Disclaimer: I don't own H.P., only any original characters and the plot are mine. No money is being made. The song Boulevard of Broken Dreams belongs to Greenday, not me.

A/N: Hope you like this one!!! Thanks for all the reviews!!! I am totally stunned by so many people liking this story. I was a bit afraid that it would start to sound a little bit farfetched...

Also, I just finished book 7... I waited so long for the ending, and honestly, I was a bit disappointed. That's all I'm gonna say about it. It took less than 24 hours to read. And yes, I did read it straight through... LOL... I couldn't put it down, but the ending saddened me, and yet it made so much sense... Hope you enjoy...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Once again, Harry ended up in a totally unexpected place. Instead of being surrounded by the plush furnishings of Malfoy Manor, he found himself surrounded by the tall blue stones of Stonehenge. Remembering his last encounter in the mystical circle, Harry looked around warily. There were was no singing or odd people dancing. Now, that he thought about it, he was hoping they would show up.

He had an idea of who they were now. Lady Morgana was a dark elf which made Harry part dark elf. Those beings had to have been dark elves. He thought about how the lone female had appeared less beautiful than what he expected an elf to be. There had been something off about her. It was like she was there by force or something. It wasn't as if she had been in chains or physically restricted, but it was more on a level that she hadn't wanted to be there. Had the others been trying to use her as bait?

They had expected Harry to know who they were, but had been unwilling to explain anything to him. Yet, they had wanted him to follow them blindly. Could they have been Morgana's clan sent by her father, Illadrael? Elves did live a very long time in their own world. The dimensions between the Elven Realm and the human realm were very different. Elves lived a decade for every century that humans lived. Harry would have to ask the Lady next time he spoke with her portrait.

As all these thoughts traveled around in his head, Harry had walked the circumfrence of the circle twice. It was just as he had completed his third round that he heard that odd music once again. It sounded like trees sighing in the breeze, water cascading over a cliff to pool in a crystalline bowl at the base, rocks tumbling down a steep incline, and the soft crackle of fire in the hearth on a stormy night. It seemed to embody all the things that Harry found soothing to his soul. He stopped dead in his tracks to listen. As he listened intently, a deep baritone began to hum, sounding like the rumble of an avalanche. It was soon joined by a distant tenor, a soulful call of flame; a strong baritone, like the harmony of the ocean's swell, and the most beautiful soprano, a whisper on the wind. Harry had never heard such power. No words were formed, but there was no need for words. Just as the elements themselves held true power, so did their song.

Harry stood silently listening. He waited for the elves from his last visit to the enchanting circle of stones to show themselves, but no one appeared. Figuring that he was definitely alone, he kneeled in the soft grass on top of the mound that held the tomb of the greatest wizard ever known. It wasn't common knowledge, and Harry would never have guessed, but he found himself kneeling on Merlin's grave. Merlin had told him of this place himself. It was where all of his line would lie after death. Which really explained quite a bit about the circle of stones. The stones were set there as guardians. They were meant to contain the diffusing magic that leaked when a witch or wizard died. Just because their bodies were no longer living didn't mean that their souls and magic had died with it. It just took some time for the magic to find it's way back to the elements.

Many thought that all magic returned to the Earth, but they were wrong. Each element held a magic of it's own. Earth magic helped those who were gifted in Herbology. The earth needed her plants to survive. Air magic allowed those who were gifted in charms to find their way. Also conducting a dimension of change, otherwise known as electricity. Water magic assisted those with animagus and metamorphasis abilities to alternate forms as the waves in the ocean were constantly changing. Fire magic, the strongest, and most volatile of all, provided an avenue of hope, and despair. Fire would lay a flaming road of ambition, or it could ignite a tower of courage. It could burn a path to freedom, or lay an entire race to ash. Fire was the only interchangeable element. It could be forced to your will, but it would never be tamed. Or, so many had thought.

Not realizing he had started doing it, Harry was singing. It was no song that your normal pureblooded witch or wizard would know. It was a muggle song called Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Harry sang louder and louder. The words to the song melded perfectly with the element's song of sound.

"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's only me and I walk alone. I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. When the city sleeps, and I'm the only one, and I walk alone..."

He never noticed when a second voice joined him.

"My shadow's the only one who walks beside me. My shadow's heart's the only thing that's beating."

Then, a third.

"Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me."

And a fourth.

"Too late, I walk alone."

Anyone who happened to visit Stonehenge that day would have been entranced at the quartet of the most beautiful voices and men they had ever heard or seen. Good thing it was a day that the "monument" was closed to public viewing.

Four men, two dark, two light, stood in a circle within a circle singing the most dejected song of loneliness together. One stood tall and strong, his semi-long raven locks blowing gently around his face like moonless shadows at midnight. Another, knelt across from Harry, white blonde hair licking his shoulders like tongues of silver flame. The last stood proudly across from the raven haired man with long waves of molten silver cascading down his back to his waist. All had their eyes closed.

Harry continued to sing his heart out. It was a gut wrenching, tear jerking song when coming from the Chosen One. He truly believed himself to be alone on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams. But, when the others had joined him, it became so much more. A tribute to the lonely and lost, yet it was also a soul's cry for family.

Then, he finished his song and opened his emerald orbs to piercingly scrutinize those who had joined him with their enchanting accompaniment. Emerald met silver, then rose to meet saphire and gold. Not many had ever seen the true color of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy's eyes. Severus's were of a deep saphire blue, which glinted with intelligence. Lucius's were a cross between gold and silver, the gold more pronounced, unveiling the pride within.

"Er-." Harry gurgled.

