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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 2 - Beginnings

Harry was sitting on his bed, thinking of how big a coward he had been. Harry had run from Draco earlier that morning. When they had broken the handshake, Harry turned and ran back to the castle. He had not even looked back. He admonished himself for his childlike behavior and the fear he felt that made him run.
He was now afraid to face Draco. Something radical had happened, yet he was too scared to figure out what it all meant. Yet he needed to explain things and that meant facing the blond once again. He looked down to his hand, it looked the same as it had always looked to him. Even in his vision, his hands never seemed to change. This with Draco, it was new, exciting, and strange. Harry did not like new, he had lived over 20 years, far beyond his current age. Yet even in that life, nothing like this had ever happened.
In that moment, there were no visions, no inclinations of the future, no ‘sight’. There was only fire. The fire was all consuming, reminiscent of the Fiendfyre. Inside him it still burned, he was changed, touched, marked, branded. Though there were no outside marks, he still felt the branding down in his soul. He would understand this, know this. He would face Draco again, he could not let his fear of the unknown conquer him.
Harry moved off his bed, still it felt off… His bed, the red hangings thick and rich, the sheets crimson and clean. The bed was smaller than he was used to, or at least thought he was used to. How strange it feels, knowing it was a vision, yet feeling like you are living a dream of memories. He opened his nightstand drawer and retrieved a quill and small bit of parchment. His heart gave a leap knowing Hedwig would be delivering this note. No matter how many times he had seen her since the vision, he could not help smiling. She was beautiful, soft and alive. Something about that bird had always touched him. Even in his vision, he had never fully replaced her. Ginny had a family owl, the boys got their own when they started, but Harry, he could never bring himself to actually purchase a new one for himself. Hagrid tried once, but Harry refused and Hagrid kept the bird for himself. Grief was an old friend in his life.
Harry smiled now, that was not really the past, and it wasn’t going to be the future.
Harry pened a quick note and sent for Hedwig. She flew to his window after a few minutes. He took the time, as he had never really done, to pet her, talk to her and look at her. She got a bit anxious for her task and nipped him a bit affectionately. He tied the note to her leg and she took off.
Draco had not really moved. He stayed in his quiet place in the forest. It was peaceful, calm and far away from all the other students. He really wasn’t upset. He had seen the apprehension in Harry’s eyes. The running away just made sense, they would talk soon. The issue with the coin was the intriguing one. Those coins are never wrong, charmed by Merlin himself and passed down in the Malfoy family for centuries. As far as he knew, only two other pure blood families possessed such a token. Each had been given, as a gift for good deeds by Merlin to several who had helped him in the defeat of Mordred and LaFey.
Those coins were treasured objects. Most often they were given to lovers for safe haven, and in most cases, save for one, kept within the family after the marriage. That was actually how Narcissa came into possession of one. Lucius had given her one after he fell in love with her after their school years. It was for emergencies, but Narcissa had been curious. During a long absence, which Lucius had to go and do business for his father in Albania, She used the coin. And it dropped her right in the middle of Lucius’ bed chamber at one of the Albanian Malfoy properties. He was upset, but they were both ecstatic to see they were meant to be together. That event led to the proposal, eventual marriage and well everything else.
For Harry to be sent to him, that was an unexpected surprise. Harry must really have done something great for the Malfoy’s for his mother to have given such a gift. Though at this time, his mother may not know to whom Harry was sent. He wasn’t sure if he should be the one to tell her. In light of recent events, He probably should, so his father would know to meddle no more into Harry’s affairs. If, as the coin suggests, they are the other half to each other, then his family will have to re-think their loyalties.   Draco was happy with that thought. The Dark Lord had never appealed to him. It really was his father’s teenage inclinations that got his family caught up in this mess. His father could be brutal, no doubt, but not intentionally for no reason. The whole incident with the diary had gone extremely wrong. His father filled him in after the Chamber incident and Harry defeating the Basilisk. The School usually was very good at detecting Dark Artifacts that he was sure someone would catch it before any damage would be caused.   He had wanted that thing out of the house as it was starting to cause problems with his mother and father. He had actually meant to slip it to Harry, but Ginny was closer. He had remorse, but he would not allow the incident to be publicized and ruin the family name.
