I am so sorry about typos and, more embarassingly, plot holes. You're right, it's all my beta's fault... but I won't fire her because I'd end up using her again anyway. I let her know your feelings concerning faults though with several loud words so she knows she's in trouble.

Kidney power! There's more of it here!

Smokers aren't pigs. You're just a narrow-minded person. And if you actually read it properly, he only went without food for three days, and he never finished all his water.That's completely possible. He was rescued after a week. And... did it not occur to you that Snape might charm his fireplaces to not admit people? He's not stupid, you know. It annoys me when people say stuff like that when they don't know what they're talking about. At least Draeconin's plot holes were completely correct.

And you know what? They have no remorse whatsoever for their escapade in Hogsmeade!

Right, now I'm finished ranting... thanks for the POSITIVE reviews, please keep them coming people.

It was three weeks before Harry got around to charming the watch. He read the instructions carefully and took out his watch. First, he set it for two hands, his and Draco's, and after a moment's thought, tried Voldemort's. To his surprise, it seemed to work to all intents and purposes. He watched, fascinated, as the three heads materialised on the tiny hands – one with messy black hair, one with white-blond hair, and the other with… no hair. But very white skin.

Next was the 'times'. He decided on to use most of what was on the Weasley clock – at home, hospital, lost, in classes, in bed, detention, teacher's office, somewhere else, and mortal peril. For the moment he couldn't think of any more, so he set those 'times' and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an extra feature you could charm in. It was to have the activity to be inscribed on the hand.

As Harry added this feature and set the watch, the hands moved – Draco's to 'at home', 'reading', his own to 'at home', 'working', and Voldemort's to 'somewhere else', 'having fun'. With a feeling that Voldemort's idea of fun was probably not pleasant, he grimaced and started down into the dungeons.

"Do you want to go into the Forbidden Forest?" Harry asked five minutes later, bouncing down on Draco's bed like an overactive five-year-old. Draco looked at him over the tops of his reading glasses from where he sat reading a book on the Dark Arts in front of the fire, giving him an appraising look, and Harry certainly felt like a naughty five-year-old.

"While you clearly have nothing better to do with your time than find as many ways as possible to lose points, I personally have an assignment to do."

"On the Dark Arts?" Harry asked sceptically.

"No, on Muggle communication systems. I'm taking a break,"

"Well I can help you very easily there. I was raised with Muggles, remember? Besides, we haven't done anything interesting for ages. I'm getting bored."

"Only boring people get bored," Draco said airily, and absorbed himself in his book once more. With a whine, Harry crawled off the bed and over the floor, coming to a halt at Draco's feet, which were stretched out before him. The Slytherin gave him a disapproving glance before turning back to his book. Harry moved to sit on Draco's shins, his knees either side of his legs, arms resting on his thighs. Distracted, Draco closed the book with a sigh and put it on the table, taking off his reading glasses.

"I've never seen you wear glasses before."

"That's because I never have, really," Draco replied. "I learned the vision alteration charm over the summer before second year so I wouldn't have to wear them."

"That's a complicated spell," Harry stated, impressed. He'd attempted it a few times, but hadn't been pleased with the results. It only lasted about eighteen hours, anyway, and he didn't mind wearing glasses.

Draco quirked one eyebrow up. "It was important to me. My mother helped me learn it."

"Are you being vain again?" Harry asked cheekily.

"Yes, very. Now why do you want to go into the Forbidden Forest at –" Draco paused to check his watch. "– seven at night? Considering we only have an hour left before curfew," Draco reminded him. Harry pouted, and Draco rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't. It's not endearing," he said. Harry scowled.

"Look, I've done my watch!" he said happily, pulling his watch out of his pocket and thrusting it into Draco's face. He jerked his head out of the way and took it, studying the face.

"Apparently I'm 'being coerced'." He said mildly, and glanced at Harry with an amused look. "And you're 'coercing'. Fascinating thing, this." He peered at it. "Voldemort's having fun. Probably torturing someone," he commented absently, and handed the watch back to Harry, who stowed it back in his pocket. "That's a bit confusing." he said slowly.

"What is?"

"Well, you'd think that if it were that easy to put the Dark Lord onto a clock like that, people would have tried it before."

"Maybe it's because I'm special." Harry said, with a ridiculously cheesy grin. Draco snorted rather indelicately.

"You keep telling yourself that."

Harry scowled.

"So do you want to come or not?"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Why Harry, I didn't think you'd be so forward," he practically purred. Harry blushed a beautiful crimson.

