Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna finally entered the corridor that was a constant in Harry's dreams. Harry couldn't believe that this was really happening. He led his friends down to the door that he's been to so many times before.

"Are you sure the door is going to be unlocked?" Hermione asked as they got closer to the door.

"It was in the dream, so I don't see why it would be locked now." Harry said. His heart pounded as he reached the door. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took hold of the doorknob and turned. Nothing happened. Harry took out his wand pointed it at the knob. "Alohamora!" Still, the door remained locked. Harry turned to face the others to ask for suggestions, when movement at the other end of the corridor caught his eye.

Draco's POV

Draco rounded the corner and into yet another corridor. He sincerely hoped he was going in the right direction. He was trying to remember every little detail Harry mentioned about his dreams that would help lead him to the right place. He reached two potential corridors to go down and decided to go with the one on the right. As soon as Draco reached the end of the corridor, he heard voices. He looked to the right of him to find a group of people at the other end. He was about to duck back the other way before he was seen, when someone called out to him.

"Draco?!" Draco let out a sigh of relief as he ran towards Harry, who was also running towards him as well.

"Harry! Thank Merlin!" Draco said, catching Harry in his arms and hugging him tightly. "I'm glad I caught up with you!"

"Wait, I'm confused!" Harry said, pulling away from Draco. "If you're in there being tortured, where were you when you were supposed to meet me at five?"

"I was in detention with Snape. I was going to tell you before-hand, but Snape wanted me to do the detention right then rather than later." Draco explained. The rest of the group came over to the pair of them.

"Well we came looking for you and ran into Parkinson…" and Harry launched into what they were told.

"And you believed her?" Draco asked skeptically.

"Well she seemed pretty convinced," Ron interjected.

"The point is, you're here and safe, so can we please return to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, looking about the hall nervously. Harry looked a little reluctant at this suggestion.

"Seriously, Harry? You're not honestly thinking of still going in there, are you?" Draco asked exasperatedly, watching as Harry's eyes darted back to the door.

"Well…" Harry started.

"You've got to be kidding me, Harry!" Ginny yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "We came here to rescue Draco, who didn't even need to be, and now that he's here, we should leave before we get into even more trouble!"

"Hey guys," Neville said, facing away from the group. "I think the door just opened…"

Everyone turned to face the door; it was, indeed, opened. Harry and Draco exchanged looks before Harry let go of him, heading towards the door, the others slowly following from behind. Harry poked his head in, looking left and right; the room was deserted as far as he could tell.

"How did the door open?" Neville asked, standing just behind Harry.

"I dunno. But I'm going to find out," Harry said, pushing the door open further and entering the room. It was just like in his dream; there were shelves everywhere, holding what looked like glass balls that gave off a bluish glow.

"Harry, I have a bad feeling about this," Hermione whispered, following closely behind Ron.

"Perhaps we should turn back…" Draco suggested, catching up with Harry.

"No. I need to know why I was being sent here in my dreams. It must have something to do with these glass balls." Harry said, stopping by one of the shelves and observing the orbs. He could see names on them. Draco sighed impatiently.

"Look Harry, I know you want to figure this whole thing out. But did you ever think that this could be a trap of some sort?" Draco suggested.

"I don't know. I mean, I suppose…" Harry said, starting to look uncomfortable.

"I just don't want you to be risking everyone's life just for this." Draco said. Harry opened his mouth to respond when Neville called out his name.

"Hey Harry! This one has your name on it," Neville said. Harry went over to where Neville was staring at a glass ball that did, in fact, have his name on it. Harry reached out to grab it.

"Maybe you shouldn't –" Hermione started, but Harry had already scooped it up.

"What is it?" Luna asked dreamily. Just then, the atmosphere of the room changed dramatically. The group bunched up together, their wands held out as from all around them, mask clad figures slowly crept out of the darkness towards them, also with raised wands. There was a chuckle as one of them walked forward, ahead of the rest of them.

"My, my, my, the Dark Lord was right indeed," the unmistakable voice of Lucius Malfoy. "You really don't understand the difference between reality and dreams, do you Potter?"

"Father?" Draco said stunned, stepping out from behind Harry.

"Draco? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at school!" Lucius said, looking at Draco in disappointment. "No matter, though. We're here for Potter."

