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Dream and Promise	By : AlysonElizabeth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: This chapter is about what happened to Harry during that final battle and what he has been up to in the past four years. This chapter isn�t NC-17 yet (I�m thinking next chapter will start getting more adult-themed), but it�s a definite PG-13 if not R. Also, I tried to keep the OC�s down to a minimum, so sorry if you think they have too big of a lead.
Thank you for the positive reviews! This is my first HP fic (as I previously stated), so I didn�t know if I was doing okay!

Dream and Promise: Chapter Two

LIFE AND DEATH

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Four Years Ago

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Harry Potter was only half-listening to Professor Vector, opting to doodle on his parchment rather than take notes. It wasn�t as though Hermione wouldn�t fill him in on the lesson later on that night. After all, she was the one who convinced him that Arithmancy would be a fun and exciting class. �Harry, if you really want a job in the Ministry after Hogwarts,� she had told him, �you�d better take Arithmancy.�

Harry hadn�t bothered to tell her that he wasn�t planning on working for the Ministry after Hogwarts, and so he had signed up for the class, which had turned out to be quite the opposite of fun and exciting.

It was only a little over two months into his final term, and Harry was beginning to wish that it would end. There had once been a time when all Harry wanted was to be at school, but ever since the end of his fifth year (ever since Sirius), he had slowly been losing his will to learn, to try ... his will to do anything really. By this time, Harry was just about ready to throw up his arms and just scream for Voldemort to just finish it ... he just didn�t care anymore.

So when Dumbledore stepped in at that time and pulled Harry from class, he didn�t feel the usual giddiness that came when he spoke with the headmaster, but instead felt a pang of dread and he was going to be required to do something.

�Harry, Professor Snape and I have just had a very interesting conversation.� Dumbledore told him as he shut the door to his office. �It seems as though the battle will be coming to a head tonight. It might finally be over before the sun rises tomorrow.�

For a moment, Harry was speechless as Dumbledore�s words sunk in. It could finally be over? Harry was beyond the point of caring whether or not he lived or died, as long as the battle would finally end ...

�How?� he asked, shocked at how weak his voice sounded.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. �The means by which this information came to me is irrelevant. What�s important is focusing on the battle ahead. We�ve began to gather our forces ... at this point, we�re almost 100 strong.� His smile lost some of its power as he continued to speak. �Unfortunately, we do not know how many we�re going to be up against. The main target is Voldemort, of course, but if we do not have the numbers to go against his Death Eaters we may not get to him. That is why I need you.�

�To lay in wait and get Voldemort when he is least expecting it.� Harry thought bitterly. Sometimes, well, most of the time, he truly despised being the Boy-That-Lived. Everyone expected him to be the one to finish off Voldemort ... everyone expected someone who barely made it through school and had the worst work ethic ever to save the world.

�I need you to find any student that is willing to fight against Voldemort.� Dumbledore said, and Harry almost swallowed his tongue in shock. The Headmaster, however, didn�t seem to notice anything, and he kept talking. �I don�t want to involve any of the students, but this is their world too ... however, please only ask sixth or seventh year students. Even though their hearts would be in it, I do not believe that they have the skill to fight in a war.�

�What off these students, then?� Harry asked. �Are they going to fight with the rest of us?�

�Oh no!� Dumbledore said, shaking his head. �You and the rest of the students will be forming a circle around the battle, at least two hundred yards away. Your jobs will be to catch any escaping Death Eaters and immobilize them. Nothing else.�

�You said ... I will not be in this fight?� Harry asked, his blood suddenly going cold.

�Harry, I know that you probably want to fight, but I cannot risk the life of one of my students. Please understand, my only intention is to protect my students, and then to destroy Voldemort.�

Harry nodded, and then quietly excused himself. Classes were still going, but Harry did not want to go back. Instead, he simply wandered the halls, trying to sort his thought. Nothing was making sense to him. For the past two years, all Harry wanted was for this fight to finally end, and now it seemed like it was going to. Better yet, it appeared that he was actually going to live through it, which honestly was something he had always doubted.

But instead of being happy, Harry felt cheated, almost like he had been betrayed. Ever since he had come to Hogwarts, he had been known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the one who stopped Voldemort before and the one who would stop him again. Hell, there was even a prophecy that he would be the one to stop him! And now, instead of being the one who ended it all, like everyone expected, he was going to be shoved to the back, along with the rest of the useless children.

The halls began to fill with students as they were being led from their classes, and it was not long before Hermione and Ron ran into him.

�Harry, where have you been?� Hermione asked him. �You didn�t come back to Arithmancy!�

�I wouldn�t either.� Ron said. He then caught Harry�s gaze, and saw that something was wrong with his friend. �Harry ... what�s wrong?� he asked.

