A/N: I have no time to explain why it has been 20,000 yrs since my last update, all I can mainly say is, I went away, I'm in college and fic writing took a VERY far backseat in my life. I can hardly believe I still get reviews since it's been so long and to be dead honest because of that I decided to find it in me to keep going. So thank the people who kept reviewing for me continuing with this fic lol!!!

Disclaimer: Since I have been away for so long, Draco shall now perform the sexy dance for all of you!!!!…once I see where he ran off too…dammit!

Credits: J.K Rowling, for the 16th freakin time!

Thanks too: WAY TOO MANY!!!! I CAN'T DO IT THIS CHAPTER!!!! Next chapter I'll do my 'thank you' again.

Chapter 16: Inner Demons

Dumbledore was in his office watching the sleeping students outside from his window; they were protected by a force field to shield them from any danger or weather. Professor McGonagall came strolling in…

"How are they?" she asked looking towards the window.

"As to be expected…still sleeping."

She sighed tiredly, "What are they doing in that dream world they were sent to?"

"Right now Minerva they should be starting their tests."

McGonagall raised a brow, "Care to explain?"

Harry found himself in front of his old house, it was dark outside and he could see the lights on inside.

"My…old house?" Harry whispered in amazement.

He suddenly heard the sound of something breaking, followed buy the scream of a woman. Harry's heart began to race and he immediately reacted and ran towards the front door.

Dumbledore: Each one of those students will be going through tests based upon things they need to face head on, overcome their demons…

Hermione and Draco began walking side by side as dusk had fallen upon them. Suddenly a large fire emerged from the center of a clearing a few feet from them.

"What is that?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I don't know, I doubt anything good," Draco replied gazing at the self-burning fire.

Dumbledore: The students need to overcome anything they feel is holding them back in the real world. If what is holding them back is themselves, they must learn to let themselves follow their instincts, their feelings, their desires…for that is where their true power lies…if that is their weakness that will be their test.

Lavender found herself by a cliff over looking an ocean, in front of her by the edge was a black velvet sheet for her to sit upon; as she sat down, four small self burning flames surrounded her.

"What's going on?" she said afraid to even move.

"Concentrate Lavender…feel the elements around you, feel their power, seek their timeless wisdom…embrace it without fear and let yourself become who you are destined to be," came a voice in the wind.

Lavender looked around to find no one, "I don't understand…please, what do you mean?"

"Channel your power, take in the power around you. Use the elements, take what they offer you, learn what they can teach you," replied the gentle voice in the wind.

"How do I do that?" Lavender asked.

"Close your eyes and concentrate."

Lavender closed her eyes.

Dumbledore: Unlocking their true potential, finding within themselves powers they never knew they possessed, powers that will help them be great. They must learn to believe in themselves and what they are capable of; there is no room or time left for doubt…everything must be clear and exposed to them.

Harry opened the door and saw green flashing lights coming from upstairs, "James, the baby!!!!!" he heard a woman cry out, "James no!!!"

Harry reached the top of the stairs and when he came to the first door he saw a figure cloaked in black with a black mask on and hood. Harry also saw a red haired, green-eyed woman holding a small baby with black hair and green eyes. Harry was looking at himself the night Voldemort killed his family.

"It can't be," said Harry.

Dumbledore: Whatever test they need to pass, once they have finished they will one by one awaken, with whatever new power and knowledge they gained with them.

Draco and Hermione gazed at the flames almost as if hypnotized suddenly gold dust sprang up from the flies and danced in the air surrounding the two of them.

"What sort of magic is this?" Hermione asked bewildered.

"Not the sort I meddle with," Draco replied trying to avoid contact with the gold dust.

Suddenly some of the dust turned black and fell upon Draco, the remaining dust turned silver and fell on Hermione. The two of them fell to the floor; within a short while Draco began to stir and when he opened his eyes they were black. Hermione stirred and slowly awoke; she turned over to see Draco, "Malfoy?…what's wrong with your eyes?"

Suddenly a low beastly growl came out of Draco's mouth and when doing that he flashed a new pair of canine fangs at her.

Draco felt like he had lost his humanity, he felt as if he had none. All he had it seemed was an evil demon and he could feel the hate that demon felt towards Hermione.

Hermione felt a new overwhelming compassion, as if she couldn't do any wrong as if she didn't need magic to solve anything or to hurt anyone. She didn't feel in complete control of her body, she felt like something else was inside her, some spirit of love or good.

Kill the girl; she represents everything we hate.

What does killing her get me?

It gets you power; she's a strong force of good. Mmm can't you just taste her? Rip her apart! destroy her! She'll destroy you if you don't act now!

Yes…wait…no…urg…!

