Ok,..so.. a friend of mine said I can't write a serious fan fic. So...here, I,… go.

(disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter. I couldn't steal from J.K.!)

CHAPTER ONE.

The Dream, The Boy, and the Purpose.

Harry woke with a start sweating and panting. Just…a dream I guess... He thought as he rolled over and put his feet on the cold floor. "how very, very, odd…" he said aloud. "What is?" asked his best friend, Ronald Weasly from under the scarlet blankets on his four-poster bed. Ron had dark rings under his eyes and his expression hard, complements of his pale skin. Ron had been sick for three days and Madam Pomfrey, after she found what he had wasn't contagious; let him stay in his dormitory for the time being. Harry and everyone else was worried weather or not he would get better at all. Ron himself was surprised how much the Gryffindors of Hogwarts cared about his well-being, the room covered with flowers, candy, and get-well cards, mostly from his girlfriend; Harry's other best friend Hermione Granger. "Nothing, just a dream…". Said Harry, sifting through his trunk for his school robes. "Aye. You do have odd dreams Harry…" said Ron as he got to his feet. "I think I'll go for a walk…" Harry frowned. "you know you should be in bed. And think about what hermi-"Ron! What are you doing out of bed?" Cried Hermione from the door her straight, curvy eyebrows meeting in between her brown eyes. "guess not" said Ron to Harry, sitting back down on his bed. Hermione relaxed. Harry had always admired Her and Ron's relationship, and sometimes even envied it. "Good morning Harry" she said sitting on Harry's bed. "Morning" said Harry, with his attention fixed on a stain on the cuff of his black robes. "'arry had nutha dream" said Ron through a long yawn. She looked at Harry expectantly. Harry kept his concentration on the stain though, not wanting to think about the dream any longer. Hermione sighed. "Maybe you can tell me over breakfast. Meet you in the common room?" She asked hopefully. "Ok... I'll be down in a minute," agreed Harry.

"Don't worried Ron, I'll bring you back something" said Hermione on her way out to stop Ron from looking like a sad puppy.

Harry got dressed and after bidding Ron farewell he made his way to the common room, passing some confused… or possibly excited and probably nervous First years. It had been three weeks since start of term began, his 7th year. Almost each night Harry would have a dream, but each night there would be more to it. Since Harry's dreams had been known to have some relevance, like, when in his 5th year he "predicted" that Mr. Arthur Weasly was going to be attacked by one of Voldemort's servants, which was a rather large snake. After that, his two best friends tended to take him seriously. So far, the current dream was this:

He stood on a stonewall in front of stormy ocean. And just as he slips a boy, his age, which Harry did not recognize at first, reached out to stop Harry from falling. He was grateful for the boy's help and turned to thank him but just as he does a enormous wave crashes down on them and they are both swept away. The odd part was the part that made him realize that he was in a dream that morning was that as he was floating away in the ocean he saw the other boy's face. The face of Draco Malfoy

