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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
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Alright, it’s time for a change for our two boys. ^__^;;; Yeah, don’t hate me too much. I updated as promised and now, this procrastinating little elf must finish wrapping gifts. …Away—! ~dashes out window~
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CH38

He wasn’t even out of the floo when he knew there was a problem. There was Dumbledore, the Weasleys… hey the twins, Professor Werewolf—probably there for Harry—and McGonagall…
“Where’s Potter?”
They all stared at him blankly; obviously they hadn’t grasped the situation.
“Perhaps you should give him a moment to arrive, dear boy.” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “I’m very glad to see you haven’t suffered anything dire during your hectic summer…”
Draco cursed, whirling around to glare at the floo that was still empty, and then whirled back to the group. “He left before me. I heard him call out Hogwarts. Unless this is some plan to separate us, tell me now, or I suggest you start getting very worried!” His concern was downplayed slightly by the whole Weasley clan rushing and forcing him into a group hug.

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Harry stumbled, falling on his face and hitting an unfamiliar white marble floor with a thwack. Gods, floo rides never got any easier. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the movement of classy, dragon leather shoes and expensive trousers. He was disoriented from his shaky floo ride, but he knew enough to know he wasn’t where he wanted to be.
“Soul of the Ancient Night, we have been expecting your arrival.”
Ah, not Death Eaters.
He rose to his feet fluidly, eyeing his audience while he straightened the shirt Draco had given him—thankfully it was in one piece. They were staring at him uncomfortably, as if wondering whether to laugh at his lack of balance or worry that he had injured himself. Where was Malfoy, anyways? He couldn’t sense his calming energy anywhere among all the foreign auras around him. He turned back to the floo, a huge, walk in fireplace that could have transported the whole 6^th year class at once. It was empty. As was the oversized white room, dotted by pillars carved with winding serpents and fairies. He resisted the urge to whistle. For the first time in his life, he had found a building that outclassed Hogwarts. Too bad it felt empty and indifferent.
“I imagine, when you force me here against my will, it is natural to expect me.” He turned to look benignly at the man who had spoken, for he seemed to be in charge. For now he dismissed the crowd, although he kept them in his peripheral vision. Not being Death Eaters didn’t necessarily mean they were trustworthy. “Who are you and why have you brought me here?”
“Forgive me, you must be very confused. I’m Rowland Loxton and you are here at White Towers, the home of the Council of Wizards.” Rowland, who looked to be in his early fifties, bowed, his blonde hair pulled back in a low tail floating around his shoulders. He was dressed in burgundy-red wizard robes and had a smile that reminded him of Gilderoy Lockhart at his best. Worse was the wintry look in his ice blue eyes set in the regal face that resembled Lucius Malfoy in one of his more murderous moods. For a first impression, it wasn’t favorable.
“I am far from confused, Mr. Rowland Loxton, descendent of Torent, Chancellor of the Council of Wizards. Again, why have you brought me here without my consent?” He ignored Loxton’s extended hand and folded his arms. It looked like he was aloof, which was an added bonus, but really it was to block the strong magic in the air from addling him. His stomach and torso area were the most sensitive to the feeling and left him slightly ill, even with the Desense Ring to protect him. He could have handled Hogwarts but this was just a little too much right now. White Towers was a bloody powder keg of magic.
He took a more thorough look at Rowland Loxton. The man had the posture of a leader… too aggressive for a greeting though. No, his eyes were a frozen mask and no matter how hard the man smiled Harry sensed unrest beneath it all. The dark book had been very thorough with information, and he’d had weeks at the Dursleys to read on the Council and the bloodthirsty Loxton.
Loxton’s smile faltered for a moment at Harry’s cold behavior. He picked it up again, teeth dazzling as he forged on quickly. “I’m afraid it was inevitable. The network was set to bring anyone with the Heir’s signature here the instant they stepped inside…”
“I believe we have a different understanding of the word inevitable, Mr. Loxton.” Harry broke in, a hard edge to his voice. “What you just described sounds a lot more like intentional. Perhaps an invitation would have been a better idea? That way I could have prepared, informed my headmaster of my unfortunate absence, arrived in a far more agreeable mood…”
He trailed off, eyeing the crowd of about fifty people who had come out to greet the Heir. They had been expecting him, all dressed in their best robes, hair dazzling and piled atop of the women’s elegant heads as they stood in prearranged spots and bowed. Anticipated or not, he was here now. Huh, guess it was lucky Malfoy had thought to dress him after all; he would have been quite the fool in Dudley’s hand-me-downs. It seemed he would be dealing with the Council of Wizards earlier than he had wished and already they had the upper hand by catching him off balanced. Best to get it over with; he would have to deal with these people in the future.
