Title: Before Wind, there was Creation

Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which resultes in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of recieving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)

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kdalemama - Thanks for the compliment! Here's the next chapter =)

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Feye Morgan - Thank you for staying through this with me so far ^_^ *gives Feye a rose*

Jade - Thankies for your review! Ya, it also annoyed me sometimes, when Hermione and Ron are so shy about liking each other- *shrugs* I can't have them pretending so long, lol! =)

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**"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?" -Abraham Lincoln**

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Draco stared at the tall mirror, and looked toward Harry in bewilderment. "Is *this* what I don't understand, Potter? Is it?" He asked, a hurt look on his face. He usually didn't show his feelings, but something kept him from hiding them, now. He could keep even the biggest of emotions under control infront of people before, but now, when he stood infront of Harry, his feelings were worn on his sleeve. He didn't understand it.

Harry glanced at the mirror, and back to Draco. He was immensely surprised at the show of emotion, but didn't dare comment on it. Something had changed between him and his enemy, and he could feel it. It was like- a shift in the air. A tenseness that was there before, but greatly stronger. Harry sighed, trying to decide how he could put his answer.

"Well....Ya. That's how I got here. I don't know *why* it was that I came *here*. So don't even ask me. I don't know what it is, but- something's changed, Malfoy." Harry suggested, his green eyes looking confused.

"Changed? Damn bloody well things have changed! If what Trelawney says is true, then I'm trying to be destroyed by a *god*!" He exclaimed, gesturing toward himself.

Harry shook his head, and looked to the stone ground. "No, Malfoy- I wasn't talking about that. Something's changed- between us." Harry admitted in embarrassment.

This changed Draco's course of thinking. He could feel that something had changed, but he didn't have the guts to say it infront of the raven-haired boy. Instead, he didn't say anything.

'So, Potter thinks somethings changed. Well, he's right. Unfortunatly. Why is it I can't hate him anymore?' He asked himself perplexed.

Harry, on the other hand, was thinking also, until something had interrupted it. A different voice-it sounded oddly like-

Draco Malfoy.

"What'd you say, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his eyes glazed.

"I didn't SAY *anything*." Draco barked irritably, making Harry jump.

"No, Malfoy- you said something. Except it was...in...my...head." He said slowly, his eyes widening in relization. Draco Malfoy was talking in his head. At that, Draco couldn't hold it in, and he burst out laughing.

"In your *head*, Potter? Are you going looney?!" He asked, a large grin on his face. He then burst out in hysterical laughter.

Harry looked offended toward Draco's accusation, and he crossed his arms. "I'm *being* serious, Malfoy." At this, a thought caught his attention, and he smirked slyly.

Draco caught Harry's expression, and automatically shut up. "What?" Draco asked in confusion.

Harry looked toward Draco. "Think of something- anything. Think of it *really hard*." Harry accentuated. At this, Draco also laughed.

"Think you can read my thoughts now, Potter? Just because We've been around each other without truly fighting for a few minutes?" He asked, snickering.

Harry scowled. "Just think of something, you stupid git!" He demanded, making Draco shut up again.

Draco thought 'What the hell?' and closed his eyes. Searching his brain swiftly for an object that Harry wouldn't ever think of, he then caught something that flashed through his vision. He decided to use his personal Manor servant's name, Crenal Lemming. He concentrated on the letters hard, truly hard, letter by letter.

Harry was also closing his eyes, and after a few minutes, he saw bright letters flashing out in his head. Then a name came through.

"Cre- uum.....Crenal...Lemming. Crenal Lemming!" Harry exclaimed, snapping his eyes open. "Who the hell's he?" Harry looked perplexed.

Draco, on the other hand, was astonished. His mouth was hanging open, and his hand then came to cover it. "Holy....shit." He muttered, trembling, behind his covered mouth.

"Now, com'on, Malfoy. You know that person *can't* be 'Holy shit'." Harry said in sarcasm, mocking the blonde's wrongness.

Draco's eyes grew wider, and he looked to the ground, his gray eyes glazed. He was going to try and test this again. He was willing to. There were a few minutes of intense silence and concentration from Draco, whom was strongly thinking about his murdered friend, Kenny. 'Surely Potter doesn't know about him.' He smirked, still concentrating on him and his name.

Harry recieved the thought, and closed his eyes in meloncholy. "I'm sorry he died." Harry apologized, remembering how he had tried to apologize during Draco's suicide attempt.

