A/N: There it is, the first chapter about harry's and draco's relashionship. I wanted to put it last week end, but obviously I didn't. Here it is at last.

Disclaimer: Everybody know who the characters and settings belong to. I d'ont have a K. As my middle name, so it's not me.

Warnings: character death.

6. Memories 1

Sometimes I dreamed, a long time ago. I remember the beginning of my sixth year, when I was mourning Sirius. I often dreamed of our few times together, the laughter in his eyes when he was speaking of my parents and their school years, yet always dimmed by the pain that never really left him... Then the dream changed and he was falling, and in that second that lasted an eternity anything I had – my hopes for a normal life with a family that wouldn't despise me, a place I could call home outside of Hogwarth – everything was crushed when he disappeard behind the Veil.

I remember waking up, cold, gasping for breath through my constricted throat. I was trying to deny the pain I felt. I remember getting up and leaving Gryffindor tower with my Invisibility Cloak to protect me. I went to the Astronomy Tower, the highest tower of the castle to better gaze at the most brillant star of the sky – Sirius.

I was so lost in my thoughts and my tears, I didn't notice you sneaking up on me.

"What's the matter, Potter, lost your friends?" I jumped. "Don't tell me they're to afraid of the dark they can't even leave their dorms" you taunted. "Or is that famous Gryffindor Bravery and Friendship just another myth?"

"Shut up, Malfoy" I answered automatically. I couldn't manage to be angry with you, not there and then with me crying on my lost Godfather in the middle of the sky.

"What do you want anyway? Why are you up here?"

"That's none of your business, Potter!" you said, and now I know it was a lie. You were following me that night.

"Fine, then." Tiredly, I returned to my Sirius star gazing, ignoring you. Malfoys hate to be ignored. I soon felt your eyes burning a hole in my back.

"All right, I'll tell you what I want. I want the mudbloods to learn their place and stop getting jobs that should go to purebloods. I want that disgusting bastard halfblood excuse of a Slytherin Heir to rot in the hell he should never have left. And to have that I'll need you."

I could only stare at you, too surprised by what you said to react. Your face was blank, I had no way of knowing if this was a joke or if you were actually serious.

"What happened, Potter, lost your voice?" Your mock concern allowed me time enough to gather my thoughts.

"You want to fight voldemort?"

"That's not what I said, Potter. You will be doing the fighting. I will merely make sure you're the one coming back alive."

Another smirk. I felt stunned.

"But I thought you wanted to be a Deatheater? With your father and all..." I stuttered, rather stupidly.

"Don't be dumb, Potter, of course I'll be a Deatheater. They'd kill me if I chosed otherwise. And here I thought you had a brain. You were using the Mudblood's all this time. I'm disappointed."

You were to be a Deatheater yet wanted me to kill Voldemort... Finally I understood.

Looking up in your eyes: "You're going to be a s..." Your hand gripping my mouth prevented me from finishing my sentence.

"Never say it" you hissed. "Not to your friends, not to me, not even to yourself. Never say it and they won't overhear you" I felt my eyes widening. Your hand left my mouth and I nodded slowly.

Leter that night I couldn't help but think back on your words. How you were still the same arrogant Slytherin bastard and yet on our side. Well, more like your side, but still we had the same enemy.

The next month I took the habit of meeting you at least once a week. You didn't change yet something was different. What you said stopped bothering me so much. I suppose that since I wasn't expecting anything from you, you couldn't really hurt me by deceiving my expectations.

Ron and Hermione weren't happy of course, but after the first weeks they gave up and let you alone. And then they died.

It happened a week after Halloween, in Hogsmead. The wedding of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour.

Dumbledore wanted them to celebrate it at the school, but they said it would be alright. People needed a chance to forget the war, Mrs Weasley said. Beside, there were plenty of Aurors and order members coming, there was nothing to fear and Snape hadn't heard anything. Voldemort knew better.

Flash Back

"Come on Harry, hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Ron says, urging me to dress faster. Hermione and Ginny are waiting for us in the Common Room, astounding in their dresses. I can tell Ron is drooling at the sight of his near-girlfriend and I must admit that his sister is pretty. The girls laught and drag us to the Entrance Hall where we must meet with professors Lupin and McGonagall. Dumbledore ang Hagrid are already in Hogsmead.

The carriages take us to the village, we have to greet a huge number of people then finally the wedding starts. My first magical wedding.

Everyone is focusing on Bill and Fleur who are about to kiss when suddendly the door exploses and curses are flowing everywhere. My scar is blinding me, making me kneel on the floor. Somehow I know that my best friends are protecting me, everyone else is fighting, screaming. Dumbledore duels Voldemort again but this time there are Deatheaters.

I hear that mad laughter and it makes me forget my pain. Instead all I can feel is rage. Bellatrix Lestrange is standing in front of me, wand pointing at the shield Hermione has erected. Her husband is beside her, insane grin plastered on his face. Together, they scream "Crucio!". The shield shatters. Before they can send another curse, Bellatrix is disarmed and her husband stunned. She screams and launches herself at Hermione. I have barely time to notice a flash of light on a blade. She stabs my best friend directly in the heart. Hermione gasps. She looks surprised. Ron howls. Lupin grabs the Deatheater and sends her flying into a wall. He turns to Hermione who is on her knees, still trying to understand why she has a dagger embedded in her heart. Ron is still screaming in her ears, trying to stop her from dying by sheer willpower.

I'm stunned. I can't move nor think. My wand lies useless in my pocket, forgotten. Then I hear a familiar drawl.

"Avada Kedavra"

Ron is glowing green, then fall forward. He's suddendly horribly silent. I look at my two best friends and I don't understand why they're so still, why Ron has that angry and desperate look on his face while Hermione seems merely surprised and hurting.

Dumbledore shouts something. Everything is so silent suddendly. Voldemort has left, the Deatheaters with him.

Slowly, I touch their faces. Remus is speaking but I don't listen. There are tears gliding down my cheeks. I can feel my heart breaking again.

Abruptely Remus puts me on my feets. I feel numb. I can't hear anything except for the blood rushing in my ears. Everything is dark. Where has the light gone?

End flashback

I spent the following week in the hospital wing, refusing to talk to anyone. Then you came to visit me. You did not pity me, you were not sorry. You were your usual self. And that was enough for me. I don't remember What we talked about but I remember crying, head buried in your shoulder. You were what I needed. You still are.

Tbc

A/N: Well, hope you liked it. Next chapter should be coming in two or three weeks I think.

Reviews responses:

I got five reviews for the last chapter! I'm so happy ! (does a little happy danse)

Tini: thanks for thinking this is realistic. It's difficult to write Snape, he is such a complicated character. The most interesting in my opinion.

Concerning the other spy, I still don't know who it is.

I finished writing my novel, now I have to type it. I can't wait to have it done and the book where it belongs: in a book store :D

Sarah-928: hope you still love it. Harry really is depressed and depressing. I should read lighter stories.

Tom: J'ai abandonné l'espoir d'écrire une intrigue original depuis un bout de temps. Et bon si Snape est dégoûté des potions, il ne sert plus à rien. Je préfère comme je l'ai fait (comme par hasard), continuant de mettre des bâtons dans les roues à Voldy autant que possible.

Pour le roman, j'ai fini le manuscrit et je tape tout ça à l'ordi.

PaddycakePadfoot: thanks :D

Paranoia: it's great to see you back :) Now I just have to find what I'll write after the memories. (I know how this end, but I don't have a precise idea of how to get there. sweetdrop)