Summary: (skip this if you just wanna read)

This is more or so a story about high school romance and drama plus action/adventure of the wizard war... Yes, i realize I didn't put action/adventure on the summary thing... i couldn't... sorry

Hermione is forced by Harry to escape to US, because Ron's dead. He makes up a stupid reason that Voldemort's closest living relative is in Sugar Land, Texas, so Hermione ends up there, looking for him without progress. What she doesn't know is that Draco Malfoy is also there for his own reasons. Living in disguise, Draco Malfoy does not reveal his true physical self to Hermione. But, he does reveal his true persona, long hidden through his years in Hogwarts. Each of them is looking for answers for reason of their existance. Why did they end up in an American suburb? What exactly is Voldemort's last horcrux? But in pursuing the answers, they will find truths that they do not want to know.

This is the first chapter. A lot of time changes occur around the beginning, so don't be confused. Hint: It goes from past(sorta), future, past(really), and present and go toward future from there.

I don't own anything you might recognize, especially stuff from JKR. I'll give credits to where ever I got something from.

This story will go along with a lot of stuff that happened in real life, and a lot of stuff is actually based on stuff that actually happened. Just remember that although a lot of stuff seem like it'll never happen, real life is ALWAYS weirder and more unreal compared to fiction.

Rated T for language, mild drug content, mild sexual content. and possibly end up being M if I end up putting in a sex scene. I don't plan on it though.

I'll chronically go over old chapters and change things around, but i'll never change plot so don't worry.

With the long talk over, enjoy.

Dreams

"Gasp!" the young man jerked awake from what seemed to be a terrible nightmare. Drips of sweat ran down his face, along his neck, past his chest, and absorbed into the white sheets. Panting hoarsely, he put one hand to his chest. He didn't need that to realize that his heart was beating hard, loud. He threw himself out of his bed and fell onto the ground. Face flat on the red marble floor, he feebly pushed himself up with his bare hands. That action alone seemed to have put enough stress on his already exhausted body that he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

One arm holding on to the blood red wall of his room, the man with shaggy, blonde hair slowly lurched into the bathroom.

One hand, soaked in water from the sink, pulled the man's hair backward away from his face, exposing the cold colorless eyes to the reflection of the ancient Victorian mirror. Wet and smooth, his hair immediately metamorphed into spikes as if it was incapable of imperfection.

Looking into the mirror, the man said to himself, "I can't do this any longer. I must leave."

The blonde, now dressed in pitch black robes, crept out of his room, moving slowly and silently to avoid any unnecessary detection. The hallway looked very different from his room. It was pitch black, unlike his room that seemed to be always bright. The dusty hallway seemed to go endlessly; he began walking.

"Inartistic fool" he mouthed, looking at the crude and vulgar objects scattered around.

There were no portraits anywhere, but that seemed to be a good thing. Portraits were very talkative objects; the blonde was trying to pass unnoticed.

After several halls and staircases, he finally reached the outside. It wasn't actually outside, only the exterior of an underground lair. The lair was on an island, surrounded by magma; it was a secular Hell. The only way out was a long passageway across the lava lake that led to an iron gate. The gate didn't look as if it was locked, it was just closed and seemed as if it had not been opened for a millennia.

He marched toward the gate, but the sound of another man's footstep stopped him. "I wouldn't leave like that if I were you. You will die before you even open the gate."

Drawing his wand, the blonde turned around and aimed his wand toward the source of the voice. The source of the voice was a hooded man wearing a skull mask; it was a death-eater. His wand was already drawn, targeting the blonde.

"I still find it pathetic that you changed your name and appearance," the death-eater began. "Can't you see that the Dark Lord found that action to be pathetic? Your action, driven by shame, has only weakened you and torn your soul to pieces."

"What do you know?" the blonde spat.

"I suppose I shall see," the death-eater sniggered. "Can you prove me wrong? I suppose I shall call you Jacob now."

"You shall!" the blonde, named Jacob, fired the first spell at the death-eater.

The death-eater swung his wand and easily deflected the bolt of light. The yellow light shot into the lava, creating a catalytic reaction that caused a large explosion. Rain of magma sprayed all over where Jacob stood as he created a defensive aura to protect himself. The death-eater took the chance to lunge at him, shooting a bolt of fire that was powerful enough to penetrate his aura. Jacob had only enough time to dodge it because the curse was slowed during penetration.The curse shot past him only a paper-thick distance away.

"You've narrowly escaped again, can you do that again?" the death-eater laughed.

"That fine line separates life from death and separates you and me." Jacob smiled arrogantly. "You can't stop me, professor."

"I am no longer your professor, my young comrade." The death-eater shot another curse at Jacob.

Jacob dodged again and the duel began.

The death-eater seemed to be on the defensive as Jacob shot several assortments of spells and curses at his old teacher. The professor chose not do dodge; he merely froze every one of them in mid-air.

"You've made quite an improvement since the last time we dueled. Your dueling ability, speed and spell wise, equals mine now." The professor said as Jacob gave up firing spells by quantity. "But with your recklessness and lack of strategy, you'll never defeat me."