“…But, what’s done is done.” He said cordially and shook Loxton’s hand, making sure that the Heart of Chaos ring was visible. By the soft gasps, he knew the crest was recognized. “You may refer to me by my birth name if you wish; I’m sure I don’t have to introduce myself. Before I get too involved, I will need to inform my headmaster that I am alive and well.”
“Not to worry. We’ve already sent an owl.” Rowland shook Harry’s hand enthusiastically, eyes still unreachable. “How about we start with a tour? We can have someone rustle up a suitable dining robe for you before we start the feast. I cannot express how happy we are to have you with us, Harry Potter.”
Harry frowned, for the first time truly worried. “What, exactly, does this message say?” He asked lowly. If Rowland noticed the edge in his voice he showed no sign.
“Oh, just the normal message to set Dumbledore’s nerves at ease. I know how he can get at times. We’ve prepared a wonderful show, it was difficult to ship in the—”
“Chancellor.” Harry snapped. “What did the message say? If you have inadvertently given away my identity with an owl of all things…!” He stopped and took a deep breath before his anger could break loose. The hall had gone deathly silent at Harry’s quiet outburst. Loxton seemed frozen in fear, eyes unable to break from Harry’s gaze. Finally, a voice broke the heated exchange.
“Mr. Potter, there is no need to worry. With tradition, we have all been cursed with the inability to reveal your identity, intentional or otherwise. I’m sure Fudge would have had it plastered all over the papers by now if not.”
Harry looked up to find an elegantly handsome man with a shock of blue hair smiling soothingly behind Loxton. He vaguely remembered reading something about some failsafe being enacted fifty thousand or so years ago to stop the higher ups from causing him unnecessary trouble. “Ah, well that changes everything.” Harry said grimly. “As long as you have not used the Free Craft to go around this curse… but it is still in the possession of the Heralds of the Fae and I doubt they would be willing to part with it.”
He dismissed Loxton and turned to the blue haired man whose glamour couldn’t hide anything from Harry including the feathers from the tips of his ears. “You’re a descendent of my brother, the Soul of the Day.”
“You noticed.” The man beamed, giving a low bow. “Lesley Griffith, I am the First Chair; a Vice Chancellor of sorts but I’m aware how much Loxton hates that title.” He smiled, as if knowing by acknowledging Loxton’s displeasure he had effortlessly doubled it. Harry was reminded strongly of Sirius. “It is an honor, my liege.”
Harry smiled, enjoying the familiar energy coming from Lesley. Without Malfoy around it would have to do. “Not insane, I hope? I already have one madman wishing to hunt me down.”
Lesley’s laughter boomed through the hall and dispersed the tension in the room; although Harry was quick to notice some of the older people did not seem pleased with the man. “Well, I can’t vouch for the rest of my family, but I can assure you that I’m quite happy to see you well.” He stepped up and thumped Harry heartily on his back. “Solus Ta would have come himself, but I believe he would like to see you twist in the wind for a while first.”
As grim as it was, Harry laughed. Deep down he found it darkly humorous. Solus Ta, also known as the Soul of the Day, was watching in the wings. Out there somewhere he had a sadistic family just waiting to see him stumble under all the pressure thrown on him. If everything kept going the way it was, they wouldn’t have long to wait.
“Well, now that that little misunderstanding is out of the way.” Loxton took out a handkerchief and dabbed his brow elegantly, smile back in place. “I think we could all use a breather. Let us commence to the gardens and more thorough introductions.”
Harry allowed himself to be drawn out of the room, although Loxton’s arm on his shoulder parading him about left him feeling uneasy. He really didn’t like the vibe the man gave off and it had nothing to do with the dark book. Lesley’s presence calmed him, and he made sure the man stayed by his side as he was whisked through a maze of corridors until finally opening up to the outside and the huge gardens, the high classed crowd bustling behind them. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to owl his friends the next chance he got.
Hell… when was the last time he had been outside? He blinked in wonder at the scene revealed, as giant doors were charmed open to the bright gardens outside. He didn’t want to be here, sure, but damn if it wasn’t a view worth seeing. They were up high, amid mountains and lush blue-green forests that spanned down around the lofty castle. He was sure that some landscaper had spent their life’s work on the gardens outside, Malfoy probably would have known who it was… Loxton sure did and was quick to tell him about it, including every damn species of flower and animal as if he had created it himself. Harry rolled his eyes and tuned out the man, walking away from the walls and onto the grass. He was beyond playing nice today.