His student rivalry's expression flashed behind his eyes. He look so, longing. So sad, with tears running down his face. Like there was no hope in anything but he had hope at the same time. He was distracted from his thoughts when a first year boy with lots of freckles and dark orange hair asked him if Snape had been as harsh as everyone was saying he was. "Depends on who you heard it from" said Harry, sarcastically. The boy reminded him so much of Ron, that he almost turned around to spend the day with his best friend. The red haired youth stared with awe at Ron's prefect badge fastened to Harry's robes. Ron had past his prefect duties onto Harry while he was sick. "I want to be a prefect..." said the boy, almost drooling now. " Behave and you just might." said Harry encouragingly. "What's you name?" asked Harry half expecting the boy's name to be Ronald. "Jamison Chandler." He said. "Then good day to you Jamie." Harry said continuing down the spiral staircase. As he turned the corner, he heard the boy whisper excitedly "did you hear that? He called me Jamie! Harry potter called me Jamie!" and a few other whispers from his friends. When he got to the common room, he saw Hermione looking very comfy in a squashy armchair in front of the fireplace. She was wearing a white knit blazer a matching scarf and boots, and some jeans. She was sipping a latte, which Harry guessed was from the café that had been built in honor of Albus Dumbledore, it was called "Lemon Drop Café". The House elves that worked in the kitchen thought of it and asked the students to make donations so they could build it. it was built in the Gryffindor tower near the entrance to the Gryffindor Dormitories. All but one of the Hogwarts staff thought the café was a great idea and that one person being Filch, the caretaker, they ignored him seeing as he still believed in hanging misbehaving students from their toenails. And so, the House elves got it done over the summer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent each evening in the café doing their schoolwork until Ron got sick. Ron didn't want them to go without him, saying that he would feel left out, but Harry knew otherwise. The Café had a… knowing Dumbledore you would guess that the café would have a very romantic atmosphere and Ron didn't want his girlfriend and his charming best friend alone together in such a place. Harry thought this was wise on Ron's behalf, not that he would be tempted by Hermione but just because Ron actually thought of it on his own. "Hey sorry I took so long… you know… first years." Said Harry to Hermione. "No problem" said Hermione, flashing Harry a big smile. "Shall we?" and they made their way to the great hall. On the fifth flight of stairs, Harry noticed Hermione looked worried. He asked her what's wrong and she said "I'm just worried about these dreams you've been having… Harry what if this ones real?" they were now stopped on a landing between the fifth and sixth floor face to face. Hermione took a step forward and Harry took a step back. Ignoring it, Hermione continued, "what if it has something to do with Voldemort? It doesn't feel right not telling someone!" they had resolved not to tell anyone, one because of the rumor wheel, and rumors in the wrong minds prove to be deadly. And two because anyone at Hogwarts they could tell was much to busy to deal with it. "It's possible, Hermione, that it could have something to do with Voldemort." Said Harry kindly. Hermione looked puzzled then her eyes widened. "Did you find out who the boy was?" Hermione gasped. "Was it tom riddle or someone like that?" she said breathlessly. "Well someone like that yes…" Harry said. Hermione inclined her head for him to go on but he hesitated. He wasn't sure how she would react, but he took a deep breath and said "Draco Malfoy". All was silent for at least 4 minutes. Hermione just gaped at Harry until she finally said, "it was Neville?" this confused Harry greatly. "What no, I said it was Dra-"wow, who would have guessed Neville?" Interrupted Hermione. "It's not Neville!" Harry said slightly frustrated. "Neville though? Why would Neville be the one to save you? That makes sense I GUESS…" Harry closed his eyes and smiled.

When she wouldn't stop saying it was Neville, Harry put one hand over her mouth and the other on her shoulder. "Its NOT Neville." He said in a calming but firm voice. "Oh. Then I must have not heard you right who did you say it was?" this time Harry put both of her shoulders this time. "D r a c o M a l f o y" he said overly pronouncing each letter. She frowned and asked, "But….But, why would Draco save you?" she sounded almost desperate for the answer. "you tell me" said Harry thinking the very same thing. They continued to walk down the stairs. When they got to the great hall, they saw how crowded it was and they decided to go for a walk on the grounds instead. it was a warm, relaxing Saturday morning. On their way around the lake, they met up with Ron's year younger sister, Ginny. "Ron would love this" sighed Ginny as she looked down at the book "fantastic jokes and where to find them" a parody of their school book " fantastic beasts and where to find them"

Harry silently stared at Ginny as her and Hermione talked. He noticed how in the right light, her deep brown gold eyes glowed. And her red hair was like fire in the sunlight. Harry realized that he was staring and looked away. Then Hermione said, "Well, nice talking to you Ginny. See you later." When they turned away, she gave Harry a inquiring look. "What?" he said after a moment of silence. "Where you-….do you?" ask Hermione. "Do I what?" said Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes "Like Ginny, duh." Harry turned a bright red and couldn't help the smile creeping at the edge of his mouth.

He looked back at Ginny, who sat on the beach with her book open. Harry thought she looked like an angel. He felt Hermione still looking at him so he said "maybe... Why?"

