Hello everyone. I wanted to get this chapter done as a tribute to the actor who played my favorite character in the Harry Potter movies. I'm very sad to hear that the great actor Alan Rickman isn't with us anymore.

Rest In Peace, Alan Rickman.

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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 35 – The dream (part 1)

"Why, Hermione? A personal 'dark wizard detector'! The best thing that's ever happened to Harry!

"Ron, don't be like that! I told you…"

However, she couldn't finish the sentence as they heard footsteps form the stairs coming down from the Headmaster's Office.

The steps were hard to identify as they varied between slow and quick ones and could barely be heard sometimes as if the person came to a halt. The caracole and the stone walls magnified the sound making it seem like water was dripping from the ceiling of a huge cave. It was absolutely impossible to determine how many people were coming down the stairs and how many remained in the office.

At last, Marie's figure appeared looking pale and tearful. Her posture and lifeless eyes showed how difficult it was for her to process what had happened.

Harry looked similar as he appeared behind the girl. He was looking at the floor and seemed to be thinking hard about something.

The last one descending was Draco who wore his usual closed off expression, making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

"Harry!" Lupin stepped closer. "What did Dumbledore say?"

Snape and his son along with Rowena were curiously waiting for the answer, but Harry turned to Draco.

"We need to talk…"

"I know," he nodded with an unusually sincere look on his face.

Without another word, they made their way to one of the inner courtyards, leaving behind an astonished group.

As soon as they turned on the corner, Ron said "Okay. Hermione, are you coming?"

"Where?" She looked surprised.

"After them of course! What if they fight or something?"

They all shivered just thinking about that.

"I'm going to check up on them! I won't let that pig-face hurt him! Sorry…" he apologized to the teachers about the language. The adults smiled at each other and Rowena nodded.

"Okay. I'll take care of Marie" she offered. "You should go with the kids just in case!"

"I'm not going to sneak around!" Severus snapped.

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"We won't do that," Remus tried to placate him. "We just have to be close in case something does happen."

Lamerin took his father's hand and dragged him after the two already leaving prefects. The professor groaned in protest but followed the others.

Harry and Draco silently walked side by side. The blond boy watched the snow crunching under their steps as the wind blew snowflakes into their hair. Draco shivered and pulled his robes tighter.

Harry's gaze was on his yellow and red scarf.

They stopped in the middle of the yard where the fountain's water was frozen. The students usually destroyed the ice but now it looked beautiful.

Harry was about to sit down on the edge when he saw the snow covering it and decided to stand instead. With a sigh, he finally said,

"You're going to tell him, right?"

Draco's gaze said everything.

"You're going to tell him that my girlfriend is a Squib, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you expected," the blond replied. "Either me or someone else, but he will know about it."

He turned away and a small smile could be seen in the corners of his mouth.

"A glorious deed indeed," Harry said bitterly. His gaze could pierce Draco's back but then he changed to a lighter tone. "Have you ever seen him?"

Malfoy turned around quickly and looked at him with fear in his eyes.

"Have you ever looked into his eyes?" Harry continued in a voice that made them both shiver.

The Slytherin boy tried to gather his shattered pride and turned his back on him again while he clenched his fists.

"So you haven't," Harry answered his own question. He knew the other boy well and started to feel envious again. "I should have known."

When he saw Malfoy's grimace, he pulled up his hands in defense.

"I would be happy about it if I were you…"

"Fortunately, you're not me!"

"Do you expect it to be a dignified scene?"

The blonde stopped when he looked like he was about to walk away.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry said darkly. Draco's eyes filled with curiosity; this was the first time he looked at his nemesis like that. "There will be nothing magnificent… how could there be?" He sighed angrily. "Everyone is crawling in the dirt before him… even you father."

Draco didn't react to his last sentence.

"Do you not know humility?" he asked in disgust.

"Is your pure blood worth it?" Harry tried. "Is it worth kissing his filthy shoes?"

He put his hand on his heart.

"I know very few more dignified people than your father," he admitted. "But even he can't stand in front of Voldemort without kneeling. Do you enjoy being humiliated like that? Do you enjoy that a person inferior to you with dirtier blood orders you around?"

