Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything, the lady over there does (points
to J.K.). Yes, the one waving the book 'Harry Potter and the Order of
Phoenix'. I'm just saying that 'cause, well, no one wants troubles, isn't
it?
Summary: Harry Potter died in his final battle against Voldemort, but did he really die?
Pairings: DM/HP, SS/HG, LM/OC, LP/JP, I still need to decide about the others, so, if you have any suggestions, let me know.
Warning: This fic contains slash, which means male x male relationships so, if you are offended, the back button is on the top of your screen.
AN: This fic will contain OotP spoilers, but not for now, so I guess everyone will have time to finish their reading before the spoilers appear. Also, I would like to know if you would like some hot scenes, so I may change the rating next time I update and I'm sorry if I sounded rude in the first chapter, it's just this is my first time writing and I still don't know how to put things in the paper, err..., net, but I'm learning. Also, I'm updating this fic earlier than I planned because I will travel and I don't know if I will be back until next year, so if I don't return until next year I'm already leaving this chapter and I wish a very merry Christmas to all of you and a very, very happy new year. (Sorry about the loooonnng authors note.)
Thanks to my reviewers, you rock guys (I guess that 'you rock' is a compliment, isn't it?), you guys gave me the energy to write this chapter in less than an hour:
Phyllida, CPETASJJE146, DarkLights, Sweet Sorrow (you will have a hint about that this chapter), * (a little about that will be explained in next chapter, but the entire reason will be explained in the future, so stay tuned), My Slytherin Mind, Bartini Girl 03, headphone therapy, Lady Laffs-a-lot, chi,
2. Of corpses, tears and weird dreams.
~~~~~~~~Later that night ~~~~~~
"Hurry up, the charm is almost wearing off" said a hooded figure.
"Then why don't you help us?" asked a male hooded voice.
"Excuse me, I AM helping, I'm watching the place to see if anyone is coming, besides, I'm holding the wand to light the place for you as you two are with both hands busy." Answered the fist figure.
"Yeah, right. You are NOT watching his butt." Replied the figure, pointing with his head in another's figure direction, with a hint of sarcasm.
If the first figure wasn't hooded you surely could see a red blush making its way to the hooded figure's face, a nice tomato shade of red.
"Do you think he'll join us?" asked another male hooded voice.
"Does he have another choice?" answered the first figure.
"Here, we unburied him." Said the figure that was arguing with the first.
" OK, let's open the coffin and..." the figure was interrupted
" Nil, dear, do you really think he'll join us?" asked the male voice
"Honestly, I don't know, I just hope that, as soon as he finds out what we've been up to, he joins us." Answered the voice named Nil, worriedly
" OK, boy unburied, coffin back to place... let's get out of here, shall we?" asked the third voice a bit impatiently.
" Let's go" said Nil.
And then, the figures disaparated with the mysterious body they unburied.
~~~~~Draco's apartment, the afternoon after the funeral~~~~~
"Draco, are you sure you'll be fine?" asked a very worried Hermione
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll be just fine, I just need to be alone for a while" answered Draco tiredly
"OK, then; anything you need, just call me, OK?" Hermione was very worried about Draco's well being but she couldn't do anything to help if he didn't want her help.
"OK"
"Well... bye, then"
"Bye"
And with a "pop" Hermione disaparated.
Turning around, Draco saw a picture on the nightstand; a beautiful picture of Harry and himself in the school uniform, together, holding each other. Draco threw himself on the bed and started crying. He cried so much that he fell asleep, but the dream he had was so strange...
~~~~ Dream ~~~~
Harry and Draco, in their 4th year at Hogwarts, were in the corridors leading to transfiguration, two enemies facing each other, the first to look away might be hexed, the first to refuse to stare would be the 'looser'.
"What is it, Potter? Cat got your tongue? Or was it the dog?" Draco Malfoy said, trying to make the Gryffindor loose concentration.
