A/N:

This is a tweaked version of Dance With Me, an InuYasha fanfic. My first fanfic, actually. Also, my most popular fic.

Because I don't really read or write for InuYasha anymore, and my interests in fanfiction have shifted to the HP 'verse..Dancing With Dreams is born.

This one is set up slightly differently than Dance With Me. The chapters are much much shorter and there are a lot more of them. This is because each chapter is meant to be only one moment in time.

This means one other thing.. if you've read any of my other stories, you'll notice in this one a distinct difference from everything else. There are no -Previously- sections heading the chapters in this story.

That all being said, please give it a chance.

Beware. I may change the title. I'm not sure I like it.

As it is, I hope everyone likes it. Enjoy!

-Elebell

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1/7/2015

1/19/2015

1/22/2015

2/24/2015

-Dancing With Dreams-

Chapter One

Struggling Through The Sadness

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Mindlessness.

That's what he craved now. A need to not need,she yearned to be numb from the pain in his heart. You can only so much, right? Well he had reached that point a long time ago.

Harry Potter, age 21, renowned as the most powerful wizard of his time... he had stood at the edge of the abyss and ended Lord Voldemort for good four years ago. He had seen the very literal face of death and had just walked away, he peered into the darkness and it had looked right back at him, chilled him to the core and changed him forever.

Everyone had expected him and Ginny Weasley to ride off into the sunset and live the happily ever after fairy tale..but he didn't think anyone's relationship could have survived all the things they had been through together.

Harry had sat in front of the fluttering veil when he apprenticed as an unspeakable at the ministry of magic for what seemed like weeks, but was only hours and he had begged for his best friend back.

During the last battle Harry had managed to banish Voldemort through the same veil that had taken his godfather from him, poetic justice if a thing ever existed...but in his last seconds, the madman had grabbed hold of Fred's sleeve and pulled him through as well. George was devastated and Molly Weasley took it hardest of all, but the war was won and Fred was forgotten by most everyone else.

Ron and Hermione had not approved of the way Harry had gone about searching for how to defeat Voldemort during his sixth year and they had begun to grow apart. They were still friends, of course. Too much history to not be friends, but they had drifted away from each other and though they did keep in touch it wasn't much. He had received two letters from Hermione this year and one from Ron.

During his hunt for Voldemort's downfall he had come to work very closely with Fred and George and they had both become very very good friends to him, George was still sharing a flat with him in London.

You would think that Harry was renowned by the wizarding world for the defeat of the darkest wizard since Grindewald, and while that was more or less true.. the celebrity of his accomplishment had never become the privacy-invading and all-consuming monster that he feared. He was very ambiguous about it not because he wanted the attention but because people had so disapproved of the magics he had learned to meet his needs. None of what he had taught himself or learned from anyone else could be classified as dark magic, but all of it was in a grey classification.

People tended to be afraid of him now, and he resented that. He liked his privacy but the half veiled fear when he was in public was equally off putting, he thought.

Ginny had married. A Slytherin, no less. Go figure. She seemed happy and they kept in touch on a fairly regular basis, but though they were close... Harry felt there would always be some massive wall between them that had been caused by the love they had shared that had been shattered. It wasn't something that could just be forgotten or swept under the rug for the sake of making things easier or more convenient.

The downfall of the great and powerful, all mighty, invincible and annoying 'Lord Voldemort', AKA Tom Riddle, had been entirely uneventful and Harry still rankled at how it happened. Not many people knew the details of Riddle's demise because it annoyed Harry so much, but those that did found the whole thing much more amusing than Harry did.

After Voldemort was gone, Harry finished out the remainder of sixth year and all of seventh in relative peace. He called a truce with most of Slytherin house in general, Draco Malfoy in particular. In public at least.

Draco Malfoy had begun to help Harry train for his fight with the Dark Lord during the summer between fifth and sixth year. In secret of course! He still had the ever evil Malfoy name to uphold at that time, after all.

Nowadays, Draco would tell you that it was because of the strength he had finally seen in Harry Potter the night he had gone off to the ministry to save his Godfather. Although the ordeal had ended messily, it had still impressed the pale scion.

Draco Malfoy would tell you all of this from Switzerland, of course, because he had moved there after graduating Hogwarts to carve his own way in a place that didn't know the Malfoy name.

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Harry blew the smiley face situated in the foam atop his cappuccino to pieces with an empty glare and tipped the wooden chair he sat in back onto two legs, staring moodily at the offensive liquid.

Every morning he sat at this coffee shop alone before work and every night he sat in the exact same spot while he avoided going home. Right now it was morning. Very early morning. The shop opened at four and he was there every morning at half past.

The sky was whitewashed, not twilight anymore, but not yet daylight either. The sharp, soft light did nothing to hide the insomnia induced bruising around Harry's eyes or the stubble on his chin.

Leaving his drink untouched, foam splattered on the tabletop, Harry rose and walked to the counter to pay, fishing a few pound notes from his wallet as he went. He handed the money to the gratingly perky girl behind the till and rested his forehead against his folded forearms on the tall counter top, waiting for the girl to count back his change.

When Harry felt strong fingers grip his shoulder, he tensed. When he looked up into the mercury gaze of Draco Malfoy, he thought his sleep deprived mind might be playing tricks on him again.

Despite the disbelief he felt, Harry smiled at the other man and promptly lost consciousness.

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A/N:

I hope that everyone likes that I chose Harry as the focal point of the fic. I toyed with different mains, but I guess that I'm just not wanting to write a fic that's not Harry-centric yet.

Let me know what everyone thought about it! Especially if you read the original InuYasha Fic!

-Elebelle