You are EVIL! Evil courses through your veins, it is in your heart, it is in your soul and thanks to me…its completely dominating your mind and senses. You cannot fight me away, embrace who and what you are.

What am I?

You are pure evil, a powerful being who will do great things for the dark side of our world. The magical world will fear you! You will reign over all! Voldemort will cower before you and shall fear your name like everyone else! The powers of darkness shall be your scepter and the powers of good shall be your slaves and you will kill all who dare defy you! Kill all who can stop you from being great! Kill the girl!

…I…

WHY DO YOU HESITATE YOU FOOL!

Hermione gazed as she saw Draco with his onyx eyes looking at her with rage and evil, his growls grew louder and more deadly…she saw him talk back to a voice it seemed only Draco could hear.

Hermione help him.

Who are you?

I'm apart of you now. You must help him. Evil corrupts him. You must save him, lead him away from the path he is being forced to follow.

I know the path he is supposed to follow…why help him? I should just kill him.

No! That is not your way Hermione! I know you do not have the heart to kill him. You do not wish to kill him, do you?

He looks ready to kill me.

He's trying to kill you, but he's also trying to stop himself for the time being.

Stop himself?

He doesn't know what he wants. But I know you know what you want, you want to help him if you can. It is in your power to help him, reach out to him. You do not need magic to stop him.

Draco looked like he was having a war within himself…

Kill the girl!!! DO IT! DO IT NOW!

I do what I please! Not what others tell me!

If you listen to me, you won't ever have to do what daddy says ever again! You will follow no one, be your own king!

Suddenly everything was silent, that struck a nerve and Draco growled and gazed intently at Hermione.

Yes Draco…do it!

I follow no one!

Draco slowly started walking towards Hermione like a panther towards its prey, slowly and with cunning.

Kill her, hurry and kill her!

Harry watched in horror at the scene of his life that gave him infamy, Voldemort turned slowly to face Harry, "Choose wisely Harry…the life of your mother and your infant self, or try to be the brave hero and go after me in which you'll fail and ultimately perish along with your mother."

"I…will kill you," Harry said darkly.

Voldemort laughed venomously, "Stop making me laugh. You can't do so much as lay a scratch on me boy. Now, do realize, try and kill me and you kill your mother and the baby."

"I don't die," Harry said gripping his wand tighter.

"Oh but anything goes here Harry, what happened in the past of the real world means nothing here…you can very easily die here."

Harry didn't understand; why would Dumbledore put him in such danger without any clue or warning? Harry couldn't believe that he was facing the past he had never remembered, the night of legend, the night he was orphaned. He gazed at his mother in terrible fear; she gazed at Harry pleadingly, as if she knew he could help her somehow.

"What's it to be then Harry?" Voldemort asked, seeming to enjoy every minute of the situation.

Draco was now dangerously close to Hermione.

Hermione gazed at him as his naked chest glowed tan like from the light of the flames, his black eyes burned with a dark passion, concealing what he was thinking.

Tasty little thing…if she was on our side I'd say take her for your queen, she'd be lovely to have for yourself every night.

Draco froze; suddenly he had flashbacks from the first night school started this year, when he and Hermione shared a bed for the first time. He then had memories from when they taught sex ed. Together; another memory came to him from when he beat up Zabini for her. Draco put a hand to his head as if the memories were hurting him. He then remembered the night of the ball and when he danced with Hermione and the last memory he had was when they were in each other's arms that same night when Hermione forgot to put the wall up.

Her…in my arms.

No, Draco do not listen to your emotions they will lead you astray! Listen to me! Follow what I say!

The demon in hold of Draco began inflicting the Cruciatus Curse on Draco and he screamed in pain, Hermione was allowed nothing but to watch despite how badly she wanted to run to him.

Watch Hermione, my compassion must wait.

"Get out of me!" Draco shouted in pain.

Kill her and I end it Draco, go on and do it! Follow what I say!

Again Draco remembered the feeling of holding Hermione in his arms that night and for some reason it kept blocking out the pain the demon tried to inflict upon him. He glared up at Hermione and slowly got up to his feet…

"I follow no one demon."

Draco walked in front of Hermione and as he looked at her his memories of holding her became more real and more intense and he felt he had to have her to satisfy all of him otherwise he'd lose himself.

Hermione looked up at Draco, Help him Hermione.

McGonagall: I have faith they shall do the right thing.

Hermione raised her had gently against Draco's cheek and caressed it softly, Draco closed his eyes and took her hand and with a low and dark voice that was straining to be in control he said, "Your mine now."

He then grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard against him and their lips met immediately as their tongues began to play with a passion beyond either of their control and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

I hope the next chapter comes sooner then this one did! Keep the comments/reviews coming! Thank you!