"The way you were looking at her. It was sooo obvious!" say Hermione in a way that Harry didn't recognize from her. It sounded….girly. He didn't tell her his opinion on that for fear of his life. "After all, you two where dating for awhile last year…" Harry cringed. He hated to think about his previous year at Hogwarts. After Albus Dumbledore had died, he told Ron and Hermione that he was going to leave Hogwarts and head after voldemort. But Ginny convinced him to join the Order of the Phoenix and they put him at Hogwarts to spy on the rest of Draco malfoy's friends, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle for they too may try to become Death-eaters if they were not already. Normally when he thought about it he became very bitter but he let it pass, Hermione not seeing a hint of it. She went on to say, "So, Do you still like her? You know, it would be safe for her now, being posted here." Harry considered this and the more he thought about it the more he knew she was right. Maybe just until I get posted somewhere else. He thought, but then it could end at any moment. I can't do that to Ginny. "I hope Ron gets better soon." He said. Hermione chuckled. "You just don't want talk about your love life."

Back in their dormitory, where Ron ate the pumpkin pastry that Hermione had grabbed for him, they talked about quidditch and other such things. - (Hermione had gone to the library to do some "light reading") - After about an hour of their talking Dean Thomas, their roommate, came in and joined their conversation. It was a pleasant talk until Neville Longbottom ran in and said, "Harry! Harry! Your not going to believe this! MALFOYISHERE!" he announced out of breath. "WHAT?" said Ron. And for about 6 minutes there was a lot of, "whats whens wheres and whos" until they decided to go and look for themselves. After turning a few corners, Hermione joined in there group saying "I heard." As she did. Harry wasn't surprised Hermione didn't tell Ron to get back in bed. This was to weird. Harry saw Ron put his had on his wand pocket. Harry did the same…just in case. When they arrived in the courtyard, where Neville said he saw Malfoy, Harry saw something he wish he hadn't. There was Draco sure enough. But his face... The same face he saw in the dream. Either he was or had been crying but Harry couldn't tell. Suddenly the headmistress, Minerva McGonagall came into view and said, "Ah. Mister Potter, just whom I was looking for. Come. You to Mr. Malfoy" and Harry didn't dare test the headmistress's patients. He looked at Hermione who had her "thinking face" on. He left the group of Gryffindors and with a deep breath, followed Ms. McGonagall to her office. There he and Malfoy were told to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk as she sat behind it. Harry looked around. The old headmistress's office had changed quite a bit since he had last been there. Dumbledore's odd trinkets and orbs had all been removed and replaced by flowers, picture frames and other things. The walls had been re-painted a dark green on the upper half and a royal gold on the lower. Harry was curious to know how they painted the walls with all of the traditional portraits of past headmasters. He looked toward the picture of Albus Dumbledore. He smiled at it and Dumbledore smiled and winked back. This brightened Harry's mood.

"I have asked you to come here mister potter to address a few important matters" she said gesturing towards Malfoy. Malfoy looked down at his hands and shifted in his seat.

"Mr. Potter, I know it will be hard to except, but Mr. Malfoy has come to his senses and joined the order." Harry stared at the headmistress. She stared back. Harry pointed casually at Malfoy and the headmistress nodded. He looked at Malfoy frowned then pointed again only to get another nod. Harry couldn't help but burst out in laughter. "Mr. potter, please control yourself!" even though some of the portraits on the walls had laughed to. "Please Mr. Potter hear all of it," said the headmistress. "Because of Mr. Malfoy's past err, um…employment, he has been put under your command by the order and even by the minister."

Harry smiled. He looked at Draco and smiled bigger at the thought of being in charge of him. Being able to tell what to do and the look on Draco's face when told him to do it. But all of these thoughts where pushed aside when he saw Draco's current face. Draco looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else, but nowhere else. Harry was reminded a bit of Meroupe Riddle, when she looked like she wanted to disappear by sinking into the stonewall of her house. Draco looked like he wanted to just melt into the chair he sat on. he was slouching face down and his hand grasping the arms of the chair so tight his knuckles turned white. Harry looked back at the headmistress. "Why?" he asked "why did he join us I mean." The Headmistress nodded again. "A proper question Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy care to explain?" Draco looked up but avoided eye contact with McGonagall or Harry.

