"Magnus! Run!" Alec had ahold of Magnus' hand, the rain pelted down on his back, their school robes soaking in the water weighing them down, "If we make to the forest, we can get help!" The sound of hoofs on wet earth came from the forbidden forest.

Alec's breath was ragged.

"Halt!" Magnus pulled Alec back from running too far. Emerging from the dark tree line, glowing eyes from men with the bodies of horses, they carried several wooden weapons. Centaurs, "What business do you have contacting our chief?!"

"It's Sebastian!" Magnus called bowing, "Sebastian Morgenstern, he's planning to-"

"We have no interest in helping Wizards," A pale skinned centaur with a leaf on his face stepped forward, "Leave at once."

"But-" Alec started, but an arrow flew through the air and nailed Alec in the shoulder. He fell to the ground. Magnus dropped to his knees next to him, and pulled the arrow out, blood flowing from the wound. He put pressure on it, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Take that as a warning," The Centaur turned back to his herd, leaving the two boys alone.

Magnus woke with a start, his breathing heavy and his face soaked in sweat. It was well past the time that he was supposed to be awake, the visions of his dream still vivid in his mind.

This wasn't the first time that Magnus had dreams like this. When he was 12 he had dreams of his mother dying for months.

Then she died.

It was one of the reasons his father wanted nothing to do with him, he thought his son was defective. Magnus couldn't help that his dreams came to pass.

His favorite premonition was when he dreamt of a blue eyed boy getting ganged up on outside of the Herbology greenhouse. He didn't know what day it was going to happen, but he stuck around the greenhouse to make sure he didn't get hurt. Unfortunately he was late because Professor Garroway had kept him late after his classes.

He found him just in the nick of time.

The dreams about the Centaurs had been more recent these days, Magnus hardly slept. Dreams about Alec getting hurt were the last thing he wanted, and he prayed that it wouldn't come true. He didn't know what he would do if he lost him.

But Alec decided to stay for Christmas holiday, he prayed it was perfect. They never got to spend time with each other that often and Magnus hoped he could make up for lost time.

Someone pulled back the curtains to his bed; he realized he was almost naked under his blankets. Luckily it was only Ragnor, "Wake up, Professor Branwell has been looking all over for you. Says you're Muggle History paper is due."

"So he sent you?" Magnus sighed pulling his blanket around him as he climbed out of bed, "I really am having a hard time here. I need sleep."

"More dreams?" Ragnor asked looking worried, "What are they about, you never tell me."

Magnus wanted to tell his friend, but he didn't to worry him, "It's nothing, just really chaotic." He pulled out some clothes from his trunk, "I'll be there soon, tell Branwell to cool it."

Ragnor stood awkwardly with his hands behind his back, like he wanted to say something else. He decided against it and walked out without another word. He hated making his friends worry, but they wouldn't understand. He tried talking to the Divinations teacher Professor Fade, but he was more interested in cats than actual premonitions.

Fully dressed, Magnus opened the stone wall and stalked through the dungeons. He was feeling very hungry and decided to go to the kitchens to try and get food; he discovered it when found a house elf stuck inside a suit of armor nearby.

Magnus approached the painting of the fruit bowl and tickled the pear; it turned into a green doorknob. As he stepped in he heard a shriek, "Master Bane!" A wide eyed house elf squeaked, "How lovely it is to see you!" She bowed, "Is there anything we can get for you?!"

Several more elves surrounded him expectantly, and then he had an idea, "Could you guys get me some food to eat now, then some for a picnic for two? Maybe deliver it to me later? I have classes the rest of the day." They all bowed and ran off in several directions, some tripping over each other. One blond elf handed him a plate of hot cakes and sausage with a tall glass of orange juice. Another had found him a small stool to sit on while he waited.

Right as he finished his meal, the large eyed elf approached again, "Master Bane is this adequate?" She opened a large box; it was full dinner with bottles of sparkling cider. Magnus was impressed by how neatly it was packed.

"That's looks wonderful," He told her, "Thank you so much. Could I get this at dinner time?"

"Of course!" She jumped up, "Anything for you, Master Bane!"

Magnus said his goodbyes, thankful to the little creatures for being so helpful to him. He was going to drag Alec to the Astronomy tower and he was going to spend some time with him. They could study later; Alec was going to pass all his tests anyway.

"Magnus Bane!" Someone yelled from behind him, he recognized it as Professor Branwell, "What have you been doing this whole time?! You promised me your paper!"

Magnus whipped around, "It's not often you find a teacher chasing down a student for a paper like this professor, people may start to talk."

"Your writing, it's…" Branwell ran a hand through his ginger hair, "Well, I'm sort of addicted to it. It's some of the best work I've ever received. What are you thinking about doing after you leave school?"

