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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- 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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Sorry so late with this so I made up for it with answering some questions n such. Busy, busy today. =_= Wai, and I’ve just gotten to a very fun part in the story and I have no time to write it, but I’m so excited to! ~sigh~ Many huggles for reviews. I’m sorry I’m confusing people (for the most part XP) But I like to go about things round about and keep you all guessing. I know… I’m evil. >_> It’s all so clear in my head so, when I write, I always worry everyone is going to know right off—and that’s not fun. ^^ Still, ask away because it helps me know what I’ll need to clarify later.
As for questions and such… First, I have never mentioned the Soul of the Luminous Night and Draco Malfoy in the same sentence, or scene even. ~wags finger at you~ It’s your own fault for jumping to conclusions. Future chapters are going to clear all these questions up for you so don’t spaz or anything. Stop confusing yourselves with this. @_@ I’m gonna write the story with my annoying way of telling you things as it goes along. I hate data dumps—they destroy the pace and tend to bore people—and yet that’s what you’re all asking for. (I felt bad enough with the letters to Harry… my creative attempt at dumping info on you without seeming like I’m dumping info on you. XD)
Saber ShadowKitten: ~pokes~ Stop being psychic. Hermione will indeed be explaining Draco’s situation. ^^ Marriage issues will be explained many chapters later.
kaka-she: Same to you. ^__^ Everyone is so bloody psychic. XP
nixiey: Shall be explained, but basically Draco’s isn’t visible because the mark healed during his exritus. Doesn’t mean it’s not there though.
Answers: ~snuggles~ Thanks for the confidence booster. I’m new to this whole writing thing and don’t have instructors or anyone telling me if I’m doing horrible or such. Just ignore me when I say shit like that. I only—well, no, I do mean it. Just, we all need somewhere to go. If I couldn’t get better, I’d be stuck in complacency and that would suck.
Hazel: Totally! I get so disillusioned when they just suddenly decide they’re in love and never fight and just, grrr, sooo irrational. ~eye roll~ … It does work for good smut though… XD People aren’t like that, ya know? Life always finds a way to get people reacting. (Yet, it’s so hard not to write them like that, though. Don’t know why… magnetic or something; they just keep being pulled together.)
Faithmisplaced: Thank you. ~glomps~ It is my first fic. I got the idea ages ago when I read the first HP books, jotted some outliney stuff, and forgot about it while I was in college. Time goes by, run across old notes and remembered how much I wanted to write something for me for a change instead of for school. I’ve never written anything in a story form before, just essays and some creative journal things for English. I don’t know, even with that kind of writing, on subjects that I don’t have much feelings for, I found it really fun. I actually read all these instruction and creativity books trying to learn how to write, decided I’d never actually learn until I wrote it, and so… well, there ya go. ^^; Figure once I finish the first draft I’ll read all those helpful books and then fix the story. I didn’t realize how much this story would mean to me until I really started it. This writing thing is kind of addictive. @__@ You can create anything, it’s mad awesome.
BIG FREAK’N NOTE: Anything relating to the Soul of (insert name), the Gods, the Fae, halflings, etcetera, and their behavior, culture, instincts, yadda yadda, cannot be assumed to be like humans! Humans are insane—we all know it—but the gods, and magical beings are insane as well in their own unique little ways. If they happen to show their love by killing off their lover’s friends in a possessive, no one’s worthy of his smile but me way, it’s because that’s the way they are. This does not make them evil… just really mean and conceited. XDD It’s all perspective.
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.

CH33

“…I look stupid.” Harry proclaimed to the mirror, ruffling up his hair and tugging on the edge of the shirt that refused to cover his abs.
“What else is new?” Draco shouted from the bedroom before poking a head through the doorway. “Whoa— I mean… um, I’ve seen you in worse… Come on, Dobby’s starting the fire.”
Eyes flashing a well of emotions, Harry looked up slowly. “I don’t have to leave?”
“No, he can’t force you.” Draco assured firmly. They had been over it a few times but for some reason Harry just needed to hear it. It had taken him two days just to convince the boy to talk with Dumbledore; Harry was not a happy camper when it came to the Headmaster. He had a feeling it would take a lot more to get him through that floo and back to Hogwarts. “Look, you’re still in a delicate state emotionally. Even if he convinced you to go, I wouldn’t let you. Too much magical influence could corrupt you and I’m sure you don’t feel like dying in quite such a horrible manner.”
Harry nodded mutely, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. “…Thanks for helping me with all of this.”
Draco shrugged, stepping into the room. “Eh, I know what it can be like and you seemed really clueless about a lot of things, as usual. I don’t know what the hell that family you live with is teaching you, but they’re doing a crappy job.”
