AN: Obviously ghosts do not have beating heartbeats or need to breathe, but to describe emotional circumstances in this they shall be used just for the imagery.

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Chapter 1: Home

14th December 2005

How many times have I told them to stop with the joking around this time of year? I have no tolerance for those twins, can't they understand I have no interest in laughing at whatever human they've decided to trick this time and just want to be left alone? It's the same thing every year, they may have died a few days after me but they knew me as their Prince! This is my home! This is….. this was Harry's home.

Why in the name of Heaven did I have to get their idiotic younger brother as my Guiding Angel too? Between all three of them I don't have much of a chance of ever having peace and quiet or ever finding Harry. Ron's had 900 years to get his soul back in this castle and he's so far missed every reincarnation! He's not worth the halo he wears!

I hate December; every day that passes brings me closer to the horrible memories of what happened on the 26th, all those years ago. Even though all my memories of my love are here, I just wish December would disappear It's been over 900 years and I still remember that day so vividly, I could never forget it, and I hope Sirius is rotting in hell for murdering him.

Draco paused in his writing, lost in unpleasant memories for a moment, before dibbing the nib of his quill in the small black ink pot to his right, and placing it back to the parchment. He sat there staring at the pages for a moment, before he began to write again.

I find myself staring at these pages again, wondering how many more times I shall be writing in these journals until I find Harry again. I don't know what will happen when, or even if, I do find him, but I chose to stay here of my own free will, I do not care if I have to wait until the end of time itself if it means I can see him one last time.

I've spent these first two weeks of December down in Harry's old room now, nothing but my memories and looking through my previous journals from when I was alive. I think I'll stay here until the new year, I have no desire to go back up to the students and the twins, I just want to be left alone with my thoughts, because they're the only things I have left to hold on to.

Draco placed the quill back on the desk and leant back on the large oak chair he was sitting on. He let the ink dry for a few moments, the one candle on the desk flickering gently, before closing his journal and pushing the chair back across the cold stone floor and getting up. He placed his journal on top of another pile of journals resting on the floor in one corner, and decided to look over some more entries of old.

The room itself was old, hundreds of years old, older than Draco's death. The once glorious tapestries that covered the dark stone walls now rotted away, the four poster bed that was once the main pride of the room now dust amongst the cobwebs. The one tiny window in the room at the very top of the wall had long since been blocked by earth and stone, for the room that had once belonged to the Prince's lover had been buried under time itself. No one knew how to get there, no one knew it even existed; it had been forgotten by all except one.

When Draco died, when he came back as a spirit, he had asked the Arch Angel Hermione for one thing. He wanted to continue writing in his journals, something he had always done his whole life, and she had granted his request. She gave him books that would never grow old, gave him a quill that would never turn blunt, an ink pot that would never run out, a desk and chair that would never lose themselves to time, and one ever burning candle. She had told him to keep them in a safe place, on the one condition that no living human must ever find them.

Draco had chosen to keep them in Harry's room, scaring off anyone who dared to come near it, throwing things and generally doing what ghosts do best to keep people away. So, after so many years, no one knew the room existed, it was for Draco alone, and although time seeped away at the items once in the room leaving nothing but cold blank stone in the dark, Draco had never once wished he had chosen somewhere else. This was the room he had spent so much time in, sneaking away from his royal quarters in the in the secret passage way he had told his, once, faithful servant Sirius to construct.

This was Harry's room, the room that held the only happy memories he could say he truly had when alive, and he would never, never, let anyone enter.

"Oi! Oh royal arse, you down here?"

Well, except perhaps for them. Keeping living people out wasn't a problem; keeping trouble making twin ghosts who could float through walls was an entirely different matter.

"How many times have I told you to leave me alone when I'm down here?" Draco shot an angry glance up at the torsos of Fred and George Weasley which were currently handing upside down through the ceiling, "And I'm still your Prince, I except some respect."

"Ah so you are down here!" George said ignoring him "Come on, Ron wants to see ya."

"Well unless he has some good news I really don't want to see him." Draco said annoyed, flicking through a journal he'd just pulled out third from the top pile.

"I think it is, he says he wants to know how you're getting on with 'him' here." Fred said, shrugging.

Draco placed the journal back in the pile when he realised it wasn't the correct date he was looking for, and traced his finger down the spines of each journal looking for the date he wanted, "With who here?" he asked, not really interested but knowing after so many years it was better to just humor them then to get annoyed, because the more he got annoyed the more he gave them to feed off of and gave them an excuse to pick on him more.

