A/N: First off, after rereading my reviews, I came along a simple, easily excusable mistake. But everyone please take note that I am FEMALE. Thank-you

All-right, I gots a reviewer from Tennessee! wazzup! well, all I can tell you is that i live in the Eastern Region of said state. yes, most schools are starting on that day. my school is very weird though, we've been in for nearly a month and a half now. Oh well =sigh=.

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Oh, about the whole Edgar wife sex= Lily but no Petunia thing. Yes, I'm not done yet, just wait and see what I have in my mind. =laughs= oh the chaos!!!!!

I have also recently posted a story, of the Inuyasha kind, called "wishing for the rain". there's only one chapter now, but it might show pormise. I'm asking for someone to read it, if they could.

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[Author's notes]

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Harry woke, to find Draco gone. But the smell of bacon and eggs wafted up to his senses as he rose, and Harry dismissed worry. He got up and stretched, muscles rippling and joints popping. Harry yawned as he rubbed his back, then he walked out of his room, and down the stairs. As he reached the kitchen he saw Draco was at the table, eating breakfast quickly. He looked up at Harry, and Harry smirked as he too sat down. Snape was no where to be seen. But there was a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table. Harry eyed it as he rose, moving way as if the paper were poisonous to be around. He instead went and took eggs from the tray that rested on the counter, and then he gathered a pan from the lower cabinet. Draco watched him the entire time.

"What's the matter?" he asked, though the answer he knew already.

Harry shrugged; "Things," he replied simply, cracking the eggs and pouring the contents into the heating pan. He crushed the shells, blew the dusty remains into the air, and they disappeared with his exhaled breath. Harry smirked at this, before watching the eggs in the pan simmer and cook.

"What kind of things?" Draco asked nonchalantly, picking up the paper and idly flipping through it.

"School, my grandfather, my mother, my family," Harry replied in the same tone, holding his hand over the pan. The eggs flipped themselves, causing another smirk to form on Harry's lips. But it was gone, like the dust, as he began to think on said topics.

"Harry, you shouldn't think so much," Draco said, eyes never leaving the paper; "Besides getting a possibly horrid headache, one could go mad from such. Oh, who would believe," he suddenly mused, having read an article that caused mild surprise.

"What?" Harry asked, moving to get a plate.

" 'Former Hogwarts Student and Gryffindor Angelina Johnson was attacked yesterday, after returning to her flat from a Chudley Cannons try-out. The young lady had hopes of replacing former chaser Donald Conner [made the name up], but unfortunately she was stopped just outside her home by a group of Death Eaters. Johnson suffered the effects of the Unforgivable Cruciatus Curse, but is making a speedy recovery at St. Mungo's, specialists say. The Dark Mark was found above her home, but it was quickly removed from the skies by Ministry Officials'... And then it goes on about Johnson and how she was such a 'promising' youth for the wizarding world," Draco snorted; "Can't say I agree with the Death Eaters, but then I did have a dislike for Johnson..."

"She was a cocky bitch," Harry muttered; "But she didn't deserve it," he mused. Though he seemed calm and distant, Harry was boiling with anger inside. Anything that had to do with Voldemort always caused him spite and hate, he couldn't explain it exactly, but it did.

"Were there witnesses?" Harry asked as he shoveled eggs onto the plate with more force than he intended.

Draco shook his head as he read the rest of the article; "No," he said, laying the paper down; "And Johnson never got a good look at them, it says," he rose, taking his plate to the sink and putting it in there. Immediately, the water ran and the platter began washing itself. Draco levitated his silverware and glass in, wondering why he hadn't just done so in the first place. He mentally shrugged it off, and turned to face Harry.

Harry eyed him as he got silverware; "I'm going to eat in the study," he said, and so saying left Draco alone in the kitchen.

The entire time he and Harry had been in the same room, Draco had tried again and again to get into Harry's mind. But Harry had managed to block him out. That, or Draco wasn't powerful enough. /Nonsense/ he thought at that. /He's just upset is all/.

