Chapter 3: Okay. Onwards to Chapter three! Okay, Updates will probably be slow the next week or two. I have finals. Uhg…Hm. Actually, right now my family thinks that I am up here studying. Ha! Shows how much they know. Hm, some angst is going to be showing up in the story now. Yay! But I will still have Harry Draco fun moments, I love writing those.. Anyways, I've nothing new to really write here. Thanks to all my reviewers so far!

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Rated :PG13 at the moment, R later

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There was fire. Fire everywhere.

And rain. He didn't understand who that worked. The fire and the rain. Somewhere someone was screaming. No, that was wrong, everywhere someone was screaming. It echoed through the hills. Everywhere he looked were flares of green light.

A small muggle child ran out of a house.

Followed by another, and another. Soon a larger group of children were standing there, looking at their town burn.

He tried to read the sign on the house the children came out of.

"Orphanage"

He heard a pop, and another. Soon there were twelve dark shadows surrounding the children. "Avada Kedevra"

Soon the bodies of children were littering the ground. Green sparks sped through the air, as if flashes of lightning.

"Noooo--"

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"Noooo--" Harry cried, waking from his sleep. His body was covered in a sticky sweat. His silk pajamas fastened to his body. He was curled in a fetal position. He looked up to see Draco hovering over him protectively.

"I'm sorry" he muttered, "I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't, you just lay there screaming. Gods, Harry, you haven't woke up screaming in so long of a time, what happened?" He helped Harry up into a sitting position, gazing down anxiously at Harry's sweat covered form.

"Nothing, it was nothing, just a nightmare. It was nothing." Harry said quickly, knowing that Draco would send him to Dumbledore, even though he hated the man. "What time's it?" Harry asked, knowing his deliberate attempt at changing the subject wouldn't fool Draco, but Draco would leave him alone.

"It's a little before six," responded Draco, still watching Harry. "Ready for breakfast? Or do you want to shower first?

"Shower" replied Harry lazily. But he didn't get out of there bed. He stretched sluggishly, but then collapsed back down into bed. "Mmm….Or sleep," he said, gesturing at his pillow.

Draco leaned forward a little bit, "Well, I need to shower, I'll wake you for breakfast," Draco looked at Harry, who was already closing his eyes sleepily. "Well…See you in an hour," he said, yawning and stretching.

When Harry heard the door to their bathroom shut he opened his eyes. The light was shining into his room so brightly that it was burning his eyes, creating a headache. "Great, a perfect day already…" he trailed off sarcastically. He was far to wide awake to go back to sleep, and every time that he closed his eyes he returned to where the muggle children had been murdered.

He jumped out of bed, deciding that he needed a walk. Searching for a piece of parchment and a quill, Harry left Draco a quick note.

Drake,

Couldn't sleep, went for walk, see you at breakfast.

-Harry

Harry pulled on some clothing, and a heavy cloak over, and descended down towards the common room. He looked around anxiously, before quickly crossing it towards the door. 'Thank God no one's down here, I don't know if I could handle them today,' Harry thought, with a harsh laugh. The hallways were cold and he was immediately grateful for the cloak he was wearing.

A few students were milling about the Great Hall and the main entrance, but Harry kept to the shadows, and went unnoticed. The bright sun immediately caused him to wince back, but he headed towards the Quidditch pitch, where the stands would produce enough shade as not to bother him.

'I wonder if what happened was real,' Harry thought to himself, 'I remember this happening back in 5th year, and Dumbledore had said it all had come to pass. But, Oh Gods those kids. There had to be at least 20 of them, all younger than me. I really should go to Dumbledore with this' he thought darkly.

He hated it, all of it. His life. Being Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, the way everyone expected him to save the world time after time. Draco was the only one who didn't expect anything of him. He let him be whoever he wanted to be, not forcing him into any damn'd role. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with it all.

Hell, half the school hated him. Most for being a Slytherin, and friends with Draxo, one from the "Dark house" and the others, mainly the sons of death eaters, hated him for being Harry Potter, the one who defeated Voldemort. He swung his foot at a rock, angry and needing to take it out on something, but the rock didn't budge, and all he ended up doing was hurting his foot.

Oh well, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, and he wasn't even going to try. Deciding to leave the memory of his dream where it was, that is, as just a memory, Harry headed back inside, completely unaware of the dark shape in the stands, that had been watching him all along.

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"Harry, where were you?!" called out Draco, as Harry entered the Great Hall. Draco looked closely at Harry, there were shadows under his eyes, and he was awfully pal, though, Harry was usually pale, so that really wasn't saying much.

"Went for a walk, I left you a note," Harry replied, watching Draco pick at a large bowl of oatmeal, as he sat down.

"Yeah, got it," Draco said, sniffing disdainfully at his breakfast, "What is this stuff?!"

"Oatmeal, eat it, it's good for you," laughing at the face Draco made.

"What, a Malfoy eat common peasant food?!" Exclaimed Draco, looking shocked that Harry could even consider such a thing.

"You know Malfoy, you are to picky for you own good." Harry said, shoveling a large spoonful of the oatmeal into his own mouth.

"And you my dear Potter, are not picky enough, you are going to get fat" Draco shot at him. Watching disgustedly as Harry piled food into his mouth.

"Hasn't happened yet!" Harry said, taking a large swig of his pumpkin juice, before downing more food. Draco froze, throwing down his spoon.

"Harry Potter! I command you to stop eating right this instant! I refuse to sit here, and watch you shovel this….Food….Down your throat. It is shameful for me to be associating with you, what will people think!" Cried Draco indignantly.

"People will think it's sexy of course," replied Harry lightly, "I mean, just look at me, anything I do is considered sexy by most the populace." He said, smiling grandly behind his flask of pumpkin juice.

"Potter, though while you find the barbaric, "I just go laid, and had a great nights sleep, followed by this delicious meal" look, will work on you, many of us actually have to exert ourselves in achieving….said sexiness, therefore, sitting next to you is ruining my long implanted image, and if you don't stop, I'll have to force you to leave this table!"

"Oh," said Harry, looking up innocently, "you were still talking?"

Draco laughingly threw up his hands and stormed out of the Great Hall.

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Okay! Chapter three is done. You probably noticed how I added some nice angst for you guys. I was going to have Harry cutting himself, but that is used a lot, tell me whether you think I should or not. Please review!