A/N: This part isn't betad either… Sorry… Please forgive my mistakes, as I said, I'm not a native English speaker, but I try my best. Even if my friends accuse me of being a Coma-Eater -_- . I apologize for it. Chapter 1

There were many reason for Lord Voldemort actions, he always had at least one. Now, for whether the people understood it, no one was really sure; the point was that he understood it. And to one of those incomprehensible actions you can add his failed attempts to kill the boy known as Harry Potter. No one actually knows why he so desperately seeks the boy's destruction, some say it's revenge; but what was the real reason for it the first time?

The boy did have potential for greatness, but wouldn't it be simply more helpful to make him join his side rather than to get rid of him?

The only living person to know the answers to these questions is Tom Marvolo Riddle and he would be damned if he ever told anyone!

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"This is ridiculous!" Draco looked over his family tree.

"We must have done something wrong!" Harry looked at his own.

The boys glared at each other.

"Let's do it again!" Draco growled and threw the parchment away

Harry nodded and took his Potion's book out.

He and Draco had gotten detention with Snape after they had started a fight during class and had ended up turning Neville into a toad. Although Snape had been amused by this, as far as the man probably could, it had not save either one of them of loosing house points and ending up cleaning the dungeon classroom. Snape had left after handing them a bucket of water and a sponge. Naturally they had simply taken out their wands and magiced everything in order and had settled to pass the rest of their time trying to kill each other through glaring.

That had been three month ago, and Harry still wasn't sure how they had ended up arguing over their family heritage. The point was that Draco had taken out his potion's material and had started with help of the Potion's book to brew something to enchant a piece of paper. The Slytherin had then cut his finger to let a drop of blood fall on it. Almost immediately lines like branches had started to spread from it all over the paper. Harry had watched amazed as names appeared slowly until one formed a bit farther away from Draco's that made him gasp: Harry Potter. Both of them had starred unbelievable at it. According to this they were related… they were cousins!

Annoyed Draco had said he had done the Potion wrongly and had done another one. Harry had joined in that time, but the result had not changed, not even after two more times.

From then on their behavior towards each other had simply become awkward. Draco had stopped teasing him; he simply avoided Harry and the Gryffindor didn't know much better. Needless to say, this went not unnoticed by their classmates.

Hermione and Ron tried to get it out of Harry, but he simply said that he would not loose his time on a Slytherin and had left them rather quickly, almost fleeing.

Draco on his part made clear that there was no way he would lower himself to a Gryffindor's level, which was even more unbelievable since it did not stop him from bugging the rest of the Gryffindor tower.

This had gone on until Harry had simply gotten bored of it and had caught the Slytherin in the library alone to settle things.

That was a month and a half ago and the two of them had become something like friends in secret. Their behavior to the outside went back to normal, after all what would life become if the two started to be just nice to each other?

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Harry looked up from his plate as Hedwig landed on his shoulder. He stretched his arm out for her to move and to jump easier on the table so she could snatch something to eat from his plate while he read the note she had brought him

Ron glanced curiously at him. "And?"

Harry opened the note: Can't. Delay by one day. Same. There was no more, no signature, nothing that could lead to the person's identity. Different people had written every word. Harry sighed and let Ron read it while he patted Hedwig's head and the owl lifted off again.

"You got one of those weird notes again?" Hermione had taken the piece of paper of Ron's hands. "You know, you should start worrying what they are, they make no sense."

Harry knew she was right. To everyone else they made no sense. But to him they did. He knew it came from Draco. He knew what the words meant, so why should he bother saying so? He and Draco had agreed not to share their connections just yet.

"Hermione, you worry too much." He said as he let the note slip into his pocket. "It's probably someone just playing a joke."

"I don't know, Harry, Hermione is right." Ron said between bites. "Maybe you should tell McGonagall, one never knows, especially with You-know-Who being more active lately.

Harry sighed. "Fine let me take care of it."

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He moved nervously from one foot to the other. It was cold in the dungeon were he waited with his father's cloak for Draco to come out of the Slytherin's common room.

"Harry?" he heard a soft call and walked silently to the source. The young Slytherin stood at the entrance of his house waiting for him. He threw carefully the cloak over him too.

"Hi." Harry whispered with a smile.

"Hey, Gryffie." A wicked smile responded.

Harry glared at Draco; his cousin knew he hated that nickname, which was probably why he used it every time he got the chance.

"Where to now?" Draco asked ignoring him.

"Out of this freaking, cold place." Harry said as he rubbed his cold arms.

His cousin nodded and they headed together for one of the empty classroom in one of the upper levels of the castle. Draco opened the door and took a quick glance.

"Seems safe." He said and Harry followed taking the cloak off.

"My friends are starting to think your notes are some death threatening warnings."

Draco glanced at him. "So?"

Harry shrugged. "We should try some other mean of communication."

The Slytherin sat on the edge of a table. "Fine."

"By the way, what happened that you couldn't come yesterday? Your note didn't give much explanation."

"I had detention in History. " He waved with his hand dismissively. "And it would have become too late for us to meet. You know how Binns thinks living beings don't need to sleep…"

An amused smile was on Harry's lips. "What did you do?"

"Can't you guess?" Draco's eyes glittered evilly. "I wasn't behaving very nicely to one of the Ravenclaws."

"You mean to say, you bugged whatever poor child was damned to sit near you until you practically lost ten to fifteen points for your house."

Draco snickered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't change!"

"Nope." He lifted a leg up and rested his foot on the edge of the table. "But back to the matter of our notes. How do we keep these meetings up? I mean, it's not like I could walk up to you and say: Hey, Harry, buddy, you wanted me to tell you a lil' bit about myself, how about we meet after lunch?"

Harry laughed; he could pretty much imagine his friend's faces. "I don't know, maybe we could come up with some signs?"

"That might be even worse." Draco sighed. "They might think I'm making a move on you. You know how rumors start, especially about us."

Harry moved a chair to the table and sat down and let his feet rest lazily next to Draco. "Well, what else then?"

"Let's try to sit in Potion's together."

Harry starred at him as though he had just seen Voldemort himself pass by in a pink dress dancing ballet. Draco couldn't help himself and laughed out.

"You were kidding, right?" Harry was still starring at him with wide eyes.

"No, not really- " Draco's lips formed to a wicked smile. "You see, everyone knows we hate each other, so we could simply pretend that we are trying to bug one another by sitting together."

"My Potion's grades are going to puff into nothingness." Harry passed a hand over his face, annoyed.

"Just for two week or so. Com'on, afterwards we think of something else. " He grinned.

"I'll get you in Transfiguration for this. " Harry growled frustrated.

"Maybe… maybe not."

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Harry sat in the warm sand on the beach, the breeze softly caressing his features. It was peaceful and quite. But soon, with the lowering of the sun at the horizon the darkness would creep into his dreams again. As it did every night lately… He couldn't stop it. Not even the Dream Potions he got in the Infirmary to give him these pleasant dreams or the Dreamless ones, would hinder the darkness to rise.

So he watched tiredly as the sky turned blue and black. As clouds gathered in a storm and the screams of suffering and torture became louder and louder until all there was for him to see and smell was blood.

And like every dream he would wait for the waves of the sea to calm and let the darkness rise from its depth. Clothed in black robes ruby eyes watched him from afar. Always coming closer with every wave and yet unable to cross the line to reach out to him. But the hand waited every time for him to reach back and let himself be lulled down the forbidden path that would surely follow…