A/N: Hi people I guess that people are still reading this story despite the fact that I haven't really been updating it. I'd like to apologize for that as this story has basically been abandoned by me for a year. Because of this I know that I've probably lost most of my previous readers but if you do like the story and had added it to your alerts I ask that you continue to read it because I am committed to finishing this story. I don't know how long that will take me as I'm extremely busy at the moment as I'm in my last year of highschool but please stick with this fic. If things contradict each other I beg you to forgive me as I haven't touched most chapters in here since 2007 and therefore don't remember what I wrote. Also I've recently, this year, came to God so for awhile I didn't touch this fic on principle alone until I figured to myself that man wrote the bible so some of his prejudices must be found in there right? So I'd like to assure you that all relationships that I said that I would write stand as far as I'm concerned.

Oh and just some good news about this fic. It's currently being translated into another language which can be found at another site, I will also inquire about getting the translations so that I can post that version on here, although if you do read that version please review in English.

STORYTIME

There were flashes of green everywhere, green like his eyes, only this was deadly. I could see nothing but that colour and the only sounds I could hear was the pounding of feet and harsh breath as we ran to a destination unknown. Things tilted suddenly then and I realised that I had fallen and was face to face with pale blonde hair that reached mid back, mercury eyes staring sightlessly up at me, cold as they had never been before. Even in public those eyes had contained more warmth then they did looking down up at me now. I was pulled up by a gentle hand, dragged along when my feet refused to move, seemingly stuck to the place where I had fallen. The green flashed in the corner of my eye and then all there was, was darkness.

Shooting up in bed I grasped desperately at the covers, trying to regulate my breathing into a somewhat normal pattern. Trying to get that vision of green out of my head. The green that was synonymous with the Avada Kedavra. The curse that had ended so many lives. It couldn't be true though. Could it? There was no battle after all and as far as I knew Pater was still alive. He wasn't that man lying on the ground. He just couldn't be. I refuse to believe that a Malfoy could fall in battle to be only one of many lost in a sea of bodies that saw no end.

Still there was something bothering me, something was missing that I knew should be there. Turning I realised that the room was dark as only a moonless night could be. My eyes were adjusted now but still I couldn't make out what I needed too. The shape of the body that should be there wasn't. It shouldn't surprise me really as he was always disappearing but still it worried me with the war so near. The war that we had unsuccessfully been trying to avoid for nearly a decade. Still at least Hogwarts still stood. The students would be safe no matter what their blood. This we would make sure of. It was him that worried me. He was always too adventurous for his own good. Always getting into trouble and then making his way out of it with not one single scratch to mar his perfect skin. But this time there was a sense of foreboding in me that whispered of unimaginable dangers. Dangers that would lead to death and destruction. Who would be destroyed I did not know but I was worried for him.

Slithering out of the familiar bed, the bed that had been ours ever since the ceremony that confirmed our bond as soulmates and cemented our future together in this life and all our others, my feet touching the floor lightly, making not a sound on the rug placed beside the bed to keep out the chill of the dungeons. Almost gliding across the floor I lit the candle that had guttered out at some point after we went to bed and walked out into the rest of our suite. He was nowhere to be found. Normally he would come out to read if he woke up during the night so as not to disturb me, but tonight I found not one trace of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

Turning around I had decided on returning to bed when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Or rather the lack of something caught my attention. His sword was missing. The sword that I had had made for him as an anniversary gift, the one which he had used in every single battle that we had fought in the previous years. The same sense of foreboding shivered it's way up my spine once more. If both he and the sword were missing then…

I stumbled slightly, caught off guard as an explosion rocked Hogwarts to her very foundations. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Absently pulling on a robe, taking no note of whether it was his or mine, I ran out of our rooms, only pausing to grab up my wand and shoes so as to not harm my feet and then be of no use to anyone at all. The alarm sounded in the distance and that was when I knew. The battle that we had been preparing ourselves for was here. My course changed once more and I headed further into the depths of the dungeons. I had to wake the students that were too young to fight this battle. There were some who would and could fight and those would help, but for now I had to make sure they had been notified. We could not allow them to die!

I made the rounds, relieved to see no students in sight, they must have made it to the chamber. The chamber which I had spelled to open in times of need even for one who could not speak the password needed to enter in normal circumstances. They would all go there as it was the most protected, unlike that of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Godric. My chamber would hold them well, and the basilisk would protect them in times of need as long as they dared not to look it in the eyes.

There was another crash and tremor as I reached the floor that would take me out onto the grounds and into the midst of the battle. The wards were fading, they would hold strong as long as they were needed and as long as magic was poured into them but something was going wrong. Someone was attacking the castles wards. The spells on the first layers were well known, but Hogwarts would not fall. The last spells only they knew about. They had added them at the very end after successfully finding a way to pour some of their own magic into the castle. The wards would not fall.

Screaming assaulted my ears as I reached the grounds, a sea of bodies already sprawled across it with still more fighting on. He could not distinguish who was who but he knew that the attackers outweighed them. It had been so for years no doubt. But that didn't matter. No matter how many the other side had they would be defeated eventually. Hogwarts would see to that. Whipping his head around he spotted his love running through the masses his sword out and destroying all those in his path that were not on his side. He was being pulled to the other man and so he ran. Ran as fast as he could, dodging the deadly green that was hurtled around the field. He had to reach him. Only then would they be strong enough. Only then would he be reassured of his lovers safety and health.

Reaching his love he entwined their fingers while shouting out all the spells in Parseltongue that he could remember learning as well as a few others that he did not. His adversaries were dropping before him, weakening the power of the crazy monster that led them to this place full of children. And then he was running, stumbling over bodies with his only visions being that of the deadly green curse that matched his lovers eyes and the only sounds that of their feet pounding on the ground and their heaving breaths as they ran. Until he stumbled slightly falling on top of a body. "Pater" the word escaped his lips as his horrified eyes opened wider. This wasn't true. This could not be happening. His dream was not allowed to be a vision of the future to come. It couldn't be.

He was gently pulled up by the arm and insistently dragged forward as the light reached his eyes. He went to scream out a warning to his love but it was too late. The body that had been leading him went limp and fell to the ground. Turning around his eyes glinted madly as he found his prey. The monster would pay dearly for the death of his beloved. He whispered the curse as his voice began to fail him, watching in satisfaction as the monster fell to the ground before he too fell, his vision turning to black and the voice of his lover calling him home the only sound he heard.

Draco awoke with a scream, frantically looking around and trying to get the dream out of his mind. Looking beside him he saw Harry lying in the bed peacefully, undisturbed by the nightmare, or was it a vision, that had awoken Draco. The last image of the battlefield was imprinted behind his eyelids and he knew that the sight would be with him forever.