He kept walking, ignoring the others, until he reached where the land stopped abruptly at a steep drop off protected by a barrier that turned the air slightly blue around it. The barrier did more than stop people from falling from the cliffs, he noted. It also seemed to keep the cold air from permeating the castle; something important when, in the distance, light purple and blue snow capped mountain peeks were in abundance. Hundreds of feet below, he could see the tops of trees where birds were flying blissfully. Oh… he could see birds. From hundreds of feet away. Huh. He scratched his head, skimming the skyline for other signs of life. From far away the distinct roar of a dragon echoed, calling loudly to another of it’s kind. His heart twisted with it.
All he had to do was take that final step. He could fly; he hadn’t tried yet but he knew he could be soaring up, away from them all. Away from all his troubles until they were little specks on the horizon.
“You don’t want to step too close; the barrier is aggressive.” Lesley whispered, pointing to the west where a bridge, blindingly white in the sun, was seen. It was the only outside access to White Towers; floo and apparating into the arrival chamber the preferred form of transportation into the castle. The bridge led to a huge, wide road that spiraled down into the mountains until lost from sight. “The road was widened after the attack by the Behemoth of the Last Silence, to allow the Mountain Giants living in the area to enter for shelter and help guard the castle in attack. A new barrier was added less than a thousand years ago that prevents magical beings from entering.”
Harry nodded slowly. That bridge led to his freedom. “Can the barriers be removed at will, or does it have to be destroyed? I will be meeting the Heralds of Fae here at some point. They do not like to travel as wizards do… and it is rude to ask them to.” He met Lesley’s eyes, reading such desperate hope in the golden gaze he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“We keep the barrier up to keep those who control magical beings from attacking us.” Loxton cut in. “It can be lowered temporarily to allow certain visitors through and their rides; we have a few travelers who ride dragons in from long distances.”
“That’s good to know.” Harry watched with interest as Lesley’s eyes flashed. There was something going on here with the Council that definitely needed his attention. “The dragons out there; are they wild or are they being used by the Council?”
“Dragons?” The group turned to look out at the mountains curiously. “There have not been dragons here for thousands of years. The Scion Dragons once dwelled in these mountains along with hundreds of other magical species. They have slowly disappeared over the years.” Loxton informed him, not bothering to look out at the sky.
“I’ve always wanted to see one. The Scion Dragons are renowned for their intelligence and beauty.” A short man said wistfully, leaning closest to the barrier to scan the area below.
“And honour. You can’t forget that, Clive.” Lesley said with a grim smile. “But that left long ago from here, as well.”

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It had been chaos for the first fifteen minutes; the Order swarming into the castle, and Draco forced to go back to Grimmauld Place with an escort just to make sure Harry hadn’t gone back. Draco let them into the house temporarily, but Arthur and Molly wouldn’t go into the dark closet, not even when Draco stepped in to look for Harry. The second he was in the darkness he knew Potter wasn’t there. How, he wasn’t certain; it was the loss of power, a loss of his familiar presence that Draco realized with a start left him feeling utterly empty without.
They had done a quick look around but Draco knew Harry wasn’t in the house and, when he arrived at Hogwarts, he knew he wasn’t there either. But by that time everyone else knew as well. After the Order and Remus had left, an eagle had swept down, dropped a sealed parchment, and disappeared out the nearest window without so much as a glance back to ensure it had been seen.
They all stared at the roll of paper, the crest of the Council of Wizards in blood red wax clear and distinct. Draco’s dread increased. He watched silently as Dumbledore picked the scroll up, broke the seal with an aged finger, and read the elegant script. After a minute he looked up with a deep sigh. “Mr. Malfoy, this pertains to you.” Dumbledore waved him over, a tired look to his normally twinkling eyes.
Hands clammy, Draco turned the paper and stared at the page. Beneath his fear a slow burn of anger began to curl in his stomach. He watched blankly as the paper crumpled in his fist. “How dare they…” They had forced him to break his promise. He had promised to stay with Potter during his exritus and they had forcibly broken it. Eyes crackling with rage, he snapped his attention to Dumbledore who had been speaking.
“I’m afraid Harry will be detained for a few days. He has gained some unexpected interest and has been granted the honor of touring White Towers. I’m sure the experience will be good for him.”
“If they don’t kill him first.” Draco muttered, fists clenched at his sides to keep him from doing something violent. They had whisked Potter away during a very crucial time during his exritus. He was vulnerable, emotionally insecure; they obviously hoped to use it against him. Oh, they knew. The Council was one of the few that would know. Potter was at his weakest and they intended on exploiting it, to what ends the gods only knew. “I’m going after him. Now.” He said determinedly, shooting the group a look warning them not to try and stop him.
“By all means, Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore said carefully. “I’m afraid you will have some difficulty getting through the wards. White Towers’ floo is warded against the entry of outsiders ever since the public floo system was installed.”
