a/n: I had an idea for this like 2 weeks ago and never wrote it, but i was suffering from extreme writers block and a super mega major stress our combind. The though drifted back into my mind. I decided it was worth a shot. Review and let me now if i should continue on with this story.

Symmetric

"Please," a week female voice panted, struggling to regain her breath. "Stop." It was dark, the darkness where you could put your hand not an inch away from your face and not see it. A loud echoic voice boomed with laughter.

"You think pleading can help you now?" the voice hissed. "I thought you were wiser than that. To think I offered you to join me. You pathetic fool. Crucio."

"No ple-" The woman's plea had been cut of by her shrill screams of terror. The curse was let up briefly. "No more."

The once booming voice had turned to a sly chuckle. It was at that second that the darkness was shattered by a milky white face with bright blood red eyes, that pierced at the poor unfortunate souls that had the great displeasure of looking into them.

"Your wish is my command, Avada Kedavra," the man said, with the standard swish and flick of his wand as though it was common to perform such a horrid curse, that had successfully killed all of it's victims but one. The sad part of it all was that it was common. Lord Voldemort was all to familiar with the killing curse and the other two unforgivable curses. The darkness was again penetrated by a lustrous bright green beam of light. A loud thud was all that was left to be heard, the thud of the now cold and lifeless body of Voldemort's latest victim.

Draco awoke with a bang, from his skull making contact with the floor. He gazed up and out the window off to the side of his bed. The night sky was painted black with millions of jewels scattered across it, with a white orb dead center in the sky. He assumed it was mind-night, which also meant it was June fifth, his birthday. He lied still on the floor, and the dream he had just awoken from was replaying in his mind. Draco was never one to have dreams, or nightmares for that matter, of Voldemort. There had been the occasional few, but never as vivid as this one. He wanted to think into it, more in depth, but he ended up drifting back off to sleep right on the floor.

"Draco," Narcissa murmured while shaking his shoulder slowly, "wake up." His eyes fluttered open slowly to find his mum standing over him, though something was different about her. Every other birthday morning he could remember, he woke up to his mother smiling from ear to ear, with tears glistening in her eyes. Normally by now he would be given the I can't believe your growing up speech. He had grown to expect it, especially for this birthday seeing as how he turned sixteen, one year away from being considered an adult in the Wizarding World. Of course she was smiling and a little teary eyed, but she was hesitant as if she was anticipating something.

"Morning mum," Draco said with a smile.

"Good morning, Dragon. Happy birthday. I made you breakfast."

"Thanks." Draco replied hugging his mum, and heading down stairs to the kitchen, followed by his mother. There he found his father looking a little stiffer than usual scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet. Lucius immediately recognized Draco's presence and put down the paper.

"Happy birthday," Lucius stated, as though he wasn't completely cold hearted. Draco took the seat to the left of Lucius.

"Thank you," he said before reaching for the bacon. Shuffling foot steps could be heard descending from the stairs and into the kitchen. Blaise Zambini, Draco's best friend had just woken up. He had been staying at Malfoy Manor for the summer holidays due to his parents spending there holidays in two different countries.

"Happy birthday, Dray!" Blaise shouted, rather loudly, he was a little to peppy in the morning for Lucius and Draco's liking.

"Thanks."

"Blaise would you mind if we had a word with Draco alone?" Lucius said, sternly.

"No problem," Blaise said, before hustling up the stairs to get changed.

"Dragon," Narcissa began, Draco looked from his food and met her eyes. "This may not be easy for you to understand, but we think your one half of a symmetric."

"You think I'm one half of a what?" Draco asked, rather confused.

"Part of a symmetric," Lucius said, noticing his son's growing confusion he continued. "A symmetric is a pair of wizards, witches, or one of each, whose magic complete one another's." Draco nodded, slightly.

"So you think I'm part of one?" Draco asked, just to check to see if he heard right.

"Yes, we do," Narcissa added.

"Whose my other half?" he asked, quizzically.

"That we do not know. If you are part of a symmetric though, you and your other half will be the last pair since Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin themselves," Lucius informed Draco.

"How do we know if I am part?" Draco questioned.

"There are many ways of knowing, but those I'm afraid you will have to figure out by yourself seeing as how every pair has there own way of knowing," Narcissa added. "Have you been experiencing anything odd lately?"

Well, that dream was rather odd, was it not? Draco thought, Do I tell them? It's probably just nothing. I'm sure everyone has dreams like that. Draco shook his head no to his parents and decided it was best to go back to his room to contemplate his dream, and possibly sharing it with Blaise.

Little did Draco know that not everyone had dreams like his, though over one hundred miles away, Harry Potter had just awoken from the same dream, Draco had.

a/n: hope you enjoied! i think ill be posting a chapter for this story every friday night or maybe every other. it all depends on my other stories that are currently in progress..expect my next chapter for next friday, but i make no promises!

-QueenOfTheGryffindorks