Time line of Through the Seer's Eyes

September 20, Is when the spell was put on

September 23, Draco started to notice changes

September 28, is when Draco saw Harry in the forest (Tuesday)

October 4 is when the spell is lifted off (this is on a Friday)

October 5, Hogsmeade day

October 6, Tea w/ Voldemort

October 9, first mission

Chapter 12: Mission- cop a snog!

"All right, everyone, through here." Seamus said, walking through the deep forest as he followed the point me spell that indicated they should keep west. The pack of people followed him quietly. Only a few people dared to break Seamus' concentration.

Draco glared at the back of Ron's head. He was in a snit because Ron had insisted that Hermione walk with him and had taken her away from Draco. He currently had his filthy hand around her waist, making sure she stayed right beside him.

"Well, at least I have one of them safe." Draco thought as he looked at Dean. Dean appeared to be slightly nervous, his eyes shifting back and forth. He did not settle down until he found something to focus on: he settled for glaring at Seamus' back.

"As long as I keep my eye on them everything will be fine." Draco kept repeating under his breath. He cursed the island and its hotness. This whole creeping through the jungle thing was seriously starting to creep him out. He winced when he heard a stick snap somewhere to his left and looked around nervously. He was at the back of the pack of Gryffindors and the lone Hufflepuff and knew whoever made that noise was not part of the expedition to recapture Potter.

Draco raised his hand and touched Dean lightly on the wrist in a silent bid to get him to stop. He scanned the woods again and winced when he saw a shadow forming in the south. He could only watch in fascination as it descended toward him at an alarming pace. He pulled his wand and readied to defend his charges.

When the shadow finally descended close enough for Draco to recognize it, he ended up gawking at the sight instead of defending against it. When the light hit said dark form it would flash green from the sunlight reflecting from the glasses and his eyes. "It's Harry." Draco breathed softly just loud enough for Dean to hear. For the first time in days he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Harry smiled at him before disappearing in a flash again. Draco started to look around frantically, wanting to see Harry again. He heard a call of, "HALT!" From the front of the line and thought it sounded like Seamus.

Draco quickly rushed to the front, dragging a confused Dean with him. His breath hitched inaudibly when he saw Harry standing there in front of them all, pride radiating off him so brightly it was painful. The boy had his nose in the air and he was looking down at them all. The only acknowledgement he made to the crowd was a simple tilt of the head toward Draco.

Draco was shocked to see the small boy dressed beautifully in a black and silver robe. And when the wind tugged playfully at his robes and hair you caught a peek of exquisitely tailored muggle clothing beneath it.

SSS

"Where the hell is he?" Screamed Lucius as he frantically searched the room. He knew with absolute certainty when he saw the curtains flowing gently outward that the little brat had jumped out the window. "He went after them by himself."

Snape checked the bathroom and the closet before announcing, "Of course he went after them by himself. What else did you expect? He knew about it so of course he was going to do something about it."

Lucius' eyebrows furred. "We were supposed to do this in a group to ensure that none of them remembered the location." He shook his head. "Well, I think it is about time I took my leave."

Snape's eyes widened. "OH, HELL NO! This is your responsibility. You go tell Voldemort that since he left Golden Boy out of the loop he went to fix the problem by himself."

Lucius flinched and glared balefully at the black haired bully. "HE…"

"Go! NOW!"

Malfoy Sr., in a pout is a beautiful thing to see…

SSS

Draco couldn't stop staring. He was so relieved at seeing Harry for the first time in days and seeing that he was ok, the Malfoy almost smiled. He watched in absolute fascination as Harry smirked at everyone and brought his hand up to wipe it through the air.

He was surprised to see everyone groan and fall over; whatever spell Harry cast caused everyone to fall unconscious. Draco's eyes flew open in admiration. "Damn! You did a fucking spell that only track specific people wandlessly." Then his mind started adding all sorts of dirty little details regarding how strong Potter must be. 'Ah, the stronger they are, the more fun it is to play with them.' He thought.

He did not mean that thought the way it sounded. He was actually referring to the child's play game, when a child doesn't understand what love is, they usually hurt the one they were most attracted to. Draco had come to this conclusion back in third year when he had an epiphany regarding he and Harry actually playing 'Cat and Mouse'.