"No one got my tongue, Malfoy, but it seems that you've missed your etiquette lessons. Haven't daddy ever told you that it is not polite to stare."
At that moment a voice spoke rather loudly:
" C'mon! Could you two please kiss each other soon so we can go to class?"
"Shut up, Nil. It's none of your business." Draco said full of anger, never breaking eye contact with Harry.
"Make me." Nil answered.
"Well, it is totally unheard of. A Slytherin defying another Slytherin" said Harry with a calm voice.
Nil just gave him the finger and passed between them, heading to transfiguration class.
The others were dumbstruck. Who would ever think that she had it in her? But yet, no one ever knew her.
~~~~End dream~~~~
Although that dream, a common dream, wasn't a nightmare, Draco woke up rather disturbed, he never thought about that day that much and yet, the dream was so real; as if he was there again. Also, he couldn't stop thinking about Nil.
Nil Bluenile, Hogwarts invisible; always count on her to say the truth in any moments. Although always quiet and always buried in the library, Nil would become a good friend of Draco in the next years. She realized his feelings for Harry before anyone else, even before himself, and if it wasn't for her and her subtle help, maybe Draco would never gather the courage to make his move on Harry.
While lying on his back he began to think about the events of the funeral.
He knew something was wrong but he couldn't place it, and he hated it; maybe he was just being over suspicious, living among Death Eaters had done that to him, but yet... the Potters weren't crying over their only son, neither was Nil, who helped him reveal his feelings to Harry. Okay that his father wasn't there, but he didn't expect him to. Maybe a talk with Hermione would help. Right, what would Hermione think if he just came to her with his idea? She would surely say he needed to move on. Also, that made Dumbledore out of question.
As he thought harder and harder about his suspicions, he began to feel tired and soon, sleep claimed him and he had a peaceful, yet dreamless, night.
AN2: I know that this chapter isn't what you were expecting but it is just an introduction to the plot. The next chapter will have more action, with some answers and many questions, also, I guess you notice that Nil is appearing every time in the fic; don't worry, this IS a DM/HP fic, I'm just doing that because it is important, so stay tuned.
Summary: Harry Potter died in his final battle against Voldemort, but did he really die?
Pairings: DM/HP, SS/HG, LM/OC, LP/JP, I still need to decide about the others, so, if you have any suggestions, let me know.
Warning: This fic contains slash, which means male x male relationships so, if you are offended, the back button is on the top of your screen.
AN: This fic will contain OotP spoilers, but not for now, so I guess everyone will have time to finish their reading before the spoilers appear. Also, I would like to know if you would like some hot scenes, so I may change the rating next time I update and I'm sorry if I sounded rude in the first chapter, it's just this is my first time writing and I still don't know how to put things in the paper, err..., net, but I'm learning. Also, I'm updating this fic earlier than I planned because I will travel and I don't know if I will be back until next year, so if I don't return until next year I'm already leaving this chapter and I wish a very merry Christmas to all of you and a very, very happy new year. (Sorry about the loooonnng authors note.)
Thanks to my reviewers, you rock guys (I guess that 'you rock' is a compliment, isn't it?), you guys gave me the energy to write this chapter in less than an hour:
Phyllida, CPETASJJE146, DarkLights, Sweet Sorrow (you will have a hint about that this chapter), * (a little about that will be explained in next chapter, but the entire reason will be explained in the future, so stay tuned), My Slytherin Mind, Bartini Girl 03, headphone therapy, Lady Laffs-a-lot, chi,
2. Of corpses, tears and weird dreams.
~~~~~~~~Later that night ~~~~~~
"Hurry up, the charm is almost wearing off" said a hooded figure.
"Then why don't you help us?" asked a male hooded voice.
"Excuse me, I AM helping, I'm watching the place to see if anyone is coming, besides, I'm holding the wand to light the place for you as you two are with both hands busy." Answered the fist figure.
"Yeah, right. You are NOT watching his butt." Replied the figure, pointing with his head in another's figure direction, with a hint of sarcasm.
