DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any shape or form, own either Harry Potter or Gravitation. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Maki Murakami respectively. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: What if where there was Yuki Eiri, there was instead Harry Potter? Driven from England by his nightmares, he finds sanctuary in Japan and a life of solitude writing novels. Until that fateful day, when he picks up a piece of paper floating towards him…

Italics&bold – dream sequence

Italics – thoughts

Hellooooooooo :D first id like to thank everyone that reviewed, your words r the light that shines in my metaphoric hellhole!! XD anywayz yeh, here's the next chapter hope u enjoy it! Also I realised there isn't much support for my hpfe x-over so writing will stop for that for a while. My hphm will still get a bit of my leftover brain power though actually in fact I wrote a chap for that but when I read over it seemed very angsty... so a rewrite is in progress. On the other hand, the next chap of this fanfic shouldn't be too long (hopefully – pray for time for me to write -.-;; though its doubtful as I have exams coming up…) as ive already got the basic jotted down (had a random spurt of inspiration at 2am last week – several times) for quite a few chaps to come :D so… read and review to get me writing faster!! XD

Chapter 6.

Draco wasn't exactly sure where he was.

Soft, prickly grass caressed his arms and the back of his neck while a faint but familiar scent wafted around him. Blearily, he opened his eyes.

Greens eyes stared down at him unblinkingly.

"Harry?" Draco mummered, rubbing his eyes at he sat up. No, he wasn't seeing things. The little boy standing in front of him was indeed his best friend.

And, his eyes widening, the building behind him was indeed a burning Hogwarts.

"Drake?"

The blonde turned his gaze back to the little boy, watching the older man with slight confusion. Harry tilted his head to the side in question and pointed to his arm, "What's that?"

Draco's gaze this time turned in the direction Harry pointed and gasped in shock. The Dark Mark? But how?! And why?! He would never betray his best friends! "Harry, this is some sort of mistake I swear… Harry?" Draco's panicked voice suddenly laced with confusion as his gaze met empty air, "Harry?!" he cried frantically. Where did he go? Did someone take him?! Were there Death Eaters around and he just hadn't realised?!

"Oh don't worry about that boy," a soft voice soothed from behind him, "He's always getting into trouble, the little troublemaker," the voice said with affection, "He can take care of himself well enough."

Draco spun around with amazement; "…Mum?" was his tentative call.

"Ah, Draco darling, there you are. Come along now, we need to find your father Lucius," Narcissa Malfoy said before turning sharply and started to head back the way she came.

Draco's eyes darkened and he hissed with anger at the mention of his father. It was his fault that he didn't have a mother anymore! It was his fault he had been at odds at first with his now best friends, Harry and Neville. It was his fault that he and Hermione were at odds with each other…

Hermione…

Sorrow filled his heart at the thought of her. Maybe he had acted and spoken too harshly, after all, all she wanted was to be reunited with her former best friend right? Wasn't it in all their interests that Harry and Hermione became friends again…? The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. When his mother had died, at the hands of her own husband no less, he'd sworn an oath. An oath that he would never allow something remotely similar happen again. An oath that he would treat his wife with unconditional love and never let it be said that he had treated her unduly… Had he broken his oath?

"Draco!"

The man in question jumped in surprise.

"Draco! Are you listening to me? I said we need to find your father before it's too late…" Narcissa droned on.

Draco sighed, as much as he hated his father, he could never deny his mother her requests, "Yes, mother," he sighed again, turning in her direction.

Instead he found a mirror.

And staring back at him was…

"NO!" Draco screamed, eyes flashing in horror, "NO! I'm NOT my father! I'm not!"

"Draco, what are you going on about? Of course, you're not your father."

The blonde, relishing the comfort that voice gave him, took a shaky step back before averting his eyes sharply away from the horrid image. Only for them to fall on one far more grotesque.

Blood poured from the eyes, ears and mouth of Narcissa Malfoy. Draco felt like he was going to vomit as he trailed the blood streaming down her body, the pool at the feet of her voluptuous dress growing by the second, "What's wrong darling?" she asked, words slightly muffled by the blood escaping pass her lips.

Draco couldn't make a move, a silent scream caught in his throat, watching in horror as her visage started to morph. Morphing into the image of one Hermione Malfoy, "Don't you want Evan and I to become friends again?" she inquired curiously. His throat unstuck.

Draco screamed.