Draco's first impulse was to deny what was happening. Any self-centered person worth their pure blood heritage would. Eventually he just gave in and accepted that he fancied Harry Potter since his feelings only seemed to deepen during their fourth and fifth years at Hogwarts. The dangers that Harry encountered on a regular basis often left their toll a physically ill Draco Malfoy who feared for his mate's life.

For all the fact that Draco felt Harry acted in a stupid and hard-headed manner, he was intrigued. Having Harry as a role model even distorted his own perception to the point where he did stupid things at times. One such time had been when Draco vaguely recalled telling his father that if he laid a finger on Harry, Draco would personally chop off his nuts and hand them to the Dark Lord.

The memory brought a smile to Draco's face as he imagined what he would say to Voldemort. He could just imagine looking at the Dark Lord and saying, "Green guy, I'm starting a nut collection. Guess who's next?" He had been much younger then, now that he was older he would have to say something way cooler than that cliché.

He watched as Harry looked sheepishly at him then moved away to bend down in front of the Gryffindor leader.

Harry bent down in front of Seamus and sneered. He magically lifted the body up so that it was in a sitting position. "Just couldn't leave me alone, could you?" He snarled at the immobile body. After gritting his teeth to get himself under control, Harry continued in a jeering fashion, "I don't think I want to kill you just yet."

There was a gasp from behind him but he ignored it. "That would be just too good for you, Finnegan, and way too easy." He stood up and let the body hit the ground. "Suffer." Harry intoned as he raised his hand once more to settle a spell in the boy's mind. He kicked the boy lightly before turning to see who else had come on the 'stupid field trip'. He was not surprised to see Ron and Hermione on the ground also.

SSS

When Draco saw Harry head toward Hermione he knew he had to do something. "Don't do anything to Granger. She didn't do anything. She came to help me if needed it." His voice was cool but he was fervently hoping that Harry would listen. He breath hitched when he saw the far away look in Harry's eyes and wondered briefly if the boy heard him at all. Harry had resumed his small lagging pace towards the false couple.

SSS

Harry had heard Draco but chose to ignore him. It was not Hermione he wanted anyway. He wanted Ron. Looking down at the redhead's body, he smirked. He heard Draco's indrawn breath as the bones in the hand he was standing on gave a satisfying crunch. No further sound disturbed the stillness of the glade as he finally stepped away from Ron and turned to disappear back into the forest without looking back again.

"Wait just a blasted minute, lover." Draco hissed when he realized that Harry was about to disappear again.

Harry's whole body froze as the anger in Draco's voice assaulted his already heightened emotions. He slowly turned around and regarded the big blond stalking over to him with infinite patience. Then he gulped in mild panic as he remembered that Draco towered over him.

Draco looked him in the eyes then tilted his head, first to the left then to the right, as he took a good long look at him. "You are so foolish." He whispered softly as he read the other boy's eyes. He could see clear through Harry's eyes and straight to his soul. He had always been able to do so. "You are alone now. I can see that when you look at me. I wonder what it is that keeps you on this path?" His voice was little more than a harsh murmur as he raised his hand to touch Harry's cheek, then moved it away quickly when he say Harry flinch.

Harry looked at him with a small pout on his face. He eyed the hand warily but Draco saw the longing for his touch.

"Silly, I won't hurt you." Draco said before raising his hand again to once more attempt caressing the other boy's face. This time Harry didn't flinch and Draco felt a deep sense of satisfaction when Harry tilted his face into Draco's touch without breaking eye contact.

"I know that you have to continue. That is good. But, you are not alone. You have allies to help make sure you never get hurt again. You are staying at Voldie's house right now aren't you?"

Harry nodded an affirmative.

"May I write to you there?"

Harry was slightly startled and jerked back from Draco's caress. "That was an odd question." He fidgeted while being subjected to Draco's piercing stare. It brought up a lot of emotions; issues he did not feel ready to deal with. To distract Draco from saying more he whispered, "All right." He was not sure he truly understood what it was he agreed to right there but said it hesitantly none the less.

