AN/Warnings: Nee…*twitches violently*

So much doujinshi…must buy…neeeed it. Ebay is mocking me.

I have Maroon 5's Harder to Breathe stuck in my head.

As I was saying, this chapter might clear a few things up. This means I'll probably ramble on some more and make this even more confusing because when I answer one question, I ask another five, or something. I think Snape will have a part in this. Yay!

In Response to the Reviewers:

Bwahahah! I seem to have confounded everyone. Excellent. *strokes villainous mustache* Don't worry, you're supposed to be confused. Hell, even I'm confused. Damn this story that has no structure. DAMN IT!

…Ahem. I need to get rid of this moustache.

Because I'm a lazy *beep* who doesn't want to reply to reviews, suck it up and deal with it. (Damn censors) I'll do it next chapter, I swear.

Hahah. Enjoy.

Fais de Beaux Rê ves [Sweet Dreams] - Ink and Blood

Draco Malfoy stared at the figure in front of him for about another two seconds.

Hoping he was dreaming, he grabbed the ring near the top of door, and closed it quietly.

He didn't want to remember this.

When he turned around, he didn't see the stone wall across the hall, but black.

The black ruffled, and Draco looked up.

Serverus stood there, his deep, dark brown eyes turning maroon with rage.

"What did you see?!" He hissed, grabbing the blonde boy's pajama collar and bringing his face down to the Slytherin student's level.

Draco had never been so petrified in his entire life. He had a very bad, gut-wrenching feeling that whoever, whatever, he saw in there was something no one was supposed to see.

"I-I-" He struggled for words, an excuse, and Snape exhaled sharply.

"Did you see him? Potter?" The professor needed no verbal answer, the widening of clear blue eyes, the color that drained away from the boy's cheeks, the stammering and silent movement of lips was a resounding 'yes'.

"Damn it!" Snape was having a hard time keeping his voice low, and Draco was shaking violently. He was gasping for breath, and he still had no idea what he had done wrong. "Come with me." The man grabbed the boy's wrist, and sharply dragged him up to Dumbledore's office.

When they reached the statue that guarded the entrance, Snape muttered;

"Angel cake."

"Albus, Draco found the Door." Snape's breathing matched Draco's, ragged and gasping.

Dumbledore took off his glasses, and leant back in his chair. The old man's face was pained, and when he took a deep breath to regain some control, he winced.

"Draco, please. Tell us what you saw." Dumbledore's voice was calm, but it bordered on pleading.

Draco looked up, his face still white and still trembling.

"I-It was a boy, he looked like Potter. But, but, he had a wound or something here," He clutched his left chest, just below his shoulder. "Ah - and it was bleeding. He had these wings, too. Coming from his shoulders. But they were transparent."

Snape looked at Dumbledore, who sighed.

"I suppose we'll have to tell him, then."

"Albus! If he tells, we'll all be-"

"Yes, I know.. But he is Harry's. "

"But look what happened to-"

"We will not be speaking of him right now. Do not lecture me on my own faults, Serverus." Dumbledore stood up, his hands flat on his desk.

Snape exhaled sharply, and pouted. It would have been very amusing if Draco wasn't still scared out of his mind.

"Mr. Malfoy. What you saw is what is left of one Harry Potter's mortal life. Although he is currently…" Dumbledore waved his hand in the air for effect. "Dead, I believe is the word. He is currently an Angel-"

"What? Like the ones in that Muggle book?" Draco blurted out. Dumbledore shrugged.

"To some extent. Upon his death, he had been fated to become a Guardian Angel." Snape rolled his eyes, and some sparkle came back to the old man's eyes.

Something akin to realization dawned onto the blonde, and he laughed.

"Ahahahah. Very funny. Potter's my 'effing Guardian Angel? That's funny." Nervous laughter shook his body, but the laughter didn't make him smile.

"I'm being deadly serious, Mr. Malfoy. Maybe even fatally," Dumbledore sat back down again, and scratched the back of his neck.

Draco's laughter stopped, and he rolled his eyes to stare at the old man.

"What you saw in that room is what is left of Harry Potter's life force. I'm quite surprised that you saw it in a manifested form. But I suppose these things happen."

Draco stared. This lead to more staring, which lead to him being totally confused out of his mind.

"I have no idea what's going on." He stated simply, and Snape snorted. Dumbledore smiled, and leant back in his chair again.

"While Harry Potter is officially dead-"

"But the Wease - Weasley said he had gone off on some Auror thing or something."

"Hah! How's the Gryffindor duo? Lost without your Pothead?"

"Shove it, Malfoy."

"Please, Malfoy. Just leave us alone."

Granger had always been smart for a Mudblood. When she glared at him, and wrapped an arm around Ron, whispering some comforting words, Malfoy suddenly almost felt ashamed.

He then quickly shrugged this off and tripped a first year Hufflepuff, then smirking and stalking off to Charms.

