Sorry I know I should be writing my other stories or getting AngelBabe's old stories out there but this idea was nagging at me and I was curious! What do you all think?

Disclaimer! I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters! And the repeated Death idea came from South Park obviously :p

Renascitur Mortem

Summary: What would happen if Harry had died the night of his parent's murder? Magic has other plans and brings him back. Harry's the chosen one and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. Now as long as Voldemort's Spirit Roams the Earth Harry literally can't stay dead and no one seems to remember when he does. Will anyone believe Harry? How do you help someone cursed with the ability to die only to wake up again in bed the next morning? P.S. I got this idea from South Park. Kenny's killed in nearly every episode…. YOU BASTARDS jk lol.

Warning!~ Repeated Character Deaths ! Explicit Content and Slash Lemons later don't like don't read!

Acceptance

The Heat

A Hard body

Friction

A low groan… Draco fought back a cry as his lovers hips rocked against his. He needed… he yearned. Panting wildly he struggled to breathe while moving with the others rhythm. Searing lips attached to his neck while his hips pivoted into Draco's without abandon.

"Harder," Draco pleaded desperately, he needed this, with all the stress lately he needed release. He'd been avoiding Potter all week and needed some sort of release. He NEEDED this.

His lover took on a more punishing rhythm nearly drilling him into the mattress causing Draco to cry out, "You saw me, you saw it."

Draco fought his clouded mind, attempting to dissect what the other man was hissing in his ear, 'Saw what? What was he saying?' blinking hazily he tried to look at his face.

The rocking stopped as the other mans hands suddenly clamped down on Draco's throat. Suddenly he could see it. Potter leaning over him fully dressed with his hands crushing Draco's windpipe. Draco choked, clawing at his hands.

"You saw me DIE! Didn't You! Why didn't you stop me?" He shook Draco by his throat violently, "I DIED! YOU SAW IT!"

"NO!" Draco somehow denied, struggling violently in Potters hold.

"HELP ME!" Potter shouted as a violent Bang rang out and Potters head seemed to explode.

Draco sprang up in bed screaming and flailing like a manic. Panicking even more when he felt hands grabbing him.

"DRACO!"

Blinking rapidly his roommates Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Gregory Goyle came into view. Draco fought desperately to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" Blaise asked hesitantly glancing back, before looking at Draco searchingly.

Draco frowned wondering what the look meant, before spotting Vincent Crabbe on the ground holding his nose and watching Draco warily.

Guilt, it was all Draco could feel in that moment. "Did I hit you?"

"You struck me in the nose, but I'll live… Are you okay?" Vince asked quietly. The boy was actually incredibly shy, people often believed him to daft to speak, which suited the boy fine as he was never called on in class.

Draco shrugged, pulling his knees to his chest, "Just a night terror."

"Again?" Theo asked in concern, glancing over at Greg in concern. Draco was fairly certain the two were dating secretly, but figured they'd tell them when they were ready. Theo had had a hard life, his father being an alcoholic and his mothers many 'lovers'. Someone like Greg, who felt an almost Gryffindor like need to Protect people he cared about, was perfect for the unnaturally soft hearted and broken Slytherin.

Draco smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'll be okay Theo, don't worry, and go back to bed. All of you," He waved a hand at them airily. Only in the safety of their room would they act so close, outside of this room, they were purebloods… Slytherins. This room was where they could be weak, outside it they'd be eaten alive.

Blaise gave him a shrewd look before tapping his bed post lightly, "No more Silencing spells on your bed okay, lucky Greg saw you thrashing on his way to the loo. I'll tell Severus if you put them up again, if you need dreamless Sleep potions he'll give them to you."

"I'm fine, and dreamless sleep potions are addictive." Draco groused childishly, picking at a loose string on his bed sheets. He doubted they would help anyway, he saw it when he was awake too.

Blaise shot him a narrow look, "Then maybe you'd like to talk to someone about why you're having nightmares so suddenly?"