Draco stepped closer to Harry, still not touching him, but an arm's length away. He was too afraid to startle the green eyed beauty. "Will you write back?" He was shaking inside but his voice was confident and his raised eyebrow gave him a cocky look.

Harry looked off into the distance. "Did you know that during the wars, soldiers would write letters to their sweethearts at home? They courted them over paper." His voice was offhand but his eyes were alight with excitement.

Draco chuckled. "Yes, I definitely know that. Now…will you write back to me?" Harry gave him a small smile and Draco knew it was almost real by the light in his eyes.

"OK." Harry said. He started to rummage through his cloak. Draco just stared at him when he pulled out an object and handed it to him. "This is for you." Harry handed him the pendant that looked like a phoenix. "Well, it isn't exactly for you. I actually need you to put on a show for me."

Draco just blinked at him a few times.

Harry wasn't too sure that Draco would help at this point. "Look," he said hesitantly as he took off his glasses." There is a nice little shield covering us and all these bodies aren't dead so don't worry about them, OK? When they wake up they will be very confused. This shield is covering us from the lovely aurors who are looking for you. I need to show Dumbledore these." He finally got Draco to accept the glasses and the pendant by shoving them in the other boy's hand.

Draco accepted the items without really knowing what he was doing. He was beyond shocked. "Nice hair." He said with a smirk and was rewarded with that little smile again.

"Very sexy as a matter of fact." He purred as Harry's face pinkened.

"Yes, well, I know what a great actor you are. Do a good job, eh? You might want to look a little shocked that you just found out that Harry Potter is dead. A new Death Eater whom you did not recognize wasted him." Harry smirked at the look of revulsion on Draco's face when he mentioned new Death Eater.

Feeling his confidence returning now that he was in control of the situation, he added, "And this is for you." He rose up on his toes and kissed Draco on the cheek. It was a butterfly kiss; a fleeting touch and then it was gone.

Before Draco could think to grab him and return the kiss a thousand-fold like he wanted to, Harry had waved at Draco and faded away. In reality, Harry had let down the shield and Draco had stepped out of it.

SSS

Harry remained to watch Draco play his part.

When the shield went down, Draco was not too sure what to do first. He really wanted to

smile like a goof ball. Then he remembered that he needed to put on an act. He took a stumbling noisy step and fell to his knees behind an auror.

The auror whirled around and saw the Malfoy heir writhing on the ground with his hand outstretched, holding the trinkets he had been given. The auror leaped across the empty space and knelt beside him. "Mr. Malfoy, is everything OK? Have you been hurt?" The auror reached for the trembling boy but stopped when he heard Draco's husky voice filled with pain.

"He's dead." It came out so well that Draco couldn't help the flicker of pride that shot through him and thought maliciously, 'I am sooo good!'

The auror did not recognize the glasses or the pendant. "Who is dead, Mr. Malfoy?"

"He's dead! They killed him." Draco's voice was raising as hysteria set in.

The auror was frantic. "Who is dead? What happened here?"

Draco just gave him a bleary eyed look while trying to shake his head and then he passed out. He felt his body being raised then recognized a portkey being activated to remove him from the island. He did not dare open his eyes until he knew he was at the correct destination. He was filled with a deep sense of contentment when he realized that Harry was safe, he had got the auror away, and no suspicions should arise.

He let himself 'awaken' and then began screaming for effect. When Pomphrey raced over to see what the problem was, he shrieked, "WHERE'S DUMBLEDORE? I NEED HIM." Draco was practically sobbing, he was acting a bit out of character, but was having too much fun to tone it down.

Pomphrey did not see a problem with this since she knew that Draco was working for the 'light'. Draco had spent several hours in the hospital after 'escaping' from his evil Death Eater parents last month then went straight to Dumbledore and begged him for help and sanctuary.

In reality, Draco just wanted to get the old man's knickers in a twist. In that particular session he had even been crying as he mumbled about them using his own wand to inflict the cructicus. Yes, indeed, Draco was a great actor- and knew it.

He was still clutching the trinkets Harry had given him. He did not want to part with even a small bit of Harry but he knew he had to give it to them. It was a tangible part of Harry and he did not let anyone near it. Unlike the small kiss that Harry had given him these items were real and provided a sense of comfort he did not wish to part with. "Where is he?" He finally managed to calm down enough to ask.