"-means that although Harry is dead, in the most simple sense, he has minimal life energy. Therefore, until all of it is gone, it is theoretically possible to bring Harry Potter back to life. That is the meaning of the Door you found. It's actually a conservation of sorts."

"Are you going to?" Snape interjected, and Dumbledore shook his head.

"No. Such things were meant to be."

"Albus, you're contradicting yourself. Potter was sent to Limbo. Only those who die by cheating Fate are sent to Limbo."

"Every single mortal life has a final destination, Serverus. It just depends what road we each take to get there."

Snape fell silent, and both looked at Draco Malfoy.

The blonde boy was staring at the floor, his lips slightly parted and his blue eyes clouded with thought. Blonde hair fell over his eyes, and he was rocking back and forth slowly.

Snape elbowed the boy gently, and he looked up, the clouds clearing.

"So…what about…Him?" Snape chuckled at this comment, and Draco stared at him, as if the Potions Master was delirious.

"My Lord," He spat, maroon eyes narrowing, "Is in no condition to wage war. Although he has strong allies, he will not launch any threatening attack on the Wizarding World until he can lead them himself."

"What about…my Father?"

Dumbledore and Snape shot each other looks that made Draco feel excluded. Dumbledore's was sympathetic, but Snape's was insistent.

Something was going on.

"Malfoy…" A low voice hissed. "Do you have it?" A slim, bony white hand beckoned, and a black robed figured bowed stiffly.

"Of course, my Lord." Malfoy produced a vial, with a crimson substance slipping inside. It's silver stopper had two wings arching from the base, an arrow through both of them.

"Excellent. Your services will be rewarded."

The Death Eater bowed more deeply this time, blonde hair showing and a glint of eyes that changed from hazel to blue.

Placing the vial in the disfigured hand, Malfoy was about to slip back into the small circle of those who remained, but was stopped when the hand grabbed the robe the Death Eater was covered in.

The Lord smiled grimly, and pressed his hand against Malfoy's neck. Shocked blue eyes flickered to hazel as a hissing noise and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

When the Lord released his grip, he had two other Death Eaters lead a stunned Malfoy back to the Lord's closest allies, his Inner Circle.

"Pettigrew. Prepare my potion." A small, timid-looking man nodded quickly, and scurried off.

Rising from the dark corner of the room, a man with blood-red eyes and an ashen face grinned sadistically at his followers. Black hair had grown back, it was now long and messy. His face had lost some of it's age, but the blood lust was as strong as ever.

"They cannot hide forever, my dears. Those fools will pay." He clenched the hand that held the vial, bringing it up to his face for all of them to see. The glass seemed to merge with the pale flesh, and it looked as though he had suspended blood in mid-air.

The Lord licked his dry lips, and tasted flesh and blood.

"How many times can you fool Death?" He wondered aloud, laughing to himself. This laugh was slow and exact, tuned after years of seeking revenge.

And revenge he would have.

At midnight the next night, Dumbledore was working by candlelight in his office. A storm raged on outside, lightning slashing through the air, followed by the war drum of it's partner, thunder.

A smaller, child-stage version of Fawkes cooed from his perch, tears slipping from dark, wide eyes.

The old man turned around, and smiled sadly.

"There is no need for tears, Fawkes. You cannot heal such things."

The door to Dumbledore's office slammed, and Dumbledore's gaze lifted to a rain soaked Lucius Malfoy, blonde hair plastered to his head. His gray and blue eyes were wide and dilated, and he leaned against the stone wall, shaking violently.

Serverus Snape came in seconds later, obviously having heard the door on his patrol of the school halls.

"Damn it, Lucius! You're going to wake the entire school!" He hissed, but refrained from any other outburst.

The Malfoy choked on unshed tears, and his eyes rolled back. Snape grudgingly caught the fainting Lucius, and stared at the Dark Mark that swirled up his neck, as his head fell limp.

It was freshly cut, with blood seeping and mixing with black ink and rainwater. It was visibly burning, and Snape pressed his hand against it to stop the bleeding.

Fawkes flew over to perch on Serverus' shoulder, and looked at the Potions Master, before nudging his hand away with his beak.

When Snape reluctantly did so, the phoenix leant his head on the man's neck, and tears slipped from his eyes.

Seconds later, when the phoenix flew away, the now clean tattoo grinned at them all with its triumphant, dead skull eyes.

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End of Chapter Notes: Oh my God, I gave so much away in this chapter. There's actually something really obvious if you look for it. This was a Harry-less chapter. I beg for forgiveness. I also put some of the Draco Malfoy that we all know from the canon in there.

And so we descend deeper into my made-up-on-the-spot plot. Doesn't it make you all happy and so confused?

I'm supposed to be doing homework. I'm going to die if anyone finds out.

I'm writing these in a rush, sorry I don't have time for a Things-To-Look-Forward-To. Everything I said I'd do in this chapter last chapter will be done in the next chapter.

…That was confusing.

Ciao!