Theo, Greg, and Vince looked at him imploringly, as if silently begging him to talk to them.

Draco hesitated before hugging his knees and shaking his head softly, while avoiding Blaise's sharp gaze. He heard Blaise sigh and heard the rustle of clothes that told him he was running his fingers through his hair again. He'd been doing it a lot lately.

"Talk to me mate, what happened? This isn't healthy," Blaise near pleaded, he sounded so lost, he had never heard his friend beg like this before. Theo, Greg, and Vince said nothing, but the silence itself was telling. They were worried. Draco almost wanted to tell them, but he knew he couldn't, he'd sound crazy!

After doing a little snooping around he'd figured out that Potter was telling the truth. If Potter HAD pretended to blown his brains out in the Great Hall, someone was bound to be talking about it. But no one said a word, and the few random students he'd asked had looked at him like he was mad before he'd cast a simple Obliviate to erase the conversation. He couldn't have them running around talking about him asking them that question now could he?

So Potter was obviously telling the truth… he died, and no one other than himself seemed to remember. But why-

"Dammit Draco," Blaise interrupted his thoughts, a pained scowl on his face, "Why do you keep shutting down? Talk to us, please!"

"I can't!" pain laced his denial as he shook his head, he stared up at his Italian friend with tortured eyes, "I can't, please Blaise, not tonight. I'll talk to Uncle Severus tomorrow, I promise I will."

Blaise hesitated, knowing subconsciously that he wouldn't. Draco had made this promise before, a promise he never kept, he just wanted to bury it and pretend it never happened. Blaise sighed heavily in defeat, gesturing helplessly at his friend, "Tomorrow then."

Draco listened silently as his friends shuffled back to their beds, holding back tears of frustration and fear. He kept seeing it. Maybe not the same as it was in the Great Hall, but every night now he'd wake up after watching Potter die. Always in that same gruesome manner with his head blown to bits, he couldn't get it out of his head. Draco choked on his pitiful sobs, it wasn't fair, and why was he cursed with the memory of Potter's weakness while everyone else got to forget. Not only did he have to watch Potter Die every night, but he had to watch the boy do it to himself! How tortured did you have to be to end your own life! Even if Draco knew he'd wake up the next day… he didn't think he'd be so bold as to take his own life. It was madness.

When he'd heard the last of his roommates breathing even out, Draco eased his body out from under his heavy duvet and eased his warm feet onto the contrarily cold stone ground. Draco flinched as the ground seemed to suck the warmth from his feet like a dementor. He quickly shook it off swiping his wand from under his bed. Despite his best efforts of keeping his wand close at hand under his pillow it always somehow wound up under his bed. Draco quickly tiptoed across the room silencing the door so it wouldn't squeak as he eased it open and slipped out.

xXxXxXx

Draco wandered aimlessly through the hallways no specific destination in mind. He somehow wound up on the fourth floor in his efforts to avoid teachers, and Filch and his Cat. He slowed near a window leaning against the ledge to look out at the night. Black spread like a sheet over the sky, it almost looked as if someone tossed a blanket over the world, with holes poked in it letting only the bare minimum of light to leak threw. It was a moonless night, it was beautiful.

Draco stiffened at the soft sound of a shoe scuffing the ground. Whipping around he expected to see a teacher or maybe even Filch. No one. A long empty Hall way stretched on before him. Glancing around suspiciously, Draco decided he'd wandered enough and that it was time to head back to his Dorm. Walking slowly at first Draco kept his ears sharp listening for the steps he knew would come. Sure enough the second he began walking he heard the steps behind him. Clenching his wand tightly in his hand Draco shot off like a Fire bolt and dashed threw the Halls, the pursuing steps ringing loudly in his ears. Draco had barely made it into the Dungeons when his pursuer tackled him into an abandoned Classroom.