"To avenge my mother." he said his voice cracking. Harry frowned. He thought this was a noble thing to do but he had thought that Draco's mother was fine, a death-eater no doubt. He wondered what had happened, but didn't dare ask. "And to get revenge on my good for nothing father" Draco clutched his fists. A vein in his temple throbbed and his jawbone pulsed. Harry had never seen someone so determined. "Good for nothing? Last time I check you worshiped him." said Harry, not rudely. Draco looked at Harry, making eye contact for the first time. "aye. I did. But I saw what he became. I don't want to follow in such a person's footsteps." Harry was amazed by these words. "Revenge is the only thing I know." Draco continued with a shrug. It seemed Draco had wanted to say these things because for the rest of their discussion with the headmistress he was a lot more relaxed. When McGonagall dismissed them, she added before they went out the door, "Oh, and Mr. Malfoy you are to be housed in Gryffindor." The recent Slytherin and the Gryffindor stared, frowning. "Do I have something on my face or did you not hear me?" said the headmistress sarcastically. "Not to be disrespectful ma'am," said Harry, "but if Malfoy is moved into Gryffindor, then other students will get suspicions."

"Weather they do or not does not matter. The Order has been exposed. Plus if Mr. Malfoy's old housemates see what he's done perhaps, they'll follow his lead. Now go and…do your transfiguration homework. " Harry smiled and left with Draco at his side. They walked down a corridor with some curious onlookers and gossiping girls. Ignoring it Harry made his way back to the courtyard, hoping Hermione, and everyone was there still. When he got there, they weren't but Jamison Chandler was and he said "They told me to tell you to meet them in the common room; they had to leave because Ron puked."

"Gross. But thank you for telling me" said Harry, turning on his heels. Draco followed.

They were quiet walking up the stairs until Draco step in front of Harry. "What are you doing?" asked Harry when Draco held is wand out to Harry in his palms. "I'm offering you my wand, my most precious form of defense, to show how loyal I am to your cause."

Harry was so taken aback by this he almost fell over. "That's ok, thanks…" said Harry. Draco put away his wand. "But I still….I still owe you and your friends an apology."

Harry blinked. This seemed like to much information in one day, kind of like Snape's schoolwork assignments. "Go on" Harry said. Draco sat down on a stair and sighed. "I really had hoped we would get along right away, but that's just wishful thinking right?" said Draco, smiling showing his brilliant white teeth. "Yeah defiantly." Draco frowned and looked at the floor then he looked up, still frowning. "Harry, I need to tell you, I never thought of the consequences of my actions. In my young age, I blindly followed my father's footsteps and as I said, I don't want to. Not anymore….truce?" said Draco hopefully. Harry stared at Draco, waiting for him to crack. Then finally said, "Truce" and reached out the shake Draco's hand. Draco shook Harry's hand smiling as if he had just one his first quidditch game. When they got to the common room, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Dean, Jamison, Colon Creevy and his little brother Denis, where there waiting. Hermione said that Ron had to go lay down, not taking her eyes off Draco, who Harry could see was nervous. Harry went to stand next to the fireplace and Draco followed, hiding behind Harry. Then Denis said, "Whats he doing in here!" Draco smiled but when he didn't get one back he recoiled and scratched his head. "Harry" said Hermione, "whats happened?". "Something good." Said Harry with a big smile.

