-comes out with caution-

-sees angry crowd-

-hides again-

Err… sorry I've been gone forever and ever, serious finals and stuff (and I mean -serious- I think I just failed one of my classes -sighs-)

Read notes at the end and ahhnnn that's it!

Thank you forever and ever to bestest greastest most wonderfulest and yeyeyeyest beta of all Hollee, I love you -cries-

JK owns them

--

He woke up startled and feeling unable to breathe, it was as though the sheets had trapped him in their own little cell. He tried fighting against them, but for some reason his limbs felt awfully heavy. He wanted to call out for someone to come and help him, but his numbness prevented him even from doing that.

In his struggles to gain control over his body again, he completely forgot the reason for having woken up like that. He forgot about the uncommon bolt of happiness, which, strong as it was, didn't come from him. He forgot about the plan, the anxiousness, and the joy that clearly showed that the man who he was connected to was very, very pleased.

"Harry!" A voice called and it sounded as though it had been calling him for the longest time.

His eyes finally snapped open and the vision of a blurred red head formed in front of him.

"Mate, you alright?" the boy asked, frowning at him.

The messy haired one frowned too and suddenly found himself in control of his body again.

"…I'm… yeah, I just… had a weird… dream." He answered uncertainly, he actually remembered nothing, he just guessed that's what had happened since he was feeling like he always did when waking up from a nightmare. Voldemort-induced nightmares, mind you.

"You were tossing around you know, I thought it could be… something" the red-head trailed off. He had become very comprehensive of his best friend's dreams, after one of them had saved his father's life.

Harry just shook his head, however puzzled he really was. "I'm fine, don't worry." he assured. He was, actually, scared since he had no idea what he had seen and it might have been something important.

"Alright... well, anyway, I came cause you were looking like you were gonna sleep in and I'm not sure you remember that we have DA today." he said matter-of-factly, then frowned. "Why are you sleeping anyway? It's still five, never knew you took afternoon naps." he said sort of teasingly.

Harry just shook his head.

"I don't know… I just suddenly got tired, so I left Hogsmeade, it wasn't much fun without you guys anyway. But never mind that, what did you do?" he asked, not wanting to sound as disturbed as he felt.

"Err… how about we leave the details for after DA, some weird things happened." Ron said shrugging.

The messy haired teen looked amused, imagining what sort of chaos his best mate could have cooked up during his first date.

He put his sleepiness aside, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to anyway, and settled for putting back the shirt he had worn to Hogsmeade - he was still half-dressed - before he regretted getting out of bed.

The odd feeling that he was forgetting something of utter importance would follow him throughout the entire day and would only settle in a dream would have that night.

--

The constant turbulence of the carriage did nothing to help his upset stomach and all Draco Malfoy could do was stare out his window trying to ignore the whole ride. 'We can't floo there' his father had said, then made up - or so the angry Draco though it was so - an excuse, something about wards and whatnot. That translated, in the end, into them having to actually take a carriage to go all the way to the damned manor their master was hiding in.

His father talked business with another man who was joining them, their conversation only partially ignored by the blonde boy - he occasionally tuned in upon hearing something he judged worthy. But mostly, Draco just drifted off into the personal world of his thoughts.

It was the only good thing about not apparating or flooing, this sort of transportation granted him time. Sure, he could have used the precious moment for resting a bit more - Merlin knew he needed it - or even ponder on what he was about to do - like he had done before the first 'test'- but no, the only thing Draco could do was… think about his father.

He was thinking not only of the man, but all the subjects that involved him, including his upcoming visit with the Dark Lord.

Could one trust, or follow a man, who would hurt friend and foe alike? He'd heard his father, and even his friends, talk about how Voldemort tended to be very merciless towards failures, or even how the man could become bored sometimes and just…

The teenager sighed; it was as though, even if he had been waiting for this moment all his life, too many doubts were arising in his head. Enough to make the solid, blind trust and loyalty he had had towards Voldemort waver a bit.

"… -eriously think he'll take it?"

Draco tuned in his father's conversation with the man again, and Lucius seemed to notice since he looked at him before turning to the man and answering "We'll just see".

--

He walked up and down with more force than needed before he finally stopped, facing the window, and clenched his hands in rage.

How could one fail to tell him that his dammed Godson had been escorted out of school by his father? How could one not see the chaos that was up ahead? And how come Dumbledore was completely unreachable at a moment like this?!

He shook his head, not knowing what he could do but answer the call. The Dark Lord was summoning him and he could do nothing but go straight away, before the Dark Mark tore his arm out with the pain of ignoring one of Voldemort's orders.

Draco was off with Lucius and now he was being called, Snape wasn't even in the least dim-witted, he knew what was going to take place that evening. He should have sensed it! He should have seen it coming! He wondered if the missing Headmaster knew anything…

But until he was told otherwise, yes, this was an unforeseen move on the part of his Lord. He knew the day in which Lucius give his son to serve as pawn would come, he just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

And it messed with his head in a way that made him confused, he had to think like the Dark Lord, get inside his mind… why would his master do this right now? What was he planning? Why Draco? No, why someone inside the castle besides him? Why now?