Draco shouted in surprise watching fearfully as the doorknob glowed with the use of a locking charm. He glanced around franticly for his assailant only to blink at the seemingly empty room. Invisible hands caught his sleep shirt and dragged him to his feet, only to shove him violently into a wall. Suddenly the object of his recent nightmares was in his face, a cloak being thrown to the ground. Draco couldn't be blamed for his instinctual reaction. Potter had startled him after all.

"You BASTARD! COWARD!" Draco roared smacking at him violently, "CRAZY, NO GOOD, STUPID, BASTARD!"

Potter seemed shocked and did his best to fend off Draco's violently flailing hands. Draco knew he'd caught him in the face a good few times and felt a small surge of pride at the thought.

"Malfoy what the hell?!" Potter grunted scrambling to catch the rogue weapons. He finally caught the smaller boy's wrists and gave him an unimpressed look of disbelief.

Draco merely scowled defiantly at the taller boy, he hoped he got in a few shots, the bastard would deserve it for traumatizing him. He could admit it, if only to himself. The thought of Potter killing himself was not a pleasant one. Hero's weren't supposed to be that weak.

Potter frowned seeming to look intently at his face glancing between his eyes, "Have you been sleeping at all?"

"Seriously?" Draco demanded, glaring at the utter imbecile for asking such a stupid question, "Did you honestly just ask me that?"

Potter frowned seeming a bit annoyed at Draco's tone. He damn well hoped he annoyed the raven, it'd serve the bastard right!

"My classmate blows his bloody brains out in the middle of supper and you're asking me if I'm alright?" Draco retorted callously, staring down the raven as if daring him to tell him otherwise.

Potter faltered, turning awkward suddenly, "But I'm alive?" He offered lamely, as if that changed anything.

"You still died Potter," Draco countered ruthlessly, refusing to be the one to break eye contact, he wanted to watch the idiot squirm, "I still watched your brains spill across the floor. Do you have any idea what that does to a person?"

Potter blinked dumbly slowly releasing Draco's wrists as he took a step back, "You hate me." It wasn't a question.

"I never said I wanted you dead Potter… I may not like you. But I never thought you'd be callous enough to do something like that." Draco felt unwanted emotion choke his words and cleared his throat awkwardly.

Potter shook his head slowly never looking away from him, "No one remembers."

"I remember," Draco corrected firmly, finally looking away with his next admission, "I remember every night."

Potter shifted awkwardly, his right hand jumping to his hair to ruffle it, "I'm sorry."

"No you're not," Draco accused eyes piercing into Potters once again, "Because you're not sorry you did it."

Potter couldn't seem to deny that accusation, so Draco took his leave. Potter got what he wanted, he got Draco to admit he'd seen it… hopefully now he'd leave him be with his night terrors. Though Draco doubted he'd free of them. He wanted sleep, he wanted the bliss of a forgotten dream. He'd taken his peaceful night rest for granted. Maybe he would talk to Severus. Maybe he could find a way to convince him he wasn't crazy. Maybe he could convince him that he really did see Potter's death every time he closed his eyes.

xXxXxXx

It'd been a week since they spoke, two weeks since he watched Potter die, not a word.

Draco rubbed his hands together, trying to force more blood to flow through them, he was always cold in potions class. The dungeons were always cold and wet, he hated them. Glancing up he saw Potter glancing at him discreetly, grimacing he looked away, using his breath to warm his hands. Despite not speaking Draco had often caught Potter watching him, if only from a far. He didn't know how he felt about that.

They were working in pairs and had been sure to get their early and beg his Godfather to pair Potter with anyone else but him. In his usual grouchy manner, the man agreed and pair Potter with Longbottom instead. Potter had looked horrified and shot Draco a strangely apologetic look.

They'd been working in silence for all of twenty minutes when something went terribly wrong. Longbottom, too busy dithering over Potter for some reason, added Valerian Root instead of Burdock Root. Draco felt as if time itself slowed down. Neville jumped back as the Potion hissed violently, Potter unfortunately wasn't as lucky, and wound up with a face and mouthful of the violently orange potion.