After a few hours if discussing apologies, Harry went up to his dormitory partly to check on Ron and partly to see what would happen if he left draco alone there. When he got to the room, he saw a new, four-poster bed with fresh blankets in between Harry's and Dean's beds. He saw that the trunk at the foot of the bed said D.M. It was Draco's. He looked at Ron who's arms and legs where sprawled out half on the bed, half on the floor. He laughed to himself and went back down to the common room. When he got to the last stair, he stopped, and stared at the picture in front of him. Ginny, Hermione, and Draco Malfoy laughing together in the Gryffindor common room. Soon the girls bid them a goodnight. Draco stared after them. "wow…" he said to Harry. "What?" said Harry with a raised eyebrow. "Gryffindor girls…. There so…. Different than slitherin girls. So much nicer…" Said Draco. They made there way up to their dorm room. When they got there, Draco stared half jaw dropped. "This is your dorm?" he said almost to loud. "Yeah…Why? Something wrong?" replied Harry. "No definitely not! Why wasn't I a Gryffindor before!" he said spinning around to look at the whole room. " There's so much more space than in the Slytherin dorms.." he sat on his bed and Harry on his. For a moment, there was silence. Ron stirred in his sleep and rose, rubbing his eyes. " Harry I had the strangest dream that Malfoy was here and..-" he stopped when he saw Malfoy. "Oh. I'm still dreaming." Said Ron lying back down. Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Ron your not dreaming." Said Harry. Ron got out of bed and walked over to the end of Harry's bed. "What's the filthy git doing here then?" said Ron rudely. Harry sighed. "Ron maybe you should get some sleep I'll explain it to you tomorrow." Ron crossed his arms impatiently. "Fine. But I won't be able to sleep with him in here." However, when Ron returned to his bed he was snoring just moments later. After awhile, Harry and Draco turned off the lights to sleep as well.

Harry bolted up. The room was still dark. Ron and Neville's snores filled the silence. Harry looked to Draco's bed. He was awake, staring out the window. He looked back at Harry. "Can't sleep ?" Draco ask, startling Harry. He didn't answer but said, "Are you alright…?" he could see faint tear streaks as the moonlight poured in on Draco's face.

Draco replied with a slight incline of his head. Harry swallowed hard. He was at a loss for words and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Don't looked so shocked Potter- er i mean Harry. You knew I would end up like this didn't you?" Said Draco sitting up. "Er... no i didn't really i um..." Harry began to sweat but he didn't know why. He scratched at his hair and looked out the window. The lake glistened and rippled in the night breeze.
"Well, I thought I'd become,.. ya know the "next Voldemort" or something but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it wasn't what i wanted. and when... Dumbledore offered to protect my mother and I... i couldn't refuse. If it wasn't for snape- " " if it wasn't for snape and people like him my mother and father would still be alive." Harry said cutting him off. Harry stood and walked to the window studing the water more intently. "prove it" he said turning around. "Prove to me that your not just tricking me. and aren't gonna kill me when i turn around!" Draco stiffened and stared at harry for a moment then, bitting his lip he stood and paced. Draco seemed to have come up with something but then punched the air and shook his head, continuing to pace. After a few minuets the sun began to rise. Draco then looked up at harry and said "Lately.. I've been having this dream... in the dream i'm standing behind a wall and theres another person on top if it and something tells me to save him.. and so i climb up and try and grab him before he slips--
"but a huge wave swallows you both up." Harry said cutting him off again.
"y-y-es... how did you..? " asked Draco. "I had almost the same dream too." a chill went up harry's spine making his hairs stand on end.
How did we have the same dream...? harry asked himself. they both got dressed quietly and went to the common room. Lavender Brown greated them with a half smile unsure what to think of draco. "Hi lavender." said harry warmly. "good morning harry. Hows ron? " she said just as warmly. "sound asleep, i think he should be getting better soon." "oh good! everones so worried about him..." she continued to read a rather dusty book. Draco sat down on the couch. Looking around he said "does all of Gryffindor get up at the crack of dawn?" sarcastically. "no not really. the girls do though.. i geuss... would you like to get some coffee?" harry said "where? in the great hall ? " asked draco, " they don't serve breakfast for another hour.". Harry smiled.
"not at the great hall the cafe. Fawx cafe."
"the what?" Draco said with a odd expression on his face. "just common" harry said as he smiled and walked out of the common room, draco following behind.

In the Café they were the only ones there except for the house elves behind the counter. They chose a table next to a big circular window getting a very nice view of the grounds below. "Crème and sugar?" asked Harry, trying to be polite. "No, no thank you." Said Draco into his cup. Steam swirled around Draco's chin over the black liquid. Tapping the cup he set it down and said "This place changed so quickly. A café? At Hogwarts last year would have been so odd, but now I seems to fit really well…but anyhow, have you gotten your proof? We had the same dream. Perhaps… it means something."

