Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters, except Aura Venezia, and the later song lyrics belong to American Hi-Fi

WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. Male/male relationship in the form of Draco and Harry. For goodness' sake, if you do not like it, please do not read it!

A/N: This is just a shout out to any potential flamers: If you're into trashing my story, rock on, because thanx to Mandé I have realized what an honor it is to get under someone's skin like that, but please do not insult anyone who reviewed this story and actually likes it. That's not a review, that's just rude.

Hi to Laura and Kristen if you guys are reading this, and haven't been freaked out enough to disown me as a friend. All you guys, Lo, Em, Mandé, you guys are the best! Thanx for reading!

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Aura and Harry left the Gryffindor common room, and began to wander through the hallways.

"Tell me who you are?" Harry asked again.

"Harry, I somehow doubt you would believe me if I told you," she sighed.

"Why don't you try me?"

"I can't interfere with your life any more than I have to. I wasn't even going to do that spell with the music, but time is running out, Harry!" she cried.

Harry had been just about to ask her what she meant by a spell with music when they turned a corner and ran straight into Draco. He was just standing there, looking like he was in some form of shock. Evidently, he had heard their conversation.

"Oh dear, I'm in trouble now," moaned Aura. "I know I'm young, but I thought I could handle it!" she sobbed, to no one in particular.

"Explain what you meant by that last sentence, Venezia," said Draco.

"You leave Aura alone, Malfoy," said Harry.

"Don't you wonder Potter, why she's here? I know I sure do. And I want to know why she cast that spell on us in detention!"

"What spell are you talking about? Go away," he said, without actually looking at Draco. Aura noticed this, and a new hope arose from Harry's lack of conviction. Maybe she could still save them, so they could save the world.

Harry had evidently noticed her watching him. "Aura, will you please tell me what's going on?"

Aura looked from the dark haired boy to the blonde. She then faced them both and took a deep breath.

"I am not supposed to interfere with the two of your lives any more than is absolutely necessary. I was not planning to interfere at all, but time is running out for the two of you. The greatest battle of your lives is approaching, and the two of you are not prepared to fight it! You need to stop fighting yourselves first! Give in to the inner emotion you know is true, before it's too late," Aura finished quietly.

Harry looked at her, with her head now lowered, and something inside him clicked. The dreams he was having about Draco were more than just idle fantasy. It was destiny. It could never be though! He thought. There is no way Draco could ever feel the same way .

Draco looked from Aura, who looked strangely defiant, when he would have expected her to look defeated, to Harry, who was still looking at Aura. Oh, how he wished that jade green gaze would turn to him! But no matter what spells Aura might try to cast, he knew none would be powerful enough to make Harry reciprocate the feelings he had.

Aura looked at the floor, her mind begging them to simply reveal the truth. She could do nothing more for them. If they did not realize each other's love on their own, if she forced them to say what they could not, the world would come to an end. If Draco and Harry could not come together of their own free wills, to combine their powers through mutual love and trust, Voldemort would never be defeated. The fact that he was to arrive the day the Christmas holiday began did not help either .