A/N: Here we go again. :p Thanks to all of your awesomistic reviews. Sorry for all the errors, I don't have a beta..well I do I just never use her because I'm always updating late. . Sorry. I'll look through and correct the errors soon.
It was that same place. Dark and cold. He was unaffected by the cold, just as everyone else seemed to be. He looked around at the gathering of people with amusement bubbling inside of him.
He was almost there. He almost had him. It would only be a matter months before the wizarding world was his. Harry paused, wondering why he had thought those things. Why everything around him seemed familiar and strange at the same time.
Then it clicked. It was one of those dreams. The kind that made him wake up screaming and sweating in the middle of the night. It had been a while since he had one of these dreams.
"Potter has now left Dumbledore's wing! Soon he and the wizarding world shall be ours!"
Cheers erupted at the end of the sentence of the voice that normally inspired fear and hatred in people.
"Dumbledore cannot defeat me without that little boy and Potter is clueless without his mentor! It will certainly not be too long before we squash all rebellion!"
Cruel, victorious laughter erupted from deep within inside his person. Some of the people there laughed with him, while others seemed too frightened to do so.
"My lord, are we not underestimating the Potter kid?" a wary voice spoke up from the crowd and all laughter stopped, almost as if on cue.
"Parkinson. Your daughter was one of the ones who has befriended Potter, joined his so-called new side. You dare question whether I can defeat a mere child?" His voice was low, deadly, and so cold that many people had to refrain from shivering.
"It's not that, my lord! It's just that-"
"Silence! How dare you question my power! CRUCIO!"
The screams didn't start right away, even though the pain had been unbearable from the start. The man tried his best to hold in his screams but he didn't last long.
Cold, sadistic laughter soon joined the screams in a dreadful, ghastly melody. It took him a few seconds to realize that they laughter was coming from himself. He gazed on the man, horror in his mind.
The man jerked on the ground it wasn't long before his face was revealed. Even distorted with the pain, he couldn't help but see the resemblance between the man and his friend.
A slow, snake like voice seemed to slither into his mind and constrict his heart and mind.
'I'll see you soon, Harry.'
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Draco had always been a light-sleeper. It wasn't bad enough that he would wake at the slightest turn or creak but enough that the moaning of his roommate woke him from a dream he was finding harder to remember as each second passed by.
It was awkward and he was unaware of what to do. The moans were low and almost mournful. It was obvious that whatever dream Harry was having was not a pleasant one.
It was only when Draco heard that frantic tossing and turning combined with the increased moaning that wrenched his heart with it's pain and helplessness that he decided to wake up his boyfriend.
"Harry?" He called, sitting up in his bed to look over at his love.
Draco's eyes widened and for a second he was frozen, unable to do anything other than stare. Harry's body was flailing about, his covers seemed to be wrapped and twisted around his body in a painfully constrictive manner.
As he stared, Draco realized that Harry's moans now carried coherent words. No, please don't, and other such comments began to fill the room.
Draco jumped out his bed and almost ran to Harry's.
"Harry!" Draco cried, as he shook his friend's shoulders, trying to wake him without causing harm to the healing body. After a few minutes Draco determined that he wouldn't be able to wake him.
The moans got louder and louder, escalating to screams. Draco quickly put up several silencing spells before turning back to his friend.
The loudest scream came, calling out the word stop. Draco's heart ached at the emotion in the scream. Tears had begun to run down Harry's horrified voice. Draco careful climbed into the bed with Harry and wrapped his arms around him.
He had decided that if he could not wake Harry then he would help get through his nightmare any way that he could. He vaguely noticed that Harry calmed down a bit in his arms.
Draco knew immediately when Harry had woken up. Harry was completely still in his arms before turning to look at Draco with watery eyes.
"Draco?"
"Sshh Harry, you were having a nightmare. I couldn't wake you so I thought me holding you would help a bit."
"Pansy's father… Voldemort tortured him t-to…to insanity and then he… he killed him."
