A/N: well, i'm not really too bothered about this fic anymore. I just want to finish it now so i can move on. I've grown up since i stared writing it - as you can tell if you've read any of my other stuff. So the chapters are going to be short, possibly disjointed and to the point.

So lets see a little of Harry's perspective as he dives into a new world centred on a different pair of lovers.

Visions

Harry lay back on the fresh grass, a brief sigh of contentment leaving his lips. He had managed to avoid Malfoy the whole day. Not only was it a Saturday, it was a boring Saturday with neither a Quidditch match nor a Hogsmeade visit for entertainment.

After breakfast, Harry had strolled down to Hagrid's cabin, Ron and Hermione in tow – another argument in full swing. However, Hermione had not allowed him much time to chat before she hauled him off back to the library to study. He had been crammed up in a corner pretending to study for many hours, four hours forty seven minutes and three seconds in fact. He was able to convince his friends, however, to break for lunch only with the help of a selection of mouth watering smells wafting up from the kitchens and a few well-chosen words.

Harry had eaten swiftly, escaping to the Quidditch pitch for, what he felt was, a well-earned break. He had thought about rushing back the tower to grab his Firebolt, but doubted he'd actually do any flying and so contented himself with flopping down on the thick, luscious grass and staring up into the sky. He felt little leaps of happiness every time a bird darted across above him and small spurts of joy every time he heard laughter in the distance or the whooshing of someone else taking off on a broom. He loved the freedom that came with the outside, the way the wind constantly whistled and the creatures of the great outdoors were always wild and untameable.

It was with these thoughts in mind that the visions started to come. They were just short flashes at first. Little dashes of silver eyes staring playfully down at him. Flashes of sparkling teeth encased in smiling, perfectly shaped lips complete with ivory skin. But as he lay there into the afternoon, they became longer, lengthening into images that lasted for minutes at a time.

First, the image of him panting and his lungs burning as he ran, one arm slung back as he clutched another hand in his own while his legs pumped. He could hear another set of harsh breathing behind him. Then the image vanished, leaving him panting where he lay on the grass. Then the next vision took hold.

This time, he was sitting on an unevenly shaped bolder, gripping an unknown person to his chest. They were resting between his legs and plastered so close to his body that he couldn't see anything of what they looked like. He heard them sniffle and squeezed them closer to him. Then that too was gone.

The next vision brought a blush to his cheeks and a guilty wave of arousal. His fingers skimmed down perfect ivory skin of another person's abdomen. His mind stuttered when he realised his companion was a male. He gulped mentally when he realised this was the same companion as he had had with him the whole time, the aroma of jasmine was strong in the air and, as he bent to dip his head and lick at this other person's neck, that was definitely what they smelt of.

Harry was annoyed with himself for regretting the moment when this last vision vanished. At the same time his mind was sending out warning signals that this was the time he should go and find Hermione but before he could even move to get up, he was assaulted by another image. Now it was dark and he couldn't see a thing, just feel through this new body that he was temporarily trapped in until he was allowed to knock back into his physical, real body. He felt light fingers brushing on his cheek and the sharp pain of his hair being pulled back to expose his throat, which was promptly latched on to by a slick mouth. The moan that tumbled from his mouth without his permission was not his own, but it wasn't altogether unfamiliar either. Then the image was gone as quickly as it had come and the sun from above him was blinding him.

Then what he innately knew would be the last vision took hold. It was longer than all the others but seemed to be playing on fast forward. He was staring into someone's eyes for what felt like an immensely long time but because of the speed of the vision was only a few seconds. Then he was looking at his face and he was shocked and he was confused. H knew this face. It was different, yes, but it was the same. His lips were perfectly sculpted as if by a Greek God. His skin was as pale as the moonlight that shone down from above them, or that could have been the moonlight itself, he didn't really know; the confusion was muddling his brain. Mercury eyes were glazing over before his eyes. There was also the most similar feature as well. It was exactly the same colour, his hair. The lightest shade of blonde it could possibly be without being white, gleaming out at him, taunting him.

If he could have spoken out load through this borrowed body he would have screamed in anguish, disgust and a list of other things he didn't even know the words for. The vision faded as his lips descended down on those of the Draco Malfoy look-alike and Harry was already up and running to find Hermione like his life depended on it, shaking the last fragments of the image from his head.

R&R

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