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Darkness Or Light. What Is your Choice?	By : Kalariona Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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As usual, I have nothing to do with Harry Potter. There is no way I would have come up with all of the great names for the sweets. (How in hell is a �cockroach cluster� a sweet?)
Anyway

DARKNESS OF LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

The Library And The Vision

Harry

Study session in the Library tomorrow after breakfast. Ron too. We need to make a start on the plan for our potions.

Blaise + Draco

Harry stared dubiously at the note he received at dinner the day before. He liked Blaise, sure. He was slightly different to any of the other Slytherins he had actually made conversation with, although slightly strange. It was trying to study in the company of Malfoy, while tensely waiting for an insult to be sent his way which was worrying him. True, he had hardly said more than a few words to him since term started, but that wouldn�t stop him. And Ron had to actually work with him! It was going to be interesting to see how long it would take the two of them to get into an argument. Hermione guessed 2 minutes at most. Seamus betted against her and stated that he would last at least five.
�Hey Harry. At least eat would you!� Ron poked him in the side, bringing him to focus again. �Staring at it wont help you eat it you know.�
Harry picked up his spoon and began automatically shoving cornflakes into his mouth. He then looked up to see Hermione frowning at him.
�What�s wrong �Mione?� Harry clunked his spoon back into the bowl after eating about half of it and pushed it away. Hermione�s frown deepened.
�I don�t like the idea of you studying with Malfoy and Blaise. They�re up to something.�
�Of course Malfoy is up to something!� Ron stated around his bacon sandwich. �Isn�t he always? Anyway, we have to start our coursework. I don�t want to fail.�
Harry nodded his agreement, then looked across the hall to the Slytherin table. Blaise and Parkinson were there, ignoring each other for some reason. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Parkinson chose that moment to look up and saw Harry staring in her direction. She blushed and smiled at him, then looked back down at her food. Harry was shocked, unused to this show of affection from the Slytherin girl.
�Pansy Parkinson is looking good this year, isn�t she?� Ron whispered across the table at him. �Especially when she smiles.� Harry nodded slightly. It was true. Parkinson looked a lot better. Her nose being the prominent difference. She had done something to it, but the wording failed him at that moment.
��Bout time she had a nose job!� Came Hermione�s snide comment to Ron. �That�s it!� Harry thought to himself.
�Nose job?� Ron asked questioningly. Harry explained.
�It�s when someone has an operation to swap their nose with another one because they are dissatisfied with it.� Ron nodded, grasping the point.
�Still, she looks good!�
Hermione snorted. She still hadn�t forgiven Pansy for the insults about her teeth in third and fourth year and was constantly muttering comments about her. Harry sighed and took a sip of tea. He was feeling especially tired this morning. He was still getting the nightmares, only they were alternating between the disturbing one and the Voldemort one. He did go to see Dumbledore about it, but couldn�t tell him anything apart from there was an unknown figure, standing next to Voldemort. Dumbledore had shown surprise and confusion, which meant he didn�t know anymore than Harry himself.
�Harry?� He heard Hermione say quietly. �Are you going to eat any more than that?� She pushed the bowl of half eaten cornflakes towards him, ignoring the strange look that Ron was giving her. Harry stood up and picked up his bag.
�No. I�m going to the library. Ron. I�ll meet you there.� Without waiting for an answer, he left the Great Hall and made his way to the library. Hermione was beginning to worry too much. She always seemed to be staring at him lately. Half the time Harry felt that he couldn�t even go to the bathroom without Hermione asking him where he was going. She was acting like an over protective girlfriend! Harry chuckled lightly and pushed open the doors to the library. It was relatively empty at that time of the morning. As it was Saturday, quite a few students were either still in bed or relaxing in the common room. There were a few students, scattered around the tables and Harry spotted Malfoy sitting at the far table near to the window, engrossed in a book.
Harry shifted his backpack to his other shoulder and then made his way over to Malfoy�s table. The blond kept his eyes on his book, even when Harry cleared his throat.
�Potter.� Malfoy�s voice was gravely. Harry noticed bags under his red eyes. His hair, which was usually gelled back neat, was loose and falling in his face Draco Malfoy, usually noted for his pristine, immaculate image, in short, looked a mess!
�Malfoy.� Harry answered. �Not meaning to be rude, well maybe I do, but you look a right state!�
�I know.� Malfoy muttered, covering his eyes with a hand. �Didn�t sleep at all last night. Nightmares.�
Before Harry could answer him, he was startled by two arms swinging around his neck and a weight on his back. �Heya Harry!� Blaise!
