Wake Me Up When September Ends

Disclaimer: I must admit, sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's contents, and all that. It all belongs to… Well, you know whom. And I'm sure she's very happy, too. This is the point where I sigh dreamily…

Summary: Another year is about to begin, and it holds the with it the battle, the very battle that will decide the fate of the Earth. But before we get to that, Harry has got to get his priorities straight. This is the story that formed a war. Contains graphic lemons, Yaoi/Yuri, Slash, Various pairings, violence, and other things that you may well find disturbing.

Rating: For the first part, the story may not seem so bad. But it get's bad, trust me. That's why from the very off, the rating is NC-17. There's no point letting you guys read it when you'll suddenly have to stop.

Pairings: Mainly revolves around Harry/Draco, with some Snape/Draco, Snape/Narcissa, implied James/Lucious. Other pairings most likely include, Hermione/Ron, Luna/Ginny, Luna/Pansy, Fleur/Bill, implied Fred/George Incest there for you. Maybe some Remues/Sirius, and some Bellatrix/Tonks too. I'm sure they will develop of their own accord.

Chapter One: I Lie When I Speak To You

"Pain is a sign that the one you love is hurting. For most this would mean themselves, but for the odd few we differ."

He had given up wishing to see the sunlight a long time ago, for now it finally came to him that he would never see it's glaze again. He resented it, slightly, all though he knew it to be true, for at least when he was wishing, it gave him something to do.

The cell in which he sat was black, and though, struck by no light it did not seem as dark as he remembered it to be. That is what he did you see, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, it always looked different somehow in his mind. Most likely to be an imprint of how it was when his body was first thrown in there so harshly – and that imprint he has never rushed for his mind even to this day.

How long ago was it? It was hard to tell now. Loosing all sense of time, and direction. It could have been yesterday, or it could have been years. In fact quite a lot of things were lost to the young man now. It took him years to build his persona, to become who he was, and yet here it had all been taken away from him so quickly, and so easily – that was the thing that actually scared him, chilled him as he sat – back pressed firmly against the stone wall.

The cell was not to large, and not to small either. It seemed to be the size of a small room, and yet looked nothing like a small room. There was a door, and that was it, apart from the chains that hung idly from the stone-work. He was lucky not to be chained to said items, though he once was, he could remember such a time, somewhere in the back of his mind. The only source of murky light was coming from the tiny slit under the door, that lead out into the stone work of the old, very, very old building. It was most likely his only source of air too.

The man, for he was a man now, sat with his knees raised, arms cradled loosely passed them, his palms against the floor. He did so, just to see if he could feel the cold, but nothing seemed to run through him, not even the chill.

His features had changed, and not for the better. All his life brought up to believe that appearance and image would give anyone a good or bad idea of you, he had been taught to put it first – but he could barely reach his soul in this place, so what hope was there for his outer looks? His skin had always been pale, but it had paltered, and now it looked lost of any colour what so ever – drowning any expression he may have held in a sea of mist. His hair looked dirty, matted, and had grown slightly over the month he had been there.

For it was a month, though he didn't know it.

Suddenly, and distracting him from whatever thoughts may have been trying to find way into his lost-looking eyes, there was a slight noise that sounded like something rusted being dragged over something else, the door cracked open, allowing one ray of light to travel it's way through the cell, making it's way towards the young man. He looked up stunned, as if trying to get away from it, his hands slammed down against the floor, but his body did not move.

He all ready knew who would be there, and without even having to look he knew he had been right. In place of the light, stood a man taller and older then he, dressed all in black like himself. It took him a while to realise, but the ghostly figure was actually moving towards him, like the stricken form of a dementor, moving across the mist it created like the path of light that was erupted from opening the door.

Severus Snape knelt down in front of the lost body of one of his once most favoured students, if you could truly call him a student – for they had both known as they posed in their rolls. "Come of age, I see, Draco." He said, simply. No expression in his voice, all though a smirk on his face was all it needed, and the young man's head snapped upwards. "Such a shame you had to waste these times in such a place as this." Snape continued, his eyes began to scan the room, looking around out of nothing less then interest.

Ever since they had made their escape from Hogwarts that month ago, what was it, in June time? Draco had found himself in this very cell. Of course, the Dark Lord had not been so happy to hear that, corned, outnumbered and virtually paralysed, Draco had still not been able to raise a wand to Albus Dumbledore. And, of course, Snape had taken his glory – but that was not what the man was after, for he was a true servant of Voldemort, and he understood that no one was even worth a single thing in the eyes of the Lord.

No amount of glory to those around him would ever make him significant to the greatness of the Dark Lord.

Malfoy hoisted his expression slightly, and anyone who had been watching the display would have seen that, yes, there was still some fragment of the boy left within him. "What do you want?" Draco managed to hiss out, he saw no sense in being respectful to the wizard anymore.