The Potions Master hated not understanding something, not being able to plan ahead and so he felt that overwhelming frustration again.

"… get to that place" he mumbled under his breath with such venom one would think he was addressing the ghost of one James Potter. He grabbed his outer robe and threw it on before another moment passed, he wanted his answers… and standing here would do nothing to help him.

--

"So… what's that…err… " He began, in the same innocent tone he always used, before being harshly interrupted.

"Argh! Would it kill you, Ronald, to actually read the chapter before trying to write a paper about it?" Hermione asked dropping her quill down and looking at him sternly "Asiatic Anti-Venom, it's a big red book right next to you!" she said matter-of-factly.

The red-head just stared at her blinking, "Blimey, 'Mione, what's gotten into you?" he asked in a very low voice, as though afraid of having his girlfriend explode at him once more.

She sighed and shook her head, closing the book that she had in hands. "Nothing, I'm tired is all." She answered in a much calmer voice "… I think I'll go up to the dorm."

Ron frowned, the bushy haired witch must be really tired to actually abandon him, err… homework, like that. "Well, ok I'll… I mean, we'll… ahm… see you tomorrow then." He said, tripping over his words, though really wanting to grab her hand before she left and steal a goodnight kiss.

She made a non committed noise and turned to her other friend "'Night , Harry."

"Night." He answered back smiling, grinning actually, he apparently found something funny.

Then she was up by the unreachable door before either could say something else. Leaving a, still confused, Ron and an amused Harry behind.

"Did I do something?" the freckled-boy asked at once, turning to his best mate.

The Boy-Who-Lived chuckled, sometimes the red-head could be really clueless, the poor thing.

"See, I'm just… wild-guessing here, mate, but it might have had something to do with that Lavender-thing at Hogsmeade, for which you still haven't apologized." He offered, trying not to sound too amused by the whole thing. But he couldn't help it if Ron was just... Ron when it came to these things.

"What? She got mad over that?" he asked, as though it was unbelievable.

"Ron, she nearly threw her goblet at you." Harry answered, arching his eyebrow.

"…I thought she was joking" he said in a low voice. "But, seriously mate, I didn't do anything."

"Lavender asked you to go with her the next Hogsmeade weekend" the messy haired pointed out matter-of-factly

"Well, so what?"

"You said 'maybe'!"

"…well, I… I mean, what else could I've said? She was staring at me, and Parvati was all… giggling." Ron said defensively as they climbed the stairs to their room, girls' minds freaked him out.

"That's girls for you, mate, they just look at you with those weird expressions and suddenly you forget what you were going to say and just turn into a mess that will nod to everything." Harry agreed.

"See! Why can't she just see it that way?" he mumbled, as they reached their beds, passing by the other occupied ones.

"Forget about it." Harry advised, changing into his pajamas and throwing himself over his mattress. "Hopefully she will forget it by tomorrow." He reckoned, shrugging as he threw the covers over himself.

"Yeah…" came the quiet reply, Ron must be half sleeping already.

He muttered a ''Night' before letting himself slip way. It had been a very tiresome day, what with going to Hogsmeade and avoiding some girls, coming back feeling exhausted like he hadn't in a long time, his brief afternoon's nap not doing much to help him and to top it all he still had to teach DA and study after that! He wanted to pass out and stay that way till Monday morning!

He got comfortable and sighed, feeling as his consciousness faded away…

That's when it started.

The feeling was pretty much like what he had felt earlier that day. It was like a far away memory was being offered for him to see, like he was witnessing something from afar and he knew it was something important, something he should remember, but at the same time he couldn't even get near the scene.

It was dark around him, he could see there were other figures near him but they were so blurred he could barely make out that they were human. He heard harsh words being spoken, he could half-understand what they were saying, only if that other voice would stop screaming…

Someone was hurting was all he could tell, something was happening to them… it wasn't like torture he was so use to witnessing through Voldemort's eyes.

The person stood in the center, though Harry couldn't see well he could tell everyone's attention was at said person. And though the young man was clearly in pain he didn't look as though he was trying to get away, he just stood there and took it.

It was like most visions he had, it felt different then a nightmare, then anything else, because at that moment he was feeling his enemy's emotions as though they were his. He was filled with excitement because of what he was doing. He, at the same time, wanted the boy in front of him to fail - in what, he didn't know - and wanted him to succeed. Having that person at his mercy was so thrilling that it just made him want to push him to his limit till he couldn't take it anymore.

In and out, Harry's true conscience fought to keep him sane as he watched what was happening, as he became a part of what seemed like a sacrifice ceremony. He was witnessing a true acceptance of pain, a willingness to be at one's mercy he couldn't understand… he had never allowed himself to depend on another person. Sometimes he wondered if there was not another mind like his, a mind that refused to be tamed, that would not follow after anyone like his followers did to him. Of course such a person existed; he remembered immediately, it was the only one he feared.