Snarling, Draco stepped into the floo. He was the bloody Soul Vigil and they had no right to bar him from anywhere. “White Towers, the Council of Wizards!” The words echoed hollowly in the floo. His hair hadn’t even stirred. A strange, crazed smile twitched at his lips and his eyes glowed red. His voice was frighteningly calm as he spoke up into the floo where he could sense his presence being blocked from. “I will destroy you. You think you can steal Potter right from under my nose and then prevent me from entry to where I have all right to be? It doesn’t matter how long it takes. You will suffer for this transgression with your lives.” He meant it too. If Potter was harmed in any way during his abduction he would hunt the Council down and kill them. They had completely disregarded procedure, intentionally so, and whatever occurred after that moment was their responsibility.
“Why don’t you come out from there, Draco?” Arthur Weasley went to help the boy out of the floo in hopes of calming him, but the twins immediately stopped their father from stepping forward.
“If you value your life, you’ll leave him alone.” George warned quietly to the Professors and his parents. Draco’s magic was significantly weaker than a few weeks ago, but he could feel it trying to break loose from whatever was holding it back, and if that occurred they could all be in serious trouble. “Avoid looking directly in his eyes and just give him a wide berth for now…” He flinched as Draco’s power suddenly spiked. “Scratch that; everyone out. Now.” Draco was trying to tear a familiar looking collar from his neck and if he succeeded...
“Out.” Fred agreed, backing away from the power spikes barely contained by the spells on the collar.
“Perhaps my office would be a better place to discuss this new development.” Dumbledore said calmly. “I believe Draco will need some time to himself.” At the sound of his name, Draco turned his explosive gaze on the group, freezing everyone in their tracks with the power deep within the red depths.
“…I’ll be with you shortly.” Draco turned back to glare up at the floo, allowing the group to leave without incident. Alone, Draco kept pushing at the bonds holding his power in check. He’d had two weeks to gain enough consciousness over his power to fight back at the collar but he feared that it was still futile. There was no weakness, no break to focus on. He knew, as he knew a lot of things he couldn’t explain, that eventually he would be able to break through with his own power, but right now eventually wasn’t good enough.

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“Dear gods, I thought he was going to eat my soul.” Molly gasped, sitting shakily in the offered chair.
“He wouldn’t have hurt you mum. Not unless you tried to interfere.” Fred patted her hand kindly. “He can be scary at times, and impossible to understand, but he’s a good bloke deep inside.”
“I think we should be grateful Fudge had not been aware of this meeting.” Arthur said softly, a grim line to his mouth.
“Indeed.” Dumbledore agreed turning to the Transfiguration Professor with a mild look. “Minerva?”
“As is, I can’t recommend he be allowed in with the rest of the students. I can have a list made up of what he will need to study and let him catch up while he learns to control himself.”
“He’s usually better.” George broke in. “He’s just really angry right now over whatever that letter said. This isn’t his normal behavior.” He kept the fact that what Draco had shown for power, was only a small percent of what the boy truly held, to himself. It could only spread unnecessary fear. Draco had control; that he was certain.
“Still, I can’t allow him to put the other students in danger until I’m convinced otherwise.” Minerva insisted. “It’s bad enough with the rumors going on about him; if he starts proving them right the Ministry will be down here in an instant.”
“Then let us work with him. He trusts us.” Fred looked to Dumbledore whose twinkling eyes were set on reassuring. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t interfere with our teaching. There are two of us after all.”
“I think that is a great idea. I’ll have Mr. Malfoy’s room set up next to yours.”
George bit his lip. “I think he needs something a little further away from nosy kids. His hearing is crazy sharp and he won’t be able to sleep so close to the Ravenclaws.”
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. “I think I know just the room.” He gave Molly a searching look, noticing her unusual fidgeting.
“Well, normally I wouldn’t say this.” Molly said carefully. “If possible, I think Harry and Draco should be as close together as possible. I think they’ll be good for each other.”
“Yes, I’ve had quite the conversation with Alastor on just this subject. From what I have seen, they seem to be supporting each other at the moment. I’ll see what can be done.”
“Have they? Oh, I’m so relieved.” Molly beamed. “It was such a hard thing to watch, when it was possible they would never, well… I’m sure you understand, Albus.”
“Yes, it is quite the wonder. I was rather surprised about the whole incident… but I suppose it is starting to make sense now…” Dumbledore mussed, studying his folded hands. “Mr. Malfoy is a very remarkable young man.”
“Yes, I guess he must be.” If he had such an effect on Harry, Draco must be remarkable indeed.
Fred and George exchanged confused glances. They didn’t know what was going on, but Malfoy was making quite a stink about Harry being taken to White Towers, and they had never known their mother to ever suggest anyone hang out with a Malfoy. Silently, they made a mental promise to grill Draco once he had finished destroying the arrival chamber.
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