"Perhaps." Replied Harry, but he was not really paying attention. "Dumbledore was a great … no … magnificent, leader. But unfortunately, every leader has a weakness or slips up sometimes." He was staring straight into Draco's Grey blue eyes with his blazing green ones. "Dumbledore trusted. Everyone. He trusted snape and got killed because of it. I tried to warn everyone but not one person believed me. However Honorable Dumbledore's death was I am not prepared to make the same mistake. Tell me now and tell me truthfully. Can I trust you?"

Silence followed.

"Can I trust you." Harry repeated himself.

"Yes" draco said simply without even blinking.

Either draco is not lying or he has an enchanted poker face. Thought Harry.

"Alright… I trust you." Draco smiled and said "you won't regret it Harry. I swear it on my life."

Soon they left for their first classes meeting up with Hermione on the way. "Oh Draco, I got you your schoolbooks and Professor McGonagall asked me to write down the assignments you missed from the first few weeks. I'll help you catch up.

"Thank you very much Hermione." Said Draco, taking a load of books from her, "where to first?"

" I have taken the liberty of planing out our day out. Since we have no classes untill twelve today, I thought that we could go hang out at Hagrids. And if your wondering why we don't have classes, the teachers are having a meeting."

"alright, Hagrids it is then." And they made their way outside. They were right past the bridge and passing the old runes when Draco stopped suddenly with a cringe. He grasped his left arm and grimaced like a gargoyle. "Draco whats the matter?" said Hermione.

"My arm… Its…" he looked at the two of them and tried to speak but nothing came out but "aee…" Harry came over and without asking pulled up draco's left sleeve revealing the tattoo that only voldmort's servents where branded with. a serpent joined with a skull on his forearm. The tattoo pulsed on Draco's skin. The area around it was green with infection. "Ew." Said hermione. "You should go see Madame pomfrey about that." Draco looked downcast. "and what would she do? cut it off? This mark is permenate."

"but at least she might be able to make the inffection go away. Com'on we'll go with you." Draco agreed silently.

In the hospital wing, Madame pomfrey dug threw potion books and spell books, looking for a way to be rid of the dark mark. Draco sat on the edge of a bed without his shirt off. Harry and Hermione gawked at Draco but looked away when eye contact was made.

"recongnize these?" asked Draco running his fingers along three long scars on his chest made by Harry in their previous year. Harry looked away guiltfully. "don't feel bad. After all, you know what they say, 'alls fair in love and war.'" Harry breathed laughter. "yeah, I guess so." he said. Madame pomfrey walked over slowly with a potion vial in hand. "well like expected, the mark cannot be simply removed until the magic of it wares off. I've examinded the curses apon it and there are some awful ones my dears. I think I'll need some help to cure you when the time comes. Now I'll need to know of any simptoms you have." She said with quill in hand. " simptoms? Like what?"

"like… anything out of the ordinary." She said " well…I … know what curses are on it… The curse of a demon, right?"

"Yes…It will be very hard to endure. I hope your ready for it." Madame Pomfrey said with a sigh. "whats the….curse of a demon?" ask Harry.

"It's usually called "habitante del infierno" which is Spanish for "Hell Dweller." The curse of a demon isn't really a demon, it just seems like it….From what I've learned of the curse is first, you can't speak in your native tongue-only the language of "lengua obligatoria de demonios" –the binding language of demons. Second, you begin to loose the use of your arms and legs-… they move of their own free will. Before long, you become mad with hate toward everyone. It makes you go insane" Everyone was listening intently. Hermione tilted her head. "But I read that…well, there is one way to lift habitante del infierno, and, that's by…your true love, right?" she said thoughtfully.

"Sadly, yes." Draco said, "It's the lamest cure ever. Besides I don't have a true love."

Hermione 'hmpft' "Of course you do! You've just gotta look." She smiled. He smiled back.

(((end of chapter one…Yeah I know it was SHORT hahahhahajk so yeah have fun as this slowly turns gay! jk Hazaaa!))