Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc,. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: I am really sorry I have failed to update this. I promise it won't be a year next time. Big change however is that this won't be angst anymore.I have been so stressed and depressed this year that I can't write sad, only happy. Yes, I am a freak that way. (I'm like that in my music too, I need Evanescence when I'm happy and Britney Spears when I'm sad) And so, I might give you all a different ending and plot I had in mind originally. So yes, happy story time!

Chapitre Trois

Catch me, as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Whisper-----Evanescence, Fallen

Severus Snape walked into the east wing study. As he stepped through the door and spotted the blond, he brushed off imaginary lint from his shoulder and sat down in front of Draco. Draco ignored him and shook his glass; hearing the clatter of the ice cubes at the bottom. He stared at it as he saw that it was the only thing left from the brandy he had drunk. Snape, however, became impatient.

"Just because you're my godson doesn't mean I have to do your bidding; much less be summoned as a common mutt." He bit out.

Draco ignored him.

Snape stood up. "I'll be leaving now." He said briskly. "Frankly, I shouldn't even be helping you." Draco's voice made him pause and turn around.

"I know who it is." Draco sighed heavily and put his glass down on the coffee table next to him. He stood up and crossed the floor towards the fireplace. He took out his wand from his robes and flicked it towards the fire; extinguishing it. "The reason I need you," he kept going, "is because I had already sensed them at Hogwarts last year. You being a professor grants you access to school records including paperwork dealing with residence."

He stopped and looked at Snape bitterly, who was still standing by the door with an agitated look on his face. "I had the dream and I know who he is."

"And?" Snape prompted him.

"Can you go look up where Potter lives? I think you should go and get him before it happens. I want to be there when it does." He said melodramatically.

"Why should I do anything for you?" Snape spat. The boy was being an ass. Who cared if he was going through a hard ordeal? Harry Potter his mate? Bah, he'd be surprised if it wasn't. Everything he did had the boy in it. Nevertheless, he didn't have to do anything, especially if he was being addressed in such a manner.

"Please Severus?" Draco pleaded.

Snape snorted. "Oh, so now you act like a child."

"Sorry?"

The dark haired man rolled his eyes and moved Draco from his seat and took away his empty glass of brandy.

"You are not your father and you are not in the drinking age yet."

"I'll have you know--"

"Until you're 17, Draco."

Draco grumbled.

"At least you had fun pretending."

"I was not--"

"Shut up, you insolent brat. I won't do this for you if you don't."

"Fine, fine."

Draco went over on the other side of the room and sat down in a more comfortable chair. Snape followed suit.

"Potter? Not surprised. Are you?" Snape asked Draco.

Draco frowned. "Of course I am."

"Care to explain the dream?" At the mention of it, Draco blushed and his godfather smirked. "I see. And you sure it was him? Was he a girl yet?"

"Er, I had the dream before, but I could never identify who it was. Finally, I saw a scar and I knew it was him."

Snape sighed. Really. Why did everything have to happen to him. "So what are we going to do about your father? You know that you have to get the approval of the Malfoy head. And since your father is only in hiding and not dead, you still need his permission."

"He doesn't have to know! After, Potter will become a female soon enough!"

"And blood, Draco? You do realize that you would be the last pure-blooded Malfoy, You do know that once they discover your children are half-bloods, your fortune will be taken away and given to your closest pure-blooded relative, that being a Weasley, most possibly."

"Severus, this is no joke!"

"What? You thought that Malfoys never got desperate?"

"Well, there are ways to make a person pure."

"But you will never go there."

"And why not?"

"You have to kill 7 pure-blooded virgins. Do you think there are any pure-blooded virgins if at all?"

"Oh, whatever. We'll think of something." Draco drummed his fingertips on his chair.

"Well, first things' first, we have to make sure that Potter will agree to the arrangement. If he backs off, you're done for. Then, we have to convince the brute to take a new identity. That might be very difficult, especially considering that he's very important to Dumbledore both as a tool in this war and views him as a grandchild or some rot like that."

"Charming." Draco remarked with a snort. This was turning out to look very difficult.

Snape continued. "Having your mother and father not interfere with you keeping the brat here will be easy. After all, they expect you to take care of yourself and of course, I am here to check on you every once and a while." Snape looked bitter. He was doing more than check on him.

"And then...?" Draco asked.

"We then have to register papers and make a new name for your future wife. Set up a plausible bloodline and have him registered at Hogwarts; your mate has to be constantly near you the first 5 months, after all."

"But before all that we need Potter's cooperation!"

"I haven't gotten to it Draco." Snape narrowed his eyes. "Besides, you are missing a very important point here. The threat of the Dark Lord is still there, now more than ever for you because your father is heavily involved and you are expected to be as well. Chances are that you will be used to access money from your vaults since your father is indisposed of doing so himself.

"Even though Lucius and Narcissa won't visit you much, you have to remember that you have to court Potter publicly, so your parents will HAVE to meet your mate. You need their approval and its crucial that you get it. Potter WILL have to get lessons on proper etiquette and know how to act like a pure-blood if you want this charade to work."

"Right, well... I'll be sure to keep Potter away from the Dark Lord and teach him how to be proper and then?"

"That's it."

"That's all you came up with?"

"I don't see you coming up with any more plans!"

"This sounds easy."

"You are forgetting one thing."

"Oh?"

"You NEED Potter's cooperation!!"

Harry took a walk to the park every Saturday morning. It was the only time of day he had to himself, what with Aunt Petunia, Dudley and Uncle Vernon sleeping in.

This was the last time he was going to have this walk. Tomorrow was his birthday and he was going to be at the legal age!

No more Dursleys, no more Private Drive! He had received a letter from Dumbledore telling him that he would arrive around noon to pick him up and Harry had already packed his belongings.

Harry looked both ways before he crossed the street and stepped onto the park's sidewalk, just as he started to walk on the grass, he heard a voice behind him. "Catch Potter."

With seeker reflexes, he quickly turned around and caught whatever was thrown at him.

Next thing he knew, however, was that there was a tug on his naval and he was gone.

Author's Note: In case you're confused... Lucius Malfoy is the head of the house traditionally, but legally, it's Draco. Join my yahoo group! Link on my profile.

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