Author's Note: I had this idea that kept bugging me and it just needed to be written. :) I changed the title because of a friend's request.

SUMMARY: Harry knew he was dead. Can Harry find his way to a fresh new start in the after-life with the help of a guide that looks exactly like his school rival? Is it really to late to save him? HP/DM Slash, Warning for character death, language and sexual scenes.

DISCLAIMER: If I own Harry Potter and the other characters you'll find me sunbathing on a wonderful sunny morning on the sands of a beach resort I own, enjoying a piñacolada under a big colorful umbrella. :D Unfortunately, I don't.

CHAPTER 1

Heaven

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A green flash of light. A cold, heartless laugh. Then there was nothing.

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Darkness. Everything felt wrong. Not one bloody thing was in its proper place. It was cold. He felt lonely. Numb. Nothing felt so remotely familiar. This has happened before.

He felt alone. He was alone. No one was there for him. No one. No one cared. No one bothered. It was always like this. It had been always like this.

Not one person looked at him. They just passed through like he never existed. He clenched his hands into fists, anger boiling up inside him. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They should notice him. They must notice him. Why was this happening? Why now? Why now that he finally felt significant. Now that he felt like somebody. This can't be happening. He won't let this continue. He felt like… he felt like…

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'Shit.' Harry woke up, feeling empty and confused. 'What just happened?' He tried opening his eyes to no avail. He was just too tired to even open it. He felt strangely warm and contented despite his weak, protesting body. It was the peculiar feeling of contentment that urged him to remember why he was feeling that way.

He sighed, letting his memory of the past event flood through him.

There he was, in the middle of the Great Hall fighting Voldemort when suddenly, a pair of strong arms grabbed him from behind as the grouchy snake-like man hissed and shot him an unforgivable. He had no time to get a good look at his rescuer when a curse from a Death Eater rushed towards him and missed him by merely an inch. He felt the arms that grabbed him loosen his hold and he heard a soft thud on the floor. Harry heard a woman scream followed by some scrambling towards the now unconscious body behind him. He felt his blood now boiling in anger as he strode forward to the ugly man who's to blame for hundreds of deaths: his parents, the innocent people who died, and even his unknown rescuer. With new found resolve, he pounced on the man he hated the most, even surprising himself for even getting that close. He tried strangling him but the old snake new better and just laughed as Harry was instantly shoved away by an unseen force the Dark Lord had summoned. Harry hit a wrecked wall and slid down to the floor. He was hardly conscious when Voldemort shot his final curse that was barely audible with all the people screaming his name at the same time.

A green flash of light. A cold, heartless laugh. Then nothing…

That was it. That was all he could remember.

Harry sighed heavily this time. 'What now?' He felt himself lying on something warm and comfortable. 'If death's this cozy, I might as well stay dead and not come back for that stupid ugly snake...' He thought for a moment and snorted realizing how stupid he must have sounded. 'As if I can come back…'

It was then that it hit him full force. The mother of all realizations collapsed on top of him and drowned him from his current relaxed state.

Harry knew that green light too well to not to assume that he's still alive. 'Well, Voldie finally got what he wanted.' He couldn't help thinking what will happen to the people he left now. Guilt crushed him and left him feeling weaker than before. He couldn't do anything now for them. For the first time in his fucked-up life, he felt defenseless. There's nothing he could do to save them. It was his entire fault. Just because of a single blasted moment.

He's dead. Gone. No one can save him this time. He already lost his mother because of that; even a few others had risked their lives protecting him. He was all whom they trusted. He was their only hope. But what did he do? He threw all their hopes away by dying and leaving them with The Bastard of all Bastards, The Ugliest Hissing Monstrosity alive, The Slimiest Snake that had ever crawled the earth…

He almost laughed at the titles he made for Voldemort. Almost.

He still felt sick and sorry because he won't see his friends again: Ron, Hermione, everybody. He can now imagine them gathering around his limp form, sobbing. Mrs. Weasley was clutching his body and holding him like he was her own. His friends were there too; others were silently crying while hugging the person nearest them for support and strength. Hagrid was crying his eyes out while occasionally blowing his nose with one of the House tablecloths. Ron and Hermione were kneeling in front of Mrs. Weasley and his dead body, silently crying and comforting each other.