"Dunno, but Ron says he's surprised you haven't called for him to see you, he thought you might want to thank him," Fred said, floating down and turning back upright to walk on the floor, "actually he was pretty offended that you hadn't, but considering you guys hate each other anyway it must be a bummer for him having to help the stuck up prince who-"

Draco stopped looking for the journal he wanted and looked over at him. If he didn't interrupt him now he would go on all day, "-I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been down here for two weeks."

"Well we dunno what he's talking about either," George said still floating upside down through the ceiling, "but come up would'ya? He says Hermione won't let him come back until you say you're ok, which means we're gonna be stuck with our little brother boasting how he got to be an angel…which means he'll be around you more often too." He added smirking, knowing that would get his attention, which it did.

"Fine." Draco said thoroughly annoyed, "But after whatever he wants just leave me alone for this month."

"Yeah yeah we know, it's your "time of the year" and all." George said, shooting upwards to join his brother, the two of them grinning and disappearing up through the ceiling

Draco sighed. This had better be good.

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There were two things that Draco didn't like about being a ghost. The first was that he couldn't change out of the clothes he was in. What he died in is what he had been wearing ever since. He wore a short sleeved, deep sea green jerkin tunic made of crushed velvet, with silver hems and a vee-shape open neck style at the front, black cords criss-crossing their way across the gap. Underneath he wore a simple long sleeved, white poet shirt with a high neck collar, and black cotton pants that held rather tightly across his skin. The black boots he wore came up high over his ankle, a large silver buckle on the side of each. The pride and joy of his outfit however was the crushed velvet cloak he wore, the same colour as his tunic, kept around his neck by a silver Celtic Padstow Cross clasp. It too was trimmed with silver at the hems, and at least a foot of it dragged behind him on the floor. He loved this cloak because Harry had been the one who made it for him. When he was alive Harry had been a tailor's son, and this cloak had been the first gift he had given him. Draco was always glad that, even though he couldn't technically change clothes anymore and missed the other expanse of royal clothes he had once owned, he at least still had Harry's cloak.

The second thing, was that apart from getting into Harry's room, Draco never liked floating through walls or people, even after 900 years it still kind of freaked him out and only ever did it when absolutely necessary. Necessary usually being to get away from the twins. He even tried to step out the way of people walking towards him, although admittedly that took a bit of getting used to at first. Being a Prince when he was alive he was used to other people moving out the way when he walked towards them, and bowing as he passed, and he certainly didn't get that anymore.

This had always pissed off his Guiding Angel for he was always in a rush, so when visiting Draco on Earth he'd have to wait for the guy to walk up the stairs and down the corridors to see him. Ron always appeared in his Royal Quarters in Gryffindor Tower, which back in the olden days had been a gigantic room with red and gold tapestries, bed sheets made of the finest materials, and expensive statues and paintings. Since the castle had been bought by the Dumbledore family 150 years ago though and turned into a boarding school, his room had been renovated and split into 10 separate bedrooms for the students. This had highly annoyed Draco, but being ghost, he didn't really have much of a choice.

The one room that had remained the same though was the entrance way to his bedroom, which had now been turned into a common room for the students living in the Gryffindor tower, and this is where Ron usually appeared.

Passing a student as he rushed off to a class, Draco paused at a classroom door when he heard a sort of rushed scuffling behind it, and suddenly Fred and George came tumbling through the wall in a fit of laughter, Draco hearing a "Detention with Professor Snape!" being shouted in the classroom.

"What are you two doing now?" Draco sighed as the twins tried to regain some composure.

"Picking on the new guy." Fred finally managed to blurt out before bursting out laughing again.

"Yeah, he's gonna be so confused on who actually threw that book at Flitwick's back." George laughed, holding onto his brother.

The two continued to try and breathe properly, before Fred frowned at Draco, "Hey aren't you supposed to be with Ron?" he asked.

"That's where I'm going."

The twins looked at each other for a moment, before grinning back at Draco, "Can't leave you alone can we?" Fred grinned.

"You don't learn that the world doesn't revolve around you anymore." George grinned just as wildly at the annoyed look on Draco's face.

"Well come on then!" they said in union, and grabbing Draco's arms one each side, shot up into the air and through the ceiling taking him with them.

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"It's about bloody time!"

When Draco and the twins appeared in the common room of Gryffindor Tower, students who didn't have a class at this moment sitting studying or chatting quietly, they found a very fuming Angel staring down at them from the ceiling.

"Hey little bro!" the twins chorused, "Your halo's crooked again."

Ron, who was wearing the well known long white tunic that every Angel visiting Earth had to wear, reached up to his halo that was once again dipping down to one side, and straightened it.