All his life he had been told family was everything, being a pureblood mattered, you would and could get anywhere in life depending on whom you were born too. Now his father was in Azkaban, his mother was not favoured in Voldemort's eyes, and living on bought time, and as for himself… Well, he had failed the task. That's all he knew, and equally all he needed to know.

Snape however, seemed slightly amused by the whole thing. Seemed, being the key word there, for he was most certainly not – but that's how Draco saw it. Still knelt, so their eyes met, all though he noticed Draco's pupils trailing away, Severus lifted his hand, and snagged the boy's chin between his long, slender fingertips. "That is no way to speak to me, Malfoy. You used to be such a respectful young man." He said, almost with a hint of sadness.

Malfoy did not bother to move, "That was before you betrayed me…" He hissed, or tried to rather, for his chin was still in the clutches of the dark Wizard.

"Betrayed you, did I?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

Pushing his head back, trying to get away, Draco only found that it slammed back against the stonework of the wall behind him. His eyes glared up at Snape, fiery, hungry for any sort of justice – but he himself had gone outside the lines of justice, so he was not going to have any left to use for himself. "You let me do all the work, I did it all – and then, seconds away from killing him… seconds… you stole it from me!" Draco cried.

"Oh Draco, my poor boy." Snape said, his head lingered upwards, and shook slightly. Then he began to laugh, Malfoy had not been expecting this, and his face crumpled in a puzzled manor. Realising the boy's chin, Snape leaned back slightly, and as casually as if he were explaining something to a student in a lesson again, he began to speak. "You are not a killer, are you? You are not meant for this. You had him… it would have been- so easy. But you just could not do it."

Snape reached out, and before Draco knew it his hand was clotted firmly on the boy's dirty hair – he ran it down, stroking said strands of blonde, and smiling. Though it sent shivers down his spine, Draco did not speak, but worked on hiding the emotion instead. "You don't really have much to live up to that hard, school-bully, spoilt-brat attitude of yours, do you, boy?" Snape asked, more harshly.

He did not answer, he was too lost in vague thoughts, ro maybe wishes, that Snape's words were wrong, that he would get what is coming to him, that he… Draco Malfoy, had done the great thing.

"Then why am I here?" He asked eventually, breaking the silence. "Why has the Dark Lord not killed me yet? Or I could be used for something else, I can fight, I can kill – I know I can, I have pure blood in my veins, do I not?" He snapped, word after word before he had even taken a breath. His body was almost raised of the floor, "I am a Malfoy!"

Snape got to his feet, as if he were repelling Draco with some sort of invisible shield. "I would not be boasting about such things, at the present moment in time, Draco." Snape said simply, and without care, as his body turned, and his black robes swept to the floor once again, dragging around him, and whirling in a draft that was not even present in the cell.

Draco, with teeth gritted, tried to also get up. "Don't turn away from me! This is all your fault!" His messages seemed to be mixed, and to be truthful the young Slytherin had no idea what he was shouting anymore.

Bur the man to which he spoke did not seem to care, and quickly closed the door. And to it's slamming, Draco was once again left alone, to the chime of the slam, which was left ringing In his ears. But after all, he was just happy to finally be able to hear, or sense something, after going so long – that to him, was at least, a sign of life.

But he would get his revenge, somehow… He would please the Dark Lord, and get what he wanted.

Severus was all ready halfway down the corridor before those thoughts had all ready found a way out of the young man's head. He was pulling at his robe, which strayed behind him as he turned a corner in the maze of the corridors of the castle. That was where the Death Eaters were hiding, an old castle, probably Middle Aged, a remote location, it was not the best chosen – but the Death Eaters would not have to live in hiding for much longer, so they had no fear.

Just by looking at his face you would have guessed Severus was amused by this whole Draco incident – but he was not, for if he was he would not have bothered bringing the boy back to the Dark Lord in the first place – in the back of his mind, yes, he thought Voldemort would simply kill Draco, but now the Lord's plan was finally starting to make sense in Snape's head too. And he was busy forcing down thoughts that he didn't like it… that maybe… he dis-agreed.

But that could not be allowed. It was a good job Snape was good at concealing his thoughts.

Before another thought could even slip into his mind, he was taken aback. Literally. Someone had grabbed onto his arm, and pulled the man around to face them. But he all ready knew who it was, before that happened. She opened her mouth, but he quickly silenced her with his own words, before his eyes even met her. "Let go of me, Narcissa." He said, not too harshly, but firmly, and simply. Enough to let her get the message.

The blonde woman was stunned, but she did not do as she was told. She barely even listened to him before starting. "Severus! Please! Listen to me, it's not your son that is locked in those infernal walls! It is mine!" she was almost sobbing.