His victim got the worse end of his recollection of Hogwarts' headmaster. He'd make his followers hurt as they had never hurt before; he wanted to make the weak ones vanish. He wanted to purge his faction of the useless and just stay with the select few who were worthy of fighting for his cause, all others were expendable. He had thought for a moment this one would be one of the pawns, but his image of the boy was slowly morphing into that of a knight, a piece he could come to rely on.

Harry's conscience once again fought and he began to thrash around much like he had done in the afternoon, as though trying to find his way back to his body. He shook his head from one side to the other as if that could help him fight the alien feelings that made their way to his heart.

His eyes opened harshly and he was once again in his dorm staring at the closed curtains of his four-poster bed. He tried to even out his breathing, not wanting to yet again wake his mates in the middle of the night because of his dreams.

The image he had of what he'd just seen didn't fade away as the one from earlier, the moment he had just witnessed still lingered in his mind. He knew there was a logic to what he had seen, but now that he was awake things just didn't make as much sense as before. It was a gathering, yeah, but he had seen many before, and he had known what this one was for…but now he didn't. All that made sense was the person's suffering, the people and of course the casting of a Dark Mark right before he woke up.

He was intrigued by that actually, the Dark Mark would mean someone had died, but he didn't remember it like that, he knew there was something particular on this one, maybe it was the fact that he didn't see it hovering in the air… or the fact that it was jet black instead of the blurred foggy green.

Passing a hand through his sweaty face, Harry sighed and shook his head and tried to get back to sleep. Only, no matter how much he closed his eyes and stayed still and cleared his mind of thoughts, he wouldn't be able to sleep again that night.

--

A.N:

So, notes about this chapter… I was saying this to Hollee: this chapter was childbirth to me, seriously! But it's another fic idea's problem and such, hopefully I'll sort that out soon (meaning you'll get something knew -and, mind you, unusual- from me). It was awful to write and I'm not pleased with it at -all- -sighs-. Anyway, hopefully it's readable.

Answer to Reviews:

Moony73: I'm so glad you like him, I wanna make him seem very powerful and set on what he's doing, My Draco is just too strong/determined I love him :D oo You'd take the cruciatus? I'd run away hahahahha but of course, Draco knew Lucius would kill him sooner or later for walking out lol so yeah he thought ahead :P
I have to say it'll be a long road's walk till they finally get together, I'm not about to throw them into a cupboard with sudden realization of their undying love for each other -laughs- I've seen people do this heheheheh :P
Oh my life is finally coming to a calm season, I have only one test now yeyeye :D Oh I'm so glad to hear that -grins stupidly- And yeah I agree, reviews should all be like this hohohoho -kisses- Thank you!!

Illyra: I can just imagine Sirius doing that heheh

I think Draco is very "yeyye I wanna be a death eater! I wanna be a death eater" hehehhehe I think I'm glad if creeps you out LOL I love being evil hehehhe :) Thanks!

Nenifer121: Yey :D I like Ron/Mione, they're just so cute! Yes, I'm evil and yes, Draco will be getting hell from now on, the poor thing. I thought it would have sounded like Harry's not interested in girls!! I'm not sure hehehe, I'll probably won't make them gay -ponders- just maybe :D Thank you!

The following answer is to a review of The Guardian, hopefully charlotte will read it :P

charlotte: I completely understand your point, that was something I spent a lot of time pondering over. I think that, no matter how much Sirius or Remus wanted to keep the memory of James and Lily alive and make their son remember them, from the very start, Remus and Harry's relationship was that of a father/son and so I think it was inevitable that they would both feel that way. Harry would, of course, see Remus as his father since he's a child and to him it wouldn't matter where his parents came from: a kid considers the people who raise them their parents, no matter who they really are. It's like being adopted, if suddenly you found your biological parents you wouldn't suddenly drop the ones who raised you to be with them, to you, those people are strangers. My Harry, who grew up with a family, ... i think he respects the memory of James and Lily, but to him, his parents are Sirius and Remus and he wouldn't change that even if he had the chance. Hahahah it's ok to be adverse to this idea hehehe, some people just think that they should have raised Harry saying "You have parents, we're not them, we're their friends who are raising you because we love you" and end of story. I think cannon Sirius and Remus would probably be that way, but mine... heheh they got a bit carried away and ended up wanting Harry to be theirs for real, without even noticing hehehe :P OH and, yes, you are SO right about the fluff thing. I ALWAYS get carried away with fluff (and angst too!) god, what is wrong with me?! Ok, this answer is enormous LOL (and I don't even know if you'll actually get to read this hehe) Thank you for reviewing :)

Now, see people, I'm on vacation officially, since my last test was today… so I will be writing much more, but ONLY if you review!! I need to know people are reading it…otherwise…I'll just forget all about it u.u That said, review!!