"Don't be obtuse," he hissed, but Draco grabbed his arms and pulled him up onto his lap. He pulled Harry's head onto his shoulder and spoke softly into his ear, making shivers run down Harry's body.

"I'll only come if we go in our Animagus forms," he whispered, and flicked his tongue out to Harry's ear. Harry relaxed in his arms.

"If you insist," he agreed complacently, shifting to swing his legs over the arm of the chair, Draco's right arm wrapped around his waist and his other hand entwined with Harry's right, magic flowing between the scars. Harry nuzzled his head into Draco's neck and kissed the pale skin.

"Do you reckon anything's happened properly with that potion?" Draco asked thoughtfully. Harry stopped planting small kisses on his neck and snuggled into his chest.

"Only those warm bursts in my kidneys. You're still getting those, aren't you?"

"Yes, they give my power a boost. It only happens when I feel extremes of emotion, or feel threatened. But don't you remember that day in Hogsmeade?"

"Hmm?"

"When you were having an argument with Weasel. You made the table freeze around your hand, and it was all dead where your hand had been," Draco reminded him.

"Maybe you can do something like that. Have you tried?"

"No," Draco admitted. "Why?"

"Well, I thought that if you're going to be trying out your powers, then we need to be some place where we're away from everyone else, and it doesn't matter if we make a mess… but I can't think of where…"

"Oh yes you can," Draco sighed. Harry chuckled into his chest

"Of course I do."

"Merlin save me," Draco said dramatically. "I'm being coerced by a Gryffindor."

"What's wrong with that?" Harry chuckled.

"Nothing." Draco said heavily. "Come on then, let's get going."

"Harry climbed off him and pulled his Cloak out of his pocket, beckoning Draco to him and throwing the cloak over both of them. Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and kissed his neck, making him squirm.

"Do that whilst we're walking and I'll stamp on your foot," he warned, and they left the dungeons. They only had to stop twice for teachers on patrol – once for Snape, once for Sprout – and were soon out at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Draco looked up at the looming presence and swallowed nervously.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked nervously. Harry gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Quite sure. You'll be fine as a wolf."

"I suppose so," Draco said, but he didn't sound at all convinced. Harry swept the Cloak off them and stowed it under a rock beside Hagrid's hut. When he looked over at Draco, he saw that he had already transformed. Smiling inwardly at his boyfriend's misgivings, he transformed himself.

Being a panther always gave him a sense of security he didn't find in many other places. He enjoyed the feel of the muscles rippling under his skin as they powered him forward through the Forest, and the heightened senses that picked out tiny noises where humans never could. He could hear a centaur galloping to the right; Draco breathing as he followed him; a bowtruckle scuttling into a tree as they passed; the rattling of several kodamas deep in the Forest.

After fifteen minutes of walking, they came to a clearing. As a team they quickly checked the place, Harry's ears and eyes, Draco's nose confirming that nothing was lurking. They both transformed back to their human forms and joined hands to cast several powerful wards up around the edges of the clearing. Harry sat down on a rock and gazed at Draco.

"Go on then," he urged. Draco looked at him completely nonplussed.

"Go on then what?"

"Go on then and see if you can manipulate your magic like I did. Just focus on that tingling that you get I your kidneys and work with it. Touch a tree. Here, there's a fallen branch over here. Try on this,"

Draco came over and knelt on the ground beside Harry, his left hand on the tree bark. He closed his eyes, a look of concentration on his face. Then suddenly he gasped and his eyes shot open. Silver sparks were crackling around his fingers. Harry pulled his hand off the wood eagerly, and promptly dropped it again.

Where the wood had previously been black and dead, it was now a rich brown and very much alive. A small bud was growing out of a crack, and sap oozed out. Draco looked up, aware that he was being stared at.

"You do it, the same spot I just did," he took Harry's right hand and placed it over the hand-shaped mark that he'd left. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the warm surge that came from his kidneys. He could feel it building up, and eventually forced it out of his hand. As he opened his eyes to watch, gold sparks flicked out, exactly as they had done with Draco. But when he removed his hand, the wood was again black and dead. He stared at Draco fearfully.

"What's happening to us?" he whispered.

"I don't know," Draco said honestly. "Let me try something."

He placed his hand back on the branch and squeezed his eyes shut. Harry watched, and after a minute the familiar silver sparks started. But it didn't stop there. Harry stared, transfixed, as the wood around Draco's hand gradually turned alive again, the life slowly spreading out across the whole branch. Once it was completely alive, Draco's hand dropped from it. He blinked a few times.

"I'm not even tired." He murmured. Harry looked at him in shock.