Harry nodded in agreement. “They’re muggles. The most they ever taught me was to know when to get the hell out of their way.”
Draco scowled, memories of some of Harry’s more frightening dream talks coming to mind. “As great as a lesson as that is, it doesn’t really help unless you’re in a wizarding duel. Hey, you’re fucking up my shirt. Quit stretching it out.” He slapped Harry’s fidgeting hands away.
“It’s too small.” Harry grumbled, hunching his shoulders down in an attempt to lower the shirt. “I’m used to things being too big… it’s all clingy and weird.”
Sighing, Draco pushed Harry’s shoulders into place. “It fits you perfectly, you nitwit. Stop slouching. I can’t stand slouchers.”
“It does not. My stomach is cold.” Harry huffed, pulling at the hem until Draco had to forcefully hold his hands away.
“It’s the style. Did you think I’d give you one of my dress shirts to mess up— Quit that!” He pinned Harry’s hands in one of his and dragged the boy into the bedroom, moving to the closet and pulling out a simple black robe. “Promise not to mess up my shirt and I’ll let you wear this over it.” He held up the robe tantalizingly.
“Fine.” Harry agreed quickly, shimmying into the black robe the instant it was handed to him. He took an unconscious breath; Malfoy’s scent was over powering. He must have worn the robe recently. “The last thing I want to do is talk with him looking half dressed… You’re coming with, right?” He turned a worried glance to Draco.
Rolling his eyes skyward, Draco nodded. “Only because I need to talk with Dumbledore. You’re going to have to get over this at some point. I’m not the type of person you want to be dependent on.”
“Why not?” Harry asked with a frown. “It’s not like you’re going to betray—Not that I’m dependent. I’m just… clingy— I don’t know. You make me feel safe.” He decided eventually. No, that really wasn’t the normal sentiment he would have put with the Slytherin now that he thought of it. It didn’t make it any less true, though. He took another deep breath, lowering his head a bit to catch the scent. It was comforting. Safe.
“You’re barmy.” Draco stated seriously. “The whole exritus screws with your head for a while. If you were sane you would realize that I am the last person you want to be seen with. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a bit of a bastard, Potter.”
Lips curled at the edges, Harry eyed the Slytherin slowly. “Really? I must have missed that over the last six years.”
“Shut it.” Draco huffed. “Listen, people don’t like me and that’s how it has to stay. In a couple of days you’ll be back to normal and hate me as much as you used to. No, no…” He held his hands up at Harry’s protests. “It’s for the best. This way your friends won’t kill me for turning you into a Slytherin sympathizer and I can still find some way to make up for you saving my life, while mocking the shit out of you from afar. It’s a win, win situation.” Hell, half his housemates would already be planning to kill him if he got back into Hogwarts—Voldemort’s orders, of course—no point having the Slytherins go after Potter too.
“The best part being you won’t have to deal with me anymore?” Harry asked lowly, something tight curling in his chest.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Precisely. Stop acting like we’re friends or some—!” His voice suddenly failed him as Harry took a step forward, power swirling around him, and stopped inches away.
Head tilted, Harry locked his gaze with silver that were quickly gaining light. “…Do you hate me?”
Draco glared and nodded. “No—bloody!” He clapped his hand over his mouth.
It had worked. With a small grin Harry continued. “Can I trust you?”
His face was probably turning blue but Draco didn’t dare move his hand. He shook his head no furiously.
“I don’t believe you.” Harry grabbed the slender hand before Draco could back too far away and carefully pried it from his mouth. “Can I trust you?”
“Of course you can bloody trust me, you god damn ass… I’m going to fucking kill you, Potter!” Draco snarled, but he couldn’t free his hands long enough to do much damage.
Harry laughed, grinning wickedly. “Just one more, Malfoy… but I’m sure you’ve already guessed it.” By Draco’s wide eyes and sudden increase in struggling he must have indeed guessed something.
“I’ll kill you!” Draco yelled.
“No you won’t; I can trust you.” Harry taunted, eyes glittering with laughter.
“Potter… this is—it’s unethical! It’s against everything the light stands for! You can’t do this!” Gods be damned, he was blushing like a bloody tomato; he just knew it. Why couldn’t the idiot just accept him as being cold and heartless like he used to? Why did everything have to change!
“Malfoy…”
“No, I refuse to tell you another damn thing!”
“Malfoy.”
“I’ll bite my tongue off! I refuse to—!”
With a sigh, Harry tweaked Draco’s nose. “Shut up a second.”
Draco stared in shock.
