A/R: I know this is sooner than a week, but I just wanted to put it up anyway. Review &/or alert it, 'cause I'm the kind of person that updates regularly. (really, I am)

Disclaimer: I don't like to admit it, but I'm secretly J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter is all mine! Mine, I say! 'gets dragged off to the loony bin'

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Bright.

Draco awoke to the sounds of silence. Under his head he felt, through the hazy fog in his mind, a light surface, almost undetectable, as if it were made from air. His eyelids fluttered, and through the slowly opening slits he could see rims of bright, white light. Too bright.

Groggily, he raised his head, blinking nervously in the unfamiliar glare.

"Welcome," said a disembodied voice, each syllable glowing with reverent meaning.

Draco shivered, he wasn't cold, here, in this strange place, for the first time, he wasn't cold, yet he still shivered. He tried to see the person who had spoken, but wherever he looked, all he could see was the bright glare of light, shining equally brilliantly in every direction.

"You'll get used to the light, eventually," said the voice.

Draco scanned his surroundings, his hand shielding his eyes, but to no avail. The voice that both boomed and whispered, spoke again, appearing to come from the same place as the light: everywhere.

"After all, you won't be leaving anytime soon."