Draco felt like he had nothing to say. He wanted to oppose but Harry's words contradicted everything he thought to be real.

"Everyone is scared of him. That's the easiest way to build power on, don't you understand?" Harry continued as he felt that if he could persuade Draco now, then the boy wasn't a lost cause just yet. "He treats you the same way as his enemies!"

"He rewards us!"

"With what? A skull with a snake?"

Draco closed his eyes, trying to block out the words.

"Though there is no one here" Harry looked up at the castle, "… I hate more than you… I don't wish for you to feel that gut-wrenching feeling I have near him."

"How nice of you!" Draco spat. "I don't need you pity! And I don't care about what Dumbledore has to say either!"

Harry kicked the snow at his feet.

"Dumbledore has nothing to do with this…" he said in a strange voice. Even Malfoy noticed the bitterness in him… and he was secretly happy about it. "He can't do anything anymore."

The blond looked at him seriously.

"This is between us. Me and Voldemort."

"I would be scared if I were you."

"Fortunately, you're not me," Harry smiled tiredly.

Draco sighed but a small smile appeared on his face too then turned to the fountain.

"Snape is with you, right?" he asked suddenly. Since Harry didn't answer, he added. "I saw what I saw. He was fine even though he was holding the girl with both his hands."

Harry felt there was no reason to deny it anymore, so he nodded.

"I should have known. That's why he treats you better lately… and he despises me…" he said with disgust. "He despises me, even though he and my father have known each other for years…"

"Do you remember that injured boy," Harry interjected. "…you practiced the Unforgivables on this summer?"

Malfoy paled.

"How… do you know about that?"

"I was that boy," he admitted.

"WHAT?" Draco screamed in disbelief.

"I knew the Death Eaters were following me, so I changed my appearance. That's why they didn't recognize me. As my luck would have it… I took the appearance of someone they were also after. Thin boy… long, black hair… piercing blue eyes… Can't you guess who that boy was, Draco?" Harry finished.

"Professor Snape's son…" he muttered as the little pieces of information finally came together in his head.

"He was a little angry when he realized that the Death Eaters, his allies, kidnapped his son and killed his wife. And when he heard that your father might have had something to do with it, well… he got a little pissed. If I were you, I would be happy he just despises me…"

Draco collapsed on the edge of the fountain, not even caring about his clothes soaking through with snow. Harry cleaned away the snow and put his scarf down before sitting next to the Slytherin boy.

"Crazy, huh? If it can happen to one of them, what's the guarantee that it won't happen to others? What makes you think it won't happen to you too?

"Don't try to ruin our morals!" Draco spat but his words sounded funny even to him as they both started laughing.

"I never thought we could talk like this…" the Gryffindor noted. "Seems like this year is full of surprises."

"Don't misunderstand," Malfoy warned. Then, he added in a quiet voice. "It was always strange how Professor Snape suddenly had a son this old…"

"Yeah…"

"But why did he keep it a secret?" the blond boy continued thinkin aloud.

"Why do you think?"

"He married a Mudblood?!" Draco paled.

"A Muggle," Harry corrected.

A grimace appeared on Malfoy's face. The kind he used when looking at Hermione.

"There is nothing wrong with that…" Harry crossed his legs because he was starting to feel cold. "I wish you could understand that too…"

"So that's why you're with… her…" he hinted at the French girl. "Aren't you afraid that… your blood will die out?"

"What do you mean by that?" the other frowned.

"With a Squib or a Muggle there is less of a chance to have children with magic."

Harry blinked a few times then started laughing.

"Oh God, Draco! Who the hell thinks about such things at our age?!"

Malfoy looked at him seriously, though he felt stupid for Potter laughing at him.

"It's clear that you're not a Pureblood. We actually care about that."

"Draco" Harry wiped off the tears that came out from laughing, "… we're still kids. Why do you care about getting married? You'll have time for that after you finish school here… And to hate non-Purebloods just for that…"

"It's their fault we have so many Squibs around."

