Author's notes: I do not own Harry Potter nor associates. Explanations for new terms/spells/magical items are at post-fic author's notes.

And to clarify, words in Italics meant they are thoughts between Harry and Draco.

Thanks silver115 for the reviews. Sorry that I got your nick wrong the other time.
Harry woke up very early the next morning, for he wanted to clarify his doubt with Professor Lupin as soon as possible.

"Draco! Wake up! We're going to Lupin now!" Harry put that thought in his head, knowing that it would reach the Slytherin asleep on the other side of the castle. The Slytherin, too, had risen early and the two arranged to meet promptly outside the Professor's office.

"Professor? Are you in there? Can we come in?" Harry knocked on the door, using a big brass knocker.

The door then opened itself, and the Professor was sitting across the room, drinking tea from his cherished china.

"Professor," Harry stammered, not knowing how he should put across the accusation of Remus trying to conceal something from him.

"Professor, tell us truthfully, are you hiding something from Harry? Something to do with a certain rose?" Extroverted Draco spoke up for Harry; folding his arms across his chest he gave the Professor a cold stare.

"Why do you even think so? I'm not hiding anything that I think you should know," Lupin set his tea cup on the table and crossed his legs.

"Professor," Harry started, "I dreamt of the rose last night. Do not tell me it does not exist. My scar throbbed."

Upon hearing that Harry's scar hurt, blood drained from the Professor's face. That lightning bolt scar- Harry's trademark; was the way Voldemort branded the child. Harry was tagged by Voldemort, and the scar knew when he is near. Or if the Rose of Miztgral was near.

"Harry, I do not know if you are ready to hear about this, but are you aware that you are very near the second war?" The Professor stood up and walked towards on of his chests, apparently looking for something.

"I already know what the rose is! Can't you people just tell me everything? Keeping all these to yourselves and only telling me after the incident has occurred, what's wrong with all of you?" Harry shouted angrily, very worked up about how Remus had denied him the right to know all that he is about to go through. Draco took in a sharp breath on seeing an enraged Harry, shocked.

"It is not as simple as it seemed in the dream," Lupin turned around and hissed at Harry. "And if you really want to know, I want you to be the only person to hear about it." Lupin eyed Draco, clearly wanting him to leave the room.

"Draco. Leave the room and wait for my news. Go to the Great Hall or people will suspect," thought Harry. The blonde gave him a quizzical look, but did not question further. Draco promptly exited the room and went for breakfast.

"Now you can tell me," Harry demanded.

"Before I tell you, do mind telling me whether Draco is on your side?" The Professor walked towards Harry, holding a book in his hand.

Harry took a long pause to think about that question. Then he opened his mouth, "Yes."

The Professor gave a nod of approval, and handed Harry the book. It was a simple book titled, "The Prophesy". It is not the exact prophecy that involved Harry defeating Voldemort, it is more of a book to forecast major changes in the magical world. "Page forty-eight," Remus motioned for Harry to read that page.

Harry fingered the yellowed pages of the book, and flipped to page forty-eight. Harry felt that the book must have been published long before he was born, and was no surprise if it had not forecasted the night he survived, and the night the Dark Lord fell.

The title on the page read, "The Rose of Miztgral". Harry looked up at the Professor, whom again, motioned him to read the rest of the article.

"The single rose is grown on the highest mountain in the world, where few men had set foot. It is perched high at the edge, where no men has seen. The rose, made of glass and grown from the ground is the plant in the whole of magical history that can revive the dead. However, no one wizard has been able to locate it. According to the ancient prophesies, only the one who defeats evil, the one who is pure in his heart can see the rose. And only the tears of the chosen one can turn the rose into the life-giving plant it is meant to be," Harry read aloud, a queer habit of his.

He then went on to the next page, "It was also recorded in the ancient books that the Rose seeks the chosen one, especially in times of dire needs. Beaconing for the One to come to it, the Rose would travel far, where it would be nearer the One. However, away its birthplace, the Rose would require more than tears of the One. It would require the blood. The petals of the rose are where it is potent- when placed under the tongue of the dead, gives eternal life."

Harry shuddered at the thought. It meant that one of them- Draco or he, would have to die during the battle.