"I swear I got the end of the production line of these things." He said, fluttering his large white wings in annoyance, "But anyway don't change the subject!" he glared at his brothers pointing at them.

Ron and his twin brothers had been servants in the kitchen's 900 years ago, and had died a few days after Draco in a fire there. When the twins remained on earth as ghosts, they had at first been very humble towards Draco when they found he haunted the castle too, but soon after -and Draco was ashamed to say only 2 weeks- the twins had shown their real colours when they realised they didn't have to be so formal with him as he was dead, and ever since had treated Draco….well, let's just say without the proper respect and courtesy Draco had continually tried to pound into their empty heads.

"What do you want?" Draco asked Ron, crossing his arms and staring up at him, wanting to get this over with and get back down to Harry's room.

Ron however, just seemed to stare at him, "What do I want?" he repeated slowly, "After all these years and that's the thanks I get? Bloody hell you know you could be a little more grateful Your Highness." He added spitefully.

"I have no idea what you're blabbering on about so just get on with it." Draco glared at him.

Ron stared at him for another moment, the twins finding amusement in blowing the pages over in a book lying on a desk a girl was trying to study from, before his mouth gaped open, "You really don't know do you?" he said, Draco not removing his glare.

"Apparently not."

"I found him!" Ron said in a tone of voice that asked for praise, and Draco's glare suddenly slipped away, "He's been here for two weeks, haven't you seen him yet?"

Draco stared with dubious eyes up at his Guiding Angel, not wanting to think he was talking about who he hoped he was talking about in case he was immensely heartbroken, "Who?" he asked quietly.

"Harry!" Ron blurted out, and Draco felt his heart stop in his chest, "I finally found his recent reincarnation! After I kicked out one of the students who lived here two weeks ago by making him suddenly have a revelation that he wanted to be nuclear scientist than anything historical, he moved right in."

It can't be. Draco took a step back, his breath hitching in his throat, the school bell ringing out across the castle signifying the end of the current lesson.

"Not a bad match up physically either. I know your Harry was a brunette, this one's got black hair, but everything else matches. Green eyes, kind of short, the whole shebang. AND!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, getting rather excited about the whole thing, "He's got the Lightening Bolt mark on his forehead, which means he's definitely a reincarnation of someone, it's got to be your Harry! At least it better be him, that's why I'm here, Hermione wants me to check up to make sure."

Ron floated there with a grin on his face waiting to hear a round of "Thank you"'s and "You're so wonderful"'s thrown at him, but Draco it seemed was frozen to the spot as he stared up at him. His usual annoyed grey eyes were wide, unfocused as everything Ron had just told him sunk in.

Harry was….here? 900 years and….and….

Draco could feel himself quivering in shock, and in a moment of rare emotional show, his throat felt like it had closed and he chocked back a sob.

"Green eyes?" Fred suddenly inquired, looking up as the girl he was blowing the pages of the book at walked over to a nearby window frowning and trying to find a draft.

"Black hair?" followed George, "Doesn't have glasses does he?"

Ron nodded.

"That's the new guy!" they both exclaimed happily, "That's who—"

"THAT'S WHO YOU'VE BEEN PICKING ON?" Draco shouted at them furiously, his frozen state of shock obviously now vanished, and he disappeared into the floor, forgetting he didn't like to do that, and in leaving a very disgruntled Ron in the common room rushed back over to the classroom he'd seen Fred and George tumble out of.

This couldn't be real, it couldn't be him, after so many years had he finally come back to the castle? Would he really be seeing his Harry again? Would this be the last night he'd spend alone with his memories? Draco had longed for this moment, and if this person wasn't Harry he was personally going rip Ron's wings off!

Appearing through the classroom door, he found it empty, and suddenly thought that it must have been Harry that Professor Flitwick had given detention to, which meant he'd be in Professor Snape's office. Once again not caring he was passing through walls and people, Draco hurried down to the first floor and down the stairs into the entrance of the Slytherin Dungeons.

When Draco was still alive, these had not been dungeons, but servant quarters. Around 200 years after his death when the country was at war, the quarters had been turned into dungeons for prisoners, and had been given the name of the Slytherin Dungeons.

Well, all but one room they'd used, the one small room at the very back, the one with the tiny window right at the top of the room they'd all been too scared to go near. That room was Harry's room, and Draco had made sure that no half rotting prisoner was going to be thrown in that room, and besides, he still needed to keep his journals a secret. If any humans found journals from someone that had died so many years previous with current dates on them, well, the supernatural world as they knew it would be completely re-written, and humans were not ready to know that all, or at least most, of the ghost sightings around the world had been true.