If the first figure wasn't hooded you surely could see a red blush making its way to the hooded figure's face, a nice tomato shade of red.
"Do you think he'll join us?" asked another male hooded voice.
"Does he have another choice?" answered the first figure.
"Here, we unburied him." Said the figure that was arguing with the first.
" OK, let's open the coffin and..." the figure was interrupted
" Nil, dear, do you really think he'll join us?" asked the male voice
"Honestly, I don't know, I just hope that, as soon as he finds out what we've been up to, he joins us." Answered the voice named Nil, worriedly
" OK, boy unburied, coffin back to place... let's get out of here, shall we?" asked the third voice a bit impatiently.
" Let's go" said Nil.
And then, the figures disaparated with the mysterious body they unburied.
~~~~~Draco's apartment, the afternoon after the funeral~~~~~
"Draco, are you sure you'll be fine?" asked a very worried Hermione
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll be just fine, I just need to be alone for a while" answered Draco tiredly
"OK, then; anything you need, just call me, OK?" Hermione was very worried about Draco's well being but she couldn't do anything to help if he didn't want her help.
"OK"
"Well... bye, then"
"Bye"
And with a "pop" Hermione disaparated.
Turning around, Draco saw a picture on the nightstand; a beautiful picture of Harry and himself in the school uniform, together, holding each other. Draco threw himself on the bed and started crying. He cried so much that he fell asleep, but the dream he had was so strange...
~~~~ Dream ~~~~
Harry and Draco, in their 4th year at Hogwarts, were in the corridors leading to transfiguration, two enemies facing each other, the first to look away might be hexed, the first to refuse to stare would be the 'looser'.
"What is it, Potter? Cat got your tongue? Or was it the dog?" Draco Malfoy said, trying to make the Gryffindor loose concentration.
"No one got my tongue, Malfoy, but it seems that you've missed your etiquette lessons. Haven't daddy ever told you that it is not polite to stare."
At that moment a voice spoke rather loudly:
" C'mon! Could you two please kiss each other soon so we can go to class?"
"Shut up, Nil. It's none of your business." Draco said full of anger, never breaking eye contact with Harry.
"Make me." Nil answered.
"Well, it is totally unheard of. A Slytherin defying another Slytherin" said Harry with a calm voice.
Nil just gave him the finger and passed between them, heading to transfiguration class.
The others were dumbstruck. Who would ever think that she had it in her? But yet, no one ever knew her.
~~~~End dream~~~~
Although that dream, a common dream, wasn't a nightmare, Draco woke up rather disturbed, he never thought about that day that much and yet, the dream was so real; as if he was there again. Also, he couldn't stop thinking about Nil.
Nil Bluenile, Hogwarts invisible; always count on her to say the truth in any moments. Although always quiet and always buried in the library, Nil would become a good friend of Draco in the next years. She realized his feelings for Harry before anyone else, even before himself, and if it wasn't for her and her subtle help, maybe Draco would never gather the courage to make his move on Harry.
While lying on his back he began to think about the events of the funeral.
He knew something was wrong but he couldn't place it, and he hated it; maybe he was just being over suspicious, living among Death Eaters had done that to him, but yet... the Potters weren't crying over their only son, neither was Nil, who helped him reveal his feelings to Harry. Okay that his father wasn't there, but he didn't expect him to. Maybe a talk with Hermione would help. Right, what would Hermione think if he just came to her with his idea? She would surely say he needed to move on. Also, that made Dumbledore out of question.
As he thought harder and harder about his suspicions, he began to feel tired and soon, sleep claimed him and he had a peaceful, yet dreamless, night.
AN2: I know that this chapter isn't what you were expecting but it is just an introduction to the plot. The next chapter will have more action, with some answers and many questions, also, I guess you notice that Nil is appearing every time in the fic; don't worry, this IS a DM/HP fic, I'm just doing that because it is important, so stay tuned.