This was a touchy subject for him. His father wanted him to join the Ministry, but Magnus just wanted to learn how to make wands and travel, "I'm not too sure Professor, I have a lot I could do."

"True as that is," He reached into his pocket and looked at his watch, "Just remember to do what is right for you. I know about you and that Lightwood boy, you seem quite smitten with him."

Magnus could feel heat reaching his face, "Professor that's-"

"I just mean, if something makes you happy," Branwell smiled showing creases in his forehead, "then do what you want, not what your father wants. Okay?"

"Did you fulfill your desires?" Magnus pressed.

"Not until later," Branwell patted Magnus' shoulder, "I don't regret it though. You have classes now, get on with it. Good luck with your N.E.W.T's." He turned, pocketing his watch. Magnus stared at the back of his head for a bit before he walked to the other direction to potions class.

The castle bells started to ring, and younger students started piling out of their classrooms. Several 5th year Gryffindors emerged from the Transfiguration classroom, and Magnus spotted Alec immediately. They made eye contact, but instead of Alec walking by and sticking with his group like he normally did, he departed from his group and approached him.

"H-hey." Alec said glancing behind himself, Magnus noticed Jace Herondale staring at them, "How was your night?"

Alec's eyes were red and his face puffy, like he had been crying, "It was okay, some crazy dreams is all."

"Like the ones about your mother?" Magnus had never told anyone but his father about them, and Alec was the only person he felt safe telling.

"Yes, only different people." More Gryffindors were standing in a group behind Alec watching warily, "How are you doing? You look like someone told you your mother died."

"Uhm," Alec cleared his throat, "I uh, I think Jace told my dad about us." He whispered the last part, "He's threatening to send me to Durmstrang. He doesn't believe my story about Christmas."

"Your father?"

"Yes my father."

Magnus grabbed Alec's hand and lead him away from the now large group of 5th years that were lurking behind him. He turned the corner and opened the first empty class room he could find. Magnus put his book bag down on the desk at the front of the classroom, and sat on it. Alec stood looking awkward.

"What does Jace even know?" Magnus was trying to be calm, but he felt like he was failing, Alec looked very fearful. He walked over to Magnus, resting his hands on his knees. His head leaned on his chest; he was crying again, his tears falling silently down his red cheeks. "Hey, it's going to be okay."

Alec looked up at Magnus, he looked angry, "Never in my life have I wanted to hit Jace like this before." He put his hands on Magnus' upper arms, "I think Isabelle was trying to get Jace to be understanding about us, saying that houses had nothing to do with our choices. That we could all get along."

"Unfortunately," Magnus said, "Jace is very proud of the house he was sorted into, and he thinks that he has to be hostile with Slytherin to stay true to it."

Alec nodded, "I know, he's a moron. Such a dumbass." Alec took a deep breath, "Will you kiss me?"

Magnus didn't even reply he just pressed his lips softly to Alec's, tasting salt and tears, "Don't cry, my love." Magnus whispered, kissing his cheek, "Things will be okay, we can fix this."

Alec choked a little, "H-how?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to figure it out." He pressed kisses near his ear and neck, "Don't get on that train for Christmas holiday. Stay with me, show your parents that you can make your own decisions and you can be happy with them." Magnus opened his eyes and looked into Alec's, "Are you happy with me?"

"Yes." Alec said pushing back the bangs of Magnus' hair, "Yes, always." He pressed his lips on Magnus' again, his breath coming heavy from his nose, trying to hold back a sob, "I'm just so angry," he said on his lips."

"Everyone is allowed to be angry," Magnus told him, pulling him back, "It's human nature." Pulling out his wand, he tapped a quill on the table with the end of it and turned it into a handkerchief. He reached into his bag and pulled out a flask of water. He pressed the wet handkerchief to Alec's puffy eyes, patting them slightly, "Did you know that I dreamt about you before we met?"

Alec looked shocked, "You did?"

"I did, and I was so happy when I found you." Magnus ran the cloth over his nose pinching it playfully, "I had to find you at the right moment, I almost didn't though."

"I guess I was lucky you're so good with a wand," Alec chuckled scrunching up his nose.

Magnus dropped his tone and leaned in, coming in close contact with Alec's face, "That's not all I'm good with."

Alec pulled his face back, if his face could have gotten any redder it would have, "Magnus," he breathed, "Seriously?" He avoided his gaze, "We need to get back to class."

"Would you do me the honor of skipping dinner and meeting me in the main hall?" Magnus Inquired.

"Skip dinner?"

"I would make sure there was a meal provided of course," He raised his eyebrow and placed the handkerchief in Alec's hand, "I miss you."

"Yes Magnus," Alec finally said, "I'll meet you for dinner, okay?"

"Excellent," Magnus kisses Alec again, trying to drag it out, but Alec pulled away, "Sorry, sorry."

