A/N: Myshawolf is furiously typing at her computer. She doesn't notice that the audience has arrived to this chapter. Suddenly, Nightmare appears behind her.

Nightmare: Hey, Mysha, Your fans are here. (Mysha keeps typing on her computer while waving to her readers) You're not going to say anything, are you? Fine, I'll just have to take over from here on in.

Myshawolf: Hold it! The last time I let you take control, Voldemort became a pink fluffy bunny and Elmira's pet.

Nightmare: It was funny!

Myshawolf: I had a hell of a time changing him back. (turns to the audience) I'm sorry if I have been neglectful of my stories as of late. I'm prepping my students for their final Regents exams and getting through my Master's classes. Hopefully after June 26th, I can have some breathing room. Any how, here is the next chapter. I'm soory If it's kind of short. (returns to her computer.)

Nightmare: You're not going to do the disclaimer are you? (M.W shakes her head) M.W doesn't own anything other than the Guardians. So ask to use them, first. Now on with the show!

Dancing With The Lady Death Chapter 12

Draco walked silently walked along the ramport of Hogwarts Castle. He liked coming up here to think. No one dared bother him while he was up here. A cool evening breeze ruffled his silver hair. Draco closed his eyes and breathed in the evening scents. This was his true home. Here he was truly free from the world. No father to tell him what to do, no girls to bother him, and no one to judge him. Just him and the night life. Draco embraced the night. At night you can hide who you are in the mask of darkness. At times, it was his only respite lately. His father was pressuring him big time to become a Deatheater. Professor Snape was easing some of the burden by pointing out to his father, they were graduated from Hogwarts when they joined up. Draco was grateful to Snape for his help. Too bad Snape can't be there during the summer. Just thinking about his father and what was coming in the summer caused Draco's rarely seen temper to flare. Venting, Draco slammed his fist into the stone. As he pulled it back, he winced at the sharp pain.

"Damn you, Father." Draco growled as he continued to punch the wall. Soon a female voice interrupted his little ritual.

"That won't make you feel better, young man. It only makes it worse." she commented.

Draco looked around for the intruder. He finally spotted a figure sitting high on top of tower. The wind played with her blood red hair. She didn't even give him a glance. Her eyes were staring at the night sky.

"Who are you?" Draco asked. The woman stood up at her high perch and jumped down on to the walkway. She straightened up and stared at Draco. Draco could only see her blue eyes.

"I am your deepest fears." The woman stated simply. Draco gulped and quickly composed his uneasiness under an arrogant mask.

"I'm not afraid of some woman." Draco growled. The woman began to laugh wildly. The sound sent a shiver down Draco's spine. He struggled for some compose and found it barely.

"Not yet, young man, But in one years time you will be. You are another interesting piece of the puzzle." The lady chuckled.

"I'm not interested in a year from now." Draco sniffed and thought, I'll be lucky to be alive.

"Oh you'll live. You are very good at surviving. You are too stubborn to die. In one years time, you will be free to be whatever you wish to be."

"How do you know." Draco remarked as he looked back out at the night sky.

"I know." The lady said as she joined his side, "You are torn between two loyalties: Your father's and yours. You can either cave into your father's wishes and serve the Dark Lord or you can break away and find out who is the real Draco Malfoy. The choice is yours."

"So life or death. I can go the way of my father and live, albiet for a short while, or defy him and die by his hand."

"Not a tough choice." When Draco glanced at her, she smiled, "Allow me to tell you a story, Malfoy the younger, a story about choice and second chance. Once there lived a girl whose job was the craft dark dreams. These dreams reveal mankind's darker side, a side filled with hate, doubt, and fear. After several years of designing these dreams, the girl became jaded and thought very little of mankind. She saw them as weak and pathetic creatures. Soon a forked tongued stranger saw the jadeness in the girl's heart and began to twist it to his whim. Through the use of false friends, he eventually turned the girl against her own family.

Soon a great war broke out over the fate of mankind. Some believe that they were superior to the humans. Other felt they had a duty to protect the humans. Both sides clashed over the issue for several years. Many had fallen during these times. Families were torn apart. The girl watched all this and how the humans were coping with the aftershocks that spilled into their world. Humans have always adapted well to changes and continued on with their lives. The girl was impressed by that and began to rethink her position. The forked tongued man knew he was losing his pawn and dispatched one of his warriors to destroy the girl.

She was ready for the warrior though, having been warn through the wind. The warrior went to strike down the girl. Instead he was struck down. The girl didn't stop with just injuring him. She killed him and trapped the warrior's spirit into a necklace with a curse. Now that warrior's spirit must protect whom ever wears the necklace. The reason why the warrior must die was he threatened to kill the girl's family. A family she loved very much. Afterwards the girl sat down and reflected on her action. Disgusted that she had to kill another in order to protect her friends, she began her life again. This time she protected humans rather than scorn them."

Draco listened intently. He could see several parrells between his life and the lady's story. Draco smiled slightly as he asked, "Did she live happily ever after?"

"Does anyone?" The woman responded, "There is woman out there for you, Draco. Live long enough to find her and be a man that she can love."

"How can I do that?" Draco grumbled as he stared at the stars. The woman's voice reached his ears as if it was coming from far away. Draco turned to look at and her , only to find the woman was gone. Her voice floated on the wind and swirled around him. He could hear the wisdom in her words.

