Disclaimer: obviously don't own it.

Same Prologue, but I'm changing the story completely. I got tired of it before, and no one really liked it pass the prologue. So here it is done up and new. I'm estimating it to be at least ten Chapters. Read & Review. I won't know if it sucks if no one says nada. I would love a beta but I'm not sure if I'm entitled to one yet.

This version is more focused on Harry and his relationship with Draco. The theme feeling for this is My Chemical Romance's new album Danger days: True lives of the fabulous killjoys and their old one Black Parade. So expect to see some lyrics in here from them. Tata.

Sleepless

Harry sat in the chair, head lolling to one side, half asleep as he listened to McGonagall teach. It wasn't that she was boring. Harry was truly dead tired. Sleep hadn't been his closest friend recently. Nights of sleeping at ten only to wake up every half an hour and then not be able to pass out until five only to have to wake up at six were making him delirious. It danced around him, tagging him before leaping away again.

Harry was tired, very.

His fingers fiddled with an elastic band. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself semi awake. Outside the weather was calm with only a slight breeze making the leaves rustle. Harry wanted to be out there, asleep, under a tree maybe. It was good weather compared to the harsh bouts of rain and long hot days that they'd had recently. He wanted to be outside, the weather looked nice enough for some flying even. He missed flying, time was essential and he needed it to sleep whenever he could which meant all the time.

Sighing softly he pulled his eyes drearily away from the window to stare ahead.

He frowned when all he saw was Malfoy's back. He forgot the blonde sat in front of him due to new seating allocated by McGonagall after Ron had a tiff with Dean. Harry had no idea why but McGonagall then forced Ron to be Malfoy's seat partner for the rest of the year.

Harry knew it was for punishment but Ron would only make more of a fuss. Ron hated Malfoy. Harry was getting tired of Ron's attitude towards the blonde. He missed it when Ron was just himself and not against everything that was labelled dark.

What was strange was when Malfoy didn't throw a fit. The same Malfoy that was famous for hissy fits that made Salazar squirm in his grave.

Harry found it intriguing when the blonde had gotten the best red face he ever had out of Ron before and he hadn't even said anything this time.

Harry walked down the hallway alone, having left Hermione with Ginny and Ron on his own to scowl about something Harry had no idea about.

Seeing as he wasn't hungry right then, Harry avoided the Great Hall since it would just add to his massive 'lack-of-sleep' headache. He took off his glasses; they felt heavy in his hands and on his nose. Harry rubbed his eyes. The lack of sleep was getting to him, but he really didn't know how to stop it. He'd tried dreamless sleep potions and even a sleeping draught both provided for by Madam Pomfrey but nothing worked. Something was disturbing his sleep and he didn't know if it was Voldemort or something else. He hated it.

Insomnia can kill and Harry wouldn't be surprised if it did him in before Voldemort got the chance.

Harry continued to walk holding his glasses in his hand. He was feeling tired and maybe, just maybe his god forsaken mind might let him sleep. Harry chuckled to himself. What a wish. Harry sighed heavily, chest sagging, eyelids closing, mind numbing.

*SLAM*

Green eyes snapped open as a hard body slammed into Harry's own propelling him onto the floor.

"Ouff," Harry grunted as a body flattened him. The floor was hard and unforgiving. It was a real jolt to wake him up. Sighing as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, white blonde hair came into sight and he froze.

There was a loud groan as Malfoy pushed himself up and locked eyes with Harry. After seconds passed a strange strangled sound interrupted their stare down and the Slytherin scrambled to get off Harry. In an instant he had all of the things that had scattered over the floor when he fell, shoved into his bag.

He bowed deeply to Harry and mumbled a soft apology before turning swiftly and running down the hallway Harry had just come from.

Harry stared dumbly at the retreating figure until it was out of his line of sight.

What the fuck?

Harry stood, dusting himself off.

