A/N Well, this is Forfirith talking. Me and Riyna*Riddle decided to co-write a story, and she suggested I started it. So, here's just what's going on:

Whoever's turn it is, we write a chapter. But, there's a twist. We don't tell each other a plot, or anything. Any cliff hangers we leave, it's up to the other to continue, so in effect we leave ourselves on a cliff hanger, hehehe!

This will be Harry/Draco slash. What else could we write about?

Riyna*Riddle: Ron/Hermione?

Forfirith: Yeah, but Harry/Draco is more exciting.

Riyna*Riddle: Indeedily.

Forfirith: DICTIONARY!

Lol, inside joke. Anyway, sit back, relax, and read!

Forfirith.

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Black clouds were beginning to form on the horizon. You could smell the rain in the air.  A dim red glow was cast upon the quickly darkening sky, and a clap of thunder broke out.

Where am I? A solitary figure stood, silent, watching the terrain around him. He was a teenage boy, maybe 16, blonde, with shining grey eyes, which were currently widened with disbelief and terror.  What am I doing here?

In the distance stood a tower, dark, and threatening.  It was the only thing for miles, apart from waste-land and darkness.

What is this place? The boy began to shake. "Help..."

The tower in the distance seemed to be growing, and only then did the boy notice that he was walking towards it. Suddenly, he knew one thing: He had to get to the tower.  There was something about it, something that was drawing him to it.

He broke into a run, his feet pounding on the sandy ground.  He kept sprinting, not knowing why on earth he was doing this, on a small urge.

But the faster he ran, the farther away the tower seemed to get.  Beads of sweat began running down his face, trickling into his eyes, burning, burning...

Then he realised the burning was travelling throughout his body. He sank to his knees as the pain engulfed him, sobbing, whimpering, and finally he let out a single scream-

"HELP ME!"

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Draco Malfoy sat bolt upright in his bed, breathing heavily, sweat pouring off him.  He took a few deep breaths, and began to become more aware of his surroundings.

He was safe at home, in Malfoy Manor – well, as safe as Malfoy Manor could be, anyway.  He looked around, trying to grab his wand that was sitting on his bedside table.

"Hello?" he called in a hoarse whisper.  "Is anybody here?"

Nobody answered. Putting his wand down again, Draco settled back down to sleep. He reconsidered, picked up his wand and put it under his pillow.

Just before he drifted off to sleep, he saw a flicker of a pair of sparkling emerald eyes.

***

"Boy! Get your good for nothing butt down here this instance!"

Harry Potter's eyes flickered open, and he groaned loudly. Daylight already?

"Boy, don't make me come up there..."

"Alright, I'm coming," Harry grumbled, rolling out of bed.  "You lazy fat-ass," he added under his breath.

"What was that?"

God, his hearing's good. "Nothing."

Still yawning, Harry opened his bedroom door and walked down the stairs, trying not to trip up over all of Dudley's things that littered the stairway. Skateboards, tacks sticking upwards and melted chocolate were some of the things that resided there.

"Make my coffee, boy, and this time try not to make it so strong," Uncle Vernon moaned from behind his newspaper.

"Yes, Uncle," Harry yawned again. How late was I up again last night?

Vernon looked up from his newspaper. "God, boy, you look dead on your feet," he exclaimed, proving that he did actually acknowledge that Harry was a human being.

"I just got to bed late, that's all," Harry said, putting the bacon in the frying pan.

"Hmmm."  Vernon said nothing more, just went back to his newspaper.

Harry tried to recall the dream he had had last night.  It was like a huge desert... and a tower... and there was a boy. A blonde boy, about Harry's own age. Harry hadn't been able to see the boy's face, he tried to get closer, but then the boy started running, towards the tower in the distance.

Just before Harry had awoken, he saw a pair of shimmering grey eyes.

***

"Mother?" Draco opened the parlour door, nervously.   Ever since Voldemort had risen again, Draco hadn't exactly been the happiest boy ever. He spent most of his time looking over his shoulder, and making sure no one else was in the room that shouldn't be. 

"Draco." Narcissa Malfoy, who had been once dubbed 'Queen of Evil' looked up from her book.  Draco and she both knew very well that if she was caught reading she would be severely punished – Malfoy women were supposed to be pretty and cunning, not pretty and clever.  Draco found this notion extremely sexist, but he daren't go against the word of his father.

"You asked for me to come, mother?" Draco asked, with no emotion showing in his voice. He had been trained from a young age not to care, to feel, or to love.

"He called," Narcissa could not have stressed the word 'he' more greatly. "He wants you to be initiated with the Death Eaters by the end of the summer. Your father is currently arranging a date."

Draco felt all the blood drain from his face.  "He wants me to...?"

"Yes," Narcissa said, and there was a streak of urgency running in her normally calm, proud voice.  "Which is why I have packed all your things in this bag," she pulled out a large rucksack from underneath her chair. "I want you to leave, son."

"Mother, I can't leave," Draco said in a high, panicky voice.  "Where will I go?"

"To the last place Lucius will expect you to go."

Draco's eyes widened to the size of saucers.  "Potter's."

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Riyna*Riddle, it is your turn to continue.  :-D

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