Sorry this took so long to get out, I guess I'm just a lazy butt munch. Although to tempt you perhaps, I have thought of a delicious plot line. I hope that my future works will be satisfactory and worth the wait. Sorry again.

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

The Death of Destiny

Harry pov.

I woke up and the first thing I saw was Pomphry. Not the kind of thing you want to wake up to.

"Now you're both awake. That's good, your temperature is back to normal and you seem to be recovering quickly."

"Go away, now."

Her eyes widened and she backed away from cot, she was wringing her hands and biting her lower lip. I felt my fury rise and she was currently the only plausible outlet.

"Now dear, just calm down. I'm, I'm going to get Dumbledore…"

She left and for a minute I considered releasing my anger but Draco was watching me.

"They just stood there Harry. When I finally reached the dorm they just stood there even after I passed out. When Pomphry thought I was asleep I heard her say that they left us there for almost ten minutes before deciding on anything to do and then, Harry. Harry they all helped carry you. He dragged me. They had to force Neville to carry me and he's not very strong, he could only drag me."

He sat in the middle of his bed, his eyes wide and blank. He blinked and looked at me, his eyes filled with tears and he crawled over into my bed. I wrapped my arms around him, trying shake off my shock.

"I was dragged. Is that all I'm worth, Harry? To be dragged like a rotting corpse?"

My furry rose again and as I tightened my grip on Draco I sent my mind hurtling through the halls of Hogwarts. I stopped at the dining hall. Everyone was eating lunch. I released and all the glass within the hall, exploded. I snapped back.

"Harry? Harry are you all right? For a moment you looked a hundred miles away."

"Anger happened and pain."

"Harry…it was like before wasn't it? Did you hurt someone?"

His eyes were mixed of fear and curiosity. I will tell him.

"Yes, I hurt a lot of people."

"How long have you been able to do it? You can control it can't you?"

"Yes, I can control it and I've been able to do it for a very long time."

"No one knew?"

"No one, Draco. Except you, now."

"Could you teach me, Harry? Is it possible for you to teach me?"

He's so hopeful, he truly wants to learn.

"I don't know but I could try Draco."

I gently turned his so that he was facing me.

Please let my reasoning be true and not selfish.

"Look me strait in the eye, Draco, and listen to everything I tell you now. If I teach you…there is no going back. This magic I control, the magic you have witnessed and felt; it is a taint in my blood. A taint invoked by a severe conflict of magic, a taint given to me by the conflict between Voldemort and my parents. As I have I shared my blood with you, so now that taint is also in your blood.

"Before I tried never to use it, for it poisons a person from within. It opens up an unbridled flow of magic and knocks down all barriers once blocked by the need of wands and words."

Draco eyes were wide and his attention focused so wholly upon my own that I felt it was me being told this and not him for I was the one most shocked by my own words for I never thought I would actually say them aloud. Once said aloud things can no longer be ignored or forgotten. Once said aloud, things become truly real.

"It is the truest essence of magic. It's magic in its purest form. There is one other thing it does beside give such power which is…not evil, nor good. When you free it and let it fill your veins, it first passes to the eyes and you see, truly, clearly. You see everything as it is. No prejudices, no good, no evil. You simply see things as they are and sometimes it is the greatest curse of all."

He still held my eyes although they now searched mine, seeking answers I already knew, holding the questions tightly against his chest except for one, which slipped away. One question.

"Do you still wish to learn?"

He eyes still held that tiny spark of pride and it flared in a sudden dying wish.

"Yes…teach me, show me, open my eyes for I am blind."

I didn't know and again, I did. I knew that the magic within me held it's own knowledge and it was true as Draco said, I already knew the answers I just needed questions to evoke them into my conscious. I see the world with a true eye but have the greatest of difficulty seeing myself.

I pressed my hands gently over his eyes, my body seeming to show me what to do as if the movements were practiced and familiar to it. The magic flowed through me and through my hands and into him. I felt my magic fill him and push against his every barrier until it found the weakness. The taint, my blood. It exploded.

Draco cried out and collapsed within my arms. I held him and waited. Soon his breathing returned to normal and I felt the taint begin to spread within him and fill him. Soon his soft eyes would be lost to a world of cold and bitterness. For that is all truth genuinely is.

"I, I wanted to tell you, Harry. I wanted to say…I've been thinking about this…for a while and…I want to say it before…"

"What is it Drac?" I whispered.

"I just wanted to tell you that…I love you…more than anything…more than life itself and I…I was wondering if you would ever consider….when you made that promise to never leave me….would you ever consider…making it real? Would you…marry me if I asked it of you?"

I knew even after he said it that the taint had already filled his mind and eyes. He spoke a truth that even the taint couldn't warp. This was our sanity and I knew only one answer.

"Yes, Draco, forever yes."

I can feel his immense sorrow and incredible pain from long past. I knew that for I read it from his own mind. We are now inseparably linked only the separating of our very blood could undo such that had already been done. The darkness overlapped us and we were lost. No longer could we hide in ignorance or innocence for it was lost to truth.

"What will happen to us now, Harry?"

"No one knows for Destiny is dead."

TBC

Thankies-

Lupin in the sky with diamonds- Hey Panda! You seen so different on the internet but then again I think everyone is different. It allows a person to be more themselves with out fear, more fluent with their fearings and emotions and you can let you wild side just fly by the seat of your pants! It's way too late to be up…I hope you like the new chapter. I'm hoping to start a real plot line now that I've established a basis for it. This thing is a hundred times longer than I ever thought it could possible develop into. I'm happy….

Vampyre- I'm confused….oh well, I'll just pretend for now that I understand what you wrote in your review and hope you don't maul me. Insane people do strange things, I know from personal experience, of course it also involved way to much sugar an carbonated beverages. That was fun…until some one hit me, it hurt too….

Grath Longfletch- Uh ok, I mean I grasp your point but to be fair I try for two to three chapters a week and then there are bad weeks like this one where I only post one but things happen. As for the plot, to be honest I never think about the plot until I'm writing it. If I think too much about what I'm going to write I loose my passion for it and usually get stuck. I just leave a broad outline and type. My mind soars and this is the result, a truly good story needs no prior thought because it pours from the soul. You should try it sometime.

BabyPufoo- I would never kill them! Or at least not yet….I'm just not done yet. To be honest I considered letting them die, then I got an idea for a plot, so they survived. I don't think they'll die anytime soon although you can start expecting other people to die. I mean after killing Ron I got a real fancy for killing off people. It's so much fun!

Isabelle- Thank you! That other person really bugged me with that last comment. (This is for you to read too chaospearl! Cause I'm only saying it once.) Draco was never a weakling. He had to survive seventeen years of life through severe abuse and then he made the conscious decision to kill himself. It takes a lot of strength just to push your self to such desperation and to do that you have to throw away all strength. Harry gave him hope but it takes Draco time to begin to build back up his stength, so to speak. Throughout this ordeal you see Draco become Harry's backbone to help him gain his own strength. I think that I can guaranty that Draco will begin to show that particular backbone chaospearl described. It's not my fault chaos can't see the depth of inner strength. I kind of feel sorry for chaos don't you Isabelle?

Ladyblondhair- heeheeheeheehee…thanks. You flatter me but I don't deserve it. Hentai gets the best of us all in the end. I'm glad you like the poems, I never thought I was really any

good at writing poetry but I guess I'm pretty ok. Thanks

Strangeone- She better read it! I want that picture!

Choaspearl- Bite Me! Like my momma always told me, if you ain't got something nice to say, don't say nothing at all. I should put up….that's it I'm gonna go it. You are now officially labeled as an unintentional meanyhead. So there!