And Ryuichi reached his breaking point, losing all his restraints and rushed up to pull the blonde into a hug, "Drake! Wake up! It's just a nightmare!" he cried frantically, his heart clenching painfully at the pure agony reflecting in Draco's eyes.

"Ryu?" the shaking blonde rasped, eyes wide as they took in the vast change of surroundings.

"Yeah, it's me Drake. It was all a nightmare…"

"Oh," was the only way he could think of in reply. Of course it was, he thought to himself with grim amusement, should've realised what with Hogwarts still standing. …and mother being alive… He placed his forehead forward into his open palm, shutting his eyes once more, willing away those last haunting images of his mother's …passing that threatened to rear its ugly head once more. But he could never leave his past behind despite always asking Evan to do the same…

"Here," a voice suddenly intoned, making him jump a little. He stared dumbly at the glass of water Ryuichi was offering before taking with a soft thank you. He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realised the other man had left to get him some. Bringing it up to his lips, his gulped the cool liquid down with relish.

Ryuichi's brow furrowed as he watched his friend dry his parched throat, should I ask him now? It's always a good idea to talk to someone about your problems, to get some things off your chest but… what if it just caused him more pain? I don't want to do that, I don't want to drive him away… It's been so long since we've spent some time together… Biting his lip with a small frown, he was certain he could guess what had happened to make Drake so upset anyway… While the blonde always had a sad smile at the mention of his friend Evan, only a fight with Hermione would tear him up like this. That… that… cow!!!

"Who's a cow?" a tired but amused Draco asked him.

"Oh! Um… er… K!" Ryuichi flushed a little in embarrassment, he hadn't meant to say that out aloud, "He said he would only be gone a little while but it's been a couple of hours and he still hasn't come back."

"Is that so?" eyes narrowing slightly, Draco thought he had distinctly asked K to look after Ryuichi as he would his guns. What if the brunette was attacked by lustful fans or rabid reporters? He was going to have a stern talking to the other blonde about this…

"Er… Drake?" Ryuichi tentatively interrupted his thoughts.

Refocusing on the singer, Draco was baffled to find the other chewing on his lip in uncertainty. What happened to that bubbly bright young man he was honoured to call his friend?

"What's wrong Ryu?"

The brunette seemed to perk up a little at the use of the nickname and started with a bit more confidence, "Well, about Hermione…"

Hermione. Draco's eyes widened again, how could he have forgotten so soon? Especially after that warning… "I'm sorry Ryuichi, I've got to go," he said, standing up swiftly, already making his way through the door before Ryuichi had time to react.

"What?" the once-genki singer sat up with slight shock, "Draco? Where are you going? …Draco…?" He hurriedly tried to follow the other man and heard a strange popping noise as he made his way through the living room but all that met him outside was an empty corridor, "Drake…"

"Mione…?"

"Ron!" Hermione's frown quickly turned into an elated smile at the voice of her childhood friend though it dampened as she caught the gloomy look on his face, "Did you visit Harry?"

The red-head sighed, "Yes, but it didn't go too well…" Understatement of the year!

Hermione grimaced as she caught the unspoken words, "Oh don't worry Ron," the bushy-haired woman said, placing a comforting hand on his arm, "I'm sure Harry will see reason eventually. After all we've been through together, he'll one day certainly realise his grudge against us is a bit over the stop."

Ron gave her an incredulous look, which the other missed. His recent visit to Azkaban prison had brought him crashing back into reality concerning his former best friend. Even without the dementors harrowing presence in the background, he felt severely ill at the thought that they, Harry's best friends, had been instrumental in almost sending Harry to the prison when there dementors were still there! A Harry who was completely innocent…

He was very thankful Harry had escaped that fate. Even if he had to thank that ferret for it.

Whatever the case, it still didn't change the fact they had been wrong and now Harry hated them and it was exceptionally doubtful that he would ever forgive them. But nevertheless, he wasn't going to quash Hermione's optimism. He had never gotten over his crush on her and if had just one chance… Damn that blonde ferret! Though, speaking of which…

"So, where's Malfoy?"

Ron watched in slight awe, as Hermione's bad mood returned in an instant, an ugly scowl settling on her face as she gave a disgruntled huff, "Oh, don't get me started on him. The nerve!" And then preceded to glare angrily at something only she could see.

Ron raised his eyebrows in response. Maybe his chance had finally come…? He had been so devastated at her wedding though, for once, he used his brain and had enough sense not to show it. He didn't want to ruin, what was virtually, the happiest day of her life with his past regrets for not acting sooner.

