Thank you soooo much to all those who reviewed: Redbird, Crazy Luvolee, and Miss Ewe! I am in your debts forever!! hehehe. I think you guys might be getting at least one new chapter every day from now until the weekend because I am bound and determined to finish this story before I have to go back to school next week! But anyways, here's chapter 5!

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Chapter 5: Shadow Dream

He put his hand on the trunk of the tree as he took another step closer to try and get a better look. He couldn't see clearly for a heavy mist surrounded him in the dense forest. He recognized his surroundings however. He was in the Forbidden Forest. But what was unclear to him was the two small glowing balls of blue that were just up ahead of him. He kept himself hidden as much as he could behind the tree as he narrowed his eyes in an attempt to see the figure through the mist. Just then, the fog cleared and he could see that he was standing at the edge of a narrow clearing. He felt a slight chill as the mist cleared away...and that's when he saw it - the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It was a snow white wolf with glowing eyes. The wolf stood intently still as if waiting for something.

As if he thought he could get a better look at the creature, the young man took a step towards it. A twig snapped under his foot and the wolf quickly turned it's head back towards him. For a moment, he held a steady gaze with the wolf, not knowing what to do. He didn't feel frightened - instead, he felt very much drawn towards the magnificent creature. He continued to look into the glowing eyes of the wolf when all of a sudden, there was a bright flash of red light that emitted through the trees in front of them. Everything now seemed to be going in slow motion. He could see the beam of light directed right towards the wolf - and he felt afraid. Very afraid. He tried to yell out, but no words would come from him. The wolf hadn't even noticed the beam of light until it was too late. The light struck the wolf's side with a thunderous noise and the wolf began to fall to the ground. The young man watched in horror as the wolf hit the ground with a loud thud. Just then, a streak of silver caught his eye. The object landed right at his feet. He looked down at it and bent over carefully to pick it up. He held up a silver chain with a sparkling crystal on it.

Just then, the ground beneath his feet began to shake and he lost his balance. The ground began to break apart and he once again felt the fear rise up inside himself. He tried to get to sturdier ground but he kept tripping over loose pieces of jagged rock. He then stuck his hand inside his robes to reach for his wand. But to his horror, he couldn't find it! His eyes frantically searched the breaking ground for some sign of it when he felt his feet slip and his body begin to fall downwards. He grabbed onto a large tree root that was sticking out and held on as tight as he could. He yelled for help and looked up when he heard footsteps approaching. But, his eyes went wide with who he saw standing above him. There was a man in a black, blood stained cloak. The hood was over his head so that the young man could only see his twisted smile staring back down at him. But the most sickening thing was that in his left hand, he held..........the head of that once beautiful wolf. The young man looked up into the eyes that had once gave him such peace but only found that they were filled with death.

The cloaked figure let out a raspy laugh and brought up his wand and pointed it towards the dangling figure....'Avada Kadavra....' he whispered ever so silently and a beam of deadly light shot out its tip and hit it's target.

Everything for the young man went completely black as his body fell down...down...down...

Draco woke up with a start in the early morning. He was breathing heavily and felt beads of sweat trickling down his face. As his eyes came more into focus, he could tell that he was no longer on his bed anymore, but instead he found himself on the floor tangled in his bed sheets.

He slowly got to his feet and shook his head slightly which made his pale blonde hair mess up a little.

He couldn't believe that he was still having this dream. All summer this dream had haunted him and he thought it would leave him once he was back at Hogwarts where his mind would be on other things - not just being a death eater, like at home. The thought still made him cringe a bit when he looked down at his arm to where he had received the dark mark only months before. As he thought back on his decision, he really didn't have any choice - this was what was expected of him.

He walked over to his desk to get a glass of water - perhaps that would help him get back to sleep. As he poured water from the pitcher, he glanced out the window. The sky was beginning to show a little bit of light which meant that daybreak wasn't too far away. But then he shifted his gaze downwards and saw a cloaked figure striding across the grounds with a broom. He squinted his eyes and smiled devilishly. If it was Potter, he could have some fun before class. Perhaps even get him a detention.

With that thought, Draco pulled on his clothes and cloak, grabbed his broom and walked out of his room and towards the Quidditch pitch.

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Emily stood at the edge of the Quidditch pitch allowing the crisp light breeze to hit her face. She smiled as she mounted her broom and took flight.

She found that she loved flying more than anything - the freedom it gave you. She loved to feel the wind on her face as she sped across the field. If only she were back home, she thought. She would still be on a Quidditch team and able to take part of the excitement of matches. Yeah, if only....she sighed.

She felt anger rising up inside of her because of the loss of her mother, but she tried her best to push it right back down again. She tried to push the thought of her mother's dead body out of her mind but found it the hardest image to get rid of and found herself flying faster and faster on her broom as she pushed away the tears. She was not going to cry. Not this time. So, instead of crying, she flew faster.

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Draco walked out onto the Quidditch pitch and his eyes fell upon the figure upon the broom. He went wide eyed when he saw it wasn't Potter flying at light speed, but instead the new girl. He watched as she flew over the pitch and zigged and zagged through the morning air.

He nodded, agreeing with his thoughts, 'She is a lot better on her broom than on her feet...that she is.'

He stuck his one hand not carrying his broom into his pocket as he walked into the centre of the pitch as if announcing his glorious entrance.

Emily was at the far end of the pitch when she saw a figure walking onto the field. She wasn't quite sure who it was at first, but as she flew her broom closer, she realized that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.