"Professor Snape!" Draco shouted, panic rushing through him wildly. Valerian root reacted violently with many of the main ingredients in this potion, and Draco knew instinctively that they needed to act quickly or Potter would die… again.

His Godfather swept quickly across the room as Potter choked trying to breathe as his lungs quickly collapsed, "MOVE! NOW! LONGBOTTOM YOU FOOL!"

Longbottom was sobbing hysterically against the wall, watching Potter suffocate on the Potions room floor.

"Valerian Root! He used Valerian Root!" Draco shouted frantically, cradling the slowly dying saviors in his lap.

Granger and Weasley were on either side of him babbling on about 'holding on' and 'you're going to be ok'. They were crowding him, Draco sent granger a glare, "Professor Snape needs ROOM!"

Granger paled, scrambling to her feet and dragging the red head back a few steps as the Potions master came barreling back over.

But it was too late…

Potter's firm grasp on his wrist had slackened and his eyes were slowly dimming. Draco quickly felt for a pulse as Snape prepared to force feed the antidote to the boy.

"Professor," Draco murmured through numb lips as his Godfather forced it down the boy's throat.

The Dark man stared at Potter's face as if expecting the boy to move. But he wouldn't, he was gone, "He's dead."

Granger and Longbottom wailed in denial, Weasley numbly allowed the girl to slip from his grasp to the floor. The Gryffindors shouted their denial of his admission, while the Slytherins stared in silent disbelief. His Godfather twitched before shaking his head.

He pounded his fist roughly on Potter's chest, "Get up!"

"Severus?" Draco questioned, staring at his Godfather in surprise, the numb feeling of watching Potter die again still clouding his mind.

Severus shook his head again more violently, "He's not dead, just stubborn. He's a stubborn Bastard, like his Father. There's always a Potter about to make my like difficult. Wake up Boy, wake up!" Severus shook Potter's lifeless body violently.

Draco twisted pulling Potter away from his obviously distressed Godfather's hands, "Severus, stop it! Call the Headmaster… for Merlin sake someone get Dumbledore!"

Thomas and Vince dashed quickly from the room letting the door swing open freely behind them, not that the heavy wooden door allowed for much swinging.

Draco didn't realize he was rocking, he didn't realize he had such a powerful grip on Potter's body either. Not until Blaise was trying to pull him away.

"Draco?" Blaise called loudly, obviously not for the first time. Blaise, Theo, Granger, and even Weasley were looking at him in concern, and suspicion on Weasley's part. The suspicion on Weasley's face he was use to, but concern? He'd never thought the red head would ever be worried about him.

Granger gave a trembling smile as she hesitantly placed her hand on his, which was wrapped around Potters chest, "You can let go now Malfoy?"

Draco glanced down at Potter's messy hair, and his hands he could just see over the top of Potter's head. With slow trembling hands he released the currently dead boy in his arms.

Was this really happening? Would Potter be back tomorrow? What if the last time really was a prank? Was he really dead this time? Would everyone else forget tomorrow? If Potter really did die, and no one ever remembered, why was he only remembering now? Had he been there at any of Potter's other supposed deaths? If he was, why only now?

"Malfoy," Granger was touching him, normally he'd be throwing a fit, but right now…

Granger stiffened in surprise as Draco broke down, no one would remember tomorrow anyway if Potter was telling the truth. So he cried. He broke down and began sobbing into the girls shoulder. That seemed to be it for the girl as she began shaking and crying as well hugging him back just as tightly.

So my laptop got Stolen. I lost all my stories and now I have to take the time to rewrite the Chapters that I had finished. this is part of one I'd had in my email. I read through it Edited the parts I'd changed. But I wanted to put SOMETHING out there. Please don't hate me! :( I'll be moving soon to a better neighborhood so hopefully something like this won't happen again. anyway I hope you enjoy this Chapter! Leave a review~