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I'm hoping to update this once a week, but I don't think there is going to be a regular uploading schedule. Hope you enjoy this next chapter.

~PureBloodSnake xx

Strange Dreams and Forgotten Nightmares

Draco was bored. It was a dreary cold day and here he was sat with Crabbe and Goyle either side of him watching the Black Lake hoping for some sort of action. The first task had been exciting to watch and he had thought the second task would be as well. But looking at the surface of a lake wasn't what he would call exciting. The champions had been down there for at least fifteen minutes and no one had seen anything except Fleur withdrawing from the competition. Remembering what his mother told him, Draco sneered at the small ginger Gryffindor near him who was chatting excitedly about Harry Potter. His brother. It was weird to think that his little brother was in another life or death situation and he was only fourteen! Draco hated it. He was beginning to come to terms with the fact that his schoolyard rival was his little brother, but the scathing remarks slipped out a bit too often for Draco's liking. It wasn't irregular for this to happen, and it certainly wasn't something Harry was unfamiliar with- in fact maybe he had taken his mother's order of keeping everything the same a bit too enthusiastically, when Harry found out, and subsequently when he found out that Draco had already known there would be hell to pay. Or karma as the muggles said.

Draco was shocked out of his thoughts by Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang being pulled out of the water to loud cheers from the Hogwarts spectators. Diggory had gotten first place, surely Harry couldn't be too far behind, right? It was certainly easier than Draco thought to slip into big brother mode in his head, out loud he would definitely have a problem. Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, who Draco had idolised after the Quidditch World Cup, was bobbing in the water shaking of the charm that made him appear as a shark clutching Harry's bookworm friend Granger to his side. Where was Harry? As the surface of the lake stilled once again Draco allowed himself time to think, even amongst the chatter and loud screams of support. He was honestly scared with how easily he accepted Harry as his brother. Maybe it was the similarities between the two of them or the fact that something had been missing in his life and missing Harry explained it perfectly. It could be because he knew he wasn't one hundred percent a Slytherin, he definitely could've been put in Gryffindor just as easily as Harry could've been put in Slytherin.

The crowd had gone quiet, disturbing Draco from the inner workings of his mind. Looking at his watch, Draco realised there was only five minutes left of the task and Harry had not appeared at the surface. Four minutes and the crowd was still silent with anticipation and Draco ignored the worrisome nagging at the back of his mind. Three minutes and nothing, Harry couldn't have drowned, he didn't know he was a Malfoy yet! Two minutes and Draco started to hold his breath, his Pureblood mask slipping slightly. Weasley and Fleur Delacour's little sister appeared at the surface and the crowd exploded. Draco stayed perfectly still, the nagging sensation in his mind becoming more insistent when Harry didn't appear with them. One minute and Draco was beginning to think the worst. Thirty seconds, the crowd had seemingly caught on to the missing saviour. Twenty seconds and Draco thought he could see bubbles rising to the surface. Fifteen seconds, Harry was propelled out of the water and onto the platform and Draco let out the breath he had been holding. Schooling his mask back into place, Draco pushed the loud Gryffindor forward slightly as his cheer nearly burst his eardrum. He wanted to scream at the boy, tell him that yes he too was happy, if not happier for Harry's return but that did not mean he needed to scream like a banshee. Instead he kept his mouth shut and started to move towards the boats that would take him back to school, glancing back to see Harry covered in blankets and towels, he didn't even care about the results, just glad to see his little brother (who looked more and more like his brother every time he saw him, if only slightly) safe and cared for. He needed to write a letter to his parents anyway.

Dearest Mother and Father Scratch that, his Father was not the best person to include in this letter. Draco started again, pleased that although his mind was a mess, his penmanship was still perfect.

