A/N: So, I'm wondering if it's normal to have 51 hits on Ch. 12, and only 42 hits on Ch. 11? I guess this means people are not reading Ch. 11? It's not that bad.Really.

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Revelations

"Ah, Professor Snape! I see you have been doing a wonderful job teaching these two men the art of Legilimency and Occlumency. Wonderful job, sir!" Dumbledore was a bit overenthusiastic in Harry's opinion, but held that to himself. Dumbledore continued, "Now, I will take over from here. If you would, Severus?" Dumbledore gestured to the door.

Snape could not control the look of shock on his face. Both Harry and Draco were paying very close attention at this point. It seemed as though Snape was trying to muster enough courage to say something, but instead forced out an unattractive grunt. He took one step toward Dumbledore, with a menacing look upon his face, but Dumbledore just smiled pleasantly back. Snape was infuriated. He grunted once more, turned on his heel, and stomped out of his office.

Harry and Draco turned to watch Snape storm out of the room, exchanging surprised glances with each other before turning back to face Dumbledore, who had seated himself comfortably behind Snape's desk. He was concentrating very hard on something on his fingernail, but Harry had the impression that Dumbledore knew exactly what he and Draco were thinking: What in the bloody hell was that all about?

Dumbledore raised his eyes over his half-moon spectacles and surveyed the young men who were looking very confused. Dumbledore waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "He doesn't know Synaesthesia, and don't want to waste my time trying to teach him, as well as yourselves." Dumbledore rose, and began pacing around the office. "From now on we will meet in Professor McGonagall's office, does that suit you both? Same days, same times. Now…"

Harry and Draco exchanged another surprised look that made it abundantly clear both were again thinking the same thing: Snape doesn't know Synaesthesia? And why won't Dumbledore teach him?

Again, Dumbledore was quick to answer this question, although both Draco and Harry were unsatisfied with his answer, "It is much easier to teach the two who are to be communicating, without outside interference."

"It is also very important to get the communicators thinking alike before training takes place. Which, if I don't miss my guess, you have already begun to do. So. Let's go through the basics. Synaesthesia is from the Greek, meaning 'sensing at the same time'. You will be communicating through thought. Eventually, you will not need to look into each other's eyes as you do with Legilimency, but will be able to hone your senses to pick up on each other, and only each other. You must block out every other persons thoughts, using Occlumency. The more practiced you are, the more distance we will be able to place between the two of you. Synaesthesia is very difficult to perform. Both communicators must completely trust the other, which I know will be very hard for both of you. Professor Snape has mentioned to me that, during the past training, you have witnessed something within each other, something that we all need to discuss tonight."

Draco glanced nervously at Harry. He had known this would be coming, and Draco hoped he could get through it. If I get it out, maybe then I won't have those dreams anymore. Draco sighed, which elicited a response from Dumbledore. "Draco? Would you like to go first?" Draco shook his head 'no'. Dumbledore's gaze stayed on him a little longer than was comfortable for Draco.

"Harry? What about you?"

"I don't know what you mean, Professor," Harry replied.

"That night, Harry. The night when Sirius died," Dumbledore prompted.

Harry became rigid; his entire body tensed at the sound of his godfather's name. "What about that night?" Harry responded, the tone of his voice challenging. Testing Dumbledore to see if he really wanted to broach this subject.

Draco sensed the charged atmosphere in the room. It seemed as if Dumbledore and Harry were locked in an intense staring contest, which Draco was sure Dumbledore would win. The silence wore on, both Harry and Dumbledore stubbornly refusing to be the next to speak. Draco couldn't stand it, "We've already… That is to say, Harry and I have spoken briefly on this subject already, Professor." Harry's head snapped to his right, and he stared intensely at Draco. Okay, not only did he call me Harry, not Potter, he answered the question just as I would have.

Draco could sense Harry staring, but he kept his eyes fixed on Dumbledore. "You mean to tell me, Draco, that the two of you have had a discussion on this topic?"