"And Filch? You always rattle us out to him. He's a Squib too…"

Malfoy wanted to say something, but decided to shake his head with a smile. He stood up and got rid of the snow covering his clothes and had to realize that his trousers had a big apple-shaped wet patch on them. He tried to cover it with his hands.

"Just one more question," he started with a completely different expression. "Why did you save my life in there? How did you know that…?"

"The same charm protected me from Voldemort," Harry answered seriously. "Marie is just a little different. Now that we know that it wasn't an accident that killed her parents…"

He sighed. Does his girlfriend feel the same way he felt six years ago when he learnt the truth from Hagrid?

"Her mother probably didn't know who she needed to protect her from. Maybe more people attacked them… Who knows? She must have used the charm unconsciously, against everyone who uses dark magic. According to Professor Dumbledore it is impossible to cast a spell this strong on a Muggle, so Marie definitely had magic… at the beginning. But the spell… probably distinguished it… That's why no one noticed… I recognized the charm because the same thing happened to Quirrel. His body turned into ash…"

"So? Why did you stop it? That was your chance to get rid of me."

"Have anyone ever died because of you?"

Malfoy was caught off guard by the question and couldn't say a word.

"Then you don't know how it feels…" Harry suddenly looked away. "As an eleven year old child it was really difficult to deal with the fact that my parents died because of me… Then just by touching him, onw of my teacher died… Cedric got killed just for being with me. Then… my godfather died because of my hotheadedness… No, you can't even imagine what it feels like to live with this feeling. I don't wish this for you, least of all for someone I love."

For a long time, they just looked at each other without a word, looking for any type of reaction. In the end, Draco was the first to break eye contact. He had to turn to the side, because Pansy Parkinson stood not too far from them, waving to him.

"Dracoooo? Are you coming? The carts are leaving soon!"

Malfoy looked at Harry again who stood up.

"If I were you, I would think carefully of what we talked about."

"Let's just forget these 'If I were yous'," Draco looked up at the sky.

"Okay," Harry grinned. "Good… bye." He added quietly. Every type of pleasantries felt weird with Malfoy.

Draco nodded and left to join Pansy but turned back one more time.

"Congratulation on your escape this summer. It was one of a kind…"

Harry smiled and turned around to go back to the castle.

While Marie quietly drank her delicious tea, Ron exclaimed.

"Harry! Laughing around with Malfoy! I seriously can't recognize you anymore! First Professor Snape! Sorry, Professor…" he turned towards the man. "But nobody would have thought you and Harry to ever get along…"

Snape only shrugged, while his son had to stop drinking as he started chuckling. Remus and Rowena smiled at each other while Gilles and Jules didn't understand what was so funny.

"And now Malfoy! What next? You're going out for a drink with You Know Who in the Three Broomsticks?!"

There was loud laughter in the teacher's room.

"Of course not," Harry said darkly.

He turned to his girlfriend who was watching her cup of tea silently. As he took her hand, the girl looked up. Harry didn't talk; he tired telling her everything with his eyes. Marie's lips started to tremble and she began to cry. She put her cup down and sat in the boy's lap then let herself be embrace by the long arms.

The others looked at them sadly while Remus wondered about how the young Harry reacted when he learnt the truth. He's never asked Hagrid about that…

"Eat some cookies," Rowena pushed the plate closer to break the awkward silence. "I don't think you had time to eat breakfast."

The students happily took the offered sweets while Harry quietly told Marie how those will make her feel better. The girl, after biting into the cookie, looked surprised. She could already feel the calming and warming effect the chocolate had.

Murmurs and footsteps could be heard from outside, so they all turned to the door. Dumbledore stepped into the office with Mad Eye and Tonks behind him.

Snape paled at the sight of the old Auror while Remus happily jumped up from his seat.

"Tonks!"

He took her hand and led her to the couch. The witch with bright red hair waved at the children happily. Snape raised his eyebrows.

"Tonks, you're hair looks great today!" Lamerin noted. "I'll try some crazy color sometimes too."

Severus seemed honestly scared as he looked at his son, which made everyone laugh. Even Marie smiled a little.

"How great it is to meet with foreign colleagues," Moody nodded.