Draco was silent- what could he say? So, Potter was right. They could read each other's thoughts, if thought strongly. What did it matter?

'It matter's alot.' He told himself, turning his eyes away from Harry's apologizing gaze.

There was a tense silence. A sad silence. Until Draco stood up swiftly, and walked toward the Mirror. He had to find out what was *so bloody important* about the Mirror. Harry stood up also.

"No, Malfoy. Don't go in there." Harry demanded tensely, gripping the boy's arm tightly.

"And why *not*, Potter?!" Draco snapped, shaking the death grip off his arm. At that, he turned and walked straight through the Mirror. The 'whoosh' sound congratulated him at coming through, and Draco narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the purple darkness. The room was wierd, he had to admit. It was in shambles, and only a few pieces of furniture were left in the past victorian room, which were also dusty and in tatters.

Draco sat down on a hard, green couch that wasn't as ripped up, and leaned back on it. The room was definitely eerie, but Draco didn't really mind. 'What's so special about this stupid room?' He asked, thinking back to Trelawney. Another 'whoosh' sound was heard, and Draco turned and saw the gracious body of Harry Potter.

Draco huffed, and looked around him again, ignoring the presence of the entering boy. First at the brown, cracking ceiling all the way down to the grimy carpet. Draco zoomed in on the crimson stain on the floor, but decided not to comment on it. 'It's probably...wine or something.' He dismissed, training his eyes on a broken wine glass in the corner of the small room.

A weight resided on the other side of him, and he looked toward the disturbance. Harry's laid-back demeanor rubbed off on Draco, and he relaxed. "Potter...Why didn't you want me coming in here?" Draco asked, breathing deeply. The smell of lavender filled the room, and he closed his eyes at the scent.

There was a minute of silence, before Harry decided to say anything. "I- I wanted this to be my secret. I didn't want someone I hardly knew come in here and tell the whole school about it, be able to find me here." At this, Harry sighed. "I'dunno. Maybe I wanted this to be my...my 'thinking' room."

Draco snorted. "Your 'thinking' room?" He repeated, smirking. Harry didn't say anything. He knew that if he were to even think of opening up to this- this enigma, this mystery known as Draco Malfoy, he was going to have to stand a*lot* of humiliation; and he didn't *want* alot of humiliation in the first place. So he decided to caution himself while speaking.

Harry rubbed the ruby ring on his wedding finger, and moved the ring to his middle finger. 'How the hell did it get *there*?' He asked himself, trying to remember when he had moved it. The problem was he *didn't* remember moving it there.

Harry sighed. He was thinking back to what had happened in Divination, and he knew that if he were to 'save Draco' he would have to do alot more than be a therapist. There was way more to this than even he undertood.

"Malfoy, who's Chiron?" He asked, trying to dig as much information out of the teen as he could.

"Oh, him? According to ancient mythology, he's a centaur that taught alot of future-gods to heal. I think he died, though. Forgot how. He's supposed to reside among the stars." He then smiled, and twisted the ring on his finger nervously. Mythology was *his* area, and he was happy about the fact that Harry was treading on information he knew alot about.

Harry thought about this, and remembered what the batty woman had also said. 'Trees all around...' The voice of Trelawney echoed in memory.

Harry's eyes widened. 'The Forbidden Forest! It's the Forbidden Forest! There are centaurs everywhere there! Of course! That's it!' He yelled repeatedly in his head.

Draco's eyes had also widened. Harry had been concentrating on the thought of the Forbidden Forest so intensely that it had also leaked into Draco's train of thought, making him just as surprised as the boy beside him.

"The Forbidden Forest!" They both whispered at the same time. Looking at each other with a startled look on their face, they both stood up, Harry grabbing Draco's wrist and pulling him out of the Mirror.

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Apollo's apprehension was overpowering. The looking glass he was using was following the two boys movements extra carefully. He knew what his son was up to, and he wanted- no, he *needed* to see if he had the ability to do anything about it. He knew that if Asclepios interrupted the Prophecy, the world would be doomed, and the force of darkness would take over the world of Earth- and that couldn't happen.

Zues was being foolish- he had told him not to intervene in anything. Zues was being vengeful- for Apollo knew that he had killed many of Zues's escorts for revenge of his son's death centuries ago. Zues still held a grudge against him for that.

Apollo sighed as he watched the two boys exit the castle. "So Chiron is deciding to talk to them?" He asked himself. He talked to himself alot. That's how he got most of his thinking done. His mind went back to when he had given the baby boy to the centaur, telling him to raise the child. He agreed, of course.

