Author's Note: Sooo, this is the completely new version of Dreamscape and I hope people like it,

it's okay if people don't, either way let me know, yes? Yes. Also, I'm sorry for not being on here in

yonkels but I am still going to finish off all my stories, you have my word on that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Harry Potter world, it all belongs to JK and until

I learn mind control it's going to stay that way, sorry.

Warnings: Right, so the warnings for this whole story are as follows; Contains strong violence, scenes

of a sexual nature, strong language, substance use and/or abuse, sensitive topic/issue/theme and of

course it contains slash (same sex pairings) You have been warned; if you have a problem with any

of it then go find another story to read, ciao!

Chapter One: Missing

The hunt for Harry Potter…

It was a bright and sunny day in early November, the birds were singing, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun was twinkling merrily, filling everyone with hope and light and happiness and… oh, who are we kidding? It wasn't a sunny day at all, in fact it didn't even look like daytime as a freak blizzard was rampaging through the countryside and was doing an impressive attempt at demolishing the castle that stood in its path. This was no ordinary castle though and it was lucky for the inhabitants of said castle that it wasn't, for if it was then it and its inhabitants would have been smashed to pulp long hence but this castle was Hogwarts; school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and no mere storm, no matter how psychotic, was going to damage it in anyway. This did not mean, however, that the storm was having no effect at all on the school; as all classes that involved the outside had been cancelled, they could not risk the students being sent flying into the Land of Oz after all.

Thus it was that one snarky blond Slytherin was left wondering the corridors of the castle, his Care of Magical Creatures class having been cancelled. So to fill the time he had ditched his usual, hulking bodyguards and had decided to try and figure out what had become of his school nemesis. His nemesis, Harry Potter, had vanished about a month ago and even though he'd taunted the missing boys best friends about said boy, claiming that he'd ran away because he was a coward and other debasements, he'd gotten no response from the Mudblood and Weasel that told him where the 'boy wonder' was. This led him to two conclusions; either the Mudblood and Weasel didn't know themselves what had happened to their friend or they did know but had been ordered by the sham of a Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to keep it a secret and if the second conclusion was the right one then it was possible that the 'boy wonders' disappearance was quite serious; as he doubted the Weasel would be able to keep quiet in the face of his taunts otherwise.

Either way, he was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery and with the cancellation of his class he had decided that here was a perfect opportunity to try and find the lost boy. As most of the school was still in class he was alone in the deserted corridors, which was probably a good thing as he wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings as he contemplated where to start his search. Thus he was surprised when he glanced around to determine where he was and found himself outside the doors to the hospital wing. Bewildered by where he was, he was just about to turn around and head off in another direction when he had the thought that maybe he should start with a search of the hospital? After all, his nemesis did spend more time in the place than anyone else he knew and it was always possible that his enemy had ran head first into a wall, or something like it, and had ended up in a coma, or something.

So with his mind made up, Draco Malfoy quietly entered the hospital room and, to his own private joy and satisfaction, saw that one of the hospital beds had its curtains drawn, concealing whoever it was that was lying behind them. Cautiously, and making sure that Madam Pomfrey was nowhere in sight, Draco slowly crept towards the curtained hospital bed, heart thumping away in his chest at the fear of being caught before he found out who the beds inhabitant was. Finally, after what felt like miles, he arrived beside the curtained bed and with a deep fortifying breath; the blond haired Slytherin jerked the curtains open and felt his breath catch in his throat at what he beheld. For Harry Potter was indeed the inhabitant of the concealed bed and the boy-who-lived looked close on the verge of death. The boys' once vibrant tanned skin was now deathly pale and the once unruly birds' nest of Potters hair was flat and lifeless; in fact, the only sign that Potter wasn't dead was the rapid movement of his eyes, hidden behind their closed lids. That wasn't the worst of it though, for half of his nemesis' veins were standing out in stark relief against the rest of the boys skin and the veins themselves had changed color, so that they glowed with a white light.

With a sort of vague disbelief that his nemesis seemed so close to death, Draco moved closer to the unconscious boy until he was standing right next to the hospital bed and without understanding at first, he noticed that the air was suddenly warmer, almost hot. It was only now, in close proximity to the unconscious Potter that he noticed that the other boys' skin was slick with sweat and he realized that Potter was giving off an intense, feverish heat. With a nervous glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else had entered the room, Draco reached out with an uncertain hand and slightly shaking fingers until said fingers came in contact with the unconscious Potter's face. As soon as his fingers came in contact with the heated skin of Potter's right cheek, he drew them back quickly with a yelp, as the unconscious boys skin was beyond boiling to the touch.

Draco could not believe the heat of Potter's skin and was certain that the other boy should be dead with a temperature so high but the other boy was still alive, if barely, and Draco wondered why Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to be able to cure the sick boy. Before he could think on it further Draco suddenly realized that he had yelped out loud and that if Madam Pomfrey wasn't here yet then she soon would be and so without another thought of the sick boy, he quickly moved from the bedside, re-closed the curtains and hurried from the room.