Legal Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, I just own this story...

Warning: Slash. Harry/Draco. Others implied. OOTP spoilers.

A.N.: I've never really thought about it before, but most authors are slightly off in their characterization of Draco Malfoy (except Rhysenn snuggles). He really is a cold and unfeeling character. That is what Ms. Rowling shows us anyway... So I am striving to create a romance slash story where all those involved are in character. Thus I REALLY need your comments. Luv and hugs Yuri

P.S. This is a three part story.

P.P.S. Sorry if I'm not a fast updater. I'll try and be quicker.

Distant Glow, Part 1- Silent Storm:

Prologue- Falling Water

Harry stood at his window at 12 Grimmauld place watching the raindrops silently streak down the old unclean glass. The weather matched his mood perfectly. Or imperfectly, seeings as how Harry's mood was far from perfect.

Mrs. Weasley had finally stopped visiting Harry's door and trying to coax him out. For not the first time in his life, The-Boy-Who-Lived wished that he had been given the opportunity to die when his dear parents had.

The rain began to pound harder on the window and rain could be heard far off in the distance. There was a sudden pounding noise. Was the rain really hitting the window that hard? No, no it was only the door.

"Harry?" came a soft voice. "Harry? Let me in," it pleaded. "It's me, Hermione." Hermione took the dead silence as an invitation and slowly opened his door and entered, closing the door behind her. She walked up behind Harry and went to hug him, but changed her mind and just set her hand on is shoulder instead.

"I'm not coming out." Harry whispered hoarsely, his voice worn from crying.

"I know," Hermione whispered back, gently squeezing his shoulder. "But I was worried about you. You haven't come out of your room since--- since, well, you know. The incident." Hermione shifted uncomfortably.

Harry turned to look her straight in the eyes. The pain he saw in them was so familiar. It was the same sorrow he had seen in his own eyes when he had looked in the mirror. She shared his angst. And if she was so closely feeling what he was, he knew that they both needed a good, long hug. That, and a shoulder to cry on. He reached out and pulled her in close to him. She tensed at first, then relaxed and set her head on his shoulder. Within moments they were both crying uncontrollably. Crying for Sirius.

There was a tap on the door and Mrs. Weasley poked her head in. When she saw Hermione and Harry, she immediately entered the room all the way, Ginny trailing behind her. Ginny walked up behind Hermione and wrapped her arms around her, as if to comfort the older girl. Hermione separated herself from Harry and turned around to hug Ginny, leaving Harry to sink into Molly Weasley's motherly embrace.

After a good amount of time had passed (or a bad amount, considering how it was spent), both of the girls had cried so much that they had fallen asleep right on Harry's bedroom floor. Mrs. Weasley backed up from Harry and wiped her eyes on her apron.

"I have to go make dinner dear," she told Harry. "Why don't you go to sleep like Hermione and Ginny? I'll send Ron up when it's time to eat."

Harry nodded and compliantly lay down where he had been standing. As soon as his head touched the ground his eyes began to slide out of focus and he slipped into the first peaceful, dreamless sleep he had had in weeks.

Remus Lupin sat at the rather large dining room table at the Grimmauld place with equally large amounts of stationary, envelopes, and calligraphy pens in front of him. He had been assigned to the funeral arrangements.

Remus chose a shiny dark green pen and began to list, on a plain piece of parchment, the people that would be in attendance. The members of the Order would have to be invited, that much was obvious. So he jotted down those names. Sirius's blasted family would have to be invited also. All of them. He jotted down the ones he could remember. After ten minutes, his list contained, but was not limited to, the following: Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Serverus Snape, The LeStranges (like Bellatirx would show up! Ha!), the Malfoys, The Tonkes, The Weasleys, The Dursleys, The Potters (Harry), The Grangers, The Fudges (the minister had to at least be invited), and the list went on.

Remus shuddered. All of those envelopes to address. At least a Duplication Charm could be used on the actual invitation. So he began addressing.

"Dinner, Remus dear." Mrs. Weasley told him as she set a glass bowl filled with sweet potatoes on the only available spot on the table.

Remus granted and began to round up all of his various papers.

"Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called loudly. Seconds later, Fred and George Apparated at her feet looking rather sleepy.

"Morning mum," Fred said mid-yawn.

"It's six o'clock." Mrs. Weasley replied flatly.

"That early?" George asked stretching.

"P.M.!!!"

The twins looked at each other. "Oh." they said in unison.

"You boys really are working yourselves to hard." said Mrs. Weasley as she hurried back into the kitchen, returned, and set a bowl of corn-on- the-cob in the space that Remus had just freed from a pile of envelopes. "You really do work odd hours for that shop of yours. It's going to kill you." Then after a moment, she added, "Now set the table." The twins grumbled, but dutifully marched into the kitchen and returned with a stack of plates each.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny chose that moment to enter the dining room. Fred and George almost dropped their plates. Remus did drop his stack of papers.

"Welcome to the land of the living Harry." George greeted him with a slight air of sarcasm.

"Glad you could join us." added Fred

Harry gave them an attempted smile and rushed to help Remus. The first thing he picked up was Remus's list. His eyes narrowed. "What's this for?" he asked suspiciously.

"The funeral," Remus answered. "Why?"

"THE MALFOYS ARE COMING?!?!?!"

Ginny, in a vain attempt to avoid the noise, swerved and ran straight into Tonks, who was apparently trying to do the same.

Ron and Hermione's jaws dropped. Not so much because of Ginny and Tonks' collision, but because of what Harry had said.

Remus shrugged. "They're family," he helplessly reminded the shocked teenagers. "They probably won't even come."

-tbc-

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