Title: Eternity

Pairing(s): DMHP HGRW ...After that, I'm not quite sure.

"With a new day comes new hope." Ron recited a quote he often heard Harry say. His siblings and Malfoy all gave him blank looks. Hermione took a deep breath and lead the small group to the other group of adults.

Molly Weasley gave them a small, strained smile. All the adults looked exhausted; Sirius still had blood on his clothes from where he had picked Harry up. Lucius Malfoy was writing something with quick, precise movements; his jaw was tensed, showing that he was either stressed or angry. Remus was pacing, every now and again he'd pause to growl, and then resume his pacing.

"Harry is stable, finally; we almost lost him when his heart stopped beating." Here Mrs. Weasley had to stop, as a sob was wrenched from her mouth. "He's in a coma right now, being fed nutrients through potions. Poppy says he can hear us, so if you want to talk to him you can."

"What is going to become of the Dursleys?" Ginny asked. Her mother's eyes hardened and she pursed her lips together. That's when Remus whirled on them.

"THE MINISTY IS REFUSING TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! THEY SAY HARRY'S A LIAR AND WON'T TAKE THE EVIDENCE THAT POPPY GAVE THEM! ON TOP OF IT, THEY PURPOSELY MOVED HIS TRIAL DATE TO TOMMORROW; AND HE'S STIL GOING TO BE IN A COMA!" Sirius finally leaped up and shot a calming spell at Remus, then dragged him away with an apologetic look to everyone.

"They can't do that! Father, can't you do something?" Draco's voice obviously came as a shock to the remaining adults present.

"I'm trying, Draco, but there's only so much I can do."

Sleep did not come easy that night to one Draco Malfoy. He was frustrated, annoyed, outraged, and absolutely disgusted…on behalf of Harry Potter. He was frustrated because the Ministry was full of heathens that apparently condone severe child abuse. He was annoyed because obviously Albus Dumbledore didn't give a fuck; as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot he had a lot of power. Get a popular vote of incompetence and Fudge could be booted from office, then Potter could have political justice. His outrage came from much of the same thing.

It was his disgust that befuddled him. Sure, it was hideous what the muggles did, but in essence all they did was beat him up. There was no cause for disgust based on what the adults told him…

Unless they didn't mention everything that happened to him. With a frustrated sound be turned in the bed he was given and shut his eyes determined to get some sleep.

A giggle bounced into his hearing. He opened his eyes, ready to growl at whoever had entered his room while he was asleep, then blinked in confusion. He was not in his room…in fact, he wasn't even in the Order's headquarters anymore.

He was in a field of flowers near a babbling brook with what looked like moonlight streaming down. The flowers were all sorts of colors, even some colors that should not have been on flowers, like blue-violet. A strange color that looked like a mix between black, yellow, and pink was also present on these flowers.

"That combination should not be possible." He muttered to himself.

"Why not?" The voice was soft -gentle, almost feminine- and sounded really close. Draco turned and was met with Harry Potter's curious face. From this close Draco could honestly say that Potter was a gorgeous individual, but definitely not out loud.

"When did you get there? Where are we anyway?" Ignoring Potter's question to ask one of his own, Draco backed away from the other boy. Potter giggled the same giggle that woke Draco up.

"Limbo. The space between living and dying. Where did you think we were?"

"Why are we here?"

"I'm here because I have no choice. You're here because you want to be here."

"I don't want to be here."

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be; you're not dying."

"Neither are you; they stabilized you!"

"They stabilized my body."

"Why word it that way?"

"I am Me. My body is my body. A body can be in perfect health, but that soul might not be in there. They stabilized my body, but I am not free to go to it yet."

"Why not?"

"I'm not healed. Thantos wants me here."

"The Personification of Death?

"The Demi-god of Death. The first person to serve Death."

"Demi-god?"

"Halfling. Half god. Thantos was a human; he fell in love with Hades and became a half god: Demi-god."

"But…he's the personification of Death."

"Yes. Not Death itself."

"Oh."

A giggle.

"You sound like a girl, Potter."

"So?"

"You're a guy."

"Your point?" Draco blinked. What was his point? Did it really matter which gender Potter acted as?

"I don't know."

They lapsed into comfortable silence.

"Why are you being so civil?" Of course it was Draco that broke the silence.

"You're normally the one who is nasty. My friends aren't here for you to insult, so there is no reason to be nasty to you."

"But I've insulted you by yourself tons of times."

"By insulting my friends. I don't care if you insult me."

"Oh."

"You're waking up."

"So I am dreaming?"

"No."

Draco woke up with a yawn, sitting up in his bed. He was in the room he feel asleep in, with no signs that he had been anywhere. He felt…nice; like all his frustration and annoyance from yesterday was gone. Who knew he'd feel so…nice…from talking to Potter?

Wasn't there a better word than "nice"?