"He should be in the Great Hall." The startled nurse answered.

Draco thought, 'This is going to be so perfect! He jumped off the bed and was out of the hospital wing before Madame Pomphrey could scream for him to get back into bed.

Draco bounded down the steps like a man possessed and skidded into the Great Hall like the devil himself was after him. "Professor Dumbledore, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." He gasped with what little breath he had left from his mad run.

He glanced around quickly to see who all was there and saw Pansy and Blaise standing up. 'I guess I cannot tell them the truth. It would cause too many problems.' He managed to make his way up to the head table on shaky legs then leaned heavily on the table for a few seconds to watch the old man squirm before he dropped the good news. He could tell that Dumbledore was hard-pressed not to snap at him to get on with it. "Harry Potter is dead! There was this guy with really long very dark hair, black like Professor Snape's, he killed him. The guy, he knocked every…. everyone out (he was purposely stuttering) and he just killed him. He said to tell the world that Harry Potter was no..No more."

When Draco handed the trinkets to Dumbledore, the old man gasped in shock. Everyone in the Great Hall had gone silent when Draco rushed into the room; now they dared not speak. The old hands actually trembled as he held the black plastic frames in his old slightly gnarled fingers.

Draco kept his occulemency shields up but dared to smirk inwardly- and do a happy jig.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I will tell the others. "You might want to go back to the hospital and let Poppy finish checking you over after you have had a bite to eat." He motioned toward the Slytherin table where everyone looked about ready to grab Draco and haul him off.

Draco swayed slightly as he made his way to the waiting Slytherins. He sat down next to Pansy who seemed almost too scared to ask anything. He saw the fear and the need for comfort they were all silently praying for and decided that he could not share some of the little details with them…details like Harry Potter was alive and safe. No way could he risk that being leaked out. There were just too many kids that needed to be comforted.

He reached across the table and began filling his plate. Under the pretense of requesting a napkin for a spill he told Pansy that he would talk to them once they were back in his room. He also needed a little bit of time to work out just what he was going to say. He wished Harry would write and tell him what all he was allowed to talk to everyone about. If he wanted the answer to that question he was going to have to write first and request the information. Draco was so damn scared of what he knew that he wasn't entirely sure it wasn't a great risk for even him to know that Harry was still alive.

The other question they all wanted answered, he could talk about. "They are in the Hospital wing. Some Death Eater threw a wandless curse at everyone and it knocked them all out."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Them?"

"Everyone." Draco's answer was fast and firm.

"AH, that is what I thought you said."

"Don't worry. Nothing happened to her or him." He smiled at both his friends and ate a few bites of food before pushing his plate away. The room was beginning to smell of fresh tears and he desperately wanted to get away. "Hospital?"

They all nodded and stood up to leave. Draco cast one more parting glance toward the old man at the center of the head table and saw him still staring at the phoenix pendant and glasses. From all appearances the old guy was taking Harry's death harder than one would have thought.

He turned to the doors and escaped before he lost his composure and started verbally chastising everyone for the false hiccupping and tears that was flowing down their faces. He reckoned it was more from fear than from any love of the wizard who purportedly just died- it was a matter of who was going to save their asses now. Draco decided he would inform Harry of the happening first thing tomorrow morning right now he was too tired.

SSS

Blaise and Pansy quietly made it to the hospital wing. They parted company and went to their respective lovers were. Hermione was awake but Dean wasn't. Ron was also in a deep sleep so Pansy was not in any risk of getting caught by him comforting his girlfriend. Hermione looked up tiredly at her. "Hello." She said softly.

Pansy wrapped her in a hug. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry."

Hermione looked confused. "For what, Pansy?"

She had expected to find her Hermione kicking and screaming, carrying on about how unfair the world was. "Harry is dead, Sweetheart." Her voice caught on a sob just thinking about the little wizard.

Hermione broke down in tears and began screaming at the top of her lungs. "YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE LYING! PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE LYING!"

Pansy just held her and let her scream. When Hermione was done ranting she would apologize to her and they would still have each other.

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