His father was also known for his temper. Poor Harry had triggered that when he freed Dobby… His father was already stressing out about how to keep things under wraps when the incident occurred. Draco had been on the receiving end of that anger before. His father said he had only meant to scare Harry, not actually kill him, but Dobby protected him. For which Draco was now grateful. And even with all that, what had Harry done for his family? Something big, and far reaching. Harry had mentioned something about his love life path. And Draco pondered that a moment. His soul still burned from their connection, but just the thought of Harry with someone else did not sit well with him.
Draco looked up at the sound of wings, Hedwig was coming closer to him. This was good, communication at least. The beautiful bird extended her leg and he took the parchment. He looked around but had nothing to offer her. She only bowed her head a bit, and he pet her gently and let her take off once again.
   Sorry. Can we talk after lunch. Astronomy Tower?
       Harry
The handwriting was atrocious to say the least. But at least he could read it. Draco smiled at himself. Well so far they were not attacking each other so that was good. The new start could be just what they needed, though friends would be a problem on both sides.
It would be strange shedding his Malfoy demeanor and just being Draco. How would Harry’s friends receive him? Would Ron hit him, or worse Hermione. Draco absently rubbed his nose, long fixed, but the echo of her rage was still there. He cringed a bit on the inside. His own friends, he wasn’t sure about. He had been toeing the Malfoy line for so long, was it too late? Greg would be easier, he was like a pliable teddy bear, apt to be nice, but mean if you threatened on of his friends. And he was loyal to Draco who had sort of adopted him in the first year. Vincent may be tricky, his father was a real supporter and Death Eater. Blaise was more neutral and Pansy, well he wasn’t sure where Pansy’s loyalties lay. Others in his house he was wary of, so many were Death Eater children, brainwashed to actually believe the rubbish the Dark Lord spouted. Most were not even pretending.
Draco pocketed the note, though loath to leave his solitude, he made his way back to the castle. He wasn’t really prepared for what was to come, but he knew if he allowed himself this luxury of discarding his mask, it would be worth it. Plus, once his family knew about the coin’s choice, they would be ecstatic. His mother was always a hopeless romantic at heart. If anything he may have gotten that from her. Draco felt unease pass through him, he was closer to the Dungeons. Giving the password he entered easily. The common room still held that gloomy glow he had grown accustomed to. Crabbe was dozing on a couch by the fireplace, and Goyle was eating some kids snack from off one of the tables. Draco said nothing as he moved along the staircase, up towards his room. He laid down on the bed and just relaxed. He noted the color of the hangings were just as brilliant green as Harry’s eyes. And that though made the heat rise in his veins once again, the ebb and flow of his blood taking it to places Draco had not yet felt.
Harry walked out to the common room, only to be ambushed by Hermione with a hug, and Ron looking groused.
“Where have you been? We were looking all over for you, and Dumbledore asked us to let him know if you were not back by 10, its 10:15 now!” She rushed through her words, all the while glowering at him. That glower had never changed. She had that way, similar to Ron’s mom, of making a person sit up and take notice, all with a look. In fact She and Mrs. Weasley were so much alike, Ron often complained he had married his mother.
Harry snickered a bit, then calmed himself at the awkward look from Hermione. He sobered a bit.“I had a meeting with Mrs. Malfoy. I am not at liberty to discuss details except with the headmaster. Oh, and Draco and I have turned a new leaf towards friendship,” Harry replied, looking at Ron’s pinched red face. Hermione raised both eyebrows. It was unnerving how she could convey so much with just a single look… She made a great mom.
Harry smiled at her and addressed Ron, “We need to let old childish things go. I may have grown up more than you two because of my vision, but I can at least point you in the right direction. He wasn’t that bad as an adult, and if we befriend him now, I think it can turn out much better.”
