Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I own the plot though.

I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter - thank you for reading it. I really do want my work to reach people - I think that's most of the reason that I write and post these. It's immensely satisfying to know that there are people out there who want me to continue - there are as many who don't but hey... Stuff them. This fic is for you guys.


Directionless wind blows through me

I relish the feeling of warmth against my body as I wake, my arms wrapped around a slender form, blonde hair tickling my nose where it's trapped beneath my face. I lift my head slightly and feel comfort as the arm around me tightens before slacking off, allowing me to sit up still with my arms around Draco's waist. I noticed for the first time that we appeared to be flying through the corridors of Hogwarts, somewhere in the vicinity of Dumbledore's office.

"Woah." I exclaimed. "We've flown through half of Hogwarts?" I smiled slightly as I watched Draco concentrate on flying around banners and ghosts.

"Yeah, I figured with you this tired, it'd be easier. I'll come in with you to speak to Dumbledore, then I think we should have breakfast. It is half seven so people should be contemplating waking up for food in a while." Draco sat silently thinking. "After breakfast we should speak with Snape as well. But... Dumbledore first." He nodded decisively, looking at me in challenge. All I could do was nod slightly and rest my head against his shoulder once more, waiting for our journey to end.

A few minutes later I was startled awake by the soft bump of landing, my feet scraping the ground. We stood, letting the broom fall to the ground with a soft clatter. I think we both realised at the same time that we still had our arms around each other, but instead of screaming as we would have done, had this been last week, we simply stood, giving and receiving the comfort of a friends embrace. Seconds passed and we pulled apart, smiling softly at each other, then frowning because it felt so right to smile. I know I didn't want to think about the reason behind that one...

Draco picked up his broom and we quietly gave the password to Dumbledore's office - knowing that he never slept a full night and could be found reading a grimoire in his office, enjoying the peace of a Sunday morning.

We were met in the antichamber by Falkes, who made a soft noise and flew into his master's office, no doubt to notify him that we were here. Moments later, Dumbledore's voice beckoned us in. Inside the room and opposite the large desk were two comfortable looking chairs. We went to the chairs and moved them closer together before sitting. Behind the desk sat Dumbeldore, looking splendid in his robes, with one eyebrow raised at the strange sight of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in the same room without the decibel level being at the pain threshold. He put down his grimoire and peered at us over the top of his half-moon spectacles.

"Now." He said softly. "What brings you two here so early on a Sunday, and without screaming, no less?" I could see his eyes twinkle as he said the last. Draco and I looked at each other, smiling gently. I nodded and Draco turned back to our headmaster and began to tell him the tale of the dream we'd both had, how he'd found me at the Quidditch pitch earlier that morning and we'd talked - civilly - and agreed that we needed some help.

I relayed my version of the dream, which only differed at the very end - where Draco's dream faded, mine exploded into light. I also mentioned that whilst we were flying back to the castle, I had fallen asleep and nearly fallen to my death, only Draco had stopped me from dropping from the sky and let me sleep in his arms to ensure that I wouldn't fall again.

By the time I finished, both Draco and I were fidgeting, faces tinged pink as we remembered that it didn't feel bad to hold each other, and Dumbledore sat with his fingers steepled and a serious expression. "Have either of you had this dream before?" He said into the silence.

I nodded. "Twice now, on successive nights. The first time though, I just went back to sleep, this time I couldn't, I was desperate to search for the answer to the dream." I looked down at my hands. "Professor Dumbledore..." I said.

Dumbledore looked at me kindly. "Yes, Harry? What is it?"

I looked up at him, confused and beginning to get frightened again. "What does it mean, Professor? I don't understand why this dream came to us? What is it for? Why did it pick us?" My voice was getting progressively more panicked until Draco laid his hand on my arm, running his fingers down until he found my hand and held it, gently stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. My breathing slowed to normal and I began to calm down again.

Dumbledore looked on in surprise. He nodded once to the young men, marvelling that Draco Malfoy was comforting Harry Potter. It had been many years since a stranger thing had happened. "You need not worry yourselves, Draco, Harry... The dreams will pass when you find the answers. For now, you have found part of the answer, in each other." We stared at him in confusion.

Draco was the first to speak. "Was that supposed to be enlightening? Because I still don't have a clue what's going on..." I watched Draco talking without realising what I was doing, finding my thumb was trailing circles on his hand while he spoke, strangely, it was keeping him calm in the same way it had worked on me. This could get awkward... I thought to myself. If we're going to get upset at being apart, classes could be...difficult. Another voice in the back of my head said No shit, Sherlock... If we don't stop hanging on to each other my reputation with the ladies is going to be ruined... I blinked gently and looked at Draco. Can you hear me? I thought in my mind. Of course I can hear you, you're talking to me? The voice replied.

"Urrr, Draco?" I murmered out loud. "Did you just say of course I can hear you, you're talking to me?" Draco frowned.

"Yes, you idiot - you were saying that you thought classes were going to be awkward and I said no shit, Sherlock...Hang on. Why did you ask if I could hear you?" Draco looked at me quizically.

I sat there and wondered how to say it. Oh hell, out with it... "I only said thise things in my head. I didn't say them out loud..." There. I said it. That's really freaky... I thought again.

Draco was sitting looking slightly shocked. "That wasn't out loud? You spoke into my head? You're right, that is really freaky..." He turned to Dumbledore, who was looking at both of us with extreme interest.

"You two are going through a few changes. They are nothing to be afraid of and will not hurt you, though you may wish you weren't going through them..." Dumbledore paused briefly. "After breakfast I will see you again and show you...another answer to your dreams."

I knew a dismissal when I heard one, as did Draco, who stood, pulling me to my feet by his side. We left the office hand in hand, Draco carrying his broom tucked under his arm, walking down the stairs towards breakfast.

Back in his office, Dumbledore nodded happily. It's all happening as it should. The time is near for the wizard's warring to end. He shook his head sadly. Those poor young men do not know what they will become... I hope they understand...

With that, Dumbledore picked up the grimoire again and began to read of the prophesy concerning two men - one of the dark, the other, light - who gradually become so much more than anyone could ever dream.

One section of the grimoire stood out in stark relief, revealing the fate of Harry and Draco.

Wizard and Wizard should not fight, nor will they, once the time is right!

I, Willhemeina Betel-Hanou, have seen the future! It is shown to me so faded and thin but I will see more. I will.

I see now...

One who hates is half a man, the one who loves is half the other,

Worlds shall be made by the power they wield,

All for the love of their mother.

Those poor, poor souls. They will know peace, in the end.


And that's it for tonight. I really hope I can recapture the muse for this story in a lighter mood... Thank you for sticking with me so far - I am enjoying writing this and I hope that someone out there has enjoyed reading the story.