Omg I'm so stupid! I actually submitted the chapter without putting anything in it LOL :PP please ignore it hahaha

Thanks to Hollee once again! And sorry about the delay! But chapter 12 is coming along already! I've half written it ;)

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He entered quietly, his gentle pacing making no noise whatsoever. The room was really dark, but he knew it like the palm of his hand and so it was easy to move around.

He avoided the kitchen's chair, having entered through the back door, and continued his way towards the stairs.

It seemed like he had spent forever away from this place, when in reality it had been a mere week. And even the wards that had let him through seemed familiar around him.

He couldn't keep the silly smile off his face as he started heading up the stairs. It was a fact that he wasn't bearing good news, but the happiness of being 'home' was enough to keep those unpleasant thoughts off his mind – for the moment anyway.

He finally reached the door he had been anxious to see for the whole week and gently turned the knob, hearing the familiar creaking sound of it, and the sight that greeted him first was that of a wand pointed towards his chest.

One would think he'd be alarmed to say the least, but all he could do was smile even more as he recognized at once not just the wand, but the man holding it.

"Remus!" The man exclaimed, surprised, upon looking him in the eyes, his wand was lowered immediately.

"I'm back." Was all he managed to say, as his lover's arms came around him and his heart burst with joy at the contact.

"Oh, I missed you." The man repeated again and again, inhaling deeply the wonderful scent of his werewolf and running his fingers through the honey locks.

He only softened the embrace enough so he could bring their lips together, as though he needed it to convince himself that the lycanthrope was really there.

"I can't believe you're back." He murmured, their lips barely apart.

Remus lifted his arms and wrapped around the black haired man's neck.

"I am back, love." He assured, smiling as though he thought that Sirius' fear was amusing.

They didn't talk for a few minutes, as if the physical distance had to be settled first and foremost. And only when they judged that enough kisses had been exchanged did they manage to speak more elaborate words.

"How come you're back? I thought you'd be away for another week." Sirius asked, taking a seat on the bed and keeping hold on his lover still.

"I'm… I am, I mean, ah it's a long story, Siri." He said finally. His being here was indeed a long story and he'd tell it when they had more time. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?" He suggested, leaning in on the embrace, feeling the animagus' arms around his waist as he towered over him from the place he stood.

Sirius didn't even bother to argue, he was curious, but he missed his lover more than that and his curiosity would just have to wait a bit. It really didn't matter why Remus was back so early, the important thing was he was home.

"Ok." he said softly, stretching himself up and pulling Remus down so they could once again capture each other's lips.

The werewolf slowly climbed onto the bed, his body covering Sirius', their mouths always on the other's.

"I tried to make no noise as I came up." The honey-haired wizard started, as he felt his lover slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. "How'd you hear me? I thought you'd be sleeping."

"I was about to." The animagus answered matter-of-factly, pausing to pull his shirt over his head, his body as well as Remus' was acting as though it had a life of its own. "But then I heard someone moving outside, you scared me, you know?" He said, his mouth travelling around the lycanthrope's jaw

All he heard was a soft moan coming from the man; it was undeniable how they felt like home to each other.

"Just like you to be so paranoid." Remus teased, finally ridding himself of his heavy robe.

"Only when you so cruelly abandon me like this." Sirius said with his usual drama, grinning like he hadn't for the last week.

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A lot like it had occurred last Friday, Draco begun the day by receiving an owl from his father, and once again the letter required his presence for the weekend. It made him sigh and wonder… it could both be an order from the Dark Lord himself, or it could just be Lucius wishing for yet another demonstration of his will. And he couldn't be sure which option made him more uneasy…

Fortunate, yet strangely, enough his mind hadn't wandered much towards said subjects, for the last couple of days. And he had quietly awarded the deed to the nearly suicidal games he had been sharing with one of the people he despised the most.

As a matter of fact, he knew that the Boy-Who-Lived would be coming straight from Umbridge's detention that day and he was worried for their game. The DADA teacher couldn't wear the other seeker out or it'd be him missing out!

He sat down at his table during breakfast, looking at the high table once or twice trying to capture his potions' teacher's eyes. He didn't have potions today so he wouldn't meet with Professor Snape as he wished. Well, he didn't have to actually meet the man; all he wanted was to know what Lucius' letter had been about. After all, if it had been the Dark Lord's request, his teacher would know something about it.

His glances also drifted to the Gryffindor's table, like it had been doing for the past few days. Potter looked a bit better than he had yesterday before their game. He didn't look as carefree as he had after they had just played, but that was to be expected what with having detention with Umbridge later that day.