Just then, Draco heard a tapping at the window. His head jerked around, and his gaze fell on Oswarae. The raven was perched on the sill, expectantly tapping on the window again. Rolling his eyes, the Window opened at Draco's whim, and the bird flew in, perching on the back of a chair and facing the blonde.

=/Master left last night, and now he be frustrated/= the bird sent to Draco.

=/Of course, genius/= Draco replied.

=/Is ye master's mate yet?/= the raven inquired, flying over and landing on Draco's shoulder.

=/um... no.../= Draco replied.

He then cried out in pain as Oswarae bit his ear rather hard.

As the raven let out a cackling caw and flew from the kitchen, Draco shouted in rage; "Damn you, Oswarae, I'll kill you!!!!" the blonde then covered the distance after the bird.

But as Draco saw the bird fly into the study, he gave up immediately. He peered in to see Oswarae perched on Harry's shoulder, leaning over and reading the book his master had in his lap. Draco recognized it as the Book of Ages. The temptation to read it was overwhelming, but Draco thought against it. Harry was deep in thought, and in such a state as he was in, Draco was not up to risking his head in an argument. Sighing, he turned to the stairs, intent on a shower.

But just as he neared the top, he heard a familiar, worn voice call; "Draco, come here for a second..."

Sighing again, Draco turned and walked back to the study. Harry was still reading, But Oswarae was watching him. Was that a smirk playing on the raven's features? Draco only glared as he walked over to the couch and shooed the bird, who cawed indignantly as it departed. Harry never once looked up.

"What?" Draco asked calmly, watching form the corner of his eye as Oswarae landed on the back of the desk chair. The bird had an affinity for such things, Draco concluded, but he forgot it as Harry replied.

"Do know who you got you vampire blood from?" the dark-haired youth inquired, looking at the blonde.

Draco shrugged; "I suppose my father," he mused, leaning against the armrest as he did.

"You're wrong," Harry said blatantly, pointing at the text as he looked back at the pages; "It's your mother's father who gave it to you."

"Really?" Draco asked, leaning over. His head rested so close to Harry's open neck it hurt him, but Draco tried—and again I say he tried—to will the thoughts down for later.

Harry nodded; "Yes," he said, "And apparently, her last name was... Malfoy."

Draco gasped.

- - -

Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts, preparing for the upcoming arrival of students. He had worn himself ragged pouring over parchments, writing letters, sending drafts, and of course keeping up correspondents with the Order. Now, he stared at a recently discovered text, courtesy of the school's Restricted Section of the Library. But the information he desired was not in the writings, so he sighed and closed the book. His old, dexterous hand rested over it, and he removed his spectacles with his other. He rubbed his eyes and temples wearily, another tiresome sigh escaping parted lips.

Dumbledore felt his age for the first time in years, decades, even. He truly felt old and withered, as if the spry skip in his step had been killed mercilessly by the large ax of Father Time. He looked over as his phoenix cooed softly.

Fawkes watched his master wearily. It was not right to sense such disturbance from the wizard, even when times seemed at their worst. Dumbledore was never this on edge, this frustrated, this... confused? That was not something the intelligent creature had expected to conclude with.

Dumbledore rose from his chair, walking over to his window and peering outside. The lake sparkled, and the grounds glittered with morning dew. The sun had risen into a cloudless sky, to greet an unknowing world that would spin and turn, oblivious to the turmoil within the old man. Dumbledore crossed his arms, not wanting the day to start so well. If it had been raining, perhaps his mood would not be so deplorable. The sound the of the water hitting against the castle walls and windows, echoing through the halls to the very center of it all... it would have calmed him so that he could get his thoughts arranged. But no; it was too quiet, too serene, too innocently warm for a September morning.

Dumbledore let yet another sigh escape him, and Fawkes cooed again, worriedly. The wizard dismissed it.