The feeling doubled when he thought of Ginny who must be controlling the urge to cry right now although Harry knew she was bawling deep inside because of guilt and shame of herself. He could almost see her trying to keep her face straight and composed because she was a brave little girl and all that crap. Yeah, amazingly, he didn't feel he cared anymore.

'I caught her cheating on me… twice!' he thought bitterly. 'She might as well have killed me that very moment.'

Yes, the feeling had doubled but he's not sick because he felt guilt and remorse, but because he felt disgusted and betrayed instead. The anger that was now consuming him kept him from being depressed. He loved Ginny. He just didn't give a damn about her anymore. He figured it was at that moment when he caught her cheating on him with stupid ferret boy that he felt like it was time for him to finally clear his mind and open his eyes.

There's nothing he can do now. Nothing can change his fate. For the people he left, he knew that it won't be easy for them to get rid of Voldemort. He just hoped no one will join him in his untimely death.

His mind continued to wander as he shifted his position, aching to feel the comfortable thing he was lying on once again. He couldn't figure out what it was and his curiosity started kicking in.

He kept his eyes shut as he used his hand trying to feel what it was when he realized it felt surprisingly like a shag rug. It felt great in his hands. He furrowed his brows in confusion, wondering where he could possibly be but kept his eyes closed. He tried sensing his surroundings for more clues.

Silence.

It was too quiet it was deafening. He tried to listen intently for any form of sound but there was nothing at all.

'O…kay. This is weird. Where the hell am I?'

He decided to open an eye to take a peek (and he was glad he could open it already w/o any pain) but immediately shut it tight as he was almost blinded by a bright light. He scrunched up his face as his eyes adjusted from hurting. It took time for his eyes to get accustomed to the light as he blinked his way to get back his vision only to widen his emerald orbs at the sight before him.

White. Everything was white. He immediately sat up thanking God no pain shot through his body. He looked around and surveyed his surroundings.

He was dead, that's for sure. 'So is this the after-life? Heaven? Hell?'

He might not be that confident when he was alive and even felt a little insecure of himself back then but now he's confident and certain enough that with all the things he did in his past life, there's no way he's going to end up in hell. This was just one of those things he knew without asking for Hermione's or anybody's help. He just hoped he was right.

'Yep, everything's white - the freaking typical after-life heaven cliché. Great.' He stood up and raised a brow at the perfectly white shag rug under his feet. 'Who knew heaven could be so… er, stylish."

He scanned the room once again only to find the space expanding outwards to white nothingness. No walls, no ceiling, just the rug, him and… nothing.

'What now?' he repeated in his head. 'Okay, I'm here and I'm dead. Shouldn't there be anyone who'll be waiting for me once I get here? Dumbledore? Sirius? My parents?'

But there was no one. Harry felt even more alone and he's starting to get worried. He remembered his conversation he had with Hermione in the library when he was still alive.

Flashback

"Harry? Are you alright?"

He sighed, poking his unfinished ten-inch Potions essay with his quill, causing the ink to blot and smudge. 'Great. Stupid Snape.'

"I'm fine Hermione. Just trying to finish my wonderful essay."

Hermione gave him an odd look and continued working on her Arithmancy table. Harry stared at her wondering why she didn't push the topic further. Hermione might have noticed his staring and decided to look up, raising one brow. She wore a knowing smile that made Harry feel worse.

"What?"

"Fine! I'll tell you!"

Hermione just shrugged and gave him her undivided attention. Harry was fidgeting a bit, head bowed down as if in silent prayer. His eyes were closed too and his brows furrowed. Hermione waited patiently for him to start and figured out he just needed time and braced herself for what was coming. Of all the reactions she thought of, she never thought Harry would look up, crying.

"If I fail killing Voldemort Hermione, do you think they'll be waiting for me in heaven?"