Harry looked at his red-haired friend and realized something. Even if he wasn�t the one who finally killed Voldemort ... even if he did nothing but stand back and watch, Ron and Hermione would always be there for him. They would be with him until the end. Surprisingly, no new sense of hope came with that knowledge, but it gave Harry the kind of peace he needed to pass on Dumbledore�s message.

�The war. It�s going to end tonight.� Harry said, and just like that, it began.
Night had fallen, and the battle was about to begin. About two hundred yards away, just as they had been instructed, almost one-hundred seventh and sixth year students stood, forming a circle around the Death Eaters. Harry was surprised by the numbers who had volunteered their lives; almost all of the Gryffindors were there, most of the Hufflepuffs, over half of the Ravenclaws, and possibly ten or so Slytherins. Harry still had no idea what was going on inside of the battle. They had simply followed Dumbledore�s instructions and had Apparated to a certain spot inside of the Forbidden Forest.

Next to him stood Hermione, next to her Ron, and next to him Neville, Seamus, and Dean.

It was close now. It was going to happen soon.

�I�m not going to just stand here.� Hermione said suddenly, stepping forward out of her hiding spot and running away from the rest of the students. Ron went to go after her, but Harry pushed him back, taking off after the brown-haired girl himself. By the time he caught up to her, they were almost to the Death Eaters, just a few feet behind the hiding spot of several Aurors.

�Hermione! What are you doing?� Harry whispered harshly, pulling her down to the ground and kneeling down next to her. �We�re supposed to catch the escaping Death Eaters!�

�Is that what you really want to do?� Hermione asked him, her eyes burning into his. �Harry, after all he�s done to you, after all of the training you�ve gone through, do you really want to just sit back and not help out at all? I can�t do it Harry. I can�t stay where I�m supposed to be when I can be helping out elsewhere.�

Just as she said that, someone from right in front of them leapt out of hiding, and suddenly, the battle began. Hermione pulled out of Harry�s grasp and raced for the battle, pulling her wand from her cloaks. After a moments� pause, Harry chased after her, grabbing his own wand as well. They reached the clearing at the same time; it was the size of a Quiddich pitch, with possibly 90 Death Eaters inside, surrounded by almost twice as many Aurors, Hogwarts Professors, and others who had come to fight.

Curses were flying everywhere, and to Harry it seemed like the Death Eaters were dropping like flies all over the place.

Hermione pointed her wand and spoke the Killing Curse, aiming it at two wizards who were standing shoulder to shoulder about ten yards in front of her. Harry saw the bright green flash of light, and then the two Death Eaters fell to the ground, revealing Draco Malfoy.

From Harry�s vantage point, he could see that the two who had been killed where Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, but he did not think that Hermione could see that. For a moment, it almost seemed that she wanted to cry (Harry didn�t blame her, she had never used the Killing Curse before), but when he saw Draco go for his own wand, Harry simply Stupefied him, knocking him to the ground.

Harry ran to Hermione, who had collapsed to the ground. �Oh ... Harry,� she cried over the noise of the battle. �I ... didn�t know. I just killed them! I could have just stunned them, but I murdered them ... I just wanted to help...�

�I know, I know,� Harry said, rubbing her back. �You did. Come on, �Mione, you have to get up, you have to.�

�No...� she whispered, and Harry knew what he had to do. Stepping away from her, he aimed his wand at her, and Stupefied her as well. She slumped forward, and for a moment, Harry felt a twinge of guilt for knocking her unconscious, but he knew it was for the best. Dumbledore was right ... the students weren�t ready for battle.

Harry didn�t really think that he was a student anymore.

He waded farther into the battle, finally setting his sights on Voldemort, who was busy trying to save what was left of his followers. Harry could see Professor McGonagall coming up behind him, carrying the sword he recognized as Godric Gryffindor�s. But Voldemort was turning around ... he was going to see her ...

�Voldemort!� Harry yelled, coming into his line of sight. �Over here!�

As was expected, the Dark Lord turned to Harry, his back completely turned from McGonagall. Harry noticed that over the past two years, Voldemort�s appearance had changed, going from skeletal to almost human, although his eyes were still abnormally sunken in and his head was still bald.

�Oh, I was hoping that you would be here,� Voldemort whispered, pointing his wand at him. �I�ve been waiting to do this forever...Avada-�

Just then, McGonagall stuck the sword into his back, cutting off the rest of the curse. However, it still had some power behind it, and the beginning of the spell struck Harry square in the chest, knocking him back some hundred feet or so into the forest, shoving his body into the roots of a tree, hidden from everyone else�s sight.
Some hours later, Harry woke with the strange feeling that someone was watching him. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze locking with a pair of silver-red eyes that were right next to his own. He yelped and tried to pull himself away from the creature, but he found that he couldn�t move ... his back had been broken by the impact.