- - -

"M-M-M-Malfoy?!" Draco repeated, jumping up and his hands taking his hair. He shook his head and closed his eyes, muttering; "No, no, no," over and over again. Did this mean he was a result of incest, or that his father had taken his mother's name instead? He seriously hoped, prayed, wished that it was the latter.

Harry watched his boyfriend, slowly rising and setting the book aside; "Draco," he said, "Draco!" he repeated again, causing the blonde to stop and look at him; "I know it doesn't mean you're an incest child, so calm down!"

Draco let his hands fall, sitting down and staring at the ground. He continued to shake his head though, small little motions of his fingers twitching accompanying it. Harry sat down beside him, taking Draco's shuddering hand in his.

"Calm down," Harry repeated; "I was only wondering. There was no need to get worked up over it all."

"I never knew this," Draco said, his voice rising in pitch slightly as he held back a sob; "I never knew this at all. I knew there was something they kept from me, and I never thought it was this. I always thought that maybe... maybe it was that I was veela, but that isn't true..." he leaned against Harry, heaving a sigh; "You've no idea what is happening, me now knowing this..." Draco muttered, closing eyes.

Had he known the action that followed, Harry would not have breathed to mention it. He had only been curious; he hadn't meant to send Draco into a short burst of a panic attack. But it was passing rapidly, though Draco was silent.

Finally the blonde spoke; "Do you think that... my father... knew about it?" Draco asked quietly, looking up at Harry.

Harry shrugged; "I'm sorry, but I don't," he replied quietly, leaning back. He allowed Draco to lay against his chest, the blonde heaving another sigh as he closed his eyes again; "Hey, it's not that big of a deal," Harry said, idly running a hand up and down Draco's spine; "So you're father took you mother's name, what's the big deal? Wait, I can answer that," he said suddenly, "Pureblood standards, am I correct in saying?"

During this time, Oswarae clicked his beat and flew from the room, already sensing what was coming.

Draco nodded, holding his hands under his chin as he lay there. Harry nodded; "Well, think outside of the box," Harry said, "Perhaps there was a reason for it."

"Yes, but what reason, you wonder," Draco murmured, looking at Harry.

"I really wouldn't want to think on it," Harry said, "No offense to you, of course, but you're family is not exactly on my list of 'things to think about'."

Draco nodded; "Understandable," he stated, "But it still doesn't aid in my current mental situation..."

Harry pulled the blonde to him, until their faces were so close they could feel the other's breath. Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco, briefly but enough to promote a groan from the blonde. Harry pulled away.

"I hope that might have calmed some things," he said quietly.

Draco shuddered, closing his eyes as Harry's hand ran up his shirt and along bare skin; "You've no idea what frustration I'm under," he mumbled, lips barely moving as he leaned his head back and to the left.

Harry smirked; "I might," he said; "I think I'm the cause of said frustration, anyway..." he whispered, hand leaving Draco's skin to gently take the blonde's chin. Draco hummed a groan, and Harry leaned forward to capture Draco's lips in a heated kiss. Draco allowed him entrance, and soon tongues dueled. But just as Draco thought it would actually get somewhere, Harry parted away. Slowly, Draco opened his eyes, and moaned.

"Why won't you just stop playing this game?" Draco asked, pulling his chin from a smirking Harry's grasp; "I'm sexually frustrated, and I'm not about to go find someone else to get my fill! I want you..."

Harry's smirk fell, and he gazed at Draco seriously. Draco matched his gaze, shifting his weight to where he straddled the dark-haired youth below him. The action was slow, methodical, even uncertain.

"Draco, you mean tha..." Harry began, but Draco kissed him, silencing the sentence.

- - -

Dumbledore watched as clouds started to form in the darkening sky, grey and white mingling. Soon, rain graced the land, and he smirked malevolently. At least now he had a damper on his foul mood, one that was steadily worsening regardless.

There came a knock at the door, and Dumbledore turned to it, covering his malice with a solid and calm appearance; "Come in," he said loudly, and it opened.

