'My love,' the voice said, right before Harry shattered into a million pieces.

Wait… this was the same dream he had last night… exactly identical, that had never happened before, and why wasn't he in bed, awake already? The dream never went beyond his climax, or at least never before now.

Harry's dream body was still resting purely on the support of His lover, no longer holding onto a branch, and they never had the support of the trunk of said tree. Just as he thought this, His lover's knees gave out, and sent the Phantom falling backwards unto the grass, cradling Harry against the jarring impact. All that hit the ground were Harry's hands, and knees. He assumed the fall would scrap him, but the grass welt surprisingly spongy and soft under his fingers, accepting the shock of their fall with ease. Harry sighed, intending to lay down over his lover and cuddle, but he never quite got the chance.

"Harry…" that voice whispered, almost like a plea, as hands lifter to trail along Harry's brow, and cheek bones, then around to the back of his head. Nimble fingers undid the magic'ed blindfold. Harry shut his eyes. He knew in seconds, he would see his lover, and suddenly with a fierceness that rivaled a mother mountain lion's, He didn't want to know.

He already knew that the Phantom was some one from his past, And he didn't want to be disappointed. He didn't want to ruin this.

~What am I thinking about? It's just a dream!~ but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Harry…" the voice whispered, now closer to him, as the phantom kissed his eyes and cheeks, then finally his mouth. "Harry, open your eyes…"

Harry kept them closed, nails digging harshly into his lover's skin. He knew he was acting childish, but damn it! What if this went badly… some irrational part of him, didn't want to lose this.

"Harry…. Please" that last word was a plea.

He tilted back his head and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the moon through glowing white, green, and silver trees, then he looked down slightly, avoiding the man who's lap he was currently residing in. He gasps as he saw the fairy lights that lit up the forest. He felt lips brushing against his neck, and suddenly for got his apprehension over looking at his lover. Surely in a hallowed place such as this… nothing could go wrong.

Oh, the fool… As Harry turned to finally face his lover, a cool trickle of dread eased it's way don his back. ~Blond hair….~ was his first thought, then he saw his face…

"Draco!" he flung himself off the Slytherin, His voice wretched with grief, his gem like eyes filling with warring emotions, Fear, panic, sorrow, agony, anguish, pain, and worst of all, Disgust.

"No…" He felt the familiar sensation of being drawn out of this body and into another.

~*~X~*~

Harry was already away when his consciousness slipped back into his body. "No… No, I refuse to believe it… not him." his heart was being crushed under the weight of this emotion, it hurt! Damn it. Then he did something he swore he never would do again. He curled up into the fetal position… and cried.

Fifteen minutes later, when his alarm went off, he cursed himself for those moment's of weakness, after all, it was only a dream…. Right?

~X~*~X~

Draco pushed himself away from the wall with a sigh, one part of him knew that Harry would react like that, but the absolute horror in his eyes sent stabbing pains through out Draco's body. The saddest truth was, Draco needed him… and not in the biblical way…

Draco, and maybe thousands of others… was dying.