"I'm sure you and Mr. Malfoy is what the book meant by the Chosen Ones. Tell me truthfully, and trust me to keep the secret, has Draco received the Slytherin accostrome?" The Professor grabbed Harry by the shoulder, looking straight into his eyes, a certain sincerity resided in the pair of brown eyes.

Harry nodded, and the Professor loosened his grip. He took a step backward, his face revealing shock and concern. Harry stood rooted to the ground, for he was overwhelmed by the knowledge of the oncoming war, and the impending death. Recalling his disturbing dream, he saw that the hands that were pricked to draw blood, had a certain paleness, that was not his own.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, a pigeon flew in, flapping its wings hard trying to reach the Slytherin table. The other owls looked at the puny bird who carried a package near its own size with disgust, keeping a distance from it. The bird lowered itself in Draco's laps, and the other Slytherins just stared at the strange bird. Draco untied a package from the bird's feet, and fed the bird a tiny piece of bread before it left again.

"Harry! I think the prescription from Mr. Sun is here," Draco told Harry even he knew Harry is most probably in a serious meeting with Professor Lupin.

"Really? What should we do about it?" Harry's reply was prompt, signifying that the meeting was over.

"Meet me at the North Tower now. I'll bring you breakfast." Draco then went and pocketed a few rolls, before running off to the North Tower with the package. He was early, hence he started to pace around, the package still wrapped out.

"Hey," Harry appeared, behind the boy. The two sat down at a table, and began to unwrap the package. A note was attached, this time in English. The note, written by the Sage was the instructions in concocting the medicine. The concoction was easy; they just had to double boil the herbs together with four bowls of water, till the volume was reduced to a mere one bowl. Harry examined the herbs, seemingly interested in the content. There was this dried worm-like item that Draco identified as cordyceps- one of the most expensive Chinese herb. The two had arranged to set up a cauldron in Draco's suite to boil the mixture. On the way back to the dungeon, Draco could not help but notice Harry's knotted brows and constant worried look.

"Harry. What did that werewolf say to you?" Draco questioned.

"Nothing. He just did a dream interpretation for me, that's all," Harry lied. He really did not want Draco to know about his death in the battle.

"Are you sure you are all right?" Draco queried again, this time stopping Harry in the middle of the hallway and staring into his eyes. The green of Harry's eyes exuded such charm, at the same time it revealed the heavy burden the boy was carrying- the burden of saving the whole of the Magical world.

"Draco, tell me truthfully, if Voldemort wanted you to kill me, would you do it?" Harry asked, for it suddenly dawned upon him that Draco, and his family, were still under the influence of the Dark Lord. Besides, Draco had never denied not working for Voldemort.

"No! Are you out of your mind?" Draco shouted. He was hurt by such distrust from Harry. "If you think I'm a traitor to my friends, by all means." Draco stormed off, leaving Harry dumbstruck.

"Wait!" It took Harry two full seconds to realize that the boy had gone running off. Harry ran after Draco, and caught up with him easily. "Wait!" Reaching out to pull Draco's hand, Harry spun the blonde to face him. Tears welled in the Slytherin's grey eyes, and it hurt Harry, too.

"I didn't mean to ask you that, I think I'm going nuts," Harry lied again. He did not know how to get himself out of the mess, and seemingly sinking further into this misunderstanding.

The Slytherin did not answer him, just staring at his own toes, trying to contain his anger and emotions. Harry lifted Draco's chin to look at his eyes. "I am sorry. It's all my fault. Forgive me, and forgive my trespassing." Harry sent the thought across and reached over and gave Draco a light kiss on the lips. Draco's eyes widened with shock, for this was the second time the Gryffindor had done this. He did not know how to react, for the kiss told more than lust, unlike Draco's past experiences with the Slytherins; it reflected true love. Harry drew away from Draco, though their lips were still at a dangerous proximity.

"Forgive me?" Harry whispered, his breath warm on Draco's lips. The Slytherin nodded and leaned in to give Harry a kiss. This time, it was Harry who felt something rush through him, something unlike lust, but more of true love.

A problem encountered: What colour is Remus Lupin's eyes? I took it as brown.
And yes, it's a slash if you haven't noticed by now.
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