"Using that amount of power, you should be exhausted!" he exclaimed. Draco shrugged.

"Go on, see if it works with you too. Go find something alive."

Harry looked down. The ground was covered in grass.

"This'll do," he said, and pressed his hand into the ground. Again he brought forward the extra power, but rather than stop, he forced it to keep going, to keep flowing out of his hand and into the grass. The grass crinkled up and turned brown, growing out in a circle around his hand. The ripple was almost at Draco when he realised what he was doing. He yanked his hand off the grass. Where it had been was burnt black.

"Sorry, I wasn't concentrating." He shook his head to clear it.

"No, don't worry. I don't think you could do me much harm as it is," Draco said dryly. "I seem impervious to you,"

There was a sudden explosion of sound to Harry's left. He twisted in shock and slipped off the rock to land with a painful thump on the ground beside Draco. There were at least a dozen centaurs fighting against the wards they had constructed.

"We'd better take them down," Harry suggested nervously. He took hold of his wand and waited for Draco to wrap his hand over them, adding his power. He spoke the incantation to get rid of the wards and stood up.

"How dare you section off this clearing as though it were your own, human!" one roared, and Harry vaguely recognised him as being one of those who had threatened to kill him the year before.

"We were just practising magic," he replied weakly.

"Magic? You were playing with magic in this forest? Have you no respect?"

"No, no, we haven't damaged anything," Harry said quickly. He reached down and grabbed the fallen branch from the ground. "Look, Draco made this branch come alive again…"

"Necromancer!" another yelled. They started to form a circle around them both. Harry quickly grabbed Draco's hand, joining their scars. But this time, instead of the sensation of having their hands dipped in something warm and soft, there was an explosion of power that shone briefly white. It clicked in Harry's mind – they were both terrified, and when their emotions were extreme, there powers came into full play.

"Stay away!" Harry warned, pulling his hand free of Draco's, and chanced a look at shi boyfriend. He was frozen in terror. "I mean it. I can kill you all. Don't come any closer!"

In truth, he wasn't sure if he could kill a creature by touch. The grass might have been a one off, but he could try and bluff their way out of this. The centaurs pawed the ground angrily, and Bane stepped forward.

"Do not threaten us, human. You forget that we are more intelligent than you. We know that no human has the power of death in a touch," he sneered. Harry swallowed and stepped back

"I'm serious," he said, voice wavering. "I don't want to hurt you,"

"I doubt you could, even if you tried," Bane snarled, and moved towards him. He began to circle Harry, preparing to strike. As his rump passed him, Harry threw his hand out to connect with the coarse hair. It was only there for a moment, but it was enough. Magic exploded out into Bane's flesh, and he reared away in a cry of pain. He stepped back away from Harry, and the Gryffindor could clearly see the hand-shaped mark on his rump.

"It burns!" Bane wailed, and lay down on the grass, trigging to rub it in. Harry bit his lip and grabbed Draco's frozen arm. He had an idea.

"Let us pass out of this forest unharmed, and we injure no more of you," he said loudly. A palomino that Harry didn't recognise stepped forward.

"Be that as it may, how do we know that you will keep your word?"

"If we don't you may kill us," Harry said simply. The palomino seemed to think for a while before conceding.

"We will allow you to leave unscathed. But do not think that this agreement will hold the next time you enter this forest. If you come here again, we will kill you," he said ominously, and turned his tail, leading the other centaurs out of the clearing. Draco visibly relaxed.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, concerned. He looked at his watch, making a mental note to add 'Forbidden Forest' as a time, and consulted it. "Well, according to my watch we're both 'safe', so you needn't worry any more," he said comfortingly, and hugged Draco tightly.

"The only centaur I've ever seen was that one who was teaching Divination last year, and he wasn't anything like those ones. They're ruthless."

"Come on, we need to get back up to school. Are you up to transforming?"

Draco nodded, and they made their way back up to Hagrid's hut. Harry unearthed the Cloak from where he had hidden it and slung it over both of them. They made the journey back up to the castle in silence, not encountering a single teacher as they entered the Slytherin dorms. Draco collapsed face-first on the bed.

"Are you going to change before you go to bed?" Harry asked sceptically, and Draco responded with a grunt. Sighing, Harry climbed onto the bed and straddled his boyfriend's rear end, placed his hands on Draco's back. He began rubbing in slow circles, moving over his back and up over his shoulders. Draco relaxed beneath him and Harry could see a small smile forming on his lips. Harry continued for five minutes before his arms started to ache and he slipped off Draco to lie beside him.