"Well you'll have to go through me to get him!" Draco said as he stepped in front of Harry, shielding him. There was a shrill laugh from within the group of Death Eaters and out stepped Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Look at that! Draco wants to protect his ickle little boyfriend! As if that's going to work!" Bellatrix shrieked. Some Death Eaters laughed along with her. A burning hatred for his aunt burned in Draco's stomach. But her laugh only made him press himself closer to Harry, reaching behind him for his hand; he found it and grabbed hold, squeezing tightly.

"He has us too!" Neville said, stepping to the side of Harry. The others slowly circled Harry as well, so that he was completely protected from all sides.

"Now, now. No one need get hurt as long you do as you're told." Lucius said, smirking unpleasantly. "We simply want the prophecy that you hold, Potter."

Harry looked down at the orb that he was holding and then back at Lucius. "What's so special about this, prophecy is it? Why does Voldemort want it so bad that he had to send dreams to me?"

There were collective gasps as the Death Eaters cringed at the use of their master's name. "Don't you dare speak of the name, you little fag!" one of them screamed from the crowd. Draco was about to lift his wand to jinx said Death Eater, but Harry held onto both hands tightly. "Pass it on to the others."

"Not yet," Harry whispered into his ear. "I have a plan." Draco just gave a slight nod so that no one gave notice. Harry started whispering his plan, hoping the others wouldn't notice.

"Let us calm down, now," Lucius said calmly, turning to look at Harry once more. "It doesn't really matter what the prophecy is about. You retrieved it and now it needs to be delivered to its rightful owner."

"It has my name on it though," Harry said, clutching the ball closer to himself. While Harry was talking to the Death Eaters, Draco leaned slightly to his left (while never taking his eyes off his father) and whispered instructions to Ginny, who nodded. She too leaned over whispered instructions to the next person and so on.

"I don't care what this Prophecy has to say about me and Voldemort –" the others cringed once again –" but if he wants it, I'm not going to give it to you." Harry said.

"I have been patient with you, Potter. Now you either give us the prophecy, or your friends will suffer because of your stupidity!" Lucius said, thrusting his hand out, reaching for the prophecy.

"Like you're not going to attack us when I hand it over anyway!" Harry yelled. "NOW!"

There was one collective yell of, "STUPIFY," and glass orbs from all over exploded as the spells flew left and right, allowing the group of students to run away. But it only allowed a few seconds head start as they were quickly being pursued by the Death Eaters, forcing them to briefly separate. Draco had grabbed onto both Harry and Ginny in the confusion, for they were the closest to him.

"Where do we go from here?" Harry shouted, looking around him for some sort of exit.

"What about the others?" Ginny yelled, looking around as well.

"They'll find their way out. Come on, this way!" Draco said, pulling Harry and Ginny behind them.

It felt as though they were running for nearly twenty minutes. Wherever they ended up, however, was far from where they started. They found themselves in a vast room, almost like a theater, with rows leading up to the stairs that they started descending.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I have no idea. I hope the others made it out, though," Ginny said, glancing behind her worriedly. Just then, there was movement to the right of them; pair of doors was flung open, spewing out Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna.

"Thank God! You guys weren't followed, were you?" Harry asked as he and Ron closed the door they just entered.

"No, I don't think so." Hermione said, bending over and holding a stitch in her side. "We lost them about ten minutes ago."

"Good. Maybe we can try and find a way out of here without them finding us first," Harry said, looking around them for another entrance. Instead, a huge archway caught his attention. It looked ominous, its veil waving eerily about it.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco asked, following Harry, who was heading towards the archway.

"I thought I heard voices…" Harry said distractedly, reaching his hand out towards the veil.

"You crazy, Harry?" Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand before he could touch the veil. "If you're hearing voices behind there, then we should be moving; that might be them!" Draco said, starting to drag Harry away.

"AHHH!" There was a scream. Draco and Harry both acted at once; they wiped there wands, looking for the source of the scream. It was Hermione; she had her wand pointed at a pair of Death Eaters that were making their way from both entrances the little groups used. The others had their wands pointed at the surrounding Death Eaters as well, neither one of them really knowing what to do.

Draco, who ended up behind Harry in the confusion, felt a pair of arms grab him from behind. He went to let out a scream, but found a rather disgusting hand close fast over his mouth, a wand pointed at his throat.

"You'd better give us what we want, Potter!" The voice of the Death Eater said. Draco jumped at the loud voice. "Or I'll kill your little boyfriend!"