Concluding that, the death-eater deflected all the frozen spells back toward Jacob's proximity. None of them hit Jacob. Jacob eyed his opponent strangely.

"Look around you." The opponent sniggered.

All the deflected spells had shot into the lava, causing countless magma explosions around the surprised blond. Followed by the magma rain, two tidal waves of lava approached Jacob from both directions. They crashed into each other, consuming the bridge along with the aura-protected Jacob.

The death-eater didn't hesitate.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shot the deadly green bolt of light toward Jacob's position as the lava flowed back into the lake, down the un-meltable bridge.

The green light bolt was only 5 yards away from him when Jacob noticed the deadly curse coming toward him at top speed. He was about to die.

But he didn't die. Somehow, he cast a spell on himself that split him into two distinct persons. Jacob himself slid left in a millisecond; the other, a familiar figure by the name of Draco Malfoy, slid right. Just as the death curse shot through right between them, they merged back together, back to one Jacob.

"Well," The death-eater lowered his wand and took off his mask; it showed the surprised visage of none other than Severus Snape. "Unforgivable curses are driven by the desire to cause pain. I care about you too much. That curse wouldn't have given you a nose-bleed."

Jacob, panting with hands on his knee, only stared at his mentor.

"I'm quite surprised by this outcome," Snape, clapping his hands,continued. "Your self separation spell has progressed quite far. By the fact that you managed to separate into two distinct bodies, even for a split second, I see that you may actually be the first to succeed in perfecting that spell in five-hundred years. But I must say; it may be terribly unwise of you to do so. I don't understand why you're risking so much to do this."

"I have my reasons." Jacob now stood straight. "And I won't let you know why, not for now, at least."

"I don't care about that," Snape spat. "I'm here because you're running away like a coward."

"Right," Jacob seemed to have remembered that he was trying to leave the underground lair.

"May I suggest to you that what you are doing is extremely idiotic, nevertheless endangering the people you were trying to protect in the first place?"

"Don't you think I know that!" the blonde snapped, tears almost falling from his eyes. "But I can't go on like this! I can't kill anyone! I don't even hate the people I'm told to hate for Merlin's sake! I'm tired of pretending and using Occlumency every other minute!"

There was a long period of silence as the blonde waited for his former teacher to pick his words and decide upon a reply.

"My dear student, I know what you have gone through over the past seventeen years; but, I also know what your mother had to go through to protect your secret. For her sake, please don't throw your life away that easily."

"Why are you trying to stop me? You've got everything you want now. You've killed Dumbledore and became the Dark Lord's right hand man instead of me."

"And don't you realize I regret that every moment of my life!"

The Jacob's mouth froze as he became puzzled about his mentor's words.

"Don't you understand?" Snape showed his frustration. "He ASKED me to kill him! It was the only way to save you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means that I was never on the Dark Lord's side, you fool!" Snape snapped. "Dumbledore was going to die anyway just as Regulus Black did! I had to kill him to save you!"

Another silence

"So what now?"

"Well," Snape calmed himself and gave a rare, warm smile, "it seems that I'll have to save your family's hide again. I did allow your self-destructing aunt to perform the unbreakable vow on me. I have no choice but to help you."

Jacob looked surprised. He probably thought that he had to kill Snape in order to escape.

"Anyone attempting to pass that gate without the Dark Lord's permission will be teleported into a fire-basilisk's nest under this magma lake. You'd be lucky to be turned into a stone then; but unfortunately, fire-basilisks don't like to open its eyes."

Snape took out an emerald ring from his robe.

"I'd suggest apparition; but, portus, this lair is just like Hogwarts. This ring will transport you to America, but be sure to disenchant it as soon as you get there. It should be safe there as the Dark Lord wouldn't dare provoking a neutral nation with the most wizard population, especially with none of them being pure bloods. It's very ironic to see a nation so involved in muggle affairs be so uninvolved in important wizarding matters; but, we'll use that to our advantage."

"Thank you, sir" Jacob proceeded to touch the ring that was now on the floor.

"Wait!" Jacob halted as his teacher decided to add one last word. "I may never see you again, Draco. Let me see your true face one last time."

"Fine," Jacob, whose real name turned out to be Draco Malfoy, smiled.

With a flick of a wand, the man transformed himself. His spiked hair grew longer and smoother like silk and lay flatly backwards on his head. The dirtiness of his hair washed out as his hair color transformed into white, platinum blonde. The color in his skin washed away, leaving a cold, pale color. Jacob metamorphed himself into Draco Malfoy.

"I suppose I won't be able to see that look anymore," Malfoy's mentor sighed and walked away, "There are dreams and realities, Draco; I hope you'll be able to tell the difference."

As Draco touched the ring and disappeared into thin air, Hermione Granger awakened from her disturbing dream in the arm of the man she fell in love with. Used to weird dreams, she did not jerk awake like Jacob, Jake in short, in her dream.

Careful not to disturb her lover, she turned her head slowly to look at his face. He was indeed the same Jacob as the Jacob who turned into Draco Malfoy, the man she hated the most.

"Could Jake really be Malfoy?" Hermione wondered.

She couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.

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