His breath was coming in short and it seemed like Harry couldn�t breathe. Suddenly his gaze started to fade out, but he heard voices around him. He tried to listen, to make out the words ...

�You�re dying, little one.� something said, probably the thing that owned the silver-red eyes.

�He saved our world.� another said. �He�s the Boy-Who-Lived.�

�He will not live much longer.� said the first, moving even closer. To Harry, it felt like its head was in the crook of his neck. �He is strong ... I can feel his power, even near death.�

�We have been so alone.� cried the second. �Please ... do it.�

There was a sharp pain in his neck ... but Harry couldn�t move, couldn�t see, couldn�t do anything to stop the cold ice from cutting into his veins. His heart was pounding, but it was slowing down ... his breaths were slowing down ... he was dying ...

When Harry woke again, it was not slow. Instead, it was instantaneous; one moment he was sleeping, the next, he was awake, sitting up and looking around. Something was very, very different, but he could not tell what it was.

�Oh look, he is awake.�

The voice came from behind him; it was a loud, humming noise. Harry could swear that he heard each individual vocal chord move from the creature�s throat. It came into his sight then. A dark beauty, her hair long and dark, cascading down her back and framing her snow-white face. Her eyes were now just silver, her lips pale and her face sleek.

Behind her stood a man, tall, strong, with brown hair and blue eyes. His head rested on top of hers, his arms wrapped around her. When he spoke, Harry recognized his voice as the second creature he heard in the forest. Harry got the distinction that these two were a couple.

No, they were not a couple ... something in his head whispered mates.

They were mates then.

The man spoke. �How are you feeling, Harry?�

�I�m fine.� Harry discovered that his voice sounded strange to his own ears as well. Everything seemed too loud, too bright. �What happened?�

�You were dying,� the woman said, coming closer to him. �We found you in the woods. We healed you ... changed you, and brought you home.�

Harry heard this and looked around. He knew that he was underground somewhere. The roots in the walls and ceiling were a giveaway. The walls were mostly stone, the ground was made from soft furs. The little home was really just a room, dim, with no windows. There was a bed in the corner, but no other furniture.

�Do you know what we are, Harry?� the man asked.

Images filled Harry�s mind, memories from DADA class that he thought were forgotten. �Vampires.� he said, and then came to a realization. �I�m a vampire?�

�Yes child,� the man said. �You were dying, so we made you.�

�Why?� Harry asked.

The woman sat down next to him on the floor, placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly. �My name is Donia, and he is Edan, my mate. We have been living in this forest since before the time of the great wizards who built your school. Not long ago, our blood-daughter, Catherine, left us to explore this world, and since then, we have been alone. So when we found you in the forest, dying and alone, we took pity on you and created you, made you our new blood-son.�

Harry nodded, and leaned back into the strong hands that were massaging his shoulders. �So, I am your son then?�

�Yes, but not in the way humans think of it.� Donia said.

�How is it any different?� Harry asked, and then Donia turned his head towards hers, pulling him into a fierce kiss that lasted for hours.
Over the next two years, Harry learned what it was like to be a vampire. Donia and Edan taught him everything from feeding to fucking. Before he was turned, Harry had never imagined having sex with a man, but when Edan first entered him just two days after his death, Harry knew that he would never hold any discriminations on sex.

But, after two years, Harry began to dream of the outside world again. Donia and Edan had lived in the Forbidden Forest for millennia, it was their home and their way of life, but Harry was more socially inclined. His �parents� sensed this, and one day, they said goodbye to him.

Harry lived the next year of his vampiric life to the best of his ability. The first thing he did was go to Muggle London and have himself a virgin, and then a prostitute. He played viciously with families, he murdered children and pets, and when he was especially bored he even burnt buildings down. It was as though his first life had been a shadow; now he was free to do whatever he wanted to do, and so he did.

Eventually he made his way back to the wizarding world. Curiosity had got the better of him, and he wanted to know exactly what had happened after Voldemort was defeated. So he disguised himself and went into the Leaky Cauldron, looking for a familiar face.

He found George Weasley, alone, at a table, so he sat next to him.

�Hello there.� Harry said, but George just stared at him. Harry knew why; after all, who wouldn�t stare at a beautiful blonde woman?

�Cat got your tongue?� Harry said playfully, and George just nodded. Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, �Upstairs.�

Moments later Harry pulled George into an upstairs room, locking the door behind the red head.

�So George, what have you been up to the past two years?� Harry asked, dropping the disguise. George�s eyes nearly popped out of his skull in shock.

�Harry?� he whispered, before reaching out and hugging the vampire with all of his strength. �Is it really you?� he asked as he pulled away.

