A/N Okay, thought of this plot one day, I thought it was original and interesting so I thought it would make a good fanfic! This is Harry/Draco so if you have a problem with homosexual relationships please just leave and go find a pleasant Draco/Ginny or whatever other preposterous pairings het people put out.
Summary: After being saved by his worst enemy at the brink of death, a war torn Harry finds himself back in his fifth year with one thought in mind; to get it right this time.
Disclaimer: All characters are property of JKR and I claim no right to any of them. I am not profiting from this story, don't sue.
Interesting Note: I originally wrote this story three years ago and abandoned it halfway through. I have returned to rewrite and finish it. I hope you all like it!
I Don't Dream Since I Quit Sleeping
Prologue:
Life's No Story Book
Green eyes darted around their disastrous surrounding looking for any sign of friends, or at least their remains. Corpses soiled the ground of the battle site which was filled with moans, screams, and curses being thrown in the distance. Harry took short breaths of the cool winter air; polluted with the smell of death that clung to it.
This scene was nothing new to the stony faced man. After seven years of war as bloody as this, one begins to put up a resistance to such nauseating scenes. It began in his fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Leading up to the war small scrimmages took place between the Death Eaters and Aurors, muggles were murdered in large masses, and half bloods began disappearing only to be found later, lifeless and completely drained of their blood.
War, however, was not officially declared, however, until the capture, torture, and eventual murder of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Hogwarts was shut down and has not been opened for students since. Soon after Dumbledore's murder the entire wizarding world went into a state of shock, outrage, and petrifying panic.
Voldemort had declared that anyone who switched sides, pureblood, or otherwise would be spared. Numerous people left the light side in order to protect their families. Many others, however, left out of cowardice including longtime friend, Neville Longbottom. After this the Light Side was drastically outnumbered and overpowered.
Many of Harry's old friends were slaughtered in the years that followed including most of the Gryffindor house. Cornelius Fudge was found in his home, lying on his bed with a bottle in his hand and cyanide on his lips. Severus Snape was executed after Lucius Malfoy found him reporting to the Order. Remus had been killed on the front lines of a battle. Ron and Hermione Weasley, recently married, were found in their hillside home murdered. It was later found out that Neville Longbottom had aided in the murderous act. The Death Eaters had taken an unintentional life, that of Hermione's unborn child. Husband, wife, and child had been buried next to each other just yesterday. The only Weasleys left to attend the funeral had been George and Charlie. Fred had been inadvertently killed during a raid at the ministry. The raid had involved the burning of the Ministry building killing both Percy and Mr. Weasley. Molly had fallen sick soon after and died in her sleep, Bill had given his life to the cause, and Ginny was missing, and presumed dead.
Harry staggered on following an all too familiar shrill laugh could be heard in the distance. The dim lighting of early evening did not hide the maddening look on Harry's face as he approached the so called 'Dark Lord'. A pair of burning red eyes met his and a wicked smile stretched across Voldemort's decaying features. No words were spoken between the two foes, they each knew the routine; curse, defend, retreat. What Harry didn't know was that this was no ordinary battle. He did not know that Voldemort planned to end the war here. It was common knowledge to both the Light and Dark side that if The-Boy-Who-Lived were out the picture that this war would be over in a mere matter of minutes. So how does one defeat this boy..? What is his weakness.? Harry began to mutter a curse under his breath when Voldemort pulled a frail woman up from behind him. Her robes were ripped and soaked with blood, and her fiery red hair was covered in dirt.
"Ginny! Let her go now!" Harry ordered as the last bit of hope rejuvenated him. He knew Voldemort would never let her go but he felt utterly hopeless to do anything else as she was a centimeter away from his crooked wand and a second away from death.
"Surely, Mr. Potter you know better then that by now. I will, however, make a deal with you. I have a small group of Aurors held captive to your right. I will release the girl to them and they, unarmed of course, are free to go if you are willing to sacrifice yourself in exchange for her life."
"How will I know your will keep your word?" Harry questioned while meeting the pleading look in Ginny's sad blue eyes.