He was floored by the appearance of his companions. He had never heard anyone join him. It was a bit embarrassing to be caught singing in the middle of the circle of stones that had been known to enchant many. Harry would like to have been able to claim that he had been enchanted by the clearing, but knew that his recently acquired associates, friends?, wouldn't believe a word of it. Especially after having been witness to so many other strange things Harry had done recently.

"How and when did you get here?" Harry asked. His face turned a light pink in embarrassment.

"We don't exactly know?" Draco answered confusedly.

He had been kneeling at the hearth at the Manor calling for Harry, hoping he would answer from wherever he was at. When all of sudden, Draco found himself standing in front of the emerald eyed Chosen One singing his heart out. The beauty of the song had brought him to his knees, and he could not have stopped himself from joining.

"I am a bit perplexed at this situation. Did you call us to you Harry?" Severus asked. Above all others, Severus had had the easiest time in believing in Harry's new found skills. Although, he hadn't shared this with anyone, besides Lucius, Severus still had a bit of a time dealing with how he had gotten to Stonehenge.

Severus had been standing behind Draco, watching for any flicker of movement in the flames. He wasn't about to take any chances that his godson could be snatched through the floo after what had happened at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a bit disturbing to find himself suddenly in the circle of stones and upon hearing the two boys bear their souls through voice that he could no more stop joining them than kiss Dumbledore.

"I didn't call anyone. I was trying to get back to the Manor, but magic had other plans. I ended up here instead. Then the strangest music began to play. It was so soft and strong at the same time. It was as if the elements were singing to me. Then next thing I remember was opening my eyes to you three." Harry was worried now. What had happened? Had he accidently called the three to him in his want to go to the Manor?

"Don't fret, Harry." Lucius's silky smooth voice pitched to calm. "I think I know what happened. These are Elven stones brought here by Merlin many centuries ago. They are known to have soothing powers for those who need them. It is why this place has become such a tourist site for the muggles. They don't understand why they come here, just that when they leave all is right with their world. Your magic must have known that you were in need of relaxation."

"Oh." Harry said. He could believe Lucius's explanation, but there was something else bugging him. If this place was known to be soothing, then maybe Merlin had called to him. Did the man have something for him? Was there a reason that he had come here instead of Malfoy Manor? And why had Draco, Severus, and Lucius been pulled from where they were to join him? Suddenly, Harry knew. His ancestor wanted to meet his new friends. Were they really friends? If Merlin trusted enough to call them here to Harry, then they must be closer to family. Draco was meant to be his mate.

"Draco, remember what I told you the last time we were here?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry, I do."

"I believe it is time to go. Draco, come." Harry commanded.

Draco walked to Harry and took his outstretched hand. Lucius raised a perfectly sculpted brow at this further display of submissiveness on his son's part. He had never thought anyone could tame a dragon.

"Lucius? Severus?" Harry asked, yet the command was evident. The two older wizards each approached slowly, not quite sure of this. Severus took Harry's other outstretched hand with his left, and held Lucius's with his right. The next thing any of them knew, they were covered in a swirling silver and purple mist and Stonehenge was gone.

Meanwhile...

Remus Lupin sat under the tree by the lake that the Marauders had sat under many times during their school years at Hogwarts. It wouldn't have seemed very odd except for the fact that he was no longer a student, or teacher, and the school was still closed for the summer. Not to mention the crystal goblet of firewhiskey in his hand, and the bottle propped next to his leg.

He came back here often to remember Sirius. He tried his best to remember what things had been like when James, Lily, and Sirius were still alive and Peter hadn't been a deceiving, lying, groveling rat. It always started out that way at least. He always brought a bottle of firewhiskey and four goblets with him to share his memories with those he lost. And, he always ended up drinking the bottle alone, remembering the last time he had seen Sirius, and throwing the crystal goblets into the lake. No one ever bothered him when he came here. He could sit and remember and sulk and cry and wish he could join his friends. But, Remus knew that Harry needed him. Regardless of what everyone else may think, Harry would need him. That thought led to why he was here again, and he moaned aloud as the treacherous memory overtook him once again.

Flashback

"C'mon Remy! You don't have to go! Stay here with me," Sirius pouted. His hair was now even longer than it had been in Harry's third year. It hung about his face like ebony feathers cascading down his back to just above his hips, but it was the electric blue eyes pleading with him that Remus had a hard time denying.

"Siri, you know I have to go. Harry is going to need me," Remus responded dejectedly. He really hated leaving Sirius here by himself, but he knew that with what Voldemort was planning, Harry would desperately need his help.

"I know Moony." Sirius pouted some more. He never liked being alone. Maybe he could find a way to sneak to Hogwarts after Remus left. A slight gleam entered his eyes and he ducked his head before Remus could see.

"I'll floo you every night to let you know how Harry's doing. But, I want you to promise me that you won't leave here. You can't try to follow me to Hogwarts," Remus said firmly. He had seen that little mischievous glint, and he knew even if he could extract such a promise from his friend that it wouldn't be kept. Sirius just couldn't stay away from Harry for long, especially since Remus was going to see him.

"Mooooooooonnnnnyyyy!" Sirius whined. He lifted his head and Remus could have sworn that he saw Siri's eyes well up with tears. Oh no! Before he couldn't, Remus hugged Sirius quickly and rushed outside to apparate to Hogsmeade. He just hoped that Sirius would wait until tomorrow before following him.

End Flashback

It was quite unfortuneate for both, that Remus hadn't taken Sirius with him. Now, he blamed himself for his best friend's death. As his eyes closed to hide those unbidden, bitter tears of regret, Remus felt something else. It was almost as if he had heard Harry's voice calling him. Shaking his head against such an odd thought, he stood up to apparate home.