"Have faith in your heart and make the journey to find your true self." *****************************************888888888**********************

That morning at breakfast, Draco sat as far from the rest of the Slytherins as possible. He decided to find out who he was really was. Glancing up very so often, he watched the activities at the Gryffindor table. Harry and his friends were laughing happily together. Draco felt a tinge of jealousy. He wished he could have friends to laugh with.Draco glared at his meal in front of him. Why was his life hell?

Soon the Hall filled with hooting. The owl post was coming. There was a flurry of feathers as the owls swooped in doing their appointed rounds. Today they were delivering last minutes gifts and greetings to the students. Harry watched sadly as everyone received something. He looked down at the amulet that hung around his neck. A gift from Essie, her first. Harry smiled as he fingered the amulet around his neck. He know what it was, the Deimos Amulet. According to his book, Deimos was a guardian who tried to kill Nightmare when she left Arcanius's ranks to follow her heart. Nightmare got the drop on him and trapped him in the amulet. Harry was surprised that Death got a hold of it.

Suddenly a package dropped in front of Harry causing him to jump from his thoughts. Harry stared at the long slender gift. The Hall watched in curiosity. Harry caught Ron's eye.

"Where did that come from?" Ron asked.

"I have no idea. Should I open it?" Harry remarked thoughtfully.

Ron nodded, as did Hermione. Harry gingerly opened the Package. After a few seconds of tearing, A beautiful sword was revealed. Harry picked it up to find it to be as light as a feather. It was an old sword but still in mint condition. Who was it from? Harry thought.

Checking the packaging revealed a note. Harry read the note to himself. A tear fell down his cheek. At the end, he nearly dropped the sword. He looked up at Essie who was smiling. Dumbledore had an amused tinkle in his eye.

"Well, Harry. Who is it from?" Ron asked.

"My family. It was my father's sword." Harry said softly.

"Harry, which family is it?" Hermione questioned , "I thought you didn't have any besides the Dursley's."

"I do have another family. The Le Fayes sent it. My father's family." Harry smiled softly as he handed a now nervous Ron the note.

To our beloved nephew, Merry Christmas, Harry. While we have never met, we have kept a watchful eye on you and are proud of what you have become. Here is your father's sword that has been safeguarded by his family for generations. It is time for you have it in your hour of greatest need. Take it and wield it with respect. Merry Christmas, little nephew.

Blessed be,
Morgaine and Scott MacGregor Le Faye.

Ron handed the note back to Harry carefully. Harry didn't seem to notice as he admired the sword. This was his father's. For years, generations of Potter's held this sword. Harry closed his eyes and could feel a warmth pulse from the sword. Harry opened his eyes and smiled at his friends. Hermione was happy for him and hugged Harry to show him. Ginny was smiling too. Harry carefully put the sword back into its box and cleared it from the table. He returned to his breakfast, even through he felt higher than a kite. His family never forgot him, not once since he left them. Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a smiling Death. Remus and Sirius were right by her side.

"They have never forgot you, little one." Essie assured Harry, "Not once, You are their kin."

"Remember, Harry, blood is thicker than water." Remus added, "They will be there when you need them."

"I know. It's the greatest present I could ever receive." Harry smiled. Essie glanced at Remus before leaning over.

"We can teach you to use it just as your family have for centuries. Will you allow us?" Essie asked.

"Does it have to do with Voldemort coming?" Harry whispered. Essie nodded silently waiting for his answer, which Harry gave, "Then yes I will like to learn."

Remus piped up, "We will meet you in the courtyard after dinner, Harry."

"We'll see you then." Essie said before the group turned away. Harry gathered his things and left the table. Unaware of the looks from his friends. Draco watched him leave intrigued. Glancing at his friends, Draco quickly left the Great Hall tofollow. As soon as he exited the room, he came face to face with the woman from the night before. She smiled at him.

"Just where are you going, little dragon?" she asked.

"I was following someone." Draco answered.

"Have you made your choice?"

"I wanted to talk with someone first. I want to know if I have a place to go in case of any danger."

The woman smiled as she handed Draco a key. Draco stared at it. It silver and was small. He looked back at the woman. Still smiled she closed his hand around it.

"It works in any door. Place it in the keyhole and turn. It will open a door to my home. You can hide there. I think you should still talk with Harry You may gain an ally." The woman advised, "He is down by the lake."

Draco smiled warmly, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you needed a friend and a guardian. I can be both. Now hurry before this opportunity slips away."

Draco nodded as he walked away. He stopped and turned towards her. Before he could stop himself, a question came out of his mouth.

"Are you the girl you told me about?" Draco asked. The woman smiled at him and winked before walking away. Draco smiled and headed outside.

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Nightmare: Holy shit! That was short, Mysha. Even for you! (M.W takes a break to look at the story)

M.W: I told you it was. Writer's block is an awful thing.

Nightmare: Do you have anything to add?

M.W: Yeah, If anyone out there wants a cameo in this fic by doing a disclaimer let me know. I trying to make it more interesting since it's the first thing you see. Other then that, Please review. My goal is to get a hundred before July. Thanks. (returns to typing)

Nightmare: You are hopeless, you know that.