Closing his eyes, Alec shoved the handkerchief into his pocket, pulled his book bag onto his shoulder. He stopped at the door when he reached it and turned around looking Magnus dead in the eyes, "Magnus?" he barely whispered.

"Yes?" Magnus stared at his pink lips.

He licked them then said, "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied with a nod. Alec stepped out of the classroom, straightening his tie and giving him a wink before closing the door.

…

"You're late, Bane," Professor Belcourt sat on her desk, her long hair piled over her shoulder, "Out of all the students of your miserable class? Ten points from Slytherin."

Magnus clenched his jaw shut and took a seat next to Raphael Santiago; he nudged him in the side and whispered, "We're working on love potion."

"That's illegal," Magnus huffed, "Are you kidding me?"

He nodded, no. Magnus glanced over at his Professor, she was staring at him with hunger in her eyes, she wore a low cut dress shirt under her green robes. He felt a shiver go down his spine, not the good kind, "She wants to devour you, doesn't she?" Ragnor said in the row behind him.

Magnus raised his hand, "Professor, I refuse to work on this potion."

Professor Belcourt looked amused, "And why not?" She bit her bottom lip.

With a deep breath Magnus said, "Because it is illegal to make love potions. Luckily for me, I'm already in love, so I don't need this rubbish." He stood, grabbing his bag with every intention of going to the headmaster, "Also," he approached her, and she looked like she was in a daze, her eyes taking him in, "I want to do this."

He gathered several bottles from his potions kit and dumped as many random assortments as he could into the deep pink cauldron. A thick, black, putrid cloud erupted from the liquid with a loud bang. Professor Belcourt toppled off her desk, astonishment on her pastel face.

"Detention!" She screamed, her face in a deep scowl, "Get out, get out of my class you demon!"

Laughing, Magnus sprinted out of the dungeons, only stopping to catch his breath. That woman was the demon, trying to seduce students every year. She had been on him since 3rd year, and he wanted to do something like that to her ever since he knew her.

There was some time before classes were over, and Magnus was still exhausted. Quickly he went to the infirmary and found Madame Loss, "Magnus Bane, what is it this time?"

"Professor Belcourt?"

"When will you go to the headmaster about that harpy?" She crossed her arms looking cross.

"I will," Magnus sat down on one of the cots, "Just as soon as I get decent sleep." Madame Loss pulled a cup from one of the side cabinets and stuck her wand in it, soon there was steam coming from the top. She handed it to him, sitting next to him, "I can't sleep these days, my dreams are awful."

Madame Loss pushed the cup to his lips, "Drink that dear, it will take away any dreams you may have. I do feel sorry for you, having the sight and everything." Her Russian accent was thick, it always amused Magnus. Madame Loss was his favorite, she was like the mother he never had.

"The last thing I want is for people to feel sorry for me." Magnus admitted, "I don't really mind that I'm not normal, I'm just going nuts without rest." He let the let the hot liquid pass his lips, relief swept over him.

"Lie down; I'll get you excused from the rest of classes. Headmaster-" Madame Loss dropped her sentence, and looked at the door to the infirmary.

Professor Garroway looked ragged, deep dark circles painted his eyes, his glasses were crooked on his nose, "Catarina, do you have my potion?"

"My heavens!" She exclaimed, "I nearly forgot, I am so sorry." She looked truly remorseful running to the back briskly.

"Don't fret," Garroway fell onto the bed next to Magnus', he looked like he was about to feint, " Magnus Bane, what brings you here?"

"Night terrors and premonitions. You know, the usual." Magnus said flatly, "You?"

He was silent in thought then said, "About the same, I guess. Minus seeing the future." Madame Loss came in holding a clear liquid in a bottle, "Ah, Catarina, you sweet girl." He took the potion and put it into the front of his robes, "You never let me down."

"I don't understand why you don't have Belcourt make it for you," She rubbed her temples, "She would be able to make bigger batches."

"I don't like dealing with that cradle robber," He shrugged, then stood nodding to Magnus, "See you tomorrow, bright and early?"

Magnus tipped his head and laid down, the effects of the potion finally starting to sink in. Unfortunately it wasn't strong enough, he still made out the shapes but they were blurred and there was no sound.

Magnus woke to Madame Loss shaking him awake, shoving another potion in his face. After he consumed it he felt better, his nerves coming alive like fire. Madame Loss shooed him out of the infirmary, giving his hand a quick squeeze and telling him, "If you need me, come back. Now get out!"

Sleep had done well by Magnus, he could make out shapes again, and life wasn't a blur. When he saw Alec standing by the great hall, his eyes seemed to twinkle. Magnus missed that.

Collecting himself, he ran up to Alec and grabbed his hand without a word.

Maybe tonight they could be together without interruption.