Then four other bodies slammed into him. Harry was on his stomach this time, someone heavy on his back and the other three sprawled around him. As quickly as it happened the strangers were up and headed in the direction Malfoy had run.

Harry heard a flurry of 'Fuck', 'Damn Malfoy', 'Merlin's balls that hurt', and 'Shit was that Potter?' before all the chasers were out of ear shot. Harry groaned. Everything hurt, even more than when Malfoy smashed into him. He pushed up on his arms and pawed around for his glasses. Everything was blurry and his face hurt really badly. Finally, his hands rested on the old frames.

They felt broken. The glass fell to bits in his hand.

"Oh Bugger,"

"Yes how can I – Oh my, Mr. Potter, What happened?"

Harry managed a half smile. Madam Pomfrey had just come around the curtains of one of the beds. He managed to hop to the infirmary even though his ankle felt right buggered over and his face felt like a car smashed into it. He was sure there was blood all over his robes.

"I got run over?" he suggested with a shrug.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a look that made him smile weekly in response. "Well come on then. What on earth happened to your face?" she said ushering him over to one of the beds, the one next to the closed up one. She cleaned up the blood on his face and robes before fixing his nose, which wasn't broken, just bent slightly.

"Put your leg up Mr. Potter. It looks like a fracture but I need to see it in the light,"

Harry swung his leg over onto the bed. A sharp pain ran up his leg making him wince. "Oh dear. That must hurt. Feels almost broken. What were you run over by?" She asked as she gentle felt his leg in her hands. "Malfoy and then four other boys that I didn't recognize," he answered. She blinked and stared up at him.

"Did you say Mr. Malfoy?"

Harry nodded.

"He was running from some other students. Why? Did something happen?" Harry asked, curiosity peaking.

"Well, yes. But let's treat your leg here first," She changed the subject very quickly and Harry frowned. What had happened that was enough to make Madam Pomfrey change subject like that.

He sighed and lay back in the bed as she made quick work of his ankle, setting the bones back in place. It was indeed broken as she said. When she finished she gave him a dreamless sleep potion and told him to get rest. She'd send McGonagall a slip for his classes until tomorrow. He was to stay put overnight in the infirmary because he was badly banged up and his foot needed rest. She also gave him a temporary sight correcting potion, since his glasses were a hopeless case.

Harry drank the rather tasteless potion and lay back, waiting for the potion to take effect. It never did, but Harry managed a three hour nap before awaking to a darkened infirmary.

Darkness pierced by the intense moonlight.

The sky was beautiful. The moon lit up the shadows in the large room and made Harry smile at the sight. He'd always loved the sky, so vast and endless. Stars danced in the sky, shining at different intensities. Even so, Harry's thoughts strayed to his problems slowly.

How he was going to deal with old Voldie, getting more information out of Dumbledore at the same time getting along on his own. It was obvious that he had to be strong on his own what with everyone relying on him alone. He hated, abhorred the fact that EVERYONE leant on him for support.

He was the chosen one, the Saviour, the boy-who-wouldn't-bloody-die. He was Harry Potter, son of dead parents and lost godparents. Tons of money but no one who really cared for him or knew what he was like except maybe Hermione. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to be able to relax, to laugh with happiness, to find someone he could love, to have time to sleep, to worry about what he was going to do with his life instead of worrying not to die. He also wanted to be able to be ready for his said to be 'destined task' of killing bloody Voldemort.

It was fucking scary to know you were destined to kill something that was more powerful, more cunning, and back from the dead.

Harry didn't even know how he was supposed to kill the red eyed serpent. He had the Order and its members standing behind him but in the end it always came down to just him facing off not only Voldemort but his poncy group of mean shark eating Death Eaters. As stupid as they were, they had way more experienced than Harry and they knew a hell of a lot more dark spells.

He turned over in his bed.

What the hell was he going to do?

Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
wants to die.

My Chemical Romance: "Na Na Na"

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