Snape felt the hair stand on his back at his voice.

"These scars… did you get them on the job?" Gilles asked carefully.

"All of them!" Mad Eye said proudly. "This is what awaits every hard working Auror."

As he and the Headmaster walked away, Jules visibly shuddered. Everyone thought he was scared of what dangers lay ahead.

"I'm going to be this ugly?" he whispered to his brother.

The others didn't know how to hide their grins.

"Idiots!" Severus whispered to his son.

For a moment, they could all forget about what had happened that morning…

"So this is your room?" Marie looked around in the boys' room in the Gryffindor tower.

"Yep," Ron nodded then threw himself on his bed. "Now, there's only the two of us. Neville, Seamus and Dean went home for the holidays."

"The common room feels very empty like this…" Hermione added, leaning against the door frame. "There are only two seventh year girls still here beside us…"

Harry ran around the room like a poisoned mouse. He couldn't find anything. While wanting to gather clothes for the next day, he couldn't find one of his socks or his underwear.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"It's okay…" the boy smiled. "We can go now."

"Well… see you tomorrow…" Marie left the room, with Harry on her heels.

Hermione watched as they disappeared on the stairs then looked at Ron questioningly. He avoided her gaze and looked at Neville's bed like there was something really interesting on it. The girl suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Uh… well… then… bye, Ron…" she tried to back out of the room quickly and almost fell over. The girl hid her face as she practically ran to the girls' room.

Harry woke up to a small push. He opened his eyes tiredly but it was still dark. Rubbing his forehead he sat up and looked at himself. He was covered with a blanket and the fire was still burning in the fireplace. There was no one else in the room beside them… so he didn't understand what woke him, until Marie pushed his shoulder again.

The girl was moving around muttering something and Harry soon realized she was having a nightmare. He sat up properly and thought about whether to wake her or let her solve what was bothering her in her sleep. However, the trashing didn't stop and it was now audible as the girl was saying 'No!' over and over again.

Harry frowned and leaned closer. He touched the girl's hair lightly in hope of calming her. To his surprise, Marie appeared to be hot like she had a fever. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead. Harry leaned closer.

"Seriously, Marie, wake up…" he said quietly.

He tried touching her face but she jerked her head away and flailed her arms around. Harry could barely fight her off.

"What's wrong with you?" he aksed louder. "Marie! It's me, wake up! It's okay, just a bad dream…"

He knelt up and leaned closer but Marie became more aggressive. She kept jerking away from Harry's hands, often pushing him away roughly. The boy tried to calm her with words, but nothing worked. He tried to hold her hands down but she kicked him so hard he ended up at the end on the bed.

"What the f…?" he yelled angrily. "Marie!" Trying to get closer to the girl, he tried not to swear. "Enough already!"

He immediately regretted shouting as the girl started screaming. It seemed no matter how hard she tried, every attempt to wake up turned out to be futile. No matter how loudly Harry called her, she didn't wake.

"Marie!" he shook him with all his strength.

The sounds he received as a response scared him. Suddenly, he remembered something…

A year ago, he also had these terrible nightmares. All thanks to…

'Draco… Did he tell him…?!'

He reached for the wand sitting on the bedside table. With his left hand, he grabbed both her hands and with his right he held up the wand to use the only spell he knew could help.

"Legilimens!"

He's only every used this spell consciously once and even then, it was only to project his anger. So he suddenly felt uncertain, as he realized that he already entered the girl's mind.

He felt strange as he opened his eyes and found himself curled up. The first unusual thing he noticed was the light wind. It was pleasantly cool on his face, but his toes felt a little cold. It was then, he realized he was barefoot and his body was covered with a blue pajama. He found it strange, since his body outside was naked on the bad and he never had clothes with that color.

