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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45317 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 50-Ch50 *End Part 1*
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- 67-CH67 *New 6/6/2015*
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Sorry for the shortness but, well, deal. ~raises Malfoyesk brow at you~ You get it a day early instead, so no complaints… or Veela boy will get ya! (yeah, I’m sure you’re shaking in your boots. Just return him when you’re done.) Now, question time. ^^ I suggest you read ‘cause it will answer some of many questions that have been plaguing you… or not. >_>
SilverVulpine
The Soul of Luminous Night (La Lune) is one of the gods living on Earth that have retained their memories. He loves to mess with the Heir, kill all his friends, and just all around make life hard. (and yet, is the mainstay of balance in the world. Go fig. ~shrug~) He’s very, very, very jealous of the Heir’s Soul Vigil.
The Soul Vigil is an appointed protector for the Heir that can be born from three different bloodlines that have sworn loyalty to the Heir. The Soul Vigil takes over Yehl’s job, basically. The whole marriage thing is unusual, the Heir doesn’t like to marry because it tends to get those people killed. He does usually bond with his Soul Vigil just to give him a boost of power for the both of them to help their survival—they’re going to be stuck together for a long time after all. The Heir isn’t a public figure. The Soul Vigil is better known by anyone not in a position of power and as such is put into danger; meaning the Soul Vigil needs to be as strong as possible. I go into it in depth later but I might have to go back and write a blurb in the note from the Allegiance of Fae because it seems to be confusing people… a lot. ^^;
Thrnbrooke
It’s supposed to remind you of the cupboard. You’ll see. ~gives cookie~
Liljademoon
La, I’m actually thinking of writing of that heinous incident for later just to embarrass Remus, the sweetie. Poor lil bunnies. ~pets bunnies~

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH29

“Master Draco… shouldn’t you be going in now?”
Draco just continued to stare into the pit of impenetrable darkness where the small closet had once been. Only the gods knew how Potter had broken it on a bloody metaphysical level.
“Dobby… give me an hour… err, half hour… and if I don’t make it back by then I allow you to let Dumbledore in… but only him and only if I’m in peril.” He stressed while drawing his wand and lighting it with a lumos. “I don’t want anyone in here that could possibly turn me over to snakehead…” He stopped short. He was going to need a new nickname for Voldemort now that he had lost the scales… Snake breath? No, he rather liked snakes, no point insulting the whole group. Perhaps…
“You haven’t moved yet, Master sir.” Dobby reminded Draco loudly.
“Oh, uh… yeah. In there. In the dark.” He squared his shoulders and took a step back. He glanced at his feet in confusion.
He took a small step forward. It was a start. Another step and he was past the doorway and surrounded in darkness. The light from the tip of his wand wavered and for a panicky moment he thought it would fail. He held his breath and kept walking. The wand continued to shine although with each step he took away from the door the dimmer the light got. His mood went along with it. Potter, you are so dead…
A tingle of power shot up his spine and he whirled. He had heard… Wait. Where the hell did the door go? He took a step back, or was it forward…?
Oh fuck.
He hadn’t even been in there a minute! “I am not lost… I’m in a closet about four by four feet. It is impossible to get lost. I’d have to be a complete idiot… Goyle couldn’t even get lost in a closet… I am not lost!” He stamped his foot in frustration and immediately dropped his wand. The darkness closed in.
“Son of a bitch!”
“Err…”
“Huh? …What?” Draco froze and, squinting as hard as possible, peered into the darkness to his right. Something shuffled to his left.
Damn it! He was not lost.
He whirled and grabbed into the darkness only to have air slip through his fingers. He spun again just in case he had gotten the direction wrong and ended up tripping over his shoe. He fell with a cry and flinched as he hit a very lumpy floor. The floor grunted in reply. That hadn’t been his shoe…
Dear gods, let it be Potter. Let it be Potter.
“Could you move? Like now?” The disembodied voice asked from around Draco’s knees.
Thank you gods.
Without hesitation he started vindictively pinching the leg in front of him. “You god damn idiot! What the hell did you do to my closet? How did you get past the wards? What the hell did you do with the lights!”
“Ow, ow, owww! Quit that!” Harry grunted and kicked his leg to throw off the culprit, accidentally hitting Draco square in the jaw.
“Arrrg!” Draco cried, grabbing his face. It was quickly going numb and not in a good way. “You bastard!” He flailed out, getting a lucky shot in Harry’s stomach. Potter’s grunt of pain wasn’t equivalent to the possibility of his perfect face being disfigured and he struck again, harder. A sharp pain in his arm was he reward and he gaped in disbelief. “You bloody bit me!” He shot his elbow out and a moment later was in an all out fistfight with Harry. Unfortunately, the darkness was not to his advantage and his shots were lucky at best. Potter didn’t seem to have the same problem and his strikes were dead on, if not a little feeble.
His fear based rage faded and he tried to pull away. “Shit, I forgot. Stop… come on, I don’t want to hurt you, you idiot—!” He squawked, a hand grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down.
