Sorry this took so long, I was busy with play practice and other not-so-important-but-can't-get to-my-computer-right-now kinda stuff. BUT! I have a Christmas present for all you loyal readers! It's under my name and it called Christmas Special! It's umm….well…no comment but Lupin please don't read it and if you do don't tell me about it. Ladyblondhair, I'd have to say it's mostly inspired and written by your hentia driven reviews. Enjoy!

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

The Threshold of Great Things and The Center of Nothing.

Draco's pov

I remember, as his words rolled over me, as he explained and as I begged him to release in me that same taint that he contained. I had no idea how frighteningly dark the world was through clear eyes. Nor had I anticipated the pain that surged through me when he broke the barrier.

It was like cold fire and hot ice. A surge of intense pain that was so pure, having no hatred or evil, that it was almost euphoric. This was how Harry had become so enchanted by pain. Almost addicted. I wonder if it causes as much pain to use it and if that is true, how does Harry restrain himself from use of it?

Harry….

He said yes…I never thought…but then again, before my eyes were cleared I couldn't even tell him I loved him. Strange what truth can do to a person. The world seems so different now, the same but with a sharper, more painful edge. Everything seems incredibly dark and cruel, except Harry.

Harry has only intensified. I will find him forever in my soul, I am sure of it now. My heart finds no doubts and my mind now finds complete trust in him. I will give my life to him for as long as life permits and it comforts me that if I should die he would follow. The same could be said for me as well. If Harry died I would follow him, death was no longer a fear as long as Harry is by my side. I will let nothing take him from me.

People began filing into the hospital wing. Teachers practically in hysterics, students covered in blood, shards of glass imbedded into their flesh. Yelling and utter confusion, conversations concerning a surprise attack, Voldemort, death eaters and such. The room was so crowded by the incredible noise they made by simply trying to gain silence that is was absolutely deafening. Stupid, foolish, completely unnecessary.

I felt a tiny flicker at the back of my mind. Harry. He set upon the room a blanket of silence and for a moment there was peace. Then everyone panicked and chaos erupted. In an a seconds uncontrolled instance the weight of my eyes shifted and I was filled with an incredible rage. It was all consuming and utterly addictive. This is the power of magic amplified by the power of truth, anger.

"Just stop. Imbeciles. You're only making things worse."

I could feel them staring at me, but then again I could talk and they could not. A logical assumption would be that I had done this. Stupidity. I hate them all.

"Listen to me for a moment, it will make thing much easier. All teachers capable of high level healing magic attend those most damaged those others who have sufficient training may help a teacher or heal some of the more minor wounds. Those not hurt too badly will leave, now. Those not hurt or being of assistance will leave as well. You are not needed. Best you start, that girl there is dieing while you stand there. No matter your thoughts, they can wait. Go!"

The silence lifted and slowly teachers spread out, healing and getting potions. The entire room was eerily quiet with the exceptions of whispered spells and soft groans. I knew it was to late already, not to save them but to save myself. The darkness spread through me in every way and found it self comforted and at home in my heart which had been molded for such darkness, although not of this kind.

There are many different shades of black just as there are many shades of white. Funny though it is, there is no real white or black or even grey because every white is white and every black is black no matter the shade. Once the white become to dark and the dark become too light then become the shades of grey. Those undefined areas or irrefutable question, where those who dwell within are left to a constant question as too which side they are truly on. Questioning a fact that is left forever and they are remembered only as those who refused to join sides, cowards and fools. Or those lost in the question, lost in the grey.

Harry's hand was a soft comfort in the small of my back, soothing my anger.

"I think we missed our classes today, Draco."

"Not all of them, but I'd chance to say that the rest of classes for the day may have canceled."

"Yes, I heard there was a bit of a ruckus down in the dinning hall."

"Shame really, I was looking forward to Potions today."

And we left, eyes pinned to our backs, questions held in their eyes as well as rage and confusion, it was strange but, somehow, it felt completely natural. I knew she was following us, Harry knew as well but we waited and continued on until we were away from the hospital wing. I stopped but for only the reason that Harry had also stopped. I could almost feel Harry in a way that was myself. I knew him in everyway he knew me. It was as if we were one person in two separate bodies but still…so different. I had found strength again, I was no longer afraid and I no longer wanted to kill myself. For some reason I just couldn't help but think that perhaps, we were going to shape a new history. A destiny of our own choosing, of course my destiny was broken long ago, that night I refused to join the death eaters. Life would be very different now.

