A.N: So, I decided to make up for the long wait by giving you two chapters!!! Hope ya like ^_~

"talking"

'thinking'

time change, character change

observations

The War of Lemuria and the Prince of Avalon

Chp 6-Dreams Tell All

(Vernon's POV!?)

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"Did you do it?" A voice hissed in black dreams full of roaring icy winds.

"I...I di..did..." The thick man stuttered, clutching his arms to his chest in an effort to keep warm.

"You made sssssure the glasssss cut him all over?" The voice asked again.

"Yes... The boy is covered with cuts as you asked. Please... don't hurt me!..." The man cried out in terror.

"Hurt you?" A dark figure emerged in the blackness, only visible because it had a slight red glow to it, and it's snake like eyes shone in the darkness. The figure tilted its head in question.

"I will reward you. You have done the work of Lord Voldemort, even as a muggle. I will allow you to live..." the voice drawled. "Crucio!"

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Vernon jerked in his sleep, screaming as he awoke shivering in his bed.

'What a horrible nightmare...' He got out of bed only to have his legs crumple beneath him like so much useless jelly. 'Why do I feel so weak? And hurt? It was only a dream... I bet it's that bloody boy's fault! Him and that.. that... MAN!!...But I did as the dream wanted...it was a good idea really, it's not like I believe in dream voices... it was just a good way to torture the disrespectful snot... It's not like there was anything tied to the glass... after all... it was only a dream...' Vernon thought as he made his way to the bathroom.

(Draco's POV)

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The moon shone through the billowing curtains, and he sensed a presence there. But the presence left, a single whispered line carried to him on the breeze.

'I may be leaving now, but I will return young master, prince of ice. And when I do, you'd better be ready.'

The window closed, and darkness unlike any other seeped into the room. There was a shadow hidden among shadows and it was visible, if only because it was darker than the shadows in which it hid. The shadow stepped forth, and spoke in a low hiss.

"I will arrive ssssoon. You had better be ready by then child, or you will not sssurvive thissss encounter!" It hissed, fading away through the same window as the other presence.

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Draco sat up in bed with a jolt, remembering Voldemort's voice. The sunrise was about three hours off, so he had time to prepare a little. If you had a dream of the Dark Lord, it was usually true. Draco threw some cloths and boots on, and was about to race downstairs for some energy potions when his bedroom door opened, ever so slowly.

"Draco? What are you doing up?"

"Father? Oh...I am preparing."

"This early? We won't start training until noon..." Lucius said, eying Draco wearily.

"I know. But the Dark Lord will be here at sunrise."

"What do you mean? I did not ask for his help in training you." He looked genuinely curious.

"I had a dream. He entered my room and told me to be ready, or I might not survive this encounter. And I intend to."

"Then I must prepare the house! You should feel honored, my son."

"Honored? Father, he's here to punish me. Not reward me. Though I am not sure what I have done to offend him..."

"Perhaps you had thoughts of being disloyal?" Lucius's eyes hardened as he glared at his one and only son.

"No. But someone else was here before him... Someone that was so light they seemed made of crystal. And they called me prince of Ice... But when they left the Dark Lord arrived. I think perhaps the other angered him."

"That is a possibility...Prince of Ice you say? Well, I haven't heard that term in years. I believe it refers to the ruler of the ice elementals, who are among the Forgotten Ones. I can't be sure though, because all records of them were lost millennia ago. That's why we call them the Forgotten Ones. There are many different races among them, and very few with their blood have surfaced over the last few centuries. My Lord may be displeased at that. For then even he would not have much knowledge of your abilities, if you are of the ice elementals, which is possible my son, then he could not read your emotions, and therefore would have no knowledge of your actions. It is best to be careful, and do not bury your emotions too deep when he is near. He is an empath, he reads into others emotions easily. And if he could not read into yours... he would not trust you." Lucius warned.

"Why would he not trust me? I am a Malfoy after all. And wouldn't that just give me a power in which to aid him, and fool Dumbledore?"

"Yes, but perhaps you could aid Dumbledore and betray him. He would be unable to know if your hatred was truly directed at the old man."

"So he is coming to test me then, to see if I truly am this 'Prince of Ice' and to see if I am a danger to him." It was not a question.

"I shall leave you to prepare Draco. Remember what I said yesterday. I meant it. And make sure that Blaise leaves. You do not want to endanger him as well."

