of smile. It felt way different too. It's one of those smiles that made him feel all light, free and truly rested.

One of these days, when Draco and he were not so cracked up in the head or when they had perhaps outlived their unhealthy boost of Everest sized egos, maybe, perhaps maybe they could redeem their missed camaraderie. There was no longer Voldermort to stand in their way.

After all, whether they both like it or not, they did owe each other their lives.

"Oh, I almost forgot…" he mumbled dazedly and with the slightest of move of his fingers, twitched all three wands.

"Finite…"

Then just before Harry slipped into oblivion, his mind latched onto yet another infuriating piece of vague thought but this time his body decided to take full charge and a few seconds later Ron Weasely wasn't the only one who could be heard snoring gloriously away.


*D*R*A*R*R*Y*F*E*L*T*C*L*I*F*F*E*


"You've been flipping that book over and over, dear…" A pretty lady who looked about thirty or so, casually dressed in slacks and a tweed sweater, one hand clutching a notebook leather satchel whilst the other expertly balancing several thick books, was seen making her way leisurely to the Fiction section. "Do you want it?"

The petite boy looked up, flashing her a most adorable grin. "Yes, please, I haven't read anything like this before, Mom."

"Oh?" The mother beamed, obviously pleased. "Since when has reading been your favourite pastime?"

Said boy looked affronted for a second.

"I always read, you just didn't see it," he pouted but in the next instant his deep set ocean-blue starry eyes sparked with an excitement like no other. "Mom, is there really such a thing as magic? This story seems pretty intriguing."

His mother burst into fits of loud giggles.

"What?" The boy frowned.

"Intriguing? My, my, such a big word for someone your age, you sure you know what it means…"

"Mom!" he cried indignantly as he ran his fingers to swipe away the long strands of errant fringe from his face. "I know I'm not as smart as you yet but I do know what it means and…"

"Okay, alright," she soothed, critically eyeing his thick hair, shaded in the darkest hue of brown and then broke into a fond grin. "Let's go trim that unruly mop of yours after this…"


*D*R*A*R*R*Y*F*E*L*T*C*L*I*F*F*E*


The huge bookstore was always a favourite haunt among adults, teenagers and children alike, especially on a weekend afternoon, particularly on Saturdays.

"There you are!"

The handsome lanky boy sporting neat, sandy-brown hair, slightly startled by the interruption, spared the caller, a pleasant face middle-aged lady a smirk before turning his attention back to the book, leafing through the pages with overzealous enthusiasm.

"Another fishing book?" she smiled, wrapping an affectionate arm around his shoulders. "Doesn't look like it…"

"Mom, no, I've got enough of those, this one is about some wizard named Harry Potter," he told his mother in earnest, an animated shine clearly dominant in his greyish, light-blue eyes, "poor boy, he's an orphan but actually a very powerful wizard and…"

"And you wish to own the book," she intervened with a knowing look, gently prying the book out of his grip. "Hmm… didn't know you'd be so into this genre of fairy-tale stuff, dear…"

"Fairy-tale is for babies, Mom," he responded, miffed, snatching the precious book back from her, quite ignoring her teasing snort, "this is magic, Mom, magic, Merlin and all those stuffs, very, very intriguing, you'll love it."

"You mean you'll love it," his mother amended, prizing him a smirk for his effort, already fishing out some notes from her clutch bag, "go stand in the queue, dear, I'll be in the magazine section…"


*D*R*A*R*R*Y*F*E*L*T*C*L*I*F*F*E*


Dragon's beautiful light, dormant for centuries of light years bloomed out a slight ray. He wasn't really a dragon of course, how could a star be a dragon anyway, Dragon scoffed.

Okay, he had no specific gender either but he liked to term his celestial existence as a male entity, males were stronger and more powerful, Dragon reasoned in glee as he horned and stretched his underused energy. No, he was not lazy or what, just that his light was too exquisite to waste on mundane whims and wishes.

Yes, alright, he was lazy, Dragon admitted non-too-repentantly. Lazy to answer to his other celestial comrades up there whenever the wondrous magic he weaved created outcomes that were so far-fetched it boggled the sadly limited human minds.

Oh never mind those pesky and boring celestials, Dragon snorted and then promptly flashed an innocent, teensy, weensy beam at the other minion stars whom were beginning to edge away in fright when his merry snorts had splintered some of the mists guarding the first layer of the celestial skies.

"Whatever you're thinking, Dragon, please don't…"

"Of course not…"

Of course, yes, Dragon mused, it was not as if he had ever given a hoot care about the rules anyway. If those other celestials were to be so stringent about rules, they might as well banish magic altogether.


~TBC~