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'Write it' the voice ordered clearly, like it had been doing for the past few days. 'Let them know, in your own words, that you are fine.'

Right, that's what he had to do… he had to write the letter, send it to his family, he was fine.

He repeated the order in his head again and again like a mantra, as he grabbed the quill and placed it over his parchment.

Of course he had to let them know he was ok! Or else they would worry, Sirius especially, and then what? The mad animagus might just go around looking for him! And Remus remembered the first order very clearly, 'Don't let them suspect anything.'

He didn't know how the voice had gotten inside his head, or who was speaking to him. All that he knew was that he had no will to fight it, that it was absolute law. He had to do as it wished. And, even if he wanted, he wouldn't have been able to reason with it, because there was a great sense of numbness taking a hold of his body ever since he started hearing the commands. It was like his limbs didn't answer to him anymore, instead, they answered the voice.

Sirius,

He started, and then began writing in his own way, letting his lover know that everything with the werewolves was well. He made sure to remember the precise moments when he needed to address the black-haired man one way or another. Also, he included his son in the letter and with studied precision he managed to sound worried enough about the boy's state of mind.

'Now, tell them through your usual codes that you heard more information about the mysterious upcoming attack and that you think it'll be taking place sometime next week.' The voice continued, once he was done with the first request.

Once again, like a mindless doll, Remus did what it asked of him and then the letter was off.

The werewolf had been in this place for over a week now. He had gotten here by following a lead – that turned out to be false – about where the other wolves were gathering. The whole point had been to 'recruit' them, call them over to fight for the good side or at least stop them from fighting for the Dark Lord. But now, none of that mattered in his head anymore, actually he didn't even remember that. All he cared about right now was being the most fundamental piece in the plan that was to be carried out the following week.

A plan that was out to eliminate every single person he loved in this world.

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"Dray! Aren't you listening to me?" A high pitched voice asked, annoyed.

He lifted his head up, turning it the wrong way before he actually found where the sound had come from.

Pansy was frowning at him, a pout on her face, she was obviously demanding attention. But he was feeling so detached that he couldn't bring himself to even pretend to care.

"Well?" She pressed, looking a bit worried now. It made him wonder what she was seeing in his expression.

"I'm going to class." He said with a tone that even surprised himself, he sounded like those transfigured dolls that repeated phrases over and over again.

"What? But you haven't even touched any food!" She said, gesturing to his plate that was as empty as when he had arrived for breakfast.

He'd have muttered something like 'not hungry', but he didn't bother… in the end, he just stood up and left the hall with his things.

He didn't even know how long he wondered through the castle… he found himself looking around the place and feeling as though he didn't belong there anymore. The feeling of having his world turned upside down was now painfully constant. He wasn't even sure how to deal with people anymore… what was it that he used to do with his friends again?

He ended up late for History of Magic, no matter how early he had left for 'class'.

Binn's voice didn't even reach the conscious level of his mind, let alone the deep, hidden, unconscious one he was hiding in right now.

I could have run. I could have stopped… I could have just…

He couldn't get her out of his mind, he hadn't slept since he had done it… she wouldn't let him. She would be crying inside his head, her parents would be losing their sanity, she'd beg, she'd run… and he could do nothing now.

She was gone, her life had been taken away from her…

I'm a murderer.

That was a phrase that came up a lot in his head, it was an accusation, it was the fact that changed everything. The moment he spoke that curse, he killed a part of himself. The rest, almost nonexistent, carefree part of him was destroyed… nothing he once cared about mattered anymore.

Voices would speak to him throughout the day, he'd feel some of them approaching him, but he didn't leave the sanctuary of his mind. He all but dragged himself through each painful minute, expecting hell to break loose at any moment and for his punishment to come.

But then there was that shock, that bolt of magic that manage to reach inside. Something finally managed to make him open his eyes and look up.

He saw the pair of green eyes looking his way, their owner was walking past him headed the way he himself should have been going. His breath got caught in his breath, that person seemed to see past everything when he looked at him. He knew.

He fought the urge to just grab the boy's robes and force him to turn back, to say something. Instead, he turned around and headed the right way. Remembering, faintly, that now was potions' lesson.

He didn't want to see his professor, he was in no condition of dodging the man's legilimens attacks, but he'd have to deal with him later that day anyway. So he entered the dungeons and took a seat in his usual place, the last thing he wanted was to draw even more attention.

If Snape knew something, he didn't show it, he taught as he always did, sparing Draco a glance here and there. The man was concerned about the way he looked – which probably was no better than the ghosts that walked up and down the hall – rather than about something he had done.

Draco made sure to leave the classroom before his godfather could even think about protesting, or worse, hold him back for a little chat. Yeah, that'd have played out well…

Lunch came eventually, and the Slytherin didn't go to great hall this time since he knew he wasn't going to eat anyway… Instead, he used the fact he was already in the dungeons as an excuse for heading back to his dorm.