She landed her broom beside him and dismounted, looking straight at him the whole time. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked in a harsh tone. She wasn't going to take any lip from him - not anymore.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows and in an innocent voice replied, "Oh, so we're on a last name basis are we?" He then leaned in closer to her, "Why, we've only jus' met."

Emily didn't want to back away from him - no, that would be too easy. It would let him know that she was afraid. So, she stood her ground despite her desperate urge to step back. She had that feeling again - that same one that she had on the train.

Malfoy turned his head slightly so that he could whisper into her ear, "You are quite beautiful, do you know that?" He then took one hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

Emily didn't know what to think. She felt a mix of emotions inside her. Fear, confusion, ecstasy, and she even felt a slight numbness. She just stood there for a moment not really sure what to do. But just then, she felt Malfoy's cheek brush up against hers and she unconsciously dropped her broom at her feet. When she realized what she had done, she quickly stepped back and picked up her broom and then looked at Malfoy.

He seemed a little shocked at her quick movement away from him but neither looked sure on what to do next. For a moment, Malfoy looked the way he did in the great hall only the night before when he had been looking at Emily with a soft look - and not a cold and despiteful one.

Emily looked at him and swallowed hard before she asked in a fairly calm tone, "You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

Malfoy gave a small smile.

Emily couldn't really tell if it was genuine or not.

He took a step closer to her and replied, "Isn't a guy allowed to be out and about to get some fresh air in the morning?" He answered rather innocently which lead Emily to believe he was lying.

She looked unconvinced at him and put her hands on her hips, "Yeah right. Malfoy, you couldn't lie your way out of a cardboard box."

He looked at her with sort of a confused face.

She shook her head, "Never mind. I wouldn't expect a pureblood like yourself - who thinks he is all high and mighty - to understand a simple statement like that."

Malfoy looked taken aback, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He took a threatening step towards her.

As a reflex, Emily whipped out her wand, "Listen, pal, if you come any closer, I swear I'll blast you into the next century."

Draco looked somewhat impressed at her bravery, "Oh, so the new girl wants to play does she?" He started to pull out his own wand but then decided against it. He decided that she wouldn't actually harm him even if she were given the chance.

"What? Don't think I won't do it?"

Malfoy shook his head. "You're not the type."

"What do you mean not the type?!"

"I doubt you'd hurt a fly. You're-"

"Oh, really? Well, I would most definitely hurt your kind!"

"What kind would that be?" he asked menacingly taking another step forward.

"Don't think I don't know, Malfoy. I've heard all about you. What you do at this school. It makes me sick to think of the poor girls who you've been with. You don't give a damn about them at all!"

"What are you talking about?!" he nearly yelled taking a step towards her. She matched with a step away from him keeping an equal distance between them at all times.

"The girls you have sex with Malfoy! What the hell do you think I'm talking about?!" She shouted just as loudly as he had.

"Oh ya? Well what else have they said about me?"

Emily swallowed and looked him in the eye, "They say...they say that you're a killer...that you're a death eater." She spoke this quieter than her previous words not sure if that was the best thing she could have told him.

Malfoy's eyes went wide, "I suppose Potter told you this?"

Emily didn't answer but she still held his eye contact and could've sworn that she saw a twinge of pain flicker in his eyes.

"And so you'll listen to that scar head over anyone else I suppose," he said just as quietly.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Oh, that's right! Famous Harry Potter must be right about me!" he was raising his voice now. "Why not?" He then stared right towards Emily and pointed his finger towards her and took a few steps her way. "You know what your kind is like, don't you?" He sounded angry.

Emily stood her ground with her wand still pointed towards him while she listened to his next cold words.

"You're the kind of person who has everything so bloody easy and you always believe everything that is fed to you - you don't care whether or not it's true! Hell, if it comes from someone like the famous Harry Potter, it MUST be true!" He was less than an arms length away from her now and he swung his hand so fast and grabbed hold of her wand that she didn't even bother to fight back.

Emily could do nothing but just stand there with a stunned look on her face. Once she was finally able to find her voice she said, "That's not true. I-" but she was cut off by Malfoy's next words.

"You damn well know it's true! During the summer you probably sit at home and do absolutely nothing with your mudblood loving parents at your side! You probably have a grand ol' time!" Malfoy was right up in her face now and looking directly into her eyes.

SLAP! That was the sound that came next. Emily had smacked him hard - so hard in fact her own hand hurt.

Malfoy recoiled a bit as he put his hand up to his red cheek.

Emily now approached him and spoke in a dead silent whisper, "Don't you dare presume things about me." Her eyes were starting to glisten with tears now. "You don't know me...you don't know my family." She snatched her wand from his grasp which slightly surprised him. She pointed it at him and continued. "They were right. You are a nothing but a rich kid. You're spoiled, selfish, and think of no one else but yourself!" She gave him one more hard and cold glare before shoving past him.

Malfoy went to stop her but decided against it. He had definitely gotten on her bad side.

"Oh, and Malfoy?" Emily had stopped a few feet from him and turned around to speak.

Malfoy just looked at her in silence. He saw a tear trickle down her cheek and he wished that he hadn't said the words that he said to her.

"I hope you have fun making people's lives miserable. I mean, that's what you're going to be doing if you're a death eater. And from what I can tell...you'll be damn good at it." Emily just shook her head slowly, turned and walked back up towards the castle.

Emily didn't see it, but a ripple of hurt crossed Draco's face.

And for the nest five minutes or so, that's how Draco stood - with his broom in one hand and his eyes fixed on the beautiful girl who now hated him more than anything else.

He could now feel the numbness seep into his cheek from where it had been slapped.

He ignored the slight pain and started to slowly walk back up to the castle once Emily was out of sight.