Harry turned around, his eyes growing wide at the captured Draco. Movement ceased as the Harry and his friends watched the rest of the Death Eaters move towards Draco and his captures. Draco looked around frantically for his father; surely he really wouldn't let them kill him? But his father was nowhere to be seen.

"I repeat again, boy! Hand us the prophecy, or your little boyfriend dies!" The Death Eater repeated. Without hesitation, Harry stepped forward, the orb clutched tightly in his hand. Draco knew that Harry couldn't give them the prophecy, no matter what. He bit down on the flesh of the hand on his mouth. The Death Eater howled in pain.

"Don't do it, Harry! Don't listen to him!" Draco yelled, but at a terrible price. The Death Eater must have performed the Cruciatus Curse silently, for Draco ended up on the ground, writhing in pain. Draco had never experienced pain like it before. It was as though his whole insides were on fire; he thought he was going to go blind from the pain of it. He heard Harry screaming and tried to open his eyes.

"Stop!" Harry shouted, sprinting forward and throwing the glass orb to the nearest Death Eater, who caught it. Harry bent down next to Draco, who stopped twitching as the curse was lifted off of him. He lay there panting, tears rolling down his cheeks. Every muscle in his body ached.

"Yes! The Dark Lord will be pleased!" The Death Eater said, as the man who caught the prophecy handed him the tiny orb. "And as for you six. You're not getting out of here alive! Starting with you two!" He raised his wand, pointing it at Draco and Harry. Draco screwed his eyes shut as he felt Harry hug him tightly.

"Get away from my godson, you bastard!" there was a flash of light and screaming. Draco opened his eyes to find Sirius physically pounding on the Death Eater that nearly killed them. In fact, Sirius wasn't alone. As he looked about the room, he noticed that there were quite a few people there who weren't before – he knew most them; Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Lupin, and even Mr. Weasley, as well as a few others he did not recognize.

"Come on!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm and helped him up. They raced out of the way of the fighting that was going on between Sirius and that Death Eater. They ran passed others fighting and towards the stairs, where they noticed Hermione and Ginny running up to escape. Draco hoped the others had made it out as well. Just as they reached the stairs, Draco noticed his father running out from behind the veil, the orb in his hand. Draco wrenched himself out of Harry's grip and ran after his father.

"Draco! What are you doing!" Harry screamed after him, running to catch up.

"Getting that prophecy for you!" Draco yelled, pointing his wand at his father, who had no idea his son was tailing him.

"Accio Prophecy!" Draco saw the little orb slip out of his father's hand and into zip straight into Draco's. Lucius turned around as the orb was zipping away to see the smirk on his son's face. Draco recoiled at the murderous looked that crossed his face, and he turned around and bolted, grabbing Harry and redirecting him towards the stairs once more.

They were halfway up the stairs, when Draco was hit with another spell that caused him to double over in pain. He stumbled backwards on a few steps and would have gone completely down had Harry not caught the front of his shirt. Draco could feel the orb starting to slip from his grip and tried to tighten his grip, but found it was impossible as the pain double, causing him to drop it completely. It fell down a few steps before completely shattering. Whatever the prophecy contained could not be heard over the constant fighting.

As soon as the pain had come it went. Draco looked below him to see Lupin, his wand raised and pointed at his father, who was suspended in mid-air by his ankle. Draco got to his feet once more, taking Harry by the hand as they continued up the stairs.

"I don't think so!" A Death Eater appeared at the top of the stairs, blocking their means of escape. He held out his wand, taking a breath to say a spell, but Draco was quicker than he.

"Protecto!" He yelled, knocking the Death Eater off his feet. But more of them appeared at the top of the stairs, causing Harry and Draco to retreat back down the stairs.

"Quick! The door by the archway!" Draco yelled, pulling Harry in that direction. They passed continuous fights as they fought their way through to their only way out. It wasn't until they got to the door that Harry heard Sirius's voice.

"Oh you've got to do better than that, Bella!" Sirius laughed, brandishing his wand as though it were a conductor's baton.

Bellatrix snarled at the nickname and jabbed her wand at her cousin, screaming, "AVADA KADAVERA!"

There was a flash of green light. Draco watched in horror as Sirius's eyes went blank, the smile dying on his face as he slowly fell backward and behind the veil. He looked round at Harry, the same horrified expression on his face.

"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed, not believing what he just witnessed. Harry made to run for the veil, but Draco caught him around the middle.

"Harry, no! They'll get you!" Draco yelled, fighting relentlessly against Harry's struggles to free himself.

