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Authors Note: Yeah I haven't written for a long time, I apologize. Life got hectic.

A New Day Dawns

Harry's POV

I could hardly sleep last night. I was swinging violently between emotions. Part of me rejoicing at Draco calling me by my name. Part of me sick at the pain he must be going through. I've felt it my self. I just don't want to see him hurting.

I feel guilty…

If I were more proactive I could have stopped Voldemort already. Then no one would be suffering. I wish I were stronger, faster, something….

But enough has happened. I have to stop him. If only Dumbledore would stop babying me.

Draco might help me…. I know he is strong and he is smart…. And he won't need to know why I want to know something.

I'm going to stop the Lord V.

No matter what.

Draco's POV

I can barely bring myself to get out of bed. The previous day hangs about me as if a Dementor is following my steps. I force myself to the Prefect's bathroom to take a long bath. Though the warm water and scented bubbles do little to ease my mood.

I'm so angry…. Why is life so fucking hard?

Why do I just want Harry to hold me and make it better?

He deserves better than me hanging a heavier burden on him. The only thing I can do is help him. Help him end it all. Kill the bastard that has ruined my life, ruined the reputation of my House, and forced maturity out of my peers at too young an age.

Damn him…

I finish my bath and dress. I need to do something to clear my head. I think I'll go flying. Maybe I can fly from my feelings…

I wish I could go back… to when I had my feelings locked in a box…

Dammit Harry…. What are you doing to me?

Harry's POV

After getting cleaned up, I sit at my window. A place I often use for contemplation. A figure flying about the Quidditch Pitch catches my attention. Green Robes… Blonde Hair… and that excellent form…

Draco…

I think I feel like flying as well.

I head out of the tower ignoring Ron and Hermione's questions about my destination. I rush down to the pitch and to the broom closet. I get out my broom and push off into the air.

Draco is too caught up in himself to notice me. So I fly around for while staying out of his sight watching him fly. He is so graceful…. My only real competition at Hogwarts…

Shit

He's noticed me…

He is flying my way.

"Potter, are you stalking me now?'

My cheeks flush and I scramble mentally for answer.

"Sorry, Potter, I'm being rude."

He apologized! He really must feel down.

"Draco, I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm not glass you know. I don't break easily."

"I'm sorry."

"You apologize far too much."

"Listen I need to meet with you tonight. I might have something to help you by than. Meet me at ten, same place?"

"Of course."

"I'll leave the pitch to you then. Enjoy."

I watch him land and walk to the castle.

I wonder what he needs to talk about. I continue flying trying to sort my thoughts.

Draco's POV

I decide to skip lunch and head to the library. I need to do some reading before talking with the Slytherins. I need to find a way to keep the ones who intend to stand by Voldemort from telling.

I'm become engrossed in books and suddenly I check my watch and realize I have little time to prepare.

I've found a way to charm a parchment so that a betrayer would have his memory wiped if he attempted to tell anything. He should work. It takes a couple of attempts before I can verify the charm was successful.

I glance at my watch. I've got just enough time to make it to the Common Room. I rush to the dungeons. Feeling strengthened by a sense of purpose.

I enter the common room to find the whole of Slytherin gathered before me. I walk calmly to the center of the room. Then further to a desk, where I place the parchment and a quill.

"Line up by year, Seventh years first, and sign this parchment."

The Slytherins move to complete the task. As I watch to make sure each individual signs and all members or present, I question my own strength.

Can I do this?

As the last first year finishes signing, I step toward the center of the room. I face my peer, I try no to wince at their expectant faces.

"One of our own has been killed. That dictates a war. This war will be atypical because we will be fighting our parents, our siblings, and possibly our classmates. If you want no part of it, leave now, and you will not be scorned."

I pause fearful of the reaction… Fearful of the weight of their lives in my hands… fearful of the possible abandonment…

To my surprise not a member of the House leaves they remain solemn and ready.

"To fight this war we will need training. Most of you are well trained in occulemency. If you are not, notify me. You will be training with Blaise. We all practice Defense against the Dark Arts and the practice of dueling. I will teach you effective but legal curses and hexes. From there we will evaluate the strengths of each member of the House, based on those strengths you will be assigned to a focus group in order to enhance your training and make you an effective member of the team. The focus groups will include but not be limited to Healers, Potion Makers, Curse Breakers and Wielders, Legimelens. We will work against the Dark Lord as best we can. We will train this year but we will maintain class work. We will not answer to Dumbledore. We will offer Snape a position on our team. We will work together and we will not fight amongst ourselves. We will not waste energy on petty House rivalries. Understood?"

There was a murmur of agreement.

"Don't think of attempting to betray this House. If you do you will find that you have no memories."

"We are the Soldiers of Salazar. We will help bring to an end the reign of the Madman. Now I need you to gather together your grade reports for all the terms. Give them to Pansy. Gregory will assign all of you a new exercise regimn. A good warrior must be strong. Tomorrow I will be talking to you individually about your place in this group. Any questions can wait until then."

The House whirls into action. I stop Pansy.

"I need you to gather together the grade reports and sort them. Make a list of where you think each student would best serve."

She nods.

"Have you talked to your father?"

"He believes me, he put of my initiation."

"Good."

I leave the Common Room. I need time to think before I can meet with Harry again.

Fin

Sorry it isn't longer. The posts will probably be shorter from here on out as I have less time. Please review still.