�Yes, it�s really me.� Harry replied with a smirk. Oh, if only George knew the truth.

�Where have you been? Everyone thinks you�re dead!�

Harry smiled. �I�ve been around. I needed to take a bit of a ... vacation. So I just took off, did some traveling, tried to figure out some things. But now I�m back.�

George just kept on smiling. �It�s a good thing, Harry. Everyone will be so glad to see you ... there�ll be tons of parties!�

Harry�s grin dampened. �Yes ... speaking of everyone ... I never really got the story of what happened after ... the last battle. Would you mind filling me in?�

George�s grin dropped as well. �You mean, you never heard?�

Harry shook his head.

�Wow,� George said, �Wherever you squirreled off to, it sure must�ve been hidden. A lot of good happened that night, minus you missing, of course. McGonagall got Voldemort in the back with a sword, and all of the Death Eaters were either killed, or got the Dementor�s Kiss.�

�Really?� Harry asked, somewhat shocked. �All of them? Seems a bit cruel.�

George shook his head. �Not really, considering what they were going to do if they continued. Dad got promoted to Minister of Magic just before all of the trials began, so he sentenced them all. We were all so proud of him.�

�I understand.�

George stopped talking for a second, and then began again, as if he remembered something important. �Well, not every one of them got the Kiss. Draco Malfoy was spared.�

�He was a Death Eater? � Harry asked.

�No,� George replied, �he wasn�t. But the reason they were all gathered in the clearing was because that was when he was supposed to get it. But because he wasn�t a real Death Eater, and because they couldn�t prove he was really going to get the mark, they couldn�t give him the Kiss. So, instead, they stole all of his magic from him, and banished him from the wizarding world forever.�

�Really?� Harry asked, intrigued. That kind of punishment even made him cringe.

�Yeah. Last we heard from him, he had enrolled in some college in Northern England. He�s going to live and die as a Muggle. I think it�s good justice.�

Harry nodded, and then let George tell him about the rest of his friends. Hermione and Ron had gotten together (shock, really), Dumbledore was still Headmaster, and there was peace in the world. When George said that last part, he got this strange look of happiness on his face and his smile turned reflective and Harry thought that his face was just glowing for a moment.

It made him sick, so he did the only thing a vampire in his position would do.

He felt the change come over him; his senses clarified (lights became brighter, sounds more resonant, and the wood under his fingers suddenly became a whole different texture), and he could feel the color of his eyes change and two long canine teeth drop from his gums.

George�s face instantly lost its happy glow as he truly saw what Harry had become. He stood up from the bed in the room, and backed away quickly from the ex-wizard, running into the locked door, trying desperately to pry the knob open.

�George, don�t be scared.� Harry cooed, stepping towards the frightened man. �I promise that I�ll be gentle.�

�You - you�re a monster.� George said. �A vampire.�

Harry laughed. �And here they said that you and Fred never learned anything in school.� With that he lunged for George�s neck, biting into the flesh viciously, tearing into the meat. George�s hot, living blood literally poured into Harry�s mouth, and even though he tried not to spill a drop, some still dribbled out of the corners if his mouth.

Harry had to give George credit; he knew that his bite was particularly painful, but George did not make a sound as the life was literally pulled away from him.

It did not take Harry long to finish off the Weasley twin. When he was dead, Harry did not just simply dump his body on the ground; George had been his friend after all, and Harry supposed that he deserved better. So, taking care not to bruise the cold flesh of his best friend�s brother, Harry carefully laid George�s body out on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes so that he looked just like he was sleeping, that is, if you ignored the deep wound on his neck.

Harry replaced the glamour and slipped out of the Cauldron.
After that night, finding out where Draco was became his new obsession. Harry couldn�t explain why he was so preoccupied with finding him; at first he thought it was because of some old human vendetta, but as the search continued, taking Harry to a dreary town called Newcastle (in Northern England, near Scotland)Harry realized that it was not just some revenge scheme.

Harry was lonely. For two years, he had been constantly surrounded with two others of his kind, but they were not the company he needed. They were too old and too in love with each other to ever treat Harry as an equal. No, what Harry needed was a mate of his own, someone he could share the night with.

But why had he chosen Draco? That answer came easier than Harry had thought. He couldn�t go after one of his old friends, like Ron or Hermione. There was too much baggage that would be involved with that (not that he wouldn�t love the challenge). Too many people would know. But Draco? The boy had been stripped of his powers and exiled. The situation had �sacrificial lamb� tattooed on it, which left Harry salivating.

He finally pinpointed Draco�s location, an on the night of October 16, four years to the day after he had been killed, he gave Draco a little visit.

And got a taste of what was yet to come.
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