"Sshh Harry, it was just a nightmare." Draco said, soothingly rubbing Harry's back.
"NO! It wasn't just a dream!" Harry exclaimed, pulling out of Draco's arms a little in order to look up into his eyes.
Draco's puzzlement was clear on his face.
"Unless you're a seer Harry, that's not possible."
Harry looked away, afraid to mention this "deep" connection he had with Voldemort.
"Harry?"
"Voldemort and I… We share a mental link. Sometimes when I sleep I get visions of what he's doing. And when he feels a strong emotion, my scar burns and I feel it too. And… if we concentrate hard enough, we can see into each other's minds."
"That's really-"
"Dangerous, I know. That's why over the summer I worked on learning occulemency. I can't do it perfectly but I am good enough that I can block my mind, but at night…"
"Your mind is open and easy prey." Draco finished, Harry's messy-haired head nodded.
Silence seemed to engulf the room for what seemed like forever to the two troubled teens.
"So then, Pansy's father is actually…"
"Yeah. I have to tell her. Even though they didn't get along, I know she'll be devastated. A father is a father."
"Do you want me to help you tell her?" Draco offered, as he held Harry tight.
Harry snuggled into Draco's embrace and stayed quiet, considering Draco's offer.
"No," he finally said, "this is something I have to tell her myself, but I do want you there. For your support."
"Of course, I'll always be there."
Harry looked up with grateful eyes, "Thank you."
Draco leaned down and kissed Harry softly and lovingly. When he pulled away he placed another kiss on the tip of Harry's nose before saying,
"Your welcome, love."
"Will you stay the rest of the night here?" Harry asked, their bodies close together and lending each comfort.
"Only if it's okay with you." Draco responded with a small smile as he looked down at Harry's emerald eyes, full of emotion.
"Good. Because I wasn't planning on letting you leave," Harry responded as he snuggled deeper into Draco's embrace, yawning.
Draco laughed and placed a feather-light kiss on Harry's lips.
"Sleep."
Harry rolled his eyes playfully at the "command" but nonetheless closed his eyes and fell easily back into a slumber.
Draco watched Harry sleep for a while, admiring the angelic face of his beloved, before going back to sleep himself.
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When Harry woke, worry filled him at the missing warmth before he heard the sound of a shower floating in from the bathroom. Harry chuckled to himself before getting up. He stretched before choosing the clothes he would wear.
Memories of the previous night and his vision filled his mind and dread quickly settled in his heart. Harry felt the urge to climb back into bed and void Pansy, but he knew that he had to tell her.
He went over ways to tell her in his mind while he waited for Draco to finish his shower. Harry gathered his thing when he had realized that he no longer heard the shower running.
"Dray, I'm coming in!" Harry called as he headed to the door.
A muffled "okay" was heard through the door. When Harry entered, he made sure not to look over at Draco, standing at the mirror with only a towel draped around his waist.
He quickly got into the shower, where he let the nearly scalding water sooth his tense muscles.
"Are you worried about telling Pansy?" Draco asked about halfway into Harry's shower.
"Yeah." Harry answered, staring at the shower door.
"Don't worry too much." Draco said.
Harry nodded his head, even though Draco couldn't see him, and quickly finished his shower.
Harry exited the shower with a towel loosely tied around his hips, as he reached for his clothes. Harry looked up as he felt Draco's eyes watching.
"By the gods, that is distracting."
Harry blushed slightly but recovered quickly.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." Harry said, playing with the edges of the towel.
Draco raised an eyebrow before sauntering over to Harry, stopping less than an inch away.
"Why, if I'm not mistaken Mr. Potter, you're teasing me."
"What would make you say that?" Harry asked, smiling slightly.
Draco's response was in the form of a kiss. Draco quickly backed Harry up against a wall, pressing their bare torsos together.
The kiss was rough and passionate, communicating the raw desire between the two. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, shivering slightly as Draco's hands wondered about his bare stomach and hips.