Remus Lupin stepped in slowly, cautious were his actions, and he steadily said; "You called, Albus?"

"Yes, Remus, I did," Dumbledore said, sighing and sitting down behind his desk; "Please Remus, sit."

Remus eyed the man wearily, then obliged, taking a seat before the large mahogany desk. Dumbledore watched the werewolf for a time, before smiling slightly and asking, "So Remus, how is Harry fairing?"

"I suppose he is fine," Remus said nonchalantly, crossing his arms casually, elbows on the armrests.

"Ah, come now, Remus, I know you've been to see him at least once," Albus prodded, attempting to get information.

But Remus was not naive, he was very smart in knowing the art used for reverse psychology. He coolly replied; "I have seen him once, Albus, and he is doing fine, as I have said."

"Did you notice anything... different, about the boy?"

"The young man was quite content, Albus, I can tell you that. I've never seen him that happy in quite a while."

Dumbledore nodded; "Then there is nothing wrong?" he inquired; "I hear that Severus is housing Draco Malfoy as well. Isn't that causing a problem?"

Remus appeared indifferent by it all; "Not that I could tell," he replied smoothly.

- - -

Harry broke the kiss, eyeing Draco; "Is that all you want?" he asked incredulously, rising. The action caused Draco to fall to the floor, but the blonde quickly picked himself up.

"I - Harry, it's just frustrating!" Draco crooned at Harry's back, and the youth stopped from exiting the room.

Harry slowly turned, facing Draco again; "Frustrating?!" he repeated, "I'll tell you what's frustrating, Draco. Try having to sort through your own thoughts just to get out of bed every morning. Try having to deal with the fact that your entire life is crumbling from its very foundation! Try having to deal with the entire world on your shoulders, everyone's eye on you, half-hoping you'll screw up just so they have something to complain about! Try dealing with the fucking Dark Lord himself trying to break into your head like it's a vault at bloody Gringotts!" Harry growled and swung his fist, turning and slamming it into the wall.

The fist left a deep impression in the wall, and as Harry pulled his hand away to see the damage, his face went blank with mild shock. The wall was quickly beginning to glow, and the edges of the indentation were blackening. Harry didn't know what was going on, but he did not fear it. He willed the glow to die, and it did. He then focused on the small ring of break, and it too, lost the life it seemed to possess.

"Harry," Draco said breathlessly, staring at the wall; "You..."

"I've needed to do that for a long time," Harry muttered, glaring at the wall before leaving.

Draco watched him go, silent. He walked over to it, hand tracing the ring. It was heated, causing his skin to burn, yet not in a searing way. It seemed like cold fire, or hot ice, licking at his fingertips and slowly traveling up to his shoulder. Draco quickly stepped back, eyes widening in fear.

He then darted up the stairs and after Harry.

- - -

Harry ran into his room, literally attacking his trunk in his haste as he dug through the contents. He retrieved a small mahogany box, tore it open, and retrieved the dagger Sirius had given him. Harry's eyes glazed over in thought as he took the blade from its sheathe, marveling in the simplistic yet utterly multifaceted object. One drag across his wrist and it would be over. He had tried it before, and if he really did allow the blade to do its justice, he would end it all...

Harry hand shook slightly as he raised the blade.

TBC

A/N: well, the thirteenth installment of our little tale. And a cliffhanger yet again, I see. I do hope you enjoyed it, though I know the ending more than pissed the lot of you off. I'll have chapter fourteen up in no time, though, I promise.

I've decided that all angst shall be dealt with before another little intimate scene. Glad to see that some of you are reading my author's notes, though, and I thank you.

Will Harry kill himself? Will Draco get there in time? You'll see

What is Dumbledore so frustrated about? You'll see...

Will Remus crack? Hell no.

Do I see red hair and a brown bushy head in the distance? God yes, hurry, ready the pots of burning oil!

Just kidding... maybe....

And what's this, a lost doggie?

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