He had three hours until his next class…

He felt like utter crap as the fatigue of the last couple of days caught up with him. Not eating and not sleeping really did shake a person up. But he wasn't one to accept losing control, even in a situation like this where he seemed completely out of his mind. He had been determined, when he had gotten back, to at the very least recover his ability to think clearly. And, yes, he had failed until that point, what with making no contact with anything outside the walls of his mind. But he had done one right thing that morning!

He reached inside his trunk and felt around until a cold, smooth recipient brushed against his fingers. He grabbed it and lay back down in the sloppy way he had been doing moments before.

Dreamless sleep potion

A gulp of this and there'd be no girl, no resentment, no fear, no confusion, no turmoil… it would be land of the unconscious for Draco and he'd appreciate every minute of it.

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He was still thinking about the half-dead blonde boy he had watched the whole day when he reached the Potions Classroom at night. Unlike it usually was, Draco had gotten there before him and was talking in rushed voices with their professor. The conversation died down as soon as he walked in and he fought the urge to roll his eyes, it wasn't as if he wanted to know what those two were up to. Ok, he did, but they didn't know that.

Snape cast the bond once again and this time Harry didn't even feel it, being used to it as he was.

"I want you back here when you're done." The professor said in a low voice, addressing the Slytherin specifically.

"I won't have time to stay, I've got other things to do." Was all the blonde answered, shooting him a glance and following after the Gryffindor.

Harry hoped, for his own sanity, that the 'things' Draco had to do involve him and the Quidditch field; he was itching for their game.

In the library, they took their usual table and sat side by side. Unconsciously or not, Malfoy sat quite close to him, as though leaning in trying to absorb a magic wave he was giving off. It usually bothered him nowadays to have someone stand that close, but the blonde was an exception to that as he was to everything else.

He wanted to ask him what today had been about, why the blonde looked like the dead walking around the castle. He felt he knew the reason, but it was just a faint feeling he chose to ignore.

He stopped in the middle of Asphodel Root properties and looked up to stare at his rival.

Draco was writing furiously down on the parchment as though it was a life-line, his expression determined and focused. It nearly over shadowed the fact he had dark circles under his eyes, eyes that looked completely void of life, as matter of fact. His hair looked all wrong, as though he hadn't carefully fixed it that morning like he usually did.

Harry even found himself comparing the boy to a faint imagine of his father from a long time ago, Remus had once looked like the dead walking around too. But that was before Sirius entered his life again.

He opened his mouth, the intent of asking what had happened was there, but he decided not to … he could ask it after their game.

Not half an hour later, the blonde dropped his quill onto the table and ran his hands through his hair with an expression Harry couldn't quite place.

"What?" The Boy-Who-Lived asked.

Draco let out a puff of air, as though the mere fact of the Gryffindor being by him was a large burden.

"Nothing, I'm done it's all." He said matter-of-factly. Leaning back on his chair, his leg brushing against the other seeker's in the process.

"Already? That was fast…" Harry commented, his voice wavering a bit because of the reminder that he was in contact with the other boy.

"I just want to get the hell out of here." The blonde murmured under his breath, closing his eyes altogether.

"Well, unfortunately I'm not done." It wasn't a sharp retort, he just said it like a fact, shrugging.

Draco could swear he was hearing the ticking of a distant clock, and he started to count the seconds as they went by. Now that he wasn't busy anymore, his mind started to wonder and it led back to the same thing it had been going to all day.

His clenched his hands into fists and tried to push the haunting image away, this was so tiring!

He stood up abruptly, angry at what he wasn't quite sure.

"Come on, let's go now." He said looking down at the confused Harry.

"…but I'm not done." He spoke, using a tone as though he was talking to something that might explode at any second.

Draco got the parchment he was writing on and looked over it, it was nearly done… he memorized the writing quite carefully and cast a spell on himself before he sat back down with Harry's paper and began to write faster than he had done with his own.

Not a couple of minutes later he was up again, "Ok, you're done, let's go."

He frowned but murmured an 'okay', shoving everything that was his inside his bag. The bond was pulling at him since Draco was already at the door.

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He could tell where the other boy was, he didn't know how, but as they twirled around the air he could as good as feel Harry's presence behind him.

"Got ya!" He heard the Boy-Who-Lived yell as a gush of wind passed him. He could now see a gold and red blur up ahead.

He wasn't even sure this was about looking for the snitch anymore, in fact, he wasn't quite sure that's what he had been racing to find at all. But, however he wasn't too keen on catching it, he didn't ignore the golden fluttering up ahead. Harry had seen it too and so they both dived after it.

He was getting so good at this game that he noticed every little detail about it, and he knew before he even tried to grab the snitch, that Harry would be the one to capture it. The Gryffindor was faster and was paying more attention today.

But he didn't give up; instead, he started to stand up on his broom like he had done the first time they played. He was going to leap after it.

They were over the lake now and so it made it all easier. He assumed the position and with his eyes locked on the golden ball he jumped. His calculations had been indeed correct though and just as he did that, the other seeker managed to get the snitch.

He started falling and was well aware of it. He knew he could break his fall or reach for his broom, he had the ability to do both, but he simply chose not to. And so a large splashing sound was heard as his body broke though the dark water of the lake.