They pulled apart, breathing heavily, and gazed into each other's smoldering eyes. The next kiss happened slowly and was gentle. A lover's caress. Their tongues slowly moved together in a gentle dance of pure love.
When they pulled apart, Harry smiled up at his boyfriend.
"At this rate, we'll never finish getting ready."
Draco sighed and in a mockingly dramatic voice responded,
"Jeez, Harry. You now how to ruin a mood."
Harry stuck out his tongue as Draco walked back to the mirror.
"Put that away before I put it to good use." Draco called over shoulder and Harry laughed.
About a half an hour later, they left to the common room to join their friends before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The Great Hall was buzzing with gossip and conversation when the four walked in. Much of it stopped as many people turned to look the dangerous group, especially Harry. Many people looked at his with a new light after the fight.
The group easily ignored the blatant staring and pointing. They walked to their table, noses high.
"Honestly," Pansy said as she sat down at the Slytherin table, " could they have any less tact? Besides, it shouldn't have been that surprising to them, as you are a Slytherin. If they should be gossiping about anything, it should be that Mudblood and her dark curse."
Harry smiled, but he felt it was strained. He knew he had to tell Pansy, but right here in the Great Hall just didn't feel right. After breakfast, he told himself, in our rooms.
"Speaking of the mudblood, I wonder how her and the Weasel are doing. That curse of Harry's must be bothering them insanely." Blaise said, turning to look at the Gryffindor table but not before casting Harry a side glance.
Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table, as all of his friends were now doing, and quickly found his old friends. They were both eating very little with obvious discomfort on their faces.
They looked up, as if sensing his gaze, and Harry beamed without restraint. He winked at them and watch the various emotions cross their faces.
He turned back to his friends in much lighter mood than he had been, although the dream still loomed at the very back of his thoughts.
"That certainly cheered you up." Blaise commented as Harry hummed to himself as he ate.
Harry laughed, "Of course."
His friends shook their heads but smiles ghosted across their faces.
Harry barely paid attention to the conversation, although he had noticed that Draco was keeping the conversation light and amusing.
It was when they were all finishing up with their breakfast that Draco subtlety nudged Harry with his elbow. Harry looked over at him questioningly before nodding and turning back to Blaise and Pansy, his happy mood gone.
"I have something important to tell you guys, but it has to be somewhere private." Harry said in a voice close to a whisper.
Blaise and Pansy looked at each other questioningly and shrugged. They turned to Draco, whose Slytherin mask betrayed nothing except the hint of something solemn.
"We'll talk about it in our dorm." Harry said, standing silently. Draco followed immediately, while Pansy and Blaise hesitated a bit.
The walk to Harry and Draco's dorm room was silent. Neither Harry nor Draco knew what to say to prepare their friend. All they could do was be there for her.
Blaise put up silencing spells the second the door closed. Pansy stood, looking anxious.
"Sit, both of you." Harry said. Harry motioned for Pansy to sit next to him on his bed and she did. Blaise took a seat on the floor, leaning against Draco's bed.
"Voldemort and I share a mental link. We can feel each other's strong emotions and we can catch glimpses of each other's surroundings if we try hard enough. At night, when I sleep… I get visions of what he's doing."
Harry paused, unsure of how to continue.
"That's really dangerous! Isn't there something we can do about it?" Pansy asked, looking at the other men only to find their faces stoic.
"What did you see last night, Harry?" Blaise asked.
Harry looked away from his friends. He stared out a magical window in the room as he spoke.
"It was a Death Eater's meeting. Voldemort was rejoicing over the fact that I left Dumbledore's side. He thinks taking over the wizarding world will be an easy win now. There was one man who questioned if I was being underestimated. He was tortured to insanity and then killed."
Harry looked over at Pansy's terror filled face.
"I'm so sorry, Pans. That man was your father."
A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Bwahahahahahahaha:p Sorry this chapter took so long. I would have had it out last week but I forgot the disk it's saved on at school….Over a four-day weekend. T.T Anyway, here's your new chapter! Enjoy the yummy angst.