"Not a discussion, per se," replied Harry, still staring at Draco, "More like a couple of sentences."

Dumbledore looked back at Harry, then again at Draco. He lifted his face to the ceiling, closed his eyes, and sighed. "Harry," he said, returning his eyes to Harry's, "That's not quite enough. How about if we talk about why you aren't getting enough sleep."

Draco responded first. "He's not sleeping because of that night. He blames himself for Sirius' death."

Harry again snapped his head toward Draco. At this rate, he was going to have whiplash in the morning. How in the bloody hell do you know that? He silently asked Draco. Turning back to Dumbledore, Harry sighed. "That's true, Professor. I do blame myself. But you already know all about that night. Why do we have to revisit it again?"

"Yes, Harry, I do know about that night. But Draco doesn't."

Harry lowered his head and stared at his hands, which were playing with a piece of thread from his robes. Harry was beginning to understand the goal of this exercise.

Harry started talking, slowly at first, but picking up the pace when he realized he had Draco's attention. Draco was riveted. He had heard this story before, however not from this point of view. The night at the Ministry had always been referred to as a disaster, a disgrace, and as something to overcome. That night was always referred to in the coldest of tones. But now, Draco could hear the sorrow in Harry's voice as he spoke of that night. When Harry got to the battle in the room with the veil, Harry's voice broke. "Bellatrix was laughing, backing him up into the veil. And Sirius. Sirius was messing with her! He was taunting her; he was so cocky! He should have been more careful. That's when he…" Harry's voice trailed off.

"Disappeared." Draco finished for him.

Harry nodded, still staring at the piece of thread in his hands. "I was so sure he would come flying out the other side, making some snide remark to Bellatrix. But he didn't. He was gone. And I could hear the voices. I know there were people in there. What is that veil? Death? I still don't understand. But it doesn't matter. He's gone. They're all gone. My father, my mother, Sirius… and all of it is my fault. If I go back to sleep, Voldemort… He'll find a way. He'll use me again, and more people I love will die. I don't want to cause any more pain. I don't want to feel any more pain. Professor, you told me that the one difference between Voldemort and myself is that I am capable of love. Can you take it away? I can't be the cause again. Please. Take it away." There was such desperation in Harry's voice; Draco felt a lump form in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I wouldn't take it away, even if I could," Dumbledore replied solemnly. "Not only is love your greatest strength, but it is also your greatest weapon."

Draco stared at Dumbledore. Love? Love is his greatest weapon. That makes absolutely no sense.

Dumbledore noticed Draco's confused expression. "Think about it Draco, what is the one thing that Voldemort is incapable of understanding, therefore incapable of feeling?"

Draco thought about it. Love. "He's incapable of love," Draco said slowly, testing out this new idea. "But how does that become a weapon?"

"It has already saved my life a half dozen times, more or less. I'm just so tired of feeling all this pain, this responsibility. I didn't ask for it, you know. Voldemort chose me. He forced the responsibility upon me. I'm tired of feeling responsible. I'm just so tired," Harry sighed.

Draco nodded. He was beginning to understand the goal of this exercise.

A/N: In the two chapters of "Letters", I was trying to show a difference in communication between Draco/Father and Ron/Father. I hope you guys saw it. Likewise, in the two chapters of "Revelations" I hope to show a difference in thought process, and emotion between Harry and Draco. I don't know if I got it right, but in case I didn't, that's one thing I'm trying to show.

Thanks to: Karone-Sakura, Festis, and Dracosgrl1706 for their nice reviews!

Luv u: I will try not to make Draco too good, but I'm a bit of a sap myself, so I hope I don't disappoint. :)

Elemental Dragon: Looking at my chapters, there's really no good interaction until ch 17, so I'll edit/rework quickly just for you so we can get to ch 17 sooner.

Miss Extraordinary: Yeah, Ron's a sweetie. Even though I like to beat up on him a bit.