Ron was still trying to get his head around the thought about being friends with Malfoy, but Hermione chimed in, “Well you could be right, regardless of what transpired in your vision, you make sense. Doesn’t he Ron?” She asked, looking at him expectantly. Hermione had accepted many of the changes about Harry, her friend was still there, he trusted them implicitly still, and imparted great knowledge. She felt privileged, though she still had to deal with juvenile behavior from Harry from time to time.
Ron turned red, his face screwing up in anger, but Harry put a hand on his shoulder. “We don’t have to put up with bad things Ron, just try to move past our own behavior towards him, and his to us. Leave it in the past.”
“What about Ginny?” Ron asked, his tone tainted with rage. Ginny was family, and that was still a raw moment for him, and for the rest of the Weasleys. They do not forgive a trespass so easily against one of their own.
“That was Mr. Malfoy, not Draco. If you treat Draco as if he were his father, what makes you any more different than Professor Snape with how he treats us because he was terrorized by Gryffindors while he was in school? And Professor Snape is working on it, now that it has been mentioned we are not them.” Harry cajoled.
Ron seemed to relax a bit, “I guess that makes sense, we are better than that. I won’t guarantee anything though.. other than I’ll try.” Ron was not happy, but he would be better, see past the urge to put all slytherins in the same bucket. At least he would try.
Harry was happy that his maturity was influencing his friends to rise above teenage issues. It was a hard adjusting back into an environment where you are expected to be led, to listen, to follow the rules instead of making them and being in charge. But he had always been in charge in his life, people had always looked up to him, he was born to lead, and now he knew how.
Harry beamed at his friends, “I am glad, life isn’t always easy and the best choices are usually the hardest ones. But they are the most worthwhile in the end.” Hermione nodded, “You are starting to sound like a grownup, Harry. Your sense is spot on and you are definately more persuasive than you used to be. You will make such a great teacher for the D.A. and a leader.”
Ron only grunted his agreement.
“Don’t worry Ron, you have your moments, and when you do, they are brilliant.” Harry offered, he knew his friends jealousy got the better of him at times. But he knew Ron, and Ron was just as much top notch as Himself or Hermione. He was in the best company, no matter when in time they were.
Harry and his friends were eating lunch in the Great Hall, when Draco approached their table. Draco was nervous, not sure how to start things, but he knew he wanted to be the one to show the first gesture. His heart beat at a frantic pace, each step closer to the raven haired boy. What would Harry do, now that he was letting his guard down, showing Draco to the school.
Harry stood up, many eyes from the room shifted to their encounter. Harry noted the defensive tension that Professor Snape exhibited out of the corner of his eye. His Auror training still extended to his attention to details. Professor Dumbledore, looked on with curiosity, and a twinkle, Harry had missed that twinkle. Professor McGonagall made to get up, but Dumbledore's hand quietly laid on her arm to stop her.
Harry smiled wide at Draco and held out his hand.
“Good Afternoon, Draco. I trust your weekend is going well.” He spoke just a hint louder than normal, so not to be mistaken.
Draco smiled back at him, grateful that Harry met him deed for deed. He took Harry’s hand and shook it, no fire this time, just warmth and peace. The peace was like a beautiful blanket settling over him, his heart slowed, his breathing relaxed. Harry’s green eyes shined in welcome to him.
“Very well, thank you. And you, Po.. Harry?”
Harry quirked an eyebrow, then grinned, they were in for a pound now.
“Never better, Join us for lunch?” Harry offered, gesturing to a seat next to a purple Ron Weasley.
Hermione stood quickly, “Please do, Draco.” her voice was forced, but it was pleasant. Ron only nodded, that was probably all Harry could expect for now.
“Thank you, I will.” Draco stated, and both Harry and he took their seats among a throng of noise that grew around them. Harry noted the large smiles at the Teacher’s table. Well, not Professor Snape, but he wasn’t scowling so that meant he was pleased. Student’s started to whisper, many furtive glances were sent their way, including Ginny Weasley. Her glances were the most worrisome, there was something akin to fear in them. Harry would have to talk to her separately.