That thought made him search the other boy's hand with his eyes. He wondered if it'd be all cut open today again…

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Remus had managed to postpone 'The Talk' with Sirius until after they had breakfast, but he knew he could wait no longer. Especially when, though his lover didn't know it yet, he'd be leaving again once it became dark that day. He couldn't deny though, that he wanted to forget a bit about the war and just worry about spending time with the animagus.

They were now curled up on the couch, Remus with his back leaning on his lover's chest, both of them breathing in the same rhythm and making small affectionate gestures almost unconsciously.

"Harry is going mad for not hearing from you." Sirius said suddenly, wanting to bring up the topic, since Remus seemed unwilling to do it.

"What did you tell him?" The werewolf asked, worried.

"Nothing… it's not like I could tell him even if I wanted to. Everything that's going into Hogwarts is being checked. I tried to tell him using codes… but I'm not sure he understood it." The animagus answered, not bothering to hide his frustration.

"I rather he didn't know, really. Especially after what happened" Remus said, not explaining just yet.

"And exactly what happened?" Sirius pressed, turning his lover's chin towards him so he could look him in the eyes.

"Well, nothing yet, actually" The werewolf answered sighing. He then sat up and turned around, facing the animagus properly. "I found the place Dumbledore sent me looking for, the werewolves are all together living in a community… sort of. While I was there I tried to convince them the best I could, I tried to show them I had a normal life and that they could too if they fought for it," he began "Ah, I'll tell you about that later, it's not important. The fact is I learned that Voldemort's planning something, but it's not as vague information as we had before. He's really on the move now, he knows how to get what he wants and he's got a plan going on."

"The secret weapon, you mean? He knows how to get it… then it's something that already exists? He's not building it?" Sirius interrupted, frowning.

"No, whatever it is, he only has to go and get it. He has a card up his sleeve he didn't have before and I'm afraid of what it might mean. We have to be careful Siri, we have to warn the others so they can all be aware of it. We don't know where the attack might be coming from, we could be fooled… and we can't afford to make a mistake…" He said, all of his phrases as vague as the first one. "I'm afraid… because of Harry, I've been thinking and…" He paused, trying to figure out how to say it "I think that he is it…"

Sirius frowned, not sure if he understood it.

"It? The weapon? You think that Harry is the weapon? How could that be?"

"I don't know, I'm… I'm not sure. Is just that… every clue leads back to him and…"
He shook his head, he really wanted to dismiss the possibility. "You know how Voldemort can twist people's minds. What if he talks Harry into doing something? Something that would put, not only him, but everyone around him in danger? Harry has many people he loves, and you know he'd do anything to save them."

Sirius shook his head, unconvinced.

"It makes no sense Rem, what could Harry do that Voldemort himself couldn't?" The black-haired one reasoned.

"I don't know…" The lycanthrope responded, sighing . "But… I can't think of anything powerful he could get his hands on and use to cause even more chaos then he already is. And Harry means something to him, he's tried to get him killed for the past four years… I don't know why he wouldn't try it once more. This time with a whole different approach…" He explained, realizing that no matter what his reasoning was confusing. "It's all I know, and it's the reason I came back… We've got something solid on our hands, we can't let anything go by unnoticed… Talk to Harry, ask him about everything, ok?"

However puzzled he still was, Sirius nodded. "Does this mean you're going back?" He asked, looking at his lover with an understanding look, however painful it was as well.

All the werewolf could do was smile weakly and shrug. "I'm sorry… I wish I didn't have to…" His voice sounded as soft as his smile. "But they know things, they hear things, and Greyback brags too much for his own good… he always lets something slip. I wouldn't go if I didn't have to, but… I really do." He said, reaching for Sirius' hand. "I promise I'll be back next week, ok?"

The midnight-haired wizard could clearly remember a conversation they had shared many years ago… about how he wouldn't go around looking for trouble, but that he'd fight with all he had if trouble came looking for him and the ones he loved. Remus was already doing so… and it was about time he accepted the situation too.

So, instead of saying what he really wanted, he just nodded and hugged his lover while he still could.

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The Boy-Who-Lived didn't say much as they once again headed for the library, he kept his mouth shut as though clenching his teeth. And, when they were on the third floor Draco suddenly stopped, forcing the Gryffindor to do the same.

"What?" Harry finally asked, when his nemesis took too long to offer him an explanation.

Draco frowned, he wasn't quite sure, he just wanted to know why the other one was so quiet. In the end he bluntly asked.

"You're not saying anything, is it the after-effects of your encounter with the toad?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, but answered anyway, "Yes, as a matter of fact." He shrugged.

They became silent for a moment while all Draco could do was stare at the other boy's hand, as though mesmerized by it. Trying to figure out whether it held scars this day or not.