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione went to his side and hugged him tightly. It was rare that Harry showed them any sign of weakness but then it was only yesterday that Harry found out about the prophecy and told Ron and Hermione about it.

"You won't fail, I'm sure of it. So you better stop thinking like that Harry James Potter because you know we're all here to protect and help you all the way! Don't ever think that, okay?"

Harry nodded and blinked back tears. He looked at Hermione straight in the eyes. She looked like she wasn't going to let go of him until he stopped crying.

"Thanks Hermione. It's just that I know I always seemed brave and all, but now that I think about the prophecy I haven't been more terrified in my life. I don't think I could handle the pressure knowing that thousands of lives depend on me killing the git."

"No one's asking you to be brave Harry. We trust you. We know for a fact you'll never fail because, well because you're fighting for the Light. And you know the good side never loses," Hermione said with a smile. Harry almost laughed at the cliché.

"I know."

A comfortable silence passed with Hermione still comforting Harry.

"So, you okay now?"

Harry finally looked up at her with a small smile. He nodded. Hermione let go and went back to her position across the table from Harry.

"But, just in case Hermione. You know, if I fail? Do you think they'll be there for me?"

Hermione stared at him seriously. She knew fully well who 'they' were. She knew better than to dive in to the past topic and convince her friend once again that he won't fail. She knew Harry already accepted the idea. She felt sympathy for Harry as she grabbed his hand from across the table and squeezed it affectionately.

"Of course Harry. I'm sure they will be."

End Flashback

"Yeah, they're here all right," Harry said bitterly. "Maybe I'm just at the wrong place… or Hermione was wrong."

'Only one way to find out.' He sighed and decided to walk around a bit. It was only then that he realized he was barefooted and nude. He felt no embarrassment as he looked down at himself, assuming that everyone's starting anew in the after-life and everybody's equal so clothes weren't really necessary.

Before, he felt self-conscious because he knew he was skinny as a matchstick but as years went by, his body developed into a more muscular frame, even sporting a tan. His hair was still the same though, ever unruly and messy. He stopped trying to tame it in his fourth year after the Yule Ball, realizing that even the most expensive hair product he burrowed from Hermione couldn't do its job. He just left it as it is, not even bothering to comb all these years. He chuckled at the memory of the look on Hermione's face when she found out he had never combed his hair since fourth year.

He continued walking for hours not knowing where he was headed. He didn't look like he had moved from his starting position. His surroundings were still the same – a white expanse of nothing.

Harry felt his legs started to ache until he got a whiff of something that strangely smelled like… hair gel? He knew what it smelled like because he always smelled that back in school. One time was when he used the same-smelling product for the Yule Ball and loads of times when…

He stared into space trying to remember those times. He just couldn't figure out when.

'Weird.'

He stopped and kneeled. He sniffed around a bit not caring if he looked like a dog at the moment. He went on and on while following the scent of lime hair gel and continued crawling while madly sniffing until his head bumped into something.

He looked up slowly, his eyes growing wider and wider as his eyes slowly took in the sight of perfectly pale pair of legs. He followed the sight up, noticing they were elegantly crossed, a leg on top of the other. Bit by bit, his emerald eyes dramatically looked up slowly and blushed as he noticed the owner of the legs was sitting down on a huge white boulder, wearing nothing at all. His eyes traveled upwards to the man's (yeah, it wasn't hard figuring it out since he already saw everything) stunning chest to the pale neck to his…

He fell back and pushed himself away immediately as he saw the man's handsome face staring at him patiently.

"MALFOY?!"

Harry's mouth was hanging open in shock as he took in the entire sight.

Being nude wasn't the worst part. Malfoy's got wings.

A/N: Haha.. sorry. I know it's a little lame 'coz I'm not exactly a pro in writing fics so ..yeah.. :) I also apologize if ever you have spotted any grammatical errors and such. English isn't really one of my strong points since I don't speak english often. This is just the first time I've ever written a fic so please have mercy and review so that I could improve... (puppy dog eyes)

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Sorry it was short. Was it bad? Please review! Thanks a bunch!

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