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'Dark. Light. Where am I? I don't… Potter? Where…? Who…am I? Potter? I… I… Harry Potter… James? Who are… are… you?'

The sound of water dripping. A scent of musty paper. A wet patch under an outstretched arm. A gasp of shocked recognition, then unconsciousness once more. A last word slips from parched lips.

"Voldemort…"

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It was sunny when Draco awoke. The curtains around his bed were flung back, allowing a generous amount of sunlight to spill across his delicate features. The storm had taken three days to blow over and spring seemed to delight in the show of sun and blue skies.

Rolling to his side, Draco wondered what time it was. He often slept in on the weekends, pondering sums and equations from his last class on Fridays. Such a sunny Saturday morning just begged to be exploited, yet he remained under his blankets.

Memory flowed through his mind, hard to grasp, to remember. There was a dark place, a person, a word. What had it been? A name. Frowning with concentration, he tried to trap the memory. Familiar, the name was familiar, on the tip of his tongue.  Voldemort?

Shuddering in spite of the warmth around him, Draco found that the dream was gone. It was no good, he remembered no more. Shaking his head, he glanced at the mirror beside his bed.

"Ugh, bed hair." He groaned as he captured his mirrored gaze. Blonde hair, falling about his ears, had dried and gone stiff during the night, creating a teased effect. Grey-blue eyes wrinkled as fair eyebrows drew down, frowning at the face in the mirror. The same face, paler than usual, mimicked the action, scowling at its counterpart in the real world.

"Draco!" The shout knocked him back into reality. It was a high-pitched, female voice. Too high-pitched for the morning, Draco thought. Willing himself out of bed, he grabbed the previous nights clothes, still damp from his 'escape' to the Astronomy tower.

"Draco Maaalfoooooy!" Again, the banshee-like voice pierced the still air. Ignoring the shrill wail, Draco dressed, taking his time. Tossing his pajamas on the unmade bed, he drew back the curtain to take in the disheveled room beyond. It seemed that the rest of the Slytherin sixth-year boys had left earlier.

Shrugging to himself, Draco leant on the windowsill, surveying the land laid before him. After Slytherin house's Head had gone missing, they were handed over to Magenta Bile, the new Potion's Mistress. Complaining of cold dungeons, she'd had the whole house moved to one of the spare towers. The students found it hard to adjust at first, but soon enjoyed the warmth of the new tower rooms.

From where he stood, Draco could see the Forbidden Forest, the Lake and the Quidditch Pitch. It was a beautiful view, the sun casting a glow to all it touched. Sighing heavily, the teen turned away. The only downside to the whole tower-thing was that I f… no, when … when Severus Snape came back … they would have to move back to the dungeons. It wouldn't last. Nothing ever did …

Dragged back to reality for the second time that day, Draco eyed the door warily. He could have sworn that he'd heard a knock. It was with trepidation that he reached for the handle.

'If it's HER, I swear, I'm gonna jump out the window. I swear it!'

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A/N: I know, I know …  a short chapter, but it's still a chapter, so enjoy!

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