In the darkest hours, when the flame of light flickers and threatens to die… Who will step forth to rekindle the flame? Who will come forward and resurrect hope from the brink of insanity? Who will be there to save the savior?

Okays, chappie three. Woot woot! Hopefully the story will pick up from here? No more references to change, if I can help it. Blagh, this story sucks. It's making me feel icky. The following chapter will have some dark themes, sexual themes, and a not so happy boy-who-lived (not that he was happy in the last chapter. . ) Draco and Harry go to a club in this one! W00t! . Please R&R. Cuz, sadly. 'Rai is my first, second and ONLY reviewer… God I feel loved…

Rai: I wuv youuuuuu I really really doooooooooooooooo

Chapter three is not for children. -.- Sexual devices and revealing clothes will be extensively spoken of.

I heart my BETA!!

The first week of school passed without anything interesting happening. Dumbledore announced that the first Hogsmeade weekend would be the second weekend of school, but the sixth years and seventh years were permitted to come and go any weekend at their discretion so long as the trips didn't interfere with schoolwork. It was Friday and Harry was anxious to go. He was headed for his final class, double DADA with the Slytherins. As he entered the classroom, Hogsmeade became a distant thought.

The room was dim, the windows completely black and the only light coming from several candles arranged around the room. All the desks were gone and the floor was covered with a thin, yet soft sort of mat. One of their teachers, they could never tell which was which, motioned for them all to sit. Her sister was nowhere to be seen. The confused sixth years slowly sat in two small groups near the front of the room. Whispers spread amongst the student. All of them jumped, and some of the girls even exclaimed and screamed in surprise, as the door suddenly slammed shut. The second instructor strode towards them to stand beside her sister.

"Who here can truthfully claim to be able to defeat an enemy in the dark?" Professor One (the students had called them One and Two, as none of them could recollect their true names or match them with their proper owners) asked softly. Her voice was low and carried well throughout the room.

"Or in a mist…?" Her twin murmured. A slight fog curled around the seated students.

"The Dark Arts do not deal with fairness. You will not always be facing an enemy or creature in the light of day. Who can tell me the first thing you should do when faced with an unknown creature in the dark?"

Several tentative hands were raised; Hermione's among them. A Slytherin girl was selected to answer, "Y-you should… use lumos, the lighting spell…?"

"That is incorrect." Snapped the second woman. "If you do not know what this creature is, whether it is friend or foe, human or not, you should most certainly not draw attention to yourself without first knowing if it means you harm."

"Let us hypothesize that you are in the Forbidden Forest, after dark. There's not a spec of light to see by and suddenly you come upon a creature…" The rest of the lesson consisted of hypothetical situations. The candles were later blown out and the second half of the period was spent stalking and defending themselves in the dark. Towards the end of the period, it became a game.

They were giggling and laughing, slinking around in the dark and leaping out at each other. Harry caught a glimmer of silver and grinned to himself, sliding forward through the shadows towards Draco. Harry murmured incarcerous and laughed softly as Draco cursed and fell forward, bound head to toe with thick rope. Harry crouched beside him and smirked triumphantly.

"Looks like I got the better of you Malfoy," He whispered so as not to attract the attention of other students seeking to capture someone.

"Ha. Lucky shot, Potter. My back was turned." Draco retorted, but his eyes betrayed his amusement. "Let me go so I can get you back…"

Harry was disappointed when the bell rang and the lights flared to life, ending his and Draco's game. But his smile returned as Draco asked if he'd go to Hogsmeade with him. The two of them chatted between themselves as they stopped by both Gryffindor tower and the dungeons to deposit their books before making their way out of the castle and down to Hogsmeade. They fell into a companionable silence as they browsed through Hogsmeade. They stopped for a butterbeer or two and Harry was introduced to Blaise Zabini, a quick-witted Slytherin with an ever-ready smile. Zabini didn't say a word about Harry being a Gryffindor. He smiled broadly, shook his hand, and quickly started up a passionate discussion about Quidditch. Three butterbeers into the evening they parted ways with Blaise and visited all the shops. Harry's pocket was considerably lighter as they finally made their way out of Zonko's, laughing loudly at a misfortunate first year who'd been given one of the twins' Canary creams.

"This way, I want to visit one more place before we head back…" Draco said as he dragged Harry off down an ally. "You'll like this place. I know you will." He said, a gleam in his eyes.

"But, wha-" Harry's question dissolved on his tongue as they slipped into a black-windowed shop to their right. The store looked like it should be advertised in one of Dudley's old porn magazines. There wasn't a single article of clothing Harry could see that didn't have holes, spikes, or straps on it. There were several harness-looking things that he didn't even BEGIN to question. "Draco, what is this place?"

Draco just smiled evilly and beckoned him past several questionable instruments. "A close friend of mine owns the place. I think you'll like her. She'll know exactly what to do with you."

"What…to do…with me?" Harry felt a sudden cold fear curl in his stomach

"Don't worry, it won't be painful per se… It could even be fun!" Draco's words weren't encouraging as they approached the counter. A large black cat was perched upon it; it's green-tipped ears and tail flicking slowly. Harry peered through the glass countertop and blushed as he was greeted with a variety of what looked like novelty condoms of every make.

"Draco…should I ASK how you found this place…?" Harry said, nervously edging closer to the beaming Slytherin. That was sign number two that he was in trouble, one being the items contained in the shop.

"I told you, a close friend of mine-"

"DRACONIS MALFOY WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?!" Harry nearly jumped from his own skin as the loud cry echoed from behind the counter. He turned, trying to calm his pounding heart, as a young girl with neon green hair and more metal than cloth on her body came striding towards them. Heavy, dangerous-looking combat boots made loud clomping sounds as she approached. Harry did the only thing he could think to do. He hid behind Draco.