"Something must have gone wrong with the potion," Draco said after a while. Harry shifted onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, ideally I should have a certain amount of control over snakes now, and you something with phoenixes. But neither of us has showed anything like that. Instead, you're killing things just by touching them. And I'm bringing things back to life. Hell, it seems that I've got the bloody phoenix things, what with their tears healing things!" Draco mocked, but Harry bit his lip.

"Is there a possibility that we took the wrong potions?" he asked nervously. Draco glanced at him.

"Unfortunately, yes. And it would make more sense."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, a Basilisk's venom brings almost instant death, and just looking at someone kills them. They're some of the Darkest creatures around. Pure evil."

"Thanks for the reassurance," Harry said sarcastically, and flopped back down. They lay in silence again for a long time, until eventually Draco shifted and moved up against Harry. Harry sighed, raising an arm, and Draco slipped under it, pressing his face into Harry's chest.

"Do you still want to know what my worst memory is?" he asked quietly. Harry was more than surprised by the seemingly random question, but did his best to hide it.

"Like I said, don't tell me if you don't want to." He said again. Draco looked up and fixed him with that grey stare.

"But do you want to know?"

"If I'm being honest, then yes, I do,"

"Then I'll tell you," Draco said simply. He fidgeted until comfortable, head on Harry's chest.

The last summer, the one after fifth year, Draco had returned home to find his mother had received the Mark and been made into a Death Eater. The information hadn't really surprised Draco – he knew it would only be a matter of time before Voldemort took her. She had always been cold and distant, but now, she was just purely sadistic. She never beat Draco – she wouldn't stoop that low – but she fed him lies of betrayal, striking him down verbally, hurting him emotionally. Over the next few weeks he started to retreat further within himself, becoming like she had been before. She made him feel worthless.

Then a week before the end of the holidays, Draco himself had been called forward to accept his Mark. His father and mother had escorted him to a clearing. The inner circle of Death Eaters were there – at least a dozen, if not more – and Voldemort was stood in the center of the circle, all glittering red eyes and snake-like nose. It was a cold night, Draco remembered, and he had wondered why the temperature could be so low on a summer night. The trees had swayed ominously as Lucius and Narcissa had taken their places in the circle, leaving Draco alone and shaking in the middle.

"Come forward and receive your Mark," Voldemort had said in a cold, high-pitched voice. Draco walked up to him unsteadily and knelt, kissing the silver hem of the Dark Lord's black robes. He kept his head bowed as Voldemort continued to speak.

"Draco Lucius Jacques Malfoy, are you willing to receive the Dark Mark?"

"I am," Draco murmured to the ground. In response, a long-fingered hand reached down and tilted his face up to look into the face of the Dark Lord.

"Then rise, and receive your future,"

Draco had stood, expecting to have to hold his arm out to be banded, but instead Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at him, a feral grin on his face.

"Imperio,"

Draco had choked as the Unforgivable hit him. He was tempted to resist, but wanted no reason for the Dark Lord to torture him, so he submitted to the gentle bliss.

"Take out your wand."

Draco slipped his wand out of his pocket and held it ready.

"Cast 'Diffendo' on your mother."

Had he possessed the capacity, Draco would have gasped, but as it was he couldn't. He tried to break out of the curse, but the foolish decision not to resist meant that it had taken complete control over him. Against his will, he found himself raising his wand.

"Diffendo" he choked out. Narcissa screamed as knives peppered across her body, slashing and stabbing around as she writhed on the floor. Curse after curse was inflicted upon Narcissa by Draco's hand until she was no more than a slumped heap of black robes on the floor. Suddenly the Unforgivable was lifted, and Draco fell to his knees on the hard ground. Voldemort stepped up to his mother and cast a spell he didn't hear. Then without a further word, he and all the Death Eaters strode from the clearing, leaving Draco with his parents. He stared at his fallen mother for what seemed to be an eternity, feeling nothing. He looked up when Lucius laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Come, Draco. She is dead."

Harry said nothing. He simply curled around the Slytherin, pulling him as close as possible, Draco burying his tear-streaked face into Harry's T-shirt. Harry gazed up at the canopy of Draco's bed, waiting patiently for the tremors to subside and his boyfriend to fall asleep, occasionally pressing his lips to the dishevelled blond hair until his breathing evened out and he relaxed in his arms.

I did say you would find out his worstmemory in chapter 16! I know, it's 2 chapters late, but anyway... I think something like that would freak out most people to be honest.

I found a joke about Harry...

Q: How many Harrys does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: One. He holds it in place and the world revolves around him.

Badoom-tch!

Well I thought it was funny...

smokey

it slowly losing her mind.