“Stay with me.” He said seriously.
“………Wha…What the hell is going on in your head!” Draco yelped in confusion. “What happened to asking who I was loyal to? What the hell is this all about? I bloody hate you!”
“I don’t care who the fuck you’re loyal to.” Harry growled suddenly, the unpredictable change forcing Draco silent again. “I just want to know if you’ll stay with me. Every time you say something about leaving, something breaks inside of me and I don’t like it. I get that I’m messed up right now. I get that it’s supposed to go away eventually. But the feeling won’t stop right now and I need you to stay. Please, Malfoy?”
Gaping, Draco stopped all motions to flee with a faint gasp. “Potter—I, uh… sure… you should have just said something… but yeah, yeah. If you want I’ll stay. I was just joking about throwing you in the floo earlier…” He trailed off, swallowing thickly and adverting his far too bright eyes.
Harry nodded, conflicting emotions of relief, embarrassment, and something he couldn’t name overwhelming him. “Thanks… I shouldn’t have… It was just driving me crazy.” With a start, he realized that his grip on Draco’s shoulder was far from light, and he pulled away before he hurt the boy further. “I—sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
“I told you, you’re barmy.” Draco whispered to his shoes. “…It’s not Voldemort. I would never… and not just because he tried to kill me.” He hadn’t told Potter about the whole Soul Vigil thing and he wasn’t planning on it, ever. Gods, why did everything have to change?
“I know. I knew the other stuff too… I was just having a go at you.” Harry sighed. Why did he always end up feeling like such an arse these days? “I won’t force you. You don’t have to stay if you want to leave now. Dobby will still be here.”
“Yes I do.”
Harry examined his profile. “Yeah… I guess you do.”
“You really bug the shit out of me.” Draco snapped suddenly, smoothing his hair down and straightening his robes reflexively. “Let’s get this thing over with so you can go back to being only slightly insane and I can get back to far more important things than having to converse with you.”
The offhanded insult lightened his mood a bit and he trudged after Draco into the hall and to the room where he had floo’d in a week and a half ago. Any signs that he had killed a man and saved Malfoy had been erased with house elf magic, but the energy was still there, haunting the dark corners. He quickly dismissed the creepy feeling tingling down his spine and tensed as a large spark jumped from the fireplace. He turned to find Dumbledore’s head floating serenely in the green flames.
“Sir.” Harry said hollowly. His legs refused to move.
Draco waited patiently in the shadows but was eventually forced to pull Harry to the fire and have him sit down.
“Harry, Draco, how are you both?” Dumbledore asked kindly, shooting Harry an understanding smile when he jumped suddenly at his voice.
“I’m afraid Potter isn’t quite in top form, sir.” Draco spoke up when no one else took the initiative. “To be honest, I think you’ll have to keep this conversation short. He’s giving off an erratic flow of magic just from stepping in the room.” He decided not to mention that he suspected most of it had to do with Dumbledore being there. He didn’t know the details, probably didn’t want to know given Potter’s nightmares, but Harry was not happy to see the man.
“I see.” Dumbledore’s head nodded. “Would you kindly give us some privacy, Draco? I’m afraid what I have to speak with Harry about is personal.
Draco frowned, watching as Harry stiffened. “Potter?”
“Stay.” Harry said a little too loudly. He blinked, turning to Draco. “Please? You don’t have to listen if you don’t want.” His eyes were screaming don’t abandon me.
Draco sat in response, his arm casually brushing Harry’s while he stared blankly at the floor. To be honest, he didn’t want to know anymore of Potter’s secrets; they all tended to be horrifying on levels that he could barely grasp.
Dumbledore eyed the two thoughtfully before speaking to Harry. “There are no words to express my regret for what happened to you this summer, Harry. Had I only foreseen the horrors letting your Uncle live with you would cause…” He trailed off as Harry shifted, pulling his legs tightly to his chest and burying his face into his arms. “Harry, nothing can justify the misfortune that befell you…”
“Misfortune?” Harry muffled into his arms, turning his head so he could look blankly at Dumbledore. “Vernon killed me. That good, happy little kid who fell in love with magic is lying dead under the stairs right now. I think you’re going to have to do better than that.”
Draco peeked a worried glance at Harry and decided listening was probably a good idea after all, as much as he really, really, really didn’t want to know.
Dumbledore sighed deeply, a hand suddenly appearing to rest against his forehead. “I was in a trance Harry. I was busy strengthening the wards to the school against Voldemort and couldn’t be broken out of it till the job was complete. There was no way I could have known that he was assaulting you.”