"Come, now, Elizabeth. You can't really expect me to come party with you right after my father is imprisoned, can you?" Draco tried carefully

"Ha! I know better than that, you little scoundrel!" She said as she embraced the much shorter boy. "You haven't been in here for months! I haven't seen you since last Christmas! Have you been seeing someone behind my back?"

Draco laughed as he pulled away from her. Harry, however, was glaring at the young woman, whom for some reason he found highly offensive. He scooted even closer to Draco, glaring at the offensive female from behind his companion.

"Ah, how rude of me. 'Lizabeth, this is Harry. Harry, Elizabeth. I was hoping you pull something together for Harry here. He's new to the scene." Draco smirked, though Harry couldn't see it.

The green-haired walking scrap heap turned her electric eyes to him. Her pupils were slit like a cats and they dilated with excitement, as she looked him up and down, pulling him out from behind his attractive shield. "A new one… Oh, I do so like the new ones. This one won't be hard to work with. My god! Look at those eyes… Body doesn't look too bad, slap on some leather and chains and he'll be drop-dead gorgeous. I'm sure an eyebrow ring or two wouldn't hurt, either…"

"WHAT?!?! No thanks, I like my eyebrows the way they are!!" Harry said, stepping away from the frightening Elizabeth.

She frowned, "Earrings then. Lots of them. No arguing. BUT! Our first order of business is a new name for you! Harry simply will not do." Harry found himself liking this woman less and less. "How about…-"

"Jamie." Draco said, sliding his arms around Harry's waist and resting his chin on Harry's shoulder, "His middle names is James. So we can call him Jamie."

"I suppose it will suffice. Now, then… Draco, would you please go grab some fishnet for me? I think… Red to bring out his eyes. Blue and green for highlight effect. Leather trousers… He looks like… A five-ish? Lots of chains… Not shiny, though. No, shiny pants will steal from the effect…" She went on and on, describing to Draco what seemed like an entire wardrobe that progressively became more and more kinky.

Harry's heart did a somersault as Draco nodded and disappeared. He was alone. With the crazy woman who's hair looked like electrified snot. Merlin save his soul! "Now, for those earrings…" On second though, Merlin wouldn't quite stand up to this one…

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"There now! A masterpiece!" Elizabeth exclaimed as the young black-haired teen stepped out of a dressing room. His face, he thought, would never lose the blush that was burning across his cheeks. Draco applauded.

His ears hurt, his pants were far too tight, and the air was cold on his exposed upper-body. There were six new holes in his left ear, two in his right. Tight leather pants with more holes and chains than he knew what to do with clung to his legs. The devilish duo had nicked his boxers from him, and the leather pressed warm and uncomfortable against his bare crotch. His torso was protected only by two layers of long-sleeve fishnet shirt with large chunks missing from their fabric. His eyes were lined with thick kohl that made him want to rub them. His hair, which had grown quite long over the summer, was trimmed and restrained by a glow-in-the-dark ponytail holder. He self-consciously rubbed his scar and tried to shield himself from view as the other two examined him.

"Perfect! I'll take everything. Would you mind putting his stuff in back with mine? I don't think he'd make it very far with all of that without suspicious questions. Well, that settles it! Harry, you go get all that off, I'll be waiting out here for you." Draco turned Harry round and shoved him back into the dressing room.

Thirty minutes later a kohl-free, loose-haired Harry was gratefully waving goodbye to the peculiar shop. Within the hour the two boys were laughing their way towards the castle. As they entered the great hall, Draco was teasing Harry about a particularly risqué device that Harry had had the misfortune to question.

They didn't notice any of the odd stares cast their way as they parted ways and sat at their respective tables, pilling their plates high with food. Not even Hermione's curiosity and Ron's angry accusations could wipe the smile from Harry's face.

--------(Oh my god. This isn't really a shift in the story, but… it's one thirty and I just finished the most AMAZING SessKag inuyasha fic. It's called Triple Threat by Irulanna. Anyone who likes that pairing, it is a must read. It may not be the best fic in the whole wide world, but the tear-jerking ending totally has me convinced!!!)

Dinner was uneventful, but Harry's spirits were high above the enchanted ceiling. As he thought about it, not to hard though as he didn't want to ruin the pleasant mood, he questioned what had truly put him so high up. His ears hurt, his arch rival (former, of course) had spent what had to have been a hefty amount of galleons on clothing that Harry never would have worn in public, his friends were slowly slipping away from him, and his arms were covered from wrist to elbow in healing scabs. Yet, for some reason, warm gray eyes kept filling his mind and spreading a pleasant contendendness throughout his body.

Harry's contemplation was broken as a little paper bird flapped in front of his face, settling on his palm as Harry lifted his hand. He turned and locked eyes with his Slytherin friend before turning around and unfolding the flapping parchment.

Jamie,

Meet me. Ten 'o clock. The room you used for the DA last year. Wear your cloak, we can't afford any more trouble than usual. Maybe we can get a jump on that potion you talked about…

-Your Dragon.

"My Dragon…" Harry repeated aloud, pocketing the parchment. "My Dragon…" An odd smile stretched across his face as he quickly finished his plate and darted out of the great hall. That's right, MY Dragon…

To be continued…

I didn't want to end it here… But I'm anxious to get this chapter up… It sucks, I know that! But… I'm enjoying writing it. Things are moving fast, but that's how it's supposed to be. Don't worry, there's plenty of drama and angst and evil left in store later. Ah, well. Maybe if Rai asks nicely the next chap will be uber-long. Cha, as if. She's got it bad enough reading THIS much of the horrid story…