The dungeons themselves had long since been closed and banned to students, the huge old oak door that was the entrance covered in wooden planks nailed across them, chains and bolts keeping them firmly in place with a red "DO NOT ENTER" sign attached very clearly to the front of it. But there was one room before the entrance that was just above ground level, and this was the office of Professor Snape.

Draco was about to rush through the door, when he paused, his heart beat racing. What if Harry really was just the other side of this door? What if the person he had loved even after death was just standing the other side of this piece of wood?

He swallowed the lump in his throat nervously and found himself shaking again. He reached up with one hand and gently placed his fingers against the door, the edges of them fading slightly through it, and in one moment of nervous bravery, stepped through.

"I mean I've always had this dream on and off all my life, but I've dreamt it every single night since I got here. I don't know, maybe I'm just loosing it in general. What do you think Hedwig?"

Hedwig hooted softly, but her eyes were not on Harry, they were looking just behind him, to his Highness Prince Draco Malfoy, looking for the first time in 900 years at the man he loved more than his own life.

Draco stood in front of the door, looking at Harry casually leaning back in his chair, feet resting up on the desk to one side, smiling at the owl oblivious to the spirit behind him that she was actually looking at.

Draco could find no words, no thoughts, to describe what he felt at that moment. It was Harry, it really was him. Not just the appearance but, he could feel his soul, the soul he loved, sitting there right in front of him. Every emotion Draco hadn't felt since Harry had been murdered, every thought of love and adoration, every feeling of completeness and serenity he hadn't felt in 900 years swept over his soul, and for that moment Draco felt as if he was alive again.

His eyes soften, glistening with tears he didn't realise he could shed anymore, and a smile reached his lips, a smile that only Harry had ever truly seen. It was a smile that released every tension he had, every depressing day he'd spent wandering this castle hoping to see his love's face once again, a smile that said to anyone who would have been able to see it that, this young man standing here, was beyond a doubt utterly in love.

Draco tried to will his legs to move, his arms to move, heck his brain to move, but he couldn't think of anything but painting this beautiful creature in his mind so he would never forget this moment again.

"Potter, feet off!"

Draco finally managed to avert his eyes from Harry when he realised the door behind him had opened up through him and in walked Professor Snape, snapping at Harry to get his feet of the desk and to get rid of that owl. The moment's eye movement seemed to engage Draco's brain back into work, and he walked around the right side of the desk, watching Harry with love filled eyes as he sat back up reaching for his glasses.

Bang!

Heavy books were dropped on the desk and Harry dropped his glasses to the floor. Draco knelt down on one knee just to one side in front of Harry, and being so close he could see the sparkling green of his eyes, and it made his heartbeat grow faster. He looked down at the glasses on the floor, and suddenly smiled gently. Looking back up at Harry and the Professor, Harry obviously trying not to smirk at an enrage Snape as he wiped at his chair, Draco slowly picked up the glasses, folded them neatly so they wouldn't break, and placed them at the edge of the desk..

The look on Harry's face as he leant down to pick up the glasses that were no longer there made Draco smirk cheekily to himself. Harry was so cute, always had been, it was those green eyes and that boyish smile that had drawn him to him in the first place. That day they first met, it was an automatic attraction, and Draco hadn't even liked boys before. But when Harry had looked up at him slowly through those long eyelashes with that gentle smile after bowing in front of him, it was like any other person to be involved with romantically disappeared in that moment.

Draco got up from the floor and stood behind Harry's chair, and smiling gently, he reached out and brushed his fingers across the back of Harry's neck. He knew he couldn't touch him, dead souls could not touch a living one, but when Harry raised his hand to rub at his neck where he'd touched him, Draco couldn't hide the uncharacteristic grin that lit up his face. He knelt down again, leaning in close so his bangs of hair disappeared through Harry's own, and he gently kissed the back of his neck.

"What's so funny Potter?"

"Nothing sir."

Draco looked up at him, a smile residing on his love's cheeks. Someway, somehow, his reincarnated soul knew that Draco was there, and Draco matched that smile.

He was home.

To Be Continued…

AN: I forgot to mention this in the prologue, but the rating in this will be moving up to an R later on, or an M as it's called now. In fact it's very possible that I will be creating a couple of NC-17 parts of this (possible, haven't actually written any before so I don't know how great they'd be), but as I obviously can't place them here, keep an eye out on this site: www(dot)livejournal(dot)com/userinfo.bml?userstarrosefanfic. It's a community for my fanfiction (only just started it), where I place updates with my own personal notes about the new chapters to my stories that I may not put here, and where people can post fanart for my fics (none for HP yet I'm afraid, just my other fics), so keep an eye out for extra bits (smiles).