A/N: This is rather difficult for me to do considering that I am just scraping a fic that I had worked on for ages then just scrap to start a whole new story. I hope that you guys like this better. Mind I'm trying to bounce back.

Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked to Harry. OotP spoilers.

Ch. 1 Terrible Secret

"Childhood is over the minute you find out that you are going to die." Top Dollar from 'The Crow'

In the heart of Surrey in the middle of Privet Drive there is a house. This house is like any ordinary house with the exception to the fact that there is a very unusual boy there. This boy is named Harry and it could be considered that he is not at all a boy, but a man. One could suggest that there is a large difference between a man and a boy. For example a boy does not often see death in his dreams whenever he falls to sleep, but a boy who has seen another man die often grows quickly into a man.

Harry had in fact seen death on more than one occasion and the memories held fast to his memory. On more than one occasion he had seen the same death over and over to awaken in an icy sweat and never return to his haunted dreams. These days the main death that haunted him was the death of his godfather Sirius.

Lucky for Harry it was not yet time to go to sleep and he still had time to roam the neighborhood pondering his thoughts, but never often pondering his memories. With the wind passing through his hair Harry sat down on the corner of Privet Drive pondering how he would survive another year. He glanced up on occasion looking for Dudley so that he knew that it was time to go home or what could very well be considered to be a home.

Sighing softly Harry looked down at his hand where he spotted a cut that he had gotten from a cat he decided to play with in the park. Why he ever stayed for any length of time at the Dursley's was beyond him, but the Order would probably slaughter him if he had decided to run away again.

"I'd probably be better off," he mumbled.

"Talking to yourself again?" A familiar voice that nearly made Harry groan out of annoyance came. "You sound like you have gone mad. Not that you would have to go far to get there."

Rolling his eyes Harry looked up to see his morbidly obese first cousin standing over him with his blonde hair gelled back reminding Harry of his rival Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want Dudley?" He asked coldly.

"To talk." Dudley shoved his hands in his pockets as Harry raised his eyebrow. "Come on don't look at me like that. I mean it this time."

"What's the catch?" Harry questioned.

"No catch, I just, um," Dudley paused to glance around, "I wanted to ask about those things that came around last summer."

"The dementors?" Harry asked. Dudley nodded looking slightly unsure of himself. "Why? On any normal base you'd never want to hear any of what goes on in my world."

"Well today I do and I want to know if you knew what it was like," Dudley moved closer to Harry. Feeling extremely uneasy Harry stood up facing his cousin. After years of poundings he wasn't about to let his guard down now. However where Dudleys gang was hiding he didn't know. He looked around quickly. There was a bush across the street that any of them could be lurking.

"Yeah I know what it's like," Harry said, "I know everytime they come too close I hear when Voldemort killed my parents."

"How do you handle it? Is there anyway to get away from what they do to you?" Dudley had dropped his voice, but he wasn't coming any closer. Maybe this was for real, just maybe Dudley was going to hold respect for him. Harry would have to make sure.

"You don't," he replied, "but what could someone as spoiled as you have that haunts you so badly?"

Dudley's chest swelled up as he inhaled sharply and Harry could have sworn that Dudley's hands had turned into fists in his pockets. It took a minute, but Dudley relaxed and his blue eyes bore into Harry's.

"My girlfriend," he replied solemnly. "I ki-."

Harry frowned as his cousin stopped. He knew all too well that his cousin wouldn't cry, but he looked like he would if he continued without regaining his thoughts. Allowing a few minutes of awkward silenced passed before Harry decided to break the silence.

"You had a girlfriend?" He said. "I thought Smeltings was all boys."

"It's called sneaking out," Dudley snapped, "she went to the school just down the road from Smeltings. An all girls Catholic School."

"What happened then? Maybe if you face it you will get over it," Harry watched a car pass by and looked back at Dudley.

"I ki-," Dudley stopped and took a breath, "I killed her."

"What!?" Harry said in disbelief. "You?"

"It was an accident," Dudley managed. "She told me something and I went mad. I didn't mean to. Oh God you can't tell my mum and dad."

"Dudley you murdered someone," Harry said through gritted teeth so that he didn't yell. "I don't care what you say or whether or not it was an accident; murder is murder."

"I know!" Dudley yelled. "Don't you think I know this? But the odd thing is, I don't remember killing her."

Harry sighed running his hand thorough his messy hair. Why his cousin chose to come to him with this was beyond him, but he did.

"Why?" he asked finally. "May I ask why?"

"Because she was just like you," Dudley snarled, "and she was pregnant."

Hot bile rose in Harry's throat and his stomach flipped. There was a Catholic school that had a witch in their halls that was dead now. Dead for a year, perhaps more.

"So you killed her to solve your problems?" Harry felt sick. "Why didn't you... Why weren't you...Oh never mind. Listen I won't say anything, that's your place, but I'm telling you right now that there is nothing that is going to help you Dudley... never. Not as long as there is blood on your hands."

Harry turned on heal and ran for number four where he knew that he couldn't look his aunt and uncle in the eye because of what he knew. As soon as he got home he would go to his room and write a letter to Ron and Hermione telling them that he needed to leave immediately. Dudley had admitted to the murder of a witch and given the chance he would probably kill a wizard.

An hour passed by and Harry had sealed two letter and was tying them to Hedwigs leg when there was a knock on his door. He quickly sent Hedwig on her way and opened the door to a very disgruntled Uncle Vernon.

"What did you say to my son?" he asked in a hiss. Harry frowned, his wonderful cousin had probably set him up to do this or at least if Dudley was that smart he would have. It was most likely that he would escape a beating if he played stupid.

"What are you talking about?" He asked screwing up his face to appear as if he didn't know anything.

"He just came home and he is pale as a ghost! Now I know that you have been talking to him!" Uncle Vernon look extremely livid. "Now tell me what you have said!"

"Nothing! I haven't said a thing to him!" Outraged by the answer he had been given, Uncle Vernon slapped Harry clear into the wall just behind where he was standing. For a few seconds Harry struggled to breath, but he eventually regained normal breathing patterns and that's when Harry heard a great amount of glass breaking downstairs.

"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia screamed.

Uncle Vernon glared icily at Harry before rushing down the stairs. Knowing that he would possibly regret following, Harry rushed down the stairs in pursuit of his uncle.

The dining room was covered in tiny shards of porcelain and crystal. Aunt Petunia was standing in the doorway looking horrified. There was complete silence for what seemed like hours until the two heads belonging to Harry's aunt and uncle turned on him.

"How did this happen?" Aunt Petunia snarled.

"I haven't done anything!" Harry said in his defense spotting Dudley cowering in a corner.

"Don't lie to us boy!" Uncle Vernon snapped. "We know that you have done something!"

"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly," Harry snapped clearing his throat, "I haven't done a damn thing nor have I said anything to your precious son." There was an added amount of sarcasm when Harry spoke of Dudley.

Uncle Vernon appeared utterly livid as he moved to strangle Harry, but no sooner had Uncle Vernon's fingertips touched Harry's throat did the doorbell ring. Not wanting to risk being attacked for murder, Uncle Vernon stepped away adjusting his horrible tie.

"Get the bloody door boy," he snarled, "but don't think that you aren't going to get what is coming to you."

Sighing out of relief Harry nearly ran for the door.

(End)

So, what do you think? I'm excited about movie 3 coming out on Friday and felt that it was time to write another Harry Potter fic. I hope the murder appeals to all of you. As for anyone who takes offense to the Catholic thing... Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the hell over it. Oh yes and I need a beta reader for this... It seems that the one I had quit on me.

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Fallen Angel of Hell