Snape, barely even hearing her, was busy removing his arm easily from the woman's grip. Then, and only then, he turned to gaze at her, and realised exactly how desperate she really looked. But there was nothing he could, nor wanted – or at least, let himself believe, he wanted – to do about it. Looking away before he spoke, he finally said; "What do you think I can do to help you?"

She answered before he'd even finished, and even Snape looked a little shocked. "The Dark Lord allows you to see him! He does not let me! He does not let me even once, not even on his birthday!" She screamed, "He came of age in there, and I did not even set my eyes on him! I barely know him anymore!"

"Your right." Snape said, as if making casual conversation, "He has changed."

Narcissa screwed up her face, trying to hold back tears – and for a second, Severus almost thought he felt something somewhere for her, but then it began again. "How is he Severus? Please… you have to let me see him, let me in, or at least speak with Lord Voldemort-"

With both hands on her shoulders, he finally managed to silence her, stop her talking for one second, and as he did so he relished in the silence it brought to the castle's walls. "Calm yourself, woman." He ordered, and it was exactly that, like a demand. She was quiet at once as soon as he had said those words, whimpering slightly. "I can do none of which, and I shall not either. It is under the orders of the Dark Lord that he remain there."

"But why? Why has he not killed him?"

"Would you rather your son dead?"

"Of course not! That is not what I meant-"

There was a sharp cracking noise, and Snape had to react quickly in order to catch the boy of the woman in his arms, as it fell forward so suddenly. He had seen it coming, but it was obvious Mrs. Malfoy had done noticed it. He looked down, her body was as pale as ever, and stiff as ever too – clamped together. He had to hold her in line diagonally with the floor to keep her steady.

Where Narcissa had been standing, now stood a dark haired woman, taller then her sister, and with an expression much more understanding to the cause of the Dark Lord. Her wand was out, and she still did not lower it. Snape frowned slightly; "You would hurt your own sister?" he asked, and quickly added, "Was this under the rule of Lord Voldemort?"

"Not exactly." Bellatrix shrugged, lowering her weapon. "But her time is running out. The Dark Lord has confided in myself-" Snape remembered thinking how cocky that woman was, that she would think herself his most loyal. "-And told me that her time is running out, he is worried about her loyalty and she, without her dear family, is not of much use to him."

Snape almost cracked a smile, as he spoke once again. "You mean you, obviously being the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, could not persuade him otherwise?"

Bellatrix's expression hardened, and her wand rose. "Do not mock me!" She exclaimed, gritting her teeth to keep in the anger of her voice.

Severus was not even phased as he went about ordinary business, picking up the stupefied body of Narcissa until she was safely in his arms, and then looked past the locks of blonde hair which were as frigid as the rest of her body at the woman's sister. "Know that I would never mock you, Miss LeStrange." He said, with little care. "But I do not wish of you to make killing family members a habit, after all she is only a woman trying to protect her child-" he stopped, to look as if he were thinking. "-Child. Now that is family also, isn't it?"

"If you refer to that rouge Black, then I do not understand your reasoning. I was rewarded well for his death." Bellatrix said, her voice was still keeping strong all though she looked confused. However it was obvious to Severus the woman was not allowing him to see such emotion.

"No doubt." He let the words dryly linger on his lips, before finally turning away from her. His first few footsteps began to echo down the halls as he began his walk away. "But if what you say is true, then yes, it is the will of the Dark Lord – and so it shall be done, by you, none the less. I am just heart-stricken to know what lengths you would go to do continue his bidding."

"I would go to any lengths! As would we all!"

Bellatrix did not humour him more, for she were smarter then that and stood her ground, blocking the gloomy corridor and watching the man walk away carrying her sister. The anger that was in her words had seemed to vanish so quickly after she had finished the sentence.

Snape nodded, looking briefly over his shoulder, "Indeed you are right – I know I would." But what Bellatrix was most likely forgetting was that Snape was an expert, and as she spoke he was not listening to her words but her thoughts instead. He agreed with her to, for she was thinking that it was likely that Voldemort would one day ask for the execution of Narcissa Malfoy by non other then herself, but Snape looked beyond that, to the wonder in Bellatrix's mind, 'Could she possibly kill her sister?' And thought she would never show it, it was there.

Well, how was that for you all? For a first chapter I hope it was all right, for I am slightly worried about this story for it is my first real big fan fiction story and I want it to be good. Don't worry about that chapter, it is going to be a lot better a lot sooner then you think! So, please drop a line and give me a review and we'll see where we go from here, then?

And also, can I just point out for your benefit, that yes, this if my first story and is going to hopefully a novel-type of length story. So keep coming back for more guys! Wish me luck!