A flicker of movement caught my eye, Proscrit. Harry leaned down and allowed him to craw up his arm. He coiled around Harry's arm like a crude oily black bracelet, staring at Harry with cold, unblinking eyes, tongue tasting the air.

Proscrit hissed something to Harry and for a moment it was just that and then I felt a echoing translation enter my mind from Harry.

"You know she is following you master."

Harry nodded but didn't look back.

"It is annoying, it has been for a long time. Stupid bitch." He glanced over at me, "What do you think Draco?"

My mind felt cold and I knew what I wanted to do. What I thought I should do. Not necessarily what was right.

Harry must have felt my thoughts because he closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. After a moment he opened them and looking at me he nodded.

I felt my eyes shift over to the wall, a flicker of power snaked out and plucked a dark shining gem from the wall. It flew over to Harry and landed struggling into his hand, a beetle, Retta Skeeter.

He carefully picked her up between two fingers, letting his magic encase her and hold her to animal form.

"Retta Skeeter, one of the top reporters of the Daily Prophet, I think a week will be sufficient for you." His magic eagerly pushed free and constrained her, "I do hope you enjoy your beetle form because your stuck with it. About a week, maybe more, I think. Next time, if you survive this time. It will be permanent. Now fuck off, or better yet, bug off."

He let her go and she fell to the floor still to the floor. Probably in shock but after a moment when she didn't move. I felt this eager darkness overwhelm me. I stepped forward and ground her into the stone floor beneath my foot and all that was left was a glistening smear.

"Opps." I murmured tonelessly.

Harry said nothing for a moment and then a smile crept on his face. His laughter echoed down the stone walls and was amplified a hundred fold. I felt a softened versioned of my old trademark smirk find its place in my smile.

"I like your mate, master," Proscrit hissed in amusement, "I had doubted your choice before but he has shaped well."

"I like him too, Proscrit."

"I'm glad someone does."

Harry laughed again.

"I will being staying with master and his mate for now. I have eaten enough to last several weeks. I sense great unease to come, things are changing, quickly, too quickly."

TBC!

Thankies!

Lupin in the sky with diamonds- Your psycho which of course puts you on the top of my list for friends but then again all my friends are psycho, that's why you're my friend. I'm really confused now…I think I'll shut up. I actually wanted to post this chapter on Sunday but I hadn't finished my Christmas Special and I wanted to post them together so…right, anyways…I'm still having problems with the plot thing. I mean I have one and I'm working on it, but I can't find it in my writing. Maybe it'll just appear, I hope…got to go, so many reviews, way to much time but lazy.

Twistedlife3000- without you who would be there to remind me to put in Proscrit? Don't worry, Proscrit plays a major part in the upcoming plot-ish development. Anywho, I think it would be kinda funny if Harry snapped. I actually considered it but then got an idea to continue the story and decided to let everyone live. Wasn't that nice of me? Thanks for trying to review. I'm just happy to know that you try and then you review when you can, unlike some, or should I say most. I'm glad you liked the plot twists, or whatever you called them. I thought they were just the funest thing to write. Review when you can!

Vampyre- I think you need to have your muse beat you over the head with a brick or something, you're review are too confusing. They hurt my brain. I think you may have taken too much cold medicine that last time you were sick…

BabyPufoo- I am pleased you is pleased makes me is pleased. Happy I am, not enough sleep I had. Thankies to you and all the dancing kittys.

Jalee- Never liked the Gryffindors much, always figured them to be bastards at heart. And of course I have plans of continuing, I'm sure where but if I stop there armany reader who would want to kill me and couple, my friends, who could. Not a safe choice. I have plenty of plot line left. Hope be to heaven, ect.

Ladyblondhair- you got your wish, you better read and review the Christmas Special or I'll be pissed.

Darragh Tieraneux- Just to let you know, Flattery will get you everywhere with me. An authors ego knows no bounds. Oh! And I'm glad you liked the story too.

Chibi- that wouldn't be any fun. When I write it's either strait angst or complete humor. No in-betweens no exceptions. I like it angsty better anyway, it makes me happy.

Hp-girl- Thankies! I'm glad you liked it!