"Yes father." Draco replied as Lucius left the room.

Draco walked over to his sleeping companion, who had brought him little warmth last night. 'I'm sorry Blaise...even if I would never say it out loud. Sorry that I could not love you back. But if what father says is true, there is nothing that can be done. Stay safe.'

He shook the other boy, face portraying none of the thoughts that ran through his head.

"Blaise! Wake up you idiot!"

"Huh? What is it Drake?"

"Don't call me that! And you have to leave, now. And don't come back." Draco replied, already packing Blaise's things.

"Why!?" He asked, fully awake now.

"The Dark Lord is coming. I just found out that I am something I should not be, and he doesn't like it. You have to go before he gets here."

"But I'll help you!" Blaise cried out.

"Not this time Blaise. We both knew it would end, and now it will. You're my friend. The only one I have. And if you do not go, I will hex you and send you off on your broom!"

"Yes Draco." He whispered, as he went to the window. He turned back one last time, with tears in his eyes.

"Goodbye..." He allowed the wind to carry his whisper to Draco's ears as he flew away, and Draco scrambled to get ready.

-(3 hrs later)-

Draco stood in the manor's large living room, wand at his side and wearing black robes with silver lacing. He would not attack the Dark Lord, heavens no. But he would do as he was told and be ready to defend himself for his life. Then the Dark Lord entered.

"Luciusss." He nodded at the presence of his bowing death eater.

Then he continued on, and walked right up to Draco, who was now also on his knees.

'I HATE this! I'm reduced to a sniveling dog! But I mustn't show that...I must be pleased. I am grateful that I'm not yet dead... I will focus on that."

"Sssstand." Draco stood.

"Who wasss the man in your room lassst night?"

"I do not know my lord. I had thought it a mere dream." Draco said with his head down. At which point icy fingers gripped his chin and lifted his face. The Dark Lord pointed his wand at Draco.

"Crucio!" Draco fell to the floor, writhing, but refusing to scream. When he let up the curse Draco crawled to his knees, panting for breath and trying to ignore the agony that still resided in his aching body.

"It wasss no more a dream than the warning I sssent you. Why did he call you the prinsss of icesss?"

"I do not know my Lord. I have been training to hide my emotions from my enemies as a proper Malfoy would. Perhaps it has something to do with that?"

"Perhapssss... Look in my eyesss child!" he demanded. And Draco obeyed, rising to his feet shakily and hoping to hide his hatred, but allowing some of his fear to shine through.

"You are afraid."

"You wield a great power my Lord, and I do not wish to displease you." He said, still looking into the eyes of the devil. But Draco did not know that by now, most had backed down, and been punished for looking away without permission.

"Why do you not look away?" He hissed dangerously.

"I was not granted permission my Lord." Draco paled, his knees visibly shaking at the thought of another Cruciatius curse.

"And you are truly free of guilt then. You do not know. You would be unable to look me in the eye for so long if you were lying. Even some of my most trusted death eaters have some small form of guilt that will not allow them to look me in the eyes for too long. You may look away."

"Yes sir." Draco replied, slowly lowering his eyes to his feet.

"I will be glad to mark you on your eighteenth birthday young Draco. Be proud." And with that the Dark Lord left the Manor.

Draco collapsed to his knees, then fell flat on his stomach as all the energy he'd had left him.

"Draco!" Lucius allowed his wife to run to their son, pulling him into her lap and giving him a potion Severus had developed to fight the affects of the dark curse. After that the boy was taken to bed where he could rest and heal.

(Harry's Pov)

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He was running through the grass, silently following a strange creature. He followed it to Draco's room, not seeing inside, or even recognizing where he was. All he saw was the crystal man before him. And the man was so concentrated that he didn't even notice Harry's presence. Yet after he left, Harry stayed, watching as Voldemort approached. He stayed, and three hours later heard the screams of someone from below. HE was still unable to tell where he was, or even who he was. All he knew was that Voldemort was torturing someone, and it sent a searing pain through his forehead. He followed Voldemort, who was also unaware of his presence. Then he slipped off, searching for what he did not know. He came across the path of a big black dog, and for some reason his heart clenched in pain. Yet he did not know why. The dog looked at him sadly, and continued on its way. Harry did the same.