Draco looked over at Ron and then Hermione. “Thank you for that, I am not sure the reception among my friends,” He glanced over at the Slytherin table, “I only hope they try as well as you two have. I will do my best to be more myself, and less Malfoy.” his tone was sincere, as he met both their eyes briefly.
“bygones, and all that, Mal..Draco.” Hermione said, offering her hand to him as well. It was a peace offering and he knew it, it was also a challenge. If he took it, he would deny the pureblood/muggle born line of thinking he had attested to for so long. If he refused, his friendship with Harry would be greatly at risk. His thinking only lasted a brief moment, and he reached out and took her hand gently, and shook it delicately.
“It will take him longer, but I think he will come around.” She motioned with her head towards Ron.
Ron was looking anywhere but at them.
“I understand, I’ll do my best.” Draco said, directly at Ron, who would not look at him.
Draco felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, staring at two of his friends. Blaise Zabini and Gregory Goyle.
It was Greg that spoke, “You ok?”
Draco looked at both of them, nodded, “I’m good. I have decided the old rivalry is not worth continuing… I suggest you also let the past go and learn to be friends with Harry as well. I have made my choice.”
Greg looked like a puppy dog waiting for attention as Draco spoke. The two boys looked over at the occupants of the table then back at Draco. Blaise was not a follower, but he assessed situations and took from them the position of advantage where he could. Draco’s eyes were no longer cold, harsh, or calculating. Blaise looked to Harry who sincerely looked at him, with peace in his eyes. He looked at Hermione, who stopped mid-spoonful and tried a weak smile. The balance of power had shifted, and Blaise felt it, sensed it. He would not be caught on the wrong side. He gave a small acknowledge nod to Draco. Greg simply missed all that assessment, and shrugged his shoulders.
“Ok, If you say so. Do we have to eat with them too? I don’t see any empty spots.” Greg said… he sounded as indifferent over the change as anyone could be.
“No, go on, no seating changes necessary.” Draco said, waving his hands to make them go away.
Once they were gone, Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron, began to eat lunch. Harry always love a meal at Hogwarts. It was always full of just about anything you could want. Sandwiches of all kinds, hot meat, gravy, potatoes, and of course Treacle Tart. Harry never passed up Treacle Tart.
Nearing the end of the meal, Harry stood up.
“I got some things to explain to Draco, I’ll catch you guys later ok?” Harry explained.
Draco stood, and the others nodded, and then they exited the Great Hall… More riotous noise could be heard as they left.
“That’s one way to make a statement.” Draco stated.
Harry nodded, “I’m the rumor mill for the school, what can I say.” He led them through the many gathering areas up towards the stairs leading to the Astronomy tower.
Harry had forgotten this place, and as he climbed the stairs, parts of the visions started flashing around him.
It was dark, and Harry was scared. Silenced by his word. Fear crept all over him as he heard the malevolent voices above him. Dumbledore was pleading with Professor Snape, and he watched as the green flash of death surrounded the headmaster. Bellatrix sent up a gleeful screech, and raised her wand, casting the Dark Mark over the sky.
Harry stumbled on a step during the ascent. Draco caught him to help him from falling.
Looking out from the empty tower, down onto the ground. Dumbledore’s broken body lay askew, his once twinkling eyes empty and dead.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, not taking his hand away, afraid the loss of color in Harry meant something foreboding. The raven haired boy had quickly gone from peachy to ghost. Harry’s body was trembling, and cold. Draco stopped their movement.
“I can’t talk here, help me to the classroom at the bottom of the tower.. Too much to deal with here.” Harry said, breathless. His face had lost all color, he was paler than Draco now. Draco heaved an arm over one shoulder, and put his arm around Harry’s waist and they descended the stairs quickly. Harry was having trouble breathing. His eyes had glossed over as if he were in some other place. Draco walked them to a nearby classroom.
It was empty, and filled with dust, which Draco cleared away quietly with his wand. He helped Harry to sit in a chair in and waited. He wondered if he should touch Harry, comfort him in some way. The gesture rang awkward for him, so he waited.
