Story Title: The Grey Side

Author: Usako08

Chapter Title: Interlude

The dream, it was so real. It had been days since he'd had the nightmare but still he could not shake the feelings it had evoked. Draco was constantly on edge now due to a lack of sleep and had started to snap at everyone but Harry. Everything in him was screaming at him to protect the other boy since he looked exactly like the boy in his vision had. He had not managed to protect him in their other lives, for surely, that's what the vision had been, but he would protect him in this one. He would not die to do so, his love would simply follow him if they did since they had been so tightly bound, but he would live to do so. And, surely, living to protect the one you love was nobler than dying to do so.

Unfortunately, those thoughts did not help him to forget what he had seen and so Draco merely focused on what he could find out about the dream. It was obvious that they had been at Hogwarts during the time of the founders, or at least it was obvious to him since the dream him had been thinking about them as if they were alive, so Draco focused his research on couples at that time, most importantly who the founders were with. That turned out to be a dead end as on further inspection none of them were married to anyone who looked remotely like Draco. Therefore, he had to start again.

He hadn't known where to look after that however and so he'd let himself be led around by Harry who seemed to feel the same protectiveness towards Draco, that Draco felt towards him. Of course, Harry didn't say the words; they were being less obvious since that meeting with Dumbledore. Neither of them wanted anyone else to suspect the true nature of their relationship. Anyone that could be considered a foe anyway. It was safer if they weren't being conspicuous about it and truth be told after the revelation about what the Dursley's had done to him Draco feared touching him too much. Not because he was repulsed by Harry but because he didn't want to bring up any bad memories by touching him too intimately, even if he did sleep wrapped in Harry's arms most nights. Also in private, Harry seemed more comfortable and inclined to be affectionate. Besides, why should the rest of Hogwarts be allowed to see their stunning selves making out? Answer was they shouldn't, and if they did, they should be paying for the privilege.

The dreams didn't help with the touch thing either. Draco felt as if he was betraying Harry by having dreams of other people. Even if he was almost certain that those people were them in a previous life it still felt wrong since Harry hadn't had those dreams. Draco had mentioned it in passing and Harry had denied it and Draco knew that Harry wouldn't lie to him. Which meant that it could be Draco simply imagining things and if that was true then he should feel guilty about dreaming of someone other than the raven-haired boy.

This leads us back to the present and a rare assignment for History of Magic. Binns had gotten sick, how a ghost could get sick was a puzzle to all, and therefore a substitute had been hired to teach the class and much to everyone's relief the woman loathed the goblin wars and therefore scrapped Binns' curriculum. Instead, they were studying the lines of the founders with a focus on their children and the spouses of those children. It was actually quite interesting and Draco found himself entranced by the words he was reading about the son of Slytherin. Apparently, the boy had been an invaluable member of the teaching staff at Hogwarts and in many battles that were fought at the time. Draco didn't really care for the particulars of those though; he was more interested in the man's personal life. If the books were to be believed, the man had been gay and married to an aristocrat at the time of his un-timely death. It was rather fascinating to Draco, although that could simply be because they were finally learning about something other than goblin wars.

He was so interested in the information he was being presented with that he almost skipped the picture provided in the book of Antoine and his spouse. Almost being the key word since as he went to turn the page a movement caught his eye and forced him to look at the picture. He nearly dropped the book when he did. As he looked, he was confronted with a picture of the people from his dreams. Antoine Slytherin and Bastien Slytherin (nee Mal foi), the second a name Draco was familiar with, how could he not be, it was his own ancestor. He'd dreamed of his own ancestor and Slytherin's oldest son. The heir who had died in battle along with his bonded leaving the continuance of the family line to his younger brother. The son who was killed by a mud-blood, Draco didn't know how he knew that, he certainly hadn't read it, but he did. He knew it as sure as he knew his own name.

He'd dreamed of a time long past, he'd dreamed of death and battles and what he'd dreamed had been a reality. There was incontrovertible proof right in front of him that the events had been real. Or that the people had been real at least…

A/N: Ok so this isn't the best thing I've ever written, I really struggled to get any of it out and I apologise profusely for how short it is. Next chapter should hopefully get us back into the main story and Harry's POV once more. I'll try to get it out to you by the end of this year. Also all mistakes are mine since this is unbeta'd. If you'd be interested in being my beta, please let me know.