The other seeker, who had been focused entirely on winning their game came after him at full speed when he saw what had happened. He didn't seem to think much either, as he let go of his broom in mid air and jumped in after the Slytherin.

He didn't see a thing as he felt the cold water on his skin, but he could tell that the blonde was there. "Malfoy?" He asked when he finally managed to resurface; it made him very uncomfortable to remember there were loads of strange little creatures just below his feet.

He looked around, over the troubled surface of the lake, fighting to keep himself from going under at the same time. Ok, no one could hold their breath for this long… where the hell was he?

He was startled when he felt a cold hand grab a hold of his robes; it was so white it looked corpse-like in the moonlight. He had to fight even more to keep himself above the surface as the hand used him for support to come up.

A gasp was heard and Malfoy was there again, his face red and his eyes looking much more alive than they had the whole day.

"You daft?!" Harry couldn't help but ask, noticing at the same time how his breathing – as irregular as it was – seemed to match the Slytherin's one.

"You are for jumping in after me." Draco retorted matter-of-factly. "It's not like I can't swim, Potter."

"You could have drowned anyway, there are all sort of nasty things in here, you know?" this came more as a murmur; he knew the other seeker was right. But he had acted on impulse!

"Well, I felt like jumping. Merpeople aside, that is." He said, as he started to swim slowly towards the shore.

Harry said nothing; maybe he wouldn't have understood why someone would jump into a cold lake like this one in normal situations. But he did understand. Apart from being wet and cold, he felt even livelier. Falling from such height into the unknown was as thrilling as their usual suicidal moves.

When they left the water, suddenly the breeze they usually loved seemed unbearable.

"Was it this cold out here before?" Harry asked, feeling shivers run down his spine.

"Use a heating charm if you can't take it" the Slytherin said matter-of-factly as he closed his eyes and lay on the grass. The temperature didn't seem to bother him.

That was when things started getting a little odd for the Boy-Who-Lived…

He stared down at his detention-mate who looked as though he didn't belong to this world. His hair fell around his head clashing with the green bellow, his face had a blush from the cold and his expression was unreadable.

He felt a pull like nothing he had experienced before, whatever happened, he couldn't get himself to stop looking at the other boy. It seemed as though, for that moment... he gravitated towards the blonde.

There were strange emotions that filled his heart, ones that didn't belong to him. And he knew well to whom they did. How was that happening?

Malfoy lifted his eyelids and the silver eyes sought his own.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He wasn't referring to Harry staring, the Gryffindor knew that much. He was referring to the unexplainable magic pull that was opening their minds to the other.

He didn't answer, Draco knew he didn't know, there was no need to tell him that.

And he didn't even care… not at the moment, not when something so beautiful was stealing his ability to think. All he could think about was that he wanted to touch the Slytherin, to touch that pale skin that had acquire a bit of color because of the cold. Find out if his hair would really feel as soft as they looked, if his lips were as cold was Harry's were right now.

And specially, he wanted to know about that pain. That emptiness that was inside of the boy, it was so intense it made Harry cringe.

Draco couldn't believe it… he was looking back at the Golden Boy unable to make any sense of what was happening. He felt the same pull as the other did and couldn't get himself to think of anything else just as the other seeker was.

Was he shutting himself away from the world so much that he'd turn to his own enemy because of an illusionary world they created for a couple of hours?

He didn't care.

At that moment, he didn't care why he was gravitating around Harry, or why things didn't need to make sense when in the boy's presence. He cared about the fact that his thoughts about the weekend's events were not plaguing him. In fact, there were no weekend events whatsoever; there was nothing in their world but the two of them.

He realized, though, that, no matter if it was haunting him or not, it was opened for the other boy to see. As well as anything else the Gryffindor wanted to explore in his mind.

"It was you…" Harry murmured all of a sudden, the green still looked into his intently. "That's what's wrong. You killed someone."

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A.N:

Errr I have very awful comments about this chap, so… I'm not going there hahah

Answer to Reviews:

Nenifer121: Odd would definitely be right lol. Harry and Draco's relationship will be much more...open from now one :P You're welcome! :D Thanks the review!

Fantasyfan4ever: Hahaha really the end was interesting? XD I'm glad then heheeh Breaking dawn is the best book I've read...ever (you can even throw HP books into that). As a book standing on its own, it's brilliant, I can't believe someone managed to write something so good! And there are two major plot twists that keep you completely on the edge, attached to it XDD Thanks!!

Hyper Hippie: Hmmmmm read and find out XDDD Here it is! Thanks!!

Miss-Janine:Yeahhh, I felt bad for making him do so, but some things were just needed :XX PP Thanks! XD

luckycharm9: Actually, very soon XDD I take my time on doing these kind of things, but now is the time XD Watch out for it :D

Julie: err...care to elaborate that? Lol

Illyra:It was a hard decision to make... But I'm really trying to make the whole thing play out as it would in 'real life'. I really do think he'd have gone through with it :P Thanks :P

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