Summary: What's this about a fifth Marauder, heart magic, a beautiful woman in love with the greasy git himself Severus Snape, and why is Draco "the bane of Harry's existence" Malfoy suddenly starting to look delicious in those too tight wizarding robes? Has hell frozen over? No it's just Harry's 6th year and things will never be the same.
Disclaimer: Let's just say I don't own the Harry Potter books and the likelihood of me owning it sometime in the near future is slim if next to none. Besides if I did own it book five would have never happened and Sirius/Remus along with Draco/Harry relationships would be canon.
Rating: This story is rated Pg-13 for future mentions of sex and language. In the future there is a character that is a highly sexual creature. However in the future I might have to up the rating as a precaution.
Warning: There is a quite a bit of SLASH in this story, get that there is boy- boy love. There is also past mentions of femslash. However I think it's hypocritical to warn people about slash. I mean what's the big deal love is love it's not like you have to warn people when the fic is het ooh people of the opposite or same sex are kissing big deal what you do in your own free time is your own business. But whatever I don't make the rules I just follow them. Flame me if you wish but if you dare flame me about this fic being slash I will do the following scream in frustration, curse you and your family, and feed the flame to an incredibly intimidating French poodle named Fifi.
Spoilers: This fic will mostly be AU however as much as it pains me to say Sirius will be dead in this story.
A.N.: Please let me know how this story is going in a review. No flames please, but constructive criticism is accepted. The thing is that this is a rewritten and reposted version of the story. I've been writing this story in my head for the better part of twenty months. Before now I had posted very sporadically basically whenever I felt like writing. But now that I'm done with my first year of college I have made a goal to write something every day a goal which I have kept for five days now. So if I can keep up writing up a storm then I should have a new chapter up every week. So wish me luck.
Chapter 1 Assumptions make an ass out of you and me
Harry Potter liked the night. It was only at night could he truly be free to be himself, not Harry Potter the boy who lived but Harry just plain Harry. It was funny in that ever so sadistic way that Harry at age seventeen wasn't old enough to drink, gamble or smoke but yet as far as everyone was concerned he was old enough to die for them. It was only at night deep in the dark when he was completely alone that he could admit that he felt anything other than utter abhorrence towards his so called "enemy of circumstances" the luscious Draco Malfoy.
Ever since the death of his godfather Sirius Black he had been having the strangest dreams, he was back at Hogwarts walking the lonely corridors at night and he stumbles upon a painting in a wing of the school that he has never seen before. The painting depicts a winter scene of a lone barren tree in the center its hollow entrails beckoning him forward while a woman's hauntingly beautiful voice whispers to him "Come and find me". Now if he had been an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy then this dream probably would have meant nothing at all. Freud dream psychologists might analyze the dream saying that the tree represents his inner self and the voice represents the "ideal" notion of boys finding their own fairytale princess that will wave her magic wand and suddenly every thing will be glorious. And the reason he was alone because he wasn't buying into all of that bullshit and conforming. Or else the dream might be saying that he just needed to get laid. You know you could never really tell when working with the interpretations of a sex fiend like Freud. However Harry Potter was not just an ordinary boy he was in fact a wizard. And when you through magic into the mix, the unexpected and unexplained tended to happen on a daily basis.
But now that he was back at Hogwarts for his sixth year and it was time for him to finally solve the mystery of the hidden woman. Garbed in his invisibility cloak he slowly made his way down the halls. He followed the secret path from his dreams into the west wing of the school and came up to the painting of the winter scene. He inspected the tree closely the tree really was hollow, but what looked like a hole in the center of the tree was in fact a tunnel. Now if Harry had been a girl from any other house then Gryffindor then he might have stood back for a few minutes to ponder his next course of action. However he was a boy and a Gryffindor at that and while Gryffindor's were known for their bravery they weren't exactly known for their patience in fact you could say that toddlers with weak bladders were more patient then he was. So it only seemed natural for Harry to follow the tunnel his curious disposition was practically forcing him to. The tunnel was dank, dark, and dirty and very cramped now anyone else would have had trouble making it completely through without leaving some odd body part behind, but in the grand scheme of things who really needs their left pinkie. However after years of neglect enforced on him by the Dursleys and that dreaded cupboard left him spry and incredibly limber this coupled with the fact that his great great aunt twice removed Eubigenia Potter was a world class gymnast slash circus performer whose forte was contorting her body into the weirdest shapes known to man, made it incredibly easy for Harry to travel down the tunnel quickly.
After seeing the pitiful state of the tunnel anyone would assume that any room that it might lead to could only be as dreary if not drearier then the tunnel itself, however they would be wrong. Because the room reinforced the universal truth that assumptions can only make an ass out of you and me. The room was cheery, rustic, homey and quite simply breathtaking. Adorning the walls was a forest scene so realistic that it invited the viewers in, candles floated everywhere on fluffy clouds. In the center of the room was a king sized bed covered by a flower quilt. On the bed laid a myriad of pillows the varying colors of the rainbow that appeared to be softer then marshmallows. And on top of the pillows the most beautiful woman he had ever seen laid sleeping peacefully. Corkscrew curls the color of dusk framed her heart shaped face, her milky white skin unblemished immaculate, pale in comparison to her surprisingly glowing rosy hue cheeks, and her plump lips the color of wine were in a delectable pout, as if she was having an unpleasant dream where things just weren't going her way, were just begging to be kissed. He leaned down and kissed her awake.
Author's Note: Love it, hate it? Please let me know in a review. Constructive criticism is accepted but please no flaming. Also I should have a new chapter tomorrow.Here are the two reviews that I got for the original story. Review from Quills 'N Ink: Very interesting and I hope to see more soon. Review from KeyvieSnape: Interesting I hope you continue!