“…Shut up.” Harry whispered, burrowing his head back into his arms. “Excuses don’t make it better. It-it doesn’t take it back. You fucked up. You made a mistake; you weren’t there for me. No one is ever fucking there for me.” He hissed. “Just say it and let’s get on with all this.”
“I’m sorry, my boy.”
Harry nodded dully but refused to look up and reveal his watery eyes. “Are they dead?”
“No. Your Aunt is in critical condition but I believe she will make it. Your cousin has been sent off to his school only a few days late and your Uncle—”
“He’s not my Uncle.”
“…He is being treated at St. Mungo’s. The damage to his mind appears to be permanent. It looks to be after effects to the Imperious but not from long time exposure. They got him recently, probably while he was in jail.”
Harry didn’t say anything, just fisted his hair until his knuckles turned white.
“We may have a problem with the Ministry.” Dumbledore said, briskly changing the subject before Harry could break down. “They are looking for scapegoats and already have you, Draco, in their sights for this Domin business. Two major assaults have already occurred and they cannot continue without looking like they’re doing something constructive. There are rumors that you have bonded with Voldemort. The Ministry will not treat you kindly if they capture you.”
“I’m aware.” Draco said stiffly, biting his lip to keep from shaking. “I was hoping I could return to Hogwarts but if—”
“You’re going.” Harry broke in, finally lifting his head to glare defiantly at Dumbledore’s troubled gaze. “We’re both going.”
“Of course you’re both coming.” Dumbledore said firmly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m just trying to let you know that Draco’s presence may have to be hidden from the rest of the school. I will fight the Ministry if the need arises but I would prefer not to when Voldemort is looking for any opportunity to attack.”
“I can tell you how he’s doing it, how he’s contacting them.” Draco said softly.
“I’d rather you made the problem go away.” Dumbledore said mildly but his eyes had gone very serious.
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t know what’s going on. I can’t control them, not when Voldemort can contest it. I don’t think they’ll kill me but, if I give them an opportunity, they might hand me over to him without a second thought.”
“Are you suggesting they’ll listen to Voldemort over you? We both know he’s not—”
“I won’t talk about this now. When I arrive at Hogwarts later this week.” Draco said stiffly, risking a quick glance at Harry. “I want this quiet, sir. I have enough problems without the whole bloody world knowing, including Voldemort.”
Dumbledore nodded. “I understand. When should I expect the two of you?”
“Not for a while. Potter needs as much rest as he can get. He… he’s not doing as well as he should…” He met Harry’s quiet gaze hesitantly. “I don’t know what it is but you’re not bouncing back like you should. Those bruises should have healed while you were sleeping…” He swallowed and looked away. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t Potter’s mood; the boy kept turning silent and sullen for hours on end. Something had hurt him and Potter wasn’t healing right.
“If it persists, we can have Poppy look him over. I can’t help but worry that you two are not completely safe without some sort of guard.”
“Please, sir. I’m not letting anyone in here no matter how good the intentions. We’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry but I have to insist on this, Draco. It is too dangerous—”
“Get over it already; no guards.” Harry growled. “I have some ground rules that will need to be met before I can return.” His face void of emotion, Harry sat up and leaned forward, uncaring that he had interrupted. “First, Malfoy will be protected unconditionally while in your care.”
“Potter, you’re being an idiot.” Draco snapped stiffly. “He just said—!”
“I’m not done.” Harry said quietly, never breaking his gaze from Dumbledore’s fiery head. “I will have free entry and exit from the castle, no matter the time or situation. I will have my own room free of surveillance.” He took a slow breath. “No one will be allowed to ask me any questions about my summer unless I instigate the conversation. No one will try to counsel me. No one will be allowed to ask about my exritus and, or, any complications concerning it. Under no circumstance will I be forced to show my Soul Form or my abilities. Finally, if anyone comes to speak with me, be it the Ministry, Giant, snake, Voldemort, whatever, you will inform me and not try to stop my actions. In return, I promise not to harm anyone while I’m at Hogwarts. Do you accept these terms?”
Lips pursed. Dumbledore eyed Harry carefully. “What business are you talking about? I will not allow you to put these children at risk.”
“That’s rich.” Harry growled, standing. “I have no intention of bringing anything, business or otherwise, into the castle, but I may be called away and I will not be contained nor condemned for it.”
“I cannot allow you free reign, Harry, without some sort of explanation.” Dumbledore said calmly but his eyes were determined.
“You are not in the position to allow me anything, Albus. Freedom is mine to have. Do you accept my terms or will this be our final conversation?” Harry asked coldly, his jaw set.