“Do you remember last month when I ran out of Divination?” Harry asked, his eyes were just starting to focus on Draco once again. It was like waking up from a nightmare, only to enter a dream. Reality was not tangible for Harry, so much was muddled from a vision that seemed real, maybe it was real, and this only a dream. Harry was brought back by the sound of Draco’s voice.
“Sort of, it was strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Why do you ask?” Draco replied.
“I had a vision, not an ordinary vision. Most visions are of a single event or something obscure from what I was told.” Harry explained, looking back at Draco, his eyes were and intense green, “I had a ‘vision of living’. I lived for over 20 years inside that vision that to you all lasted only a few minutes.”
Those piercing eyes reached inside Draco. They seemed to connect to the part of him that still burned since his last touch. Draco inhaled sharply to steady his voice, “I have hear about that kind of vision only happening once.”
“Yes, according to Hermione’s research, I am the next Augur.” Harry sighed. Color had returned to Harry’s face, but it did not make Harry smile. There was a resignation in Harry.
“You don’t sound happy about it.” Draco pointed out softly.
“Since I turned 11, I have found out how famous I am for something I had no control over. From that point on, I have had no real freedom to just be ‘Harry’. Always the ‘boy who lived’, the ‘chosen one’, the ‘savior of the wizarding world’, etc… never just me. Now I get to add the title of ‘Augur Saeculum’ to the list of who I am without being me.” Harry’s eyes had lost their brilliance when he looked at Draco, “You and everyone else want all this power and fame, but you don’t realize that with it, you are just a shell of who you could be if you didn’t have to be something to everyone all the time. I had hoped this vision would allow me to do things earlier so we all could have a somewhat normal life, but for me that seems impossible now.”
Draco was quiet, he really didn’t know what to say. For years he had envied Harry, the easy way the boy seemed to find glory, and how people flocked around him. Draco had wanted that for himself. The picture Harry painted, did not sound so appealing anymore. How could one live such a caged existence?
“My vision is why I had to see your mother. She saved me in order to save you. Because of her Voldemort though he had killed me, and I was able to kill him. I could not in good conscience come back and not help her and your family to stay out of trouble.” Harry explained further. The kindness was born out of duty, but in the end there may have been more than duty involved. Fate had tied them, in the vision and in life. He had chosen the wrong path in the vision, a path that seemed happy but ended in heartache or complacency. Could he have more than that this time? Could he have passion?
“What happened in the tower?” Draco asked softly. Trying to Draw Harry’s attention back to him. There had been a quiet stillness about Harry.
Harry’s demeanor shifted towards sadness, he could not meet Draco’s eyes.
“Someone was killed, you almost did it, but in the end, someone else carried out Voldemort’s request.” Harry replied.
“Who died?” Draco coaxed.
“Dumbledore”

A/N~ Thank you all for your reviews... I have a few chapters finished. But I am wavering on one thing... Maybe you all can tell me your thoughts. Usually I won't ask and let the story flow, but it is a plot point that bugs me. Should Snape find love or stay pining for Lily? Should he move on? It is a Drarry, so don't worry...
Background... I was in the middle of finishing up my Snarry... and a few small plot bunnies.. and Imagine Dragon's Demons has been pulling me... so it's partially inspired by the song and Harry's demons as I saw them. A way to truely he a hero.
Lyran~ I hope to continue to keep you entertained.
BAFan - thank you for the review. I honestly did not know it was a common theme, but now I'm curious and may search out for my own entertainment the works of others similar...I am a sucker for Drarry or Snarry...
Meechypoo64~ love the name btw, cute. Yes in this case hindsight or in Harry's case 'foresight' is 20/20.
Katniss~ Glad you like it. Sometimes when I can't find something to read, I make it happen myself... I dream of these two, so one day I hope all of my dreams come to the page, cause they are steamy.
Thrnbrooke~ I hope to keep you spell bound to the end...
I am re-reading each chapter, as I beta my own work. So some chapters will come fast, some slower... I have an large active family with work and tons of stuff to keep me busy, but I will do my best to keep updating, not daily, but at least weekly. Finger's crossed.
(EDITED FOR TYPOS, Thanks BAFan & Djaddict)
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