"What's wrong Mione? Do you want me to go beat him up for you?" he said, trying not to sound too eager in wanting to do so.

The brunette still caught his hidden intent though and gave an amused grin before starting in on a tirade about her unreliable and uncooperative husband, taking comfort in the support of her best friend as he settled himself close to her on the couch…

"Taidama!!!" bounded in Shuichi, eager to see Evan again (and if he was lucky, he would bound 'too eagerly' and knock into Evan, causing both of them to fall to the ground… one on top of the other… heeheehee…).

"Oh hello there!"

"Eh?" Shuichi paused, "Who are you? And where's Evan?" he said, looking in confusion at the sandy-haired man standing before him.

"Oh, Evan's gone to get some more food and alcohol since me and another are going to stay here for a couple of days," he answered with a wide grin, "You must be Evan's roommate (here he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively which made the other blush in embarrassment – if only! the singer thought) Shuichi! I'm an old friend of Evan's. The name's Seamus Finnigan!"

Ginevra Weasley scowled.

Escaping the clutches of her family was difficult, finding Harry aka Evan Black aka Japan's most eligible bachelor and renowned novelist should have been without a doubt, the easy part!

But alas, as the old coot would say, it wasn't so. The man had removed himself from the public's grasp, no doubt to hinder the efforts of his more… zealous fans. Disgusting fools… Harry was hers and hers alone! How dare they sully his presence with their revolting 'company'? Disgusting ingrates!

Storming angrily down the footpath, she glared at everyone and everything that was unfortunate enough to catch her eye. She smirked to herself smugly at the flinches she caused.

And then something else caught her eye – blonde hair among a sea of black. Ginny grinned wildly, looked like her luck had changed, "Malfoy!"

The blonde in question froze and then groaned as he recognized that distinct screech. Unfortunately for Draco, it looked like his hadn't.

Solemn looks were etched on both their faces as they marched silently through the building, the shorter of the two leading the way and occasionally nodding in greeting to those he knew as they passed by. No one stopped them though, if not because of their serious expressions promising bad news, but because of whom the shorter of the two was.

Let it not be said that Harry Potter, defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, was not known in Japan.

At least, not when the Japanese defense force was concerned.

"Ah, Potter-san," said the lady at the desk, taking note of their mood like everyone had as they approached her, "We weren't expecting you today."

"Misato-san," Evan greeted, "Is Kisaragi-san in? I'm afraid it's an urgent matter…"

"Kisaragi-sama is actually free at the moment but asked for no visitors today. However," she continued, giving Evan an amused look, "I have a feeling that even if he was in an important meeting that wouldn't stop you from entering. In that case," she said turning to the intercom after Evan gave an amused nod in return, "why don't you go right in."

Giving his companion a glance (rolling his eyes when he got a raised eyebrow), Evan led the other into the office of the head of the Japanese equivalent of the aurors.

"I would say good evening Potter-san and companion however I fear it is not under good circumstances that you have come to me today," Kisaragi said grimly as they entered his office, shaking both men's hands before motioning for them to sit before him, "What can I do to remedy such?"

"Kisaragi-san, unfortunately you are correct in assuming so," said Evan, equally grim-faced, "I believe you have met but heard little of my companion. He is the Britain-Japan Ambassador and what should have been a pleasant visit to Japan is now nothing of the sort as he's heard of some unsettling news regarding those escaped Death Eaters I have mentioned earlier plus some other surprising news…"

"Ow! Malfoy, let go of me this instant! Let go!"

"I'm going to do nothing of the sort! But what I am going to do is hand you over to Hermione so she can call that brother of yours to haul you back to England where you belong!" grumbled the blonde as he struggled to pull the flailing red-head towards his apartment door, "The last thing Evan needs is another psychopathic stalker to add to the thousands he has in this bloody city."

Ginny glared at him in response, "You know where Evan lives don't you? Why don't you let me see him?! Better yet, why don't you reason with him to come back to England, his true home?! And his family!! I bet you're doing all this so everyone suffers and you're just laughing it up aren't you?! Despicable…"

Draco could only grit his teeth in anger as he fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door one handed, grinning slightly at his success as he pulled the youngest Weasley inside.

But he wished he hadn't as he froze in his tracks at the sight before him, smile slipping off his face.

Hermione and Weasley were snogging on the couch.

Hermione and the Weasel were staring up at them in shock.

"Well isn't this interesting?" sneered Ginny, grinning at the look on everyone's faces.

Especially Malfoy's.

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