Hey guys, I know, I'm sorry, it's been so long (to me) since I have updated! I also know my last chapter was not edited, so I expect it to have quite a few errors… Thanks so much to my great friend Ashley and *quite enthusiastic* friend nicknamed the 'goanna'. Lol. This is just an authors note mainly with a few snapshots/dreams about Harry's experience in the past as I have made it. If you haven't noticed, on chapter two I wrote DUMBLEDORE IS NOT DEAD IT IS NOT A MISTAKE! Or something. If you ignored that, then humph. ):C

I will not, ever, abandon this story, and you are welcome to review with ideas. I might not be able to include all of them, so be patient please. And I always will be reminded, as it seems that if I abandon this story my angry friends will pester me all day until I update. But come on! Give me a break! There are only two days left of the holidays! *sob sob*

Disclaimer: I do not own in any way these characters.

Memories swirled around Harry's mind as he drifted in unconsciousness. A few particular tense moments took over and he unwillingly relived them.

Malfoy's hands where shaking. Harry could see that he was having a battle between the danger of loosing his family and the guilt of killing Dumbledore. In the background hoarse screams and cries rang out through the halls. Harry could hear many Crucios and killing curses being shouted. He could not hear the familiar voice of his friends. Trembling, he prayed that they where all right. He wanted to leap out at Malfoy and strangle him, and he probably would have done so if it weren't for the Petrificus spell holding him against the wall.

His Headmaster's piercing blue eyes never moved away from Malfoy. The fact that he could very well be killed then and there never seemed to occur to Dumbledore- his eyes, though, had lost their cheerful twinkle. He was in a very vulnerable position. Hunched against the wall of the Astronomy Tower, he waited patiently for his enemy's son to make his choice. Below the trio voices where steadily getting louder, running footsteps coming up the stairs, and tripping hexes being fired in every direction could be heard.

"Come over to the right side, Draco… You are not a killer." Dumbledore said, his voice steady even though he was leaning heavily on the side of the tower.

Harry watched Malfoy Intently to see his reaction. He was flinching from every sound, looking back over his shoulder fearfully at the door. He hesitated for a long moment, before he lowered his wand. Frustrated tears flowed down his face as he looked pleadingly at Dumbledore. At that moment, a badly aimed curse crashed onto the walls around the trapdoor leading up to where they were. The whole tower shook with the force of the spell, before the fighting abruptly stopped, replaced by screams. Stone bricks began to tumble out, the floor beginning to crumble before Dumbledore looked straight at Harry. The spell immediately lifted, and he ran over to his professor.

"What do we do now?" He yelled, panic overtaking the respect and politeness he had been taught to display. He barely registered the Slytherin blonde's shocked expression.

"We need to leave, and quickly. Draco and I must not be seen, though neither can you." He frowned slightly. "We will have to use disillusioning charms."

He muttered a few words and immediately his and Draco's figure matched the surroundings perfectly. If one looked hard enough, a faint shimmer would be all they got to hint that they where still there.

"Come. We have no time to lose." Dumbledore handed a broom to Harry and mounted one himself. "You will have to share with Draco." Nodding even though he knew they wouldn't see, Harry felt Malfoy mounting the broom behind him. He kicked off and flew into the night, drawing his invisibility cloak tighter around himself. Malfoy was tense and gripping the broom handle tightly, not even caring that someone was already steering in front of him.

"No need to worry, Ferret. I've got this all under control!" Harry furiously whispered. The grip on the handle loosened considerably, though Malfoy shot back a remark nonetheless.

"And where are your friends now, Scarhead? Need Dumbledore to protect you without their watchfulness?"

Harry fumed. He knew he had made a few rash decisions, but there was no need to point out the obvious. "Why is it that every time we see each other we have to argue?"

A disbelieving snort was his answer. "Well in case you haven't noticed, Potter, we can't really 'see' each other right now. Have you finally lost your marbles? And I think that your stupidity would be a start as to why we keep getting into fights."

"Boys," Dumbledore cut in warningly. He was getting weaker by the second, Harry knew, but the old wizard was powerful and Harry also knew that it would take a lot more than the potion guarding the horcrux to kill him. Ducking his head in embarrassment (even though nobody could see him do so) he knew that the childish bickering had to stop. Mumbling an apology, he quickly followed the broom that Dumbledore was riding on. They soared into the night sky, the dark mark clearly visible above Hogwarts. Below them black cloaked figures where shooting spells at the pursuing students. Harry recognized the prefects and the Heads chasing after them. With grim satisfaction he witnessed a tall man fall. He hoped it was Snape. Turning his attention back to steering, he, Dumbledore and Malfoy broke through the wards without any interruptions. The moment they got out and the spell was lifted, though, the relief that Harry felt at escaping successfully was overcome by worry . Dumbledore's face was pale, his hand looked worse than ever and it was obvious that he was about to collapse.

"Sir? Should we go to St Mungos?" He questioned, noting anxiously that the disillusioning charms had been dropped rather abruptly as soon as they had landed.

"Yes, my boy… Though I fear I am not strong enough to apparate…" Those where Dumbledore's last words before he fell to the ground in a dead faint. Looking at Malfoy desperately, he asked, "What do we do now? I can't apparate, and neither can you, how do we get to St Mungos?"

The famous Malfoy smirk was once again on Draco's face. "Who said I couldn't apparate?"

Harry stared at him in desbelief. "We're not meant to know how until we are of age!"

"16 years old is almost legal, and nobody taught me, I taught myself!" Malfoy retorted.

"What happened when you splinched?" Harry asked, slightly curious.

"I got my father, went to hospital, and got fixed. What did you think would happen?"

Harry sighed in frustration. "Well, then, for Dumbledore's sake and yours, just get us to the hospital. AND DON'T SPLINCH US!" He added quickly in alarm when Malfoy drew his wand and prepared to go.

With a huff of annoyance, he felt his arm being grabbed roughly and without warning. He barely had enough time to grip his Headmaster firmly before the suffocating sensation of apparating greeted him…

Please read the notes at the end and start of each chapter, they contain information that will help you understand what is going on.

SO! What do you think, guys? I'm sorry this chapter isn't as long, the holidays are ending (in precisely 1 day!) and I haven't done my holiday reading. Yikes. This is just a filler in Harry's past, I have noticed that some people (ahem) have asked how Dumbledore and Bellatrix somehow resurrected. That is not a mistake, and I need them to be alive for this story to work. Thank you Goanna and Ashley C for being such great friends (both in reviewing and in real life) and please know that I have not forgotten your requests, this is, after all, just a little filler.

Bye!

IceMistyWolf