Dearest Mother,

I hope you are well. The second task has just finished and Harry came second. I'm having a really hard time distinguishing the difference between Harry Potter and Caelum Malfoy. I'm trying to do as you said and act normal but Draco Malfoy, the Pureblood, hates Harry Potter. I've said things recently in my confusion that I know are going to come back and bite me when he does find out he's my little brother. However at the same time I am finding that I have a very strong protective streak. Although Harry came second in the second task, he was the last one out of the water. I was so scared that he wasn't going to come up, there was fifteen seconds left of the task when he surfaced, it was so hard to contain my relief that I think even Crabbe and Goyle spotted it. I don't think I can do this anymore, Harry is looking more and more similar to me each time I see him. His face is becoming more pointed and aristocratic (as I heard his muggleborn friend say) and his hair is slowly losing it's wildness along with becoming slightly lighter, something that his friends blame on the sun being more frequent now. I can't continue treating him this awfully, seeing him looking more and more life me each day, the only thing that reminds me that he's not yet my little brother is the green of his eyes, those have not yet changed. I'm sorry to ignore your words, but I think it would be best if I pretended not to even acknowledge him over the next couple of months, it would be better for my sanity at least, and Harry's, if I was suddenly nice to him.

I love you and I cannot wait for us to be a whole family again

Your loving son

Draco x

Signing off the letter, Draco gave it to his dark brown owl, Serpeverde.

"Make sure this gets to mother as quickly as possible and do not leave until she gives you a reply. Got it?" He asked the owl before moving over to unlatch the window.

? ゚ミノ? ゚ミノ?

Narcissa Malfoy sat at her desk and regarded the owl in front of her. She knew it was her son's yet she was unsure why he would be writing, especially after the second task. Taking the letter she expected the owl to fly off back to Hogwarts, but when it sat there looking at her expectantly, she realised that her son wanted a reply. She was beginning to get worried now, what would be so important that he needed an immediate reply and had not thought it safe enough to use the floo? Opening the letter she read the contents her eyes filling with concern the further she read down the parchment.

"Oh Draco," she whispered her heart hurting for her eldest. Sighing she reached for a piece of parchment to write her reply on.

My dearest Draco,

I knew I shouldn't have asked you to try and pretend that everything was the same between you and Harry. Your confusion is understandable and I agree with your decision to ignore him, well at least try not to insult him any further. I suggest to try and write a letter that explains your position on the matter to give to him when he knows the truth. Don't expect him to react too favourably at first. I understand your concern when it comes to the tournament, I wish that he would not have to compete, but the rules are binding and even the Malfoy name cannot help him. Just trust that he knows enough to get past, from what has been said he has proved himself worthy to compete amongst the seventeen year olds. If it bothers you, I suggest trying to find out about the next task and sending him anonymous tips to help. I don't think he will trust an anonymous note however. You only have to watch one more task and wait a couple of months before you can treat him as your brother. Be patient Dragon.

I love you too and cannot wait to see you and your brother this summer.

Mother x

Happy with her response Narcissa folded the note before giving it to Serpeverde, watching as he flew back to his master at Hogwarts.

? ゚ミノ? ゚ミノ?

Harry was sat on his bed, it was late and he had just woken up after a nightmare, luckily this time he hadn't woken any of the other Gryffindors up. It was a strange dream nothing like his normal dreams which usually were about Voldemort, this dream was seemingly nothing to do with him. Harry was lying down looking at the ceiling above him. There was a loud noise and the window opened, it was then Harry saw Dumbledore, looking down watching him carefully.

"Shh, don't cry, we don't want to wake Mummy or Daddy now do we?" He leant forward and picked up Harry, who then realised he was a baby. Another child had started screaming as soon as Harry had been picked up. It was then he woke. Harry wasn't entirely sure it was a nightmare, even if the way Dumbledore talked to him was slightly disturbing. It really was nothing to worry about, especially with the third task looming.

The third task had Harry worried, not that he'd let anyone other than Hermione and Ron know that, he had to retain the Gryffindor bravery and rashness he was expected to have. There was no information on the third task, no-one seemed to know anything about it, not even Cedric knew anything. He wasn't entirely sure if he could survive this task, he nearly didn't survive the last one. Something however kept him going, it wasn't Ron and Hermione, it wasn't that he knew Voldemort would be back, it was something entirely different, a longing for something more. Something that he had never experienced, he just wasn't sure what it was. Hopefully whatever that strength was would return to him for the final task, he didn't particularly want to die at fourteen. These near-death experiences were starting to get a bit repetitive. Turning over, Harry pulled the covers back over his body and went back to sleep, trying to forget about the final task, and having completely forgotten about his strange dream.