However, he realized there was no time for these things and looked around quickly. Immediately, he felt dizzy because he was levitating, not to mention how high up he was. Just like last time in his own dream. His heart stopped for a moment. Though he was not afraid of highs – he got used to it playing Quidditch – he had to calm his wildly beating heart. He looked around again, a bit more carefully this time and found a nighttime scenery, but nothing looked out of place. Underneath he saw the highway and a few bridges. No cities or towns anywhere, only the beautiful land

Harry felt no life beside nature there. Even the roads were empty; no cars in sight…

Suddenly, he heard someone stepping on the breaks making the tires screech. He turned that way and saw a white car speeding in the night. Small dots floated around it and sometimes even laughter could be heard. They were far from him so he felt helpless. He wanted to get there to see what was happening. Harry tried paddling with his hands, even though it felt ridiculous. Suddenly, he was about half a meter closer so he tried again and found it successful again. As he got closer, the laughter was becoming louder and the small dots were more visible now. People wearing black robes with wands sent curses after the car that was obviously trying to escape form them.

Harry tightened his fingers but the wand wasn't in his hands. He didn't know what he could do now, but noticed that things seemed to speed up no matter what he wanted. The car took sharp turns, trying to avoid the attack, sometimes touching the guard rails. As Harry got closer he heard screams. Before he could do anything, the car suddenly stopped and took a sharp turn but ran off the cliff anyway. He couldn't see anything, but heard the sound of the car hitting the rock and a yellowish light told him the car had blown up.

Harry felt like his heart had stopped and he couldn't understand what he was seeing. He was not part of what was happening, but the hair stood up on his arms as he watched. He didn't have much time thinking as he heard another car approaching. A white car with small dots around it approached him.

'But…' he shook his head baffled.

Almost everything had happened the same way, except that this time, the hooded figures broke the windows and hit the passengers multiple times. Also, this time, the car didn't even slow down before running off the cliff and exploding.

When the car appeared the third time, Harry became suspicious.

'This… is not real...' he realized.

He started looking around, trying to find the source of all this.

A girl with light hair and pink dress floated many meters above him. Her dress and hair were swinging in the pleasant wind and she appeared to be curled up just like how Harry appeared the first time.

'Marie…' the boy reached his hand out.

To his surprise, no sound came out of his mouth. He touched his throat scared, as still no voice came out. He looked at the girl again who was asleep above him. He concentrated on flying and got closer. Harry looked at her from every angle, trying to find something strange, but found nothing except the girl's eyes moving around frantically under closed lids. Her fingers were clenched tightly and sweat appeared on her forehead.

Again, the car appeared on the road and Harry watched the scene again and again – always ending with death – until he realized what was happening.

What he saw was the girl's fear manifesting. She just realized that her parents were murdered and she survived by chance. Her mind was finding ways to process this information, making these bizarre scenes.

Harry however, knew several reasons why this couldn't be what had happened. If the girl had survived, then the white car couldn't have exploded. No one could have survived that. He knew the girl's body and there were no burnt marks on her or scars from serious surgical procedures. So he was almost certain, the tragedy happen some other way.

Plus the flying attackers seemed a bit too much. The Death Eater looking people looked like the result of someone trying to come up with how evil people looked like. No one can just fly, they need broomsticks for that and it was always missing in the repeating scene. The girl was torturing herself with horrible images so that her mind could process how her parents died.

He couldn't blame her though. As a child, he often – when in need of some love and affection – tried to imagine the car accident that killed his parents, which left him with only a scar on his forehead. He could never understand how that had happened and almost felt relief when he heard the truth.

He turned to Marie again with pity showing on his face. He took the girl's hands and leaned close. Since he couldn't speak, he simply kissed her.

'Wake up…' he concentrated. 'Wake up, please…'

A frightened gasp broke the kiss as the girl woke up from her coma-like state.

'Harry!' she said, but she also couldn't speak. Scared, he touched her mouth as despair appeared on her face. 'I can't talk!' she thought.

'It's okay…' Harry shook his head in surprise. 'I heard your thoughts…'

He could only hope she also heard what he was thinking.

'Marie… You need to wake up! What you see here, is not reality… You're just trying to imagine what had happened… but this is all false. You have to realize that or it won't end and you won't be able to wake up!'

The girl nodded and hugged him. They thought that would wake them, but the scene suddenly changed. The wind became stronger and they hugged each other tightly, afraid of what was coming.