Apollo thought back to when he had told Asclepios not to interrupt anything. He had acted really odd - Apollo didn't know what was making him act that way. Asclepios had told Apollo that the Malfoy child had killed his descendants, and that he wanted his revenge. The only thing Apollo found was wierd, was that Asclepios forgave people- he wasn't a vengeful god, and he didn't require worship. He was a healer, a leader in medicine. Not one to destroy.

Apollo then watched curiously as the two boys made their way for the castle's forest.

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"Potter, where are we going?! I can't see a bloody thing! Did we *have* to wear these hoods?" Draco asked, infuriated.

"*YES*, we had to wear the hoods. I didn't want to bring my invisibility cloak, but I didn't want anyone seeing us, either. If we are caught, we will be in big trouble." He finished, pulling the hood over his head again. It had slipped off when he had sped up toward the forest.

"Let go of my arm, Potter! I'm not a child, I can take care of myself, you know!" Draco yelled, but Harry's grip wouldn't budge.

The snap of a twig far off made both boys halt in startlement. A storm was starting up, and lightning was seen beyond the haunting trees in the distance. Both boys listened carefully, but all they could hear was the labored breathing of each other. "Potter- what in bloody hell was that?" He whispered. His arm was trembling, and Harry just shook his head, his eyes wide and expectant. A flash of lightning and a gigantic rumble of thunder made them both jump.

Harry finally let go of Draco's wrist, in turn making Draco rub the sweaty mark with his still trembling hand. "Potter...Potter, where are you going?!" He asked, his voice alerting his counterpart, Harry, to just how scared he really was of being left alone.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to look around. Hold on." He signaled, walking over to a tree that had marks on.

As Harry got closer to the tree, he saw that words were being scratched into the thick bark. He read them aloud, as Draco watched Harry carefully, making sure he wouldn't run away from him.

"Come...to....the...." Harry mumbled, making Draco come closer. Draco gasped, as Harry was reading. He had never seen such a thing- a tree writing words on itself.

"Come to the what?!" Harry hissed, making Draco jump slightly. Finally, after a minute of watching, Harry sighed, and shook his head. "It isn't going to do anything. Com'on, Malfoy, let's-" Harry stopped as he felt Draco smack his shoulder.

He turned around, and saw the last word on the tree. "Come to the...the Glade?" Draco asked, looking in bewilderment at Harry. Harry shook his head, and grabbed Draco's bruising wrist.

They were now running swiftly through the darkening forest, running at a speed that startled Draco. "Harry, where are we going?" He asked loudly, making Harry halt in surprise.

"What did you say?!" He asked, whipping around toward the blonde.

"I-...I asked where we were going?" He repeated, holding his other hand up in defense.

"No- no, the other thing. What was the other thing you said?!" He asked again, waiting impatiently for the answer.

Draco huffed. "I *said*, quote, "Harry, WHERE ARE WE GOING?!" He yelled infuriated. He then waited for a second as what he had said took affect. His eyes then widened. "Oh God. I AM going insane..." He said, looking into Harry's eyes.

Harry sighed. Draco had said his name. He had said his real...true...name. Harry then shook his head, getting rid of the thought. There were more important things to do.

As Harry and Draco stumbled into the Glade, what they saw startled both of them.

In the center of the Glade was a Centaur, large and strong, drinking out of the waterfall's crystal pond. Draco gasped, and Harry's eyes widened. "Wow..." They both whispered at the same time. They both looked at each other, finding it still pretty odd that they could read some of each other's thoughts.

The Centaur looked up to the trembling boys, and waved. "Hello, over there! Come...come here. Don't be afraid!" He yelled across to them. As they walked cautiously over to the beast, they noticed a most panic-stricken thought-

The Centaur was a ghost.

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Chapter Notes:::: Not alot happened in this chapter, but that was because I had to catch up on Harry and Draco's feelings toward each other. Just keep in mind, a relationship doesn't bloom in two days *wink* If it does, it's usually made up of more infatuation than true love. Just keep that in mind. As I said in the last chapter, THIS STORY IS GOING SOMEWHERE. ^_^ So you'll just have to be a lil' patient. If you don't understand much in this chapter (You probably don't), then you will in the next few chapters. It's might be pretty confusing right now, but as I said, it probably won't be later.

Love you all! I'll have the next chapter up in about two days or less =).