Eyes locked, it took Dumbledore almost a full minute before he finally nodded. “I am not your enemy, Harry, no matter how angry you must be right now. I will have everything ready for your return. For yours and Draco’s safety, I would like to know what I could of your exritus and your other—”
“No.” Draco said resolutely.
Harry looked over in surprise at Draco. “…He’s right. It only puts us at risk.”
“I see… Well, young men, I think we have found ourselves at an understanding. Not the one I had hoped for, but it will do for now. Harry, you may like to know that your trunk and birds are safe at Hogwarts, and I have taken the initiative to get you both the necessary materials for the new term. We’ll leave the lights on for you.”
“Thank you, sir.” Draco said with a small nod.
“Which… which birds?” Harry asked hesitantly, hand twisting in the folds of his robes.
The change in Harry’s attitude to back to a normal sixteen year old gave Dumbledore pause. Eyes twinkling he smiled gently. “A small brown owl, a particularly beautiful snowy owl, and two protective ravens are waiting patiently for your return.”
“She’s alive.” Harry said softly, swaying a bit on his feet.
“They’re all alive, Harry. Now rest up. Things will be very busy once you return.”
“Uh… yeah. Rest.” Harry whispered, sitting heavily back on the couch and missing Dumbledore’s exit.
With a flourish, Draco stomped out the fire and sat down next to Harry, silently feeling the brunette’s forehead. “You’re positively insane, Potter. You just gave Dumbledore an ultimatum and—Hell…” He grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “No one ever listens to me. Come on before you descend into a very painful phase as your body tries to reject the foreign magic in here.”
Harry blinked at the hand on his arm. “…I don’t feel so good.”
Draco sighed and pulled harder until he finally got Harry out into the main house. “You can cry if you want; it helps remove the unwanted magic. I promise not to tease you about it… this time.” Draco said off handedly while checking the wards on the door. He still had no idea how Harry had gotten in. He turned his head to find Harry stumbling down the hall. “Potter, that’s the wrong way…” But Harry wouldn’t stop, like the stubborn Gryffindor he was. Catching up, Draco followed until Harry finally stopped in front of the closet. “Are we here to pick up coats?” He grumbled, eyeing the door warily.
Harry ignored him and opened the door to reveal the boundless darkness. “It can’t reach me in here.” Vernon had gotten too large to chase after him into his cupboard; it had been his deciding factor when he had first looked for a place to transform. Now… now nothing bad could reach him here.
“Why did I see this coming?” Draco leaned his shoulder heavily on the doorframe and peered dubiously into the darkness. “How long do you plan on staying in there? It can’t do much for your mood.” He frowned down as Harry’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “…Gods be damned. It’s fucking creepy in there, Potter!”
Harry just gave him a pitiful, sad stare; his green eyes aglow with pain.
“No. This is where I draw the line.” Draco said, jaw set. There was no way in hell he was stepping into that fucked up room where he couldn’t even see a damn thing… “Potter—!” He yelped as Harry suddenly yanked his sleeve and pulled him into the darkness, shutting the door behind them.
With a sigh, Harry stretched his arms out and walked languidly to the pillows littered on the ground. “It’s nice in here.” Even better when he wasn’t alone, hearing memories of Vernon beating on his cupboard door.
Draco jumped, turning towards the sound and holding his hands out blindly. “Potter? Where—don’t do that!” He gasped, holding his chest when Harry suddenly grabbed him. “You can see, can’t you!” He glared accusingly at where he hoped Harry was.
“You should take that collar off; you’d be able to see otherwise.” Hands firmly on Draco’s, Harry led the boy and showed him where the big pillow was. “I think I need to sleep again. I feel like I’m always tired now.” He sat with a sigh, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“I get that Potter. What I don’t get is why I have to be here!” Huffing, Draco crossed his arms and refused to move another step.
“…I don’t know.” Harry whispered thoughtfully. Crawling over the huge pillow Draco had conjured earlier and catching the boy’s ankles, he pulled him to the fluffy floor. Before Malfoy could regain his senses and beat him to a pulp, Harry wrapped himself around Draco’s stunned form and tucked his head in the crook of his arm. “And I really don’t care right now. You can kill me later.”
Draco’s protests died as he felt the wetness on Harry’s cheek brush against his arm. “Just… don’t get used to this.” He grumbled. Potter needed comforting energy and for some horrible twist of fate, he was it. He allowed himself to relax in the comfy heat, surprised that the darkness wasn’t as frightening as he had first thought. He could actually see how Potter could feel safe here… or maybe that was just the reassuring weight of Harry wrapped around him. Sighing, he scooted deeper into the pillow and hooked his free arm behind his head. He couldn’t allow himself to get used to this either.
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