"I don't care! I need to save Sirius! He isn't gone! He isn't!" Harry cried, tears spilling down his face.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but there's nothing we can do! He's – he's gone! And we need to get out of here!" It absolutely crushed Draco to see Harry in this pain, but he knew they were lucky to be Sirius' position if they didn't move quickly. Harry seemed to understand there seriousness of their situation, for he completely gave up trying to fight him off. He led Harry off through the double doors and into a deserted corridor.

They continued to wind their through doors and yet more corridors, neither one of them saying anything to the other. It wasn't until Draco saw the glowing blue of the surviving orbs that he knew he was going the right way. He led Harry through the wrecked isles and towards the doors that they started at.

"We're almost there, Harry," Draco whispered in the deserted corridor. He looked back at Harry, he was staring at his feet; he only gave a small nod. This tore at Draco's insides, but he shook it off; he had to be strong for the both of them at the moment. They nearly made it to the atrium with no sign of any Death Eaters and – worse – no sign of Ginny or the others. Draco really hoped that they would be waiting for them in the atrium.

Just then, there was the sound of shuffling feet, and someone knocked hard into Draco, causing him to nearly topple over. Draco looked up in time to his aunt Bellatrix running towards one of the fireplaces. She looked back and gave them a wild smile. Next thing Draco knew, Harry was running passed him, his wand raised.

"Harry, no!" Draco yelled, chasing after him.

"She killed Sirius!" Harry yelled, keeping his eyes focused on the woman in front.

"Awww, did you wuv him. Potter?" Bellatrix yelled from ahead, turning around to make a pouty face at Harry. "Did you wuv my dear, stupid cousin?" She let out a bout of laughter that instantly turned into a sort of screech as she fell to the ground. Draco looked up to realize that Harry was pointing his wand directly at Bellatrix, a look of pure hatred etched on his face.

"Go ahead, Potter! You don't have the guts to do it!" Bellatrix coaxed him. Draco caught up with Harry at looked down at his aunt.

Just then, there was voice that resounded all around them; it bounced off the walls, the floor – it felt as though it was coming from with themselves.

"You're not going to do it, Harry," the voice coldly. Both Harry and Draco looked all around them. The source of the noise was coming from just beyond the entrance to the atrium. The shadow that seemed to be lurking just beyond their eyesight stepped into view, causing Draco to inhale a sharp intake of breath. It was You-Know-Who! Draco instinctively stepped in front of Harry to protect him, but it was fruitless; You-know-Who simply waved his hand lazily.

"Ahhh!" Draco felt himself lift off the ground and thrown across the atrium, landing hard on his left side, the wind knocking out of him.

"Draco!" He heard Harry scream, but try as he might, he couldn't get up. His body was put to the test for the third time that day and this time, he was paying the price. He tried to keep consciousness, blinking his eyes furiously to keep the darkness away, but it was no use. He could feel his eye lids drooping, and he succumbed to the pain that enveloped his body.

Draco wasn't sure how long he was out for, but knew it couldn't've been too long. When he opened his eyes, he could see Harry hiding behind the now broken statue that once stood so beautifully in the center of the Ministry. You-Know-Who seemed to be in another fight with – was the Dumbledore? Draco tried his best slowly inch his way towards Harry without drawing any attention to himself, but it was no use; Draco was solely convinced that he broke a few ribs that caused him to convulse in pain.

Draco, therefore could do nothing as he sat there and watch in horror, as You-Know-Who seemed to turn into some sort of ghost of himself and shoot straight into Harry. Harry was knocked backwards, a look of intense pain crossing his face momentarily. As he landed on the floor, however, they appeared to change from the shocking green eyes Draco came to know so well, to the dark eyes of You-Know-Who.

Harry seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle as he writhed around on the floor. Dumbledore knelt beside him, saying something, but Draco couldn't hear. With strength he didn't know he possessed, Draco crawled half dragged himself towards Harry, who was still writhing on the ground. He didn't know what he expected to be accomplish by what he was about to do, but he did it anyway. He grabbed either side of Harry's face tightly and planted a kiss right on Harry's lips.

"AHHHHHHH!" Draco was thrown off of Harry as he let out an earsplitting shriek that wasn't just his own, and out flew the ghost like creature that was You-Know-Who. Draco watched as the ghost like creature disappeared into thin air. He looked down at Harry, who was panting heavily. Draco leaned down, wrapping his arms tightly around him, never wanting to let him go as silent tears poured down his face.