Golden Dreams

The spy bowed to the Dark Lord before giving the information, "Master, they were together, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter." The spy said, revealing the information that could destroy the two young wizards.

The Dark Lord smiled at his follower, "Perfect. Harm Malfoy to harm Potter." He said.

"Master, they have broken up."

His red eyes glowed with irritation, "Then get them back together. Anything else to hurt Potter's side?" He asked, calming himself. After all, his servants couldn't do everything. That's why he was here.

The spy looked back at the master, "Granger and Potter's friend Ronald are together. Bill Weasley and a girl named Fleur are together. Harry Potter is in a group. Lucius Malfoy and others that are supposedly your followers are in it too. I am sorry not to be able to tell you sooner, but I wasn't sure. A group to destroy you my lord!"
The dark lord laughed, "Not while I know of it. Well done." He gave the spy a bag filled with galleons.

The spy bowed and walked away, pleased with the prize.

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Harry woke with a start. He looked around at his surroundings. Just Ron's bedroom. Where had that dream come from? He dreamt of running through a forest, everything disappearing if he came too near. He tried to find someone but the shadows had no owners. He wished he could talk to Sirius about the dream.

Something turned in him. Sirius. When was the last time he thought about him? Did he still believe that Sirius was coming back? Every night he'd lookout the window he'd expect to see a black dog. Or, perhaps, a ragged looking man would knock on the door, telling him that they were going to live together. That Harry'd be safe at last.

"Sirius." He whispered, just to here the name on his lips. He was ashamed to think that he hadn't thought of his godfather that much anymore. With dating Draco and thinking of plans to defeat Voldemort, when did he have the time?

Draco and Voldemort. Two other important names. Both could lead to his destruction. Draco distracted him from what was important, defeating Voldemort. And, according to the prophecy, either Voldemort or Harry's life was going to end soon. One would never get to control the world and the other would never know what it was like to fully grow up, fall in love, have children, or anything else.

He got up and looked across the room. Ron snored in the other bed. This was how it was supposed to be. Harry and Ron, best friends, spending the summer together. But, it didn't feel right.

"I'll get used to it." He told himself, "I don't miss him. I don't. I really don't."

A pillow was thrown at him, "Go to sleep!" Ron said groggily. Harry went downstairs to avoid being hit by more flying pillows. Ginny was by the fire. The flames and young Weasley's hair didn't look so much different.

"What are you doing up?" She asked, adding another log to the fire,

"Couldn't sleep." He answered, sitting next to her. She studied him for a moment before giving him a knowing smile.

"You miss him." She said.

"I feel terrible. I shouldn't, I mean, I broke up with him! I shouldn't feel bad." That wasn't even the half of it. He felt like crawling back into his bed and crying until he ran out of tears. He felt like getting on his broom and flying so far away his troubles would disappear. He felt like he made the biggest mistake of his life, as though every thing he did in his past years were nothing. He felt like running full speed back to Malfoy Manor and holding Draco again.

"You really like him, didn't you?" Ginny asked, pushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Yeah. I guess I did. But isn't it a known fact that couples that meant for each other are honest?" He asked, hoping the answer was no. Hoping that she would tell him he was being ridiculous and to go back to Draco.

She frowned, "I suppose. But he wasn't exactly lying. I mean, did you right out ask if the Ministry was controlling Hogwarts?" She asked.

"No. But he heard me talk about it! I talked about going to Hogwarts what changes might be there. And he was silent!"

"I don't know what kind of honesty you're talking about. As I see it, he didn't do any thing wrong but leave out a few details. Though, on the other side of the argument, he could have told you to be completely honest. As I said, I don't know, Harry, I really don't."

"I didn't think you did," Harry looked into the fire. He remembered in his second year, he had tried to go to Diagon Alley but had gone to Knockturn Alley instead. He had seen Draco and his father. Selling stuff. Dark items.

She put a hand on his shoulder, "Harry, if you love him, go back to him." she said.

He looked at her, "No, I don't love him." He said.

"Harry, I'm not stupid. You can't sleep because you miss him, right? Try to convince yourself otherwise. But you love him."

"No, I don't. If I did I would have stayed with him."

"Harry!" She finally exclaimed, "Alright, you like him a lot! At least admit that!"

Ginny got up and left. Harry stayed, looking into the fire. He still wondered if he was going to get back together with Draco, no matter what he just said. He wondered how he was going to get back into Hogwarts. Would he even try? Would he endanger those he loved? He had planned once before not to go back. That he'd keep all his friends safe. Where did those plans go?

Getting together with Draco. That's where they went. As soon as he let himself get off track he couldn't get back on.

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Draco tossed in his bed restlessly. It was darker than usual. The moon had taken sanctuary behinds the clouds and the stars followed. When he was a child he didn't like these nights. He'd scream for his parents, but only succeed in getting the comfort of his Nursemaid. Because of his cries, his parents moved him to the farthest rooms away from them. They couldn't have their sleep interrupted by a terrified son.

Draco had learned that he couldn't cry for help. He had to take it. No one was really there for him. Take his parents for example. They pretty much ignored him in his childhood because he annoyed them sometimes. Harry was also a good example. Draco put his full trust in him, told him his fears. But didn't tell him one detail about Hogwarts. Harry left quickly, not even waiting for a proper explanation. Not giving him a second chance.

He got up and stubbed his toe the bedside table. He covered his mouth to cover the cry of pain. No, he was not a child. He wouldn't show pain, even in the privacy of his room. He lit a candle and looked at the bedside table. A clipping of a picture from a newspaper was there. A boy of fourteen with jet black hair and glasses looked back at him. It was from an article about the Triwizard Tournament. He had meant to throw the picture out. He had meant to throw the whole newspaper out. But, he couldn't. He decided to carry the picture in his pocket all those years at Hogwarts, sometimes unfolding it to look at the teenager.

He turned from the table and went to his desk. He was going to write a letter to Harry, begging for forgiveness. But he wasn't able to put his feelings into words.

Suddenly he had an idea. Harry Potter wasn't allowed into Hogwarts, why not Harry's friends? If the Weasley's and any other friend of Harry's say that Harry Potter had run away and they had no contact, why couldn't they get back into Hogwarts? Harry could get in if he wasn't himself.

A disguise

It was perfect. Put Harry in a disguise and they'd have to let him go back to Hogwarts. They could say Harry was a friend of theirs. A distant relative. Change his name. Pretend he was a completely different person.

He began to write the letter, explaining everything.

A/N: I know, long updates. I try really hard to get the chapters up. I'll try harder.