"Nott! Release the Aurors!" He shouted in that piercing voice. A group of about five beaten down Aurors, trotted over to Voldemort's side.
"Very good, Potter, now give me your wand." Harry reluctantly threw his wand to the mad man across from him as he thrust Ginny toward them.
"You kept this pathetic battle going this long, Potter, without you there would be no war! However, without a challenge there is no honor in victory. I will tell you what; I will make you death short. This is your reward." Voldemort circled Harry like a lion would it's pray as he spit out each line in his harsh tone.
"I'd rather die before I'd accept a favor from you." Harry uttered silently
"It seems you will die either way, now doesn't? Now take the honorable way out, give in Potter. Death becomes you." Voldemort responded in a mocking tone
After a moments contemplation Harry dropped to his knees and slammed his eyes shut. His entire life he was but a tool to fight a war that began far beyond when he was born and wouldn't be finished long after his death. The only time he had been happy was when he was with his friends. Now they are all dead, along with his relatives. Maybe death wasn't so bad; in fact he almost welcomed it. Harry heard the chanting of the curse that was intended to kill him some twenty years ago. He didn't flinch away but rather waited impatiently for it to reach him. It never came. Instead an agonizing scream was heard from in front of him followed by a piercing yell.
"NOOOO!" Voldemort shrieked as a bright white light shoot from a body not one foot away from Harry.
"Not again!"
The dark lord began to run but it was too late, his body burst into black flames and within seconds he lay in a mere pile of ashes leaving only Harry's wand behind. The Death Eaters were dumbfounded at the new circumstance and quickly began to retreat into various directions. Confused, Harry crept up to the place where his savior lie.
A man about his height lay in full Death Eaters robes, complete with mask and tattoo limply lay on the ground before him. Harry pulled off the mask to reveal the pained features of none other than Draco Malfoy. Wisps of ashen hair lie across the dormant silver eyes that once mocked Harry with such vengeance, ruby red lips were drawn into a relaxed frown, and his pale skin was complete with a lightening bolt scar. Something was written all over Draco Malfoy's face other then pain, maybe accomplishment, maybe triumph. Draco's still warm hand was clutching a crumbled piece of parchment. Harry carefully pulled it from his relaxed grip and began to read the messy script.
Harry,
I am sorry that things had to end this way. I am sorry that I had to die for you whether than live for you. Just know that this is not the way things were meant to be. I know now that our destiny has been corrupted.
Go back Harry, put things right. Save me from the fire's kiss Halloween night. You'll find what you need in the forbidden forest. Perhaps we can be together the way destiny intended.
Forever yours,
Draco L. Malfoy
Now take the charm in my right pocket.
Harry's face was etched in utter confusion, his entire being was trembling. He was filled with a feeling he didn't understand or even want to acknowledge. He couldn't even begin to comprehend. He pushed opened the palm of the blonde to find a silver celtic charm. This was too much for the drained boy. He needed to get away from this place, this battle site, this life. He picked himself up from the ground, pocketed the note and charm, and ran. It was night now and all he wanted was to outrun this fate. Something in the back of his mind was repeatedly whispering. 'This isn't right; it isn't supposed to be this way!' Every part of his body was crying out to him. Everything seemed as though it was not meant to be.
Harry took in his surrounding. He was in what appeared to be a vacant field. He cast a sorrowful gaze towards the twinkling stars that reminded him of the eyes of a headmaster nowg deceased. Crying sobs shook his body as he yelled
"This is not right!"
"Well of course it isn't!" Hermione smiled warmly at her friend as she measured the potions ingredients carefully.
"What can you expect when you are partnered with Neville?" Added Ron playfully as Neville bit his lip and glared back at Ron. Harry looked around the room in disbelief. The cool dungeon was filled with ghostly familiar fifteen year olds measuring ingredients, complete with a scowling black haired man behind an oak desk. Harry turned his gaze back to his now concerned friends.
"Harry, you look a bit pale, are you-- Harry!" Hermione brushed her books and ingredients aside as she scurried over to her now unconscious friend. "Harry!"
