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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, by Accident: Dreaming

"I like her," Draco said once Rayne had left. He threw his arm around Harry's waist and pulled the raven-haired teen closer to him

"I do too," Harry snuggled into Draco's touch.

"You look a lot like her."

"Meaning she looks a lot like my dad...but her eyes..."

"Yeah, they were defiantly unusual."

Harry nodded sleepily.

"Looks like you have some Slytherin in you after all."

Harry's eyes shot open. "I...what!?"

"She said she was in Slytherin."

"Oh..." Harry remembered first year when he had to beg the sorting hat not to place him in Slytherin. "No wonder."

"No wonder what?" Draco asked

"Hm, nothing, I'm just tired."

Draco nodded and they settled for sleep.

Rayne sighed reaching the landing at the bottom of the stairs.

"It hurts you to see him, doesn't it?"

She looked up startled, then relaxed at the sight of Lucius. "He just...he's identical to James, and from what I hear he's a trouble maker as well."

Lucius nodded and took a step closer to Rayne. "I've missed you." He said.

"Oh Luc," she smiled and went to hug him. "It's been so hard. Living off of the word of the Daily Prophet, not knowing what's gone on really in the last sixteen years. I mean you," she looked at him her arms still around him. "You're married and you have a son and, you're now supposed be dead, but you're with the Order...it's totally backwards."

"I know," he ran a hand through her hair. "Life's unpredictable like that."

"How's Vic?"

He smiled weakly, "I couldn't turn him for the world."

Rayne buried her head in his chest. "I missed you too."

He lifted her chin up so they were looking each other in the eye.

"Luc-"

Lucius quieted her with a kiss. "We can't change the past," he said, placing his hand on her cheek, "But we can write our own future."

She pulled away from him, "Lucius, please...don't do this now. Wait until we come out of this, wait until the war is over."

"It could take years to end."

"Or it could take days."

"What if something happens to one of us, how would we ever know if we were supposed to be together?"

"We would have been together all those years ago if-"

"You don't honestly believe that load of-"

"Do you see what's happening!? We're not even together and we're bickering non-stop," Rayne yelled. "Luc, I'm sorry, but I can't get attached, not before I let my only remaining family throw himself in the face of sudden death for the rest of the world. You do realize that if Harry isn't strong enough he could die with Voldemort."

Lucius looked at her, "Promise me I'll get my chance."

Rayne nodded before blowing him a kiss and heading upstairs.

The days that followed passed slowly in No. 12, consisting of training, and sending out word of the war, of pulling Harry and Draco, lips still attached, out of closets so Harry could finish his DA DA lessons with Rayne.

And then, Voldemort was upon them.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place emptied slowly of Order members the first month of the war, until all that remained were Rayne, Sirius, Harry and Draco.

"Dumbledore's taken measure's to protect Hogwarts," Rayne informed Sirius, "Those eligible and willing have been placed in the battle."

Sirius nodded, "Harry," he turned to his godson, "I'm going out today," Harry closed his eyes, he knew what this meant, soon enough Rayne would bring him to some site where bodies lay strewn, Death Eaters filed every space, and he would have to wait, wait and pretend like he knew what he was doing...besides waiting to die. "Remus and Arthur need help," Sirius finished.

"How's Bill doing?" Harry asked, looking at his feet.

Bill Weasley had been in Healer's care for a week now; he'd been hit with some new curse the Death Eater's introduced at the beginning of the war.

"He's doing better," Sirius said not so reassuringly.

"Draco, take Harry into the study, will you?" Rayne asked.

Draco nodded. Harry hated this, ever since this started, he'd been being treated like some child, always led out of places, like he couldn't take a hit.

"If they're drafting Hogwarts students that can't mean very good news for the light," Draco said once they'd reached the study.

"I wish they would just bloody tell us what was happening. I mean, just because they're drafting students doesn't mean the light is failing, it could mean they're just trying to over power the Dark. But we don't know."

"Harry-"

"You know what this means Dray?" Harry said without waiting for an answer, "It means once Sirius is gone I'll be next."

"Harry, we don't know that. Voldemort still hasn't shown himself." Draco tried to comfort him.

"He's waiting for me, and some how he's blocked out our mental link, so I don't know where he is. But once I get out there, he'll find me, and he'll kill me."

"Harry you can't think like that," Draco scolded, "You can do this, I believe you can, and I'll be right there with you, I promise."

Harry fell into Draco's arms, like he had so many times in the past months of war, "I need you now more than ever," he whispered.

"I know," Draco smoothed his hair down. "I love you."

"Harry?"

It was like time had stopped, no one was moving but him, the people were frozen in place, spells were cast and still in mid-air, Sirius, or Snuffles, as he was in dog form, was tearing off a Death Eater's robe.

"Harry."

He looked around at where he was. Some place foreign to him, but at the same time oddly familiar. There was an old house, worn down, boarded up, to his far right, he walked that way.

"Harry!"

The voice in his head grew more persistent, began screaming his name, loader as he approached the house.

And then he was inside, up the stairs and-

Harry woke up in a cold sweat; Draco was staring at him with a concerned look on his face.

"Get Rayne," he panted.

Draco jumped up and rushed down the hall to the woman's room. They came back a minute later.

"What is it Harry?" She asked, flushed.

"Where's Sirius?"

She looked confused.

"Where is he?"

"He's at the site where you're parent's used to live, why?"

"Is the house still there?"

"It's barely a house anymore, just some rotting wood, but yes." Rayne said.

"Harry, what-" Draco began, but Harry silenced him.

"I know where Voldemort is."