Harry read Malfoy's expression easily when he caught the blonde looking at him, and without saying anything he lifted his hand towards the Slytherin, his green eyes on the cold gray ones.

With a natural move, as though it was a common occurrence for him, the Slytherin had his wand out and was pointing it towards the angry red letters on the back of the boy's hand. As easy as that, the signs of a wound as well as the pain of it faded until the Gryffindor felt it no longer.

"Thanks…" He managed to say this time, unlike all others in the past.

He thought he heard the blonde say something but he couldn't make out what it was, so he just ignored it, looking avidly at the back of his hand. It was odd to have constant reminders of how skilled the other teen really was with complex magic.

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They cut through the dark sky at an alarming speed. Everything was passing by them as a blur, Harry led the chase and Draco was right on his trail, speeding up even more so he could reach the other boy. Both had managed to, everyday, play even better then the day before. There was never 'the best' between them, they were on the same level, true rivals worthy of each other.

It seemed today was Harry's turn to win, he had managed – after catching the snitch just that moment – to win two out of three however tired he was from sitting around all day writing things down on a parchment.

But it didn't matter to him, or to the Slytherin either, who won. The important thing was being able to fly like this, to dare and challenge and, especially, to forget everything.

The snitch lay still now, between Harry's fingers, as the boy unceremoniously threw himself down on the grass in the middle of the pitch, looking up at the cold night. Not bothering to acknowledge his victory.

He heard a body collapse next to his, an irregular breathing sounding to his left and he felt complete.

He couldn't explain it. There was this feeling of righteousness he'd experience after having a game with Malfoy that was unlike anything else. It wasn't complicated; it wasn't something he needed to think about, it was just something he felt.

"Ah… everything could be this simple." Harry said, finding no need to explain himself as he breathed irregularly, the cold wind making the grass tickle his skin.

Draco smiled, however the other boy couldn't see it, agreeing profoundly. But then he just chuckled a bit.

"For everything to be this simple, there'd have to be no people in the world." He said matter-of-factly.

Harry mimicked his chuckle, "Sometimes, I wish that was so." He admitted.

It made the blonde, turn his head to the side so he would get a better look at the Gryffindor's expression. "You?" He asked skeptically, "Would you even get rid of Granger and the Weasel?" He doubted.

The Boy-Who-Lived felt himself smile as he answered. "Yeah, sometimes I would."

His smile had nothing to do with the question, or the answer, or his friends. It was brought on by the realization that he could say anything. Malfoy and he were strangers to each other. They didn't care about the other's opinion, nor did they have to measure up to expectations, they had no duties.

It wasn't like sharing with a friend or someone you cared about. With the Slytherin, he didn't have to weigh his words, he had no fear of saying something that stung and had no feelings he'd be afraid to hurt, nothing.

"Sometimes, it's like they expect me to not have changed. I'm not sure they want, or know how to deal with what I've become. It gets tiresome to hold my temper all the time, it's like they want me to act as though nothing was bothering me, when a bunch of things are." He explained however he did not have to.

"Well, unfortunately we live in a world where appearances have to be kept. It's not a matter of who you are or what you want or feel. It's a matter of what you let people know and think about you." The blonde said as though reciting a mantra.

Who'd guess that out of everyone he knew, it was the boy lying beside him right now that understood what he said the most?

He'd voice nothing of the sort, he'd say not a thing to let Malfoy know how deep they were entering Harry's mind with this short conversation… because he didn't need to. He could feel the weird connection they shared at the moment, it was unlike the physical bond they were obligated to share. It was rather like they were two different people who shared the same… mind.

They both were surprised at their conversation once it had begun, but they just ignored that feeling. If either of them pointed out the obvious oddness in this scene, it could break the magic that was going on. And that was something neither would be able to stand, for they so desperately needed the person beside them, no matter who they were.

"It's just unfortunate to have built up someone all your life, no matter if you've done it unconsciously, just to realize you're turning into something else. " Draco said in a near whisper.

"And that there's nothing you can do about it… you just…" Harry added, shrugging softly.

"… don't want to let down the ones you know." The blonde finished for him, proving the immense bond between them.

Silence followed as they both became overwhelmed by what had just happened. And, most importantly, as they felt magic rushing through their bodies. This… whatever it was that they shared, it was actually trigging magic.

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A.N

So yeah, stupidities apart lol here it is hehehe I liked this chapter, it was sort of hard to make -.- but it came out alright :P It was a bit rushed, but I'm a crazy person. I either rush things or slow them down too much, but anyway :P

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Omg, what is the problem with me today? I effing lost the file where all answer to reviews was oo I've no idea where it is and no idea who exactly I didn't answer yet! Ok, so I'll answer again and try to guess who is it that hasn't been answered yet -.-LOL :PPP

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