'What's going on? I should not be here... I should be somewhere else. I know it. Who am I? Where am I? Will someone please, help me!' He was getting desperate enough to cry now, but then he heard a soothing voice.

'There there Harry dear, calm down my sweet.'

'Harry?' He tilted his head a little at the voice in his mind.

'It is your name. You are Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world.'

'Who are you?'

'Me? I am Lily Potter, your mother.'

'Why can't I see you? Where am I?'

'You cannot see me because I am dead. I am above you my son. But you will not see me yet. And you are here. In Cymepk, the land of twilight; between day and night, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Cymepk is primarily ruled by the powers of the moon.'

'Why am I here? Am I not alive?'

'Not quite. Yet you aren't dead either. Think Harry, do you remember what happened?'

He thought hard, and suddenly images of Vernon's face, and his bleeding wrists entered his mind. He gasped.

'I do! I was dying, and so decided to die by my own hand, rather than his!'

'Oh Harry! Would that it were true! But you were going to anyway...weren't you.'

'I'm sorry mum. I didn't want to hurt anyone... but I can't do it! I cannot do it all alone!' He cried out.

'My son, my darling boy! You are not alone! Your father and I watch over you always, as does Sirius. Like you, he is caught between life and death.' She said sadly.

'Sirius! I saw him! I must go find him!'

'NO! Harry, you must find your way back. You are not meant to be here. If you are here, you must find your way back on your own. But do not give up. I love you, and I have faith in you my son.'

'What about the others that I saw? Voldemort, and the strange man?'

'Voldemort is also stuck here. While he is in his body, a part of his soul will always reflect his actions here, for he has died many times over. He will never be free of this place. But you can. And the other man is of the race of elementals. His people are always here too, but they are Gods or Goddesses that have willingly lowered themselves to Earth, or Humans that have risen high enough to be granted the position of guardian to Cymepk's lunar powers.'

'Is that why he was white and silver?'

'Yes, but there is no time. You MUST go back now. Voldemort comes here when he rests at night, and if he sees you, you will never go back!'

'I don't want to go back.'

Just then a silver stag bound up, and changed into James Potter.

"Harry," He sighed, "Your mother is right. You cannot stay here. There are those that will miss you, you know."

"Like who?"

"Remus, Ron, Hermione. Unlike Dumbledore, they do not care if you save them or not. If you fail to destroy Voldemort, they will remain by your side, as your mother and I will always watch over you. And I know your secret Harry, I am proud of you."

Harry smiled up at his glowing father.

"I learned from you. All I did was watch, over and over in my mind. And I taught myself. I had to get away from the Dursleys sometimes."

James just laughed.

"I remember when I was your age..."

'James! He must go! Voldemort is coming!'

"I'm not going! I'd rather stay here with you! I don't want to go back!"

'You must!' Lily screeched in terror now. Just then a dark shadow came, and James Potter disappeared.

Harry felt a huge pain in his scar, bigger than ever before. And with that he saw a dove and it fluttered its wings at him, startling him. He screamed in anger and rage as he saw himself falling through the dark clouds, trying to catch hold of Voldemort as he fell.

The Dark Lord looked surprised at this action, and caught the falling boy, yanking him to his feet.

"Harry Potter? Why was I not aware that you were here?" He asked, wondering which death eater he was to slowly torture. Only he had the right to Potter's life.

"I came here of my own free will." He looked defiantly into Voldemort's gaze.

"I know you've been torturing someone today. I watched. But now you have me. So you have two options." Harry said, his body surrounded by a fierce silver glow.

Voldemort glowed and lifted the boy, ignoring the horrified cries of his dead parents.

"Do not presume to tell me what to do. I will kill you now!"

Harry just tilted his head back, revealing his throat while still keeping eye contact with Voldemort.

"Your first option," He began, eyes flashing furiously ice green, in a way that resembled Voldemort's own, and silver flaring into a light so bright, it hurt the dark one's eyes.

"Is to kill me. The second is to keep me trapped here. Choose now, or I will choose for you."

It was then that Voldemort realized his captive was not afraid of death. He laughed madly.

"Harry Potter! You dare to defy me? I will do neither as of yet, but your punishment is to return to life!" He cackled madly as he hurled the boy down into his aching body.

So what'd you guys think? I wanted to make this longer, but this seemed like the perfect place to end it. Please review and let me know what you think?