“I’m am giving you to the count of three, you bloody Gryffindork, and then I’m kicking your scrawny ass!” Draco hissed out from around the hand that was currently crushing his face into the floor. “One!”
“…Malfoy?”
“Two!”
Harry immediately pulled back and halfheartedly blocked the fist that followed after him. “Hey! You said till three.” Harry rubbed his shoulder dolefully.
“Potter… I think you took a good chunk out of my arm.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“…No, I’m bleeding! Help me find my wand, you oaf, and let’s get the hell out of here.” Draco started searching the floor with his hand, whimpering when his hand slipped against something slimy. He forged on, scrambling in the dark until he realized that he couldn’t hear anything, not even the soft breathing of his classmate. “Potter? Where… AHH!” He jumped as an arm fell on his shoulder. “Don’t do that!”
“Grrr, stop screeching, you slimy git.” Harry whined and rubbed his ear. “I think I’m half deaf. Here’s your wand. Now bug off. You’re interrupting my sleep.”
Draco whirled, nearly knocking himself and Harry over in the process. “Is that supposed to be funny? I risk life and limb chasing you in here and you want to stay and have a nap? Not laughing, not even at your ridiculousness. You do realize this is a closet, right? Why are you in a closet!”
“Seriously Malfoy, lower the volume.” Harry mumbled. “I didn’t feel safe in that other room. Dobby kept on popping in and I got the impression a picture was sneering at me. I needed to feel safe for the last part and I wasn’t.”
Draco sighed, his anger deflating. He had warned the damn portrait that could happen; obviously it hadn’t cared enough to listen. “At least sleep in a bed like a civilized person. I’ll make sure the elves don’t disturb you.” He tugged on Harry’s arm then stopped. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the bloody door is, would you?”
“This way.” Harry led him through the darkness, time shifting with each step. Eventually, Draco could see a doorway shining dully in the distance. He stumbled when Harry’s guiding hand suddenly disappeared. “What? Are you alright?”
Harry blinked in confusion, his eyes glowing in the low light. “No… I’m staying here. I need to sleep.”
“…It’s a bloody closet!” Draco yelled in exasperation. “What is wrong with a nice soft bed? There are people out there that would kill for a nice soft bed.”
“I uh… I need to stay here. Just for a while… it’s warm and dark and I don’t want to go.” Harry whispered, stepping back until his eyes were the only things the light revealed of him.
“Wait, don’t…” Draco stopped from where he had almost reached out. “Uh… let me conjure something up for you then. The floor is pretty hard and dusty.” He muttered awkwardly, quickly spelling up a huge pillow slightly larger than a mattress and some normal sized pillows to go with it. “Sorry, I don’t know the spell for a bed, this is just as good though… better even, if I do say so myself…” He trailed off, unable to shake the feeling the odd green gaze left him with. “If you need anything, Dobby’s outside for you.”
“I know.”
Draco nodded slowly, eyes flitting through the darkness. “Right, then… I’ll be going then… right.” He shuffled backwards towards the light. “Shall I, um, check up on you maybe? Or… would you rather I not disturb you?”
Harry shrugged, the light catching the glitter of a blood splattered wing. “If you wish. I may be a while… things need to settle… in me.”
“Yeah, it took me over a week to get it all right.” He searched out Harry again, a small smile in place. “Good luck with it; it kinda turns you topsy-turvy for a bit. Uh, I’ll check on you tomorrow.” He promised. “Oh, Dumbledore wants to see you. I held him off as long as I could but I’m sure he’ll be knocking down the floo by the time you wake up.”
“Malfoy.” Harry called before the boy could leave. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
Draco turned, eyes wide for a moment before shrugging distractedly. “You know, people trying to kill me and shit… I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept. This house is my family’s and, since Sirius isn’t hiding here anymore, Mother thought it would be a good place for me to stay.” He wondered briefly if Potter hadn’t come here to see Sirius in his confused state. When he’d been in the same stage of his own exritus he had been certain at one point that his late cousin had been calling to him.
Harry stepped forward, his blood stained face clear in the light from the doorway. “Malfoy, why aren’t you in school?”
He took a hesitant step away, twisting the sleeve of his shirt with his back turned to Harry. “I don’t know if you realized it but…Hogwarts… they don’t uh… they don’t accept non-humans into their student body— You might be okay, being Dumbledore’s favorite and all… just, don’t be too surprised if they…” He closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath. Best not to sugar coat it for him. Potter would be learning first hand how their kind was treated. “People forget, Potter. They destroy what they can’t control… and can be as cruel as the wildest beast at play. Don’t expect too much from them.” Without even a backward glance to see if Harry had heard, he walked swiftly from the room and shut the door behind him.
“Master Draco did you find—?”
“Do not disturb him, Dobby. He needs to rest… I, uh, I’ll be in my room if you need me…” Ignoring the house elf’s insistence of independence, Draco fled down the hall and locked himself away in his room.
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