�Hi Blaise.� He responded. Blaise removed his hands and sunk into the chair next to him, not before ruffling Harry�s hair.
�You should have waited Draco.� Blaise removed his books from his bag, then dumped it onto the chair next to him. �Or at least brushed your hair this morning. It looks like a birds nest.� Malfoy lifted the hand which wasn�t attached to his face and gave Blaise the finger. Blaise chuckled, then turned to Harry. �So, read up on the potion?�
�I did.� Harry replied. �Are you sure we are allowed to make this? I mean, its dangerous if made incorrectly and I�m not a wiz at Potions!�
�Of course we are.� Blaise opened his potions text to the relevant page. �Most Potent Potions was on the list and was the one I picked. This sounded the most interesting one.�
�Memory remake?� Malfoy raised his head. �How does that sound interesting exactly?�
�Not the name, the description.� Blaise began to read it for Malfoy�s benefit. �More reliable than the Obliverate Charm, Memory remake cannot backfire. If made incorrectly, the potion will explode when complete. This potion can be made in different forms. Made to a specific colour, the potion can make the drinker lose a certain amount of memory or certain parts. There is no cure to this potion.� Blaise looked up. �Cool!�
Have you and Ron decided what potion you are making?� Harry asked Malfoy, who nodded his head.
�Empathos!� Came Ron's voice from the head of the table. They all looked up at the grinning redhead. �My idea. Malfoy agreed.� Harry turned to lay surprised eyes on Malfoy, who had dropped his eyes to his book as soon as Harry looked at him.
�What does it do?� He looked back at his best friend.
�Lets you read another's emotions for a short period of time. The history of the potion states that it used to be used by suspicious people who didn�t trust their partners declaration of love.� Ron fingered his necklace. �Although there are other ways to spot emotion!�
He winked at Harry, who realised what he was referring to. The Ouroborus. He automatically touched his own necklace, feeling the rough surface under his fingers. He didn�t know why he was so attached to it. Sure, it wasn�t a proper Ouroborus. The symbol originally came from the Orient. A serpent biting his own tail seemed to be devouring and regurgitating itself. Both destroying and creating-the cycle of life! Harry had read a lot of books over the summers at the Dursleys, from The Origins of Alchemy in Græco-Roman Egypt, by Jack Lindsay to all sorts of books on Prophesy. The symbols had intrigued him. Ouroborus takes the form of a circle, a shape sometimes described as "the most perfect of geometrical figures" because it forms a complete separation between that which is inside and that which is outside, with one continuous line. As such, both the circle and the Ouroborus are symbols of infinity and eternity. The one that Ron had given him was different. It was two snakes instead of one.
�Harry?� He focused again to see a hand waving in front of his face by a concerned Ron. �Are you okay?�
�Sure.� He replied. �Let�s get to work. I�d like to have the plan written out this morning at least.�
Ron dumped his bag on the table and took the seat next to Malfoy, who almost immediately turned to him and began talking to him in quiet tones, Ron nodding in agreement at intervals. If Harry hadn�t seen it, he wouldn�t have believed it. It looked like both Hermione and Seamus were wrong. He smiled and began planning his Potion with Blaise
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To say that Pansy was annoyed was an understatement! She was pissed! Blaise had made a bet with her that he could get Potter�s affections before she could. He had an unfair advantage as Professor Snape had paired him with Potter in potions and she had got stuck with Granger. Admittedly, Pansy knew that she was smart, but Granger held a grudge against her and seemed to speak down her nose when addressing her. It had been agreed that their Potion would be a Perception Altering Potion. A difficult potion to brew. They had both agreed that it sounded interesting. Granger had a talent for finding information in books and Pansy was good at memorising ingredients and making potions. The work would go well.
Pansy�s thoughts went to Draco. He had been acting strangely ever since the train ride to school on Monday. He didn�t fight with Potter anymore, just walked away with a strange look in his pale eyes. During the Potion lesson yesterday, he had sat at his desk with his face in his hands for practically the whole lesson. Weasley had actually been concerned. Pansy�s heart warmed at the thought of Weasley. He had become quite the looker recently. Not like Potter of course, but nice. He was very tall, unlike Potter or herself. She was only a few inches taller that Potter herself. Draco also towered over her. It sometimes made her feel slightly inadequate, but in all, she was proud of her petite figure.
�Hey Pansy.� Millicent Bulstrode walked over to the green armchair that Pansy was lounging in by the fire. She would have been outside practicing her broom flying skills, but it was too cold outside. Besides, the main reason why she would be practicing was in the library with Draco and Blaise. �Have you seen my Transfiguration essay?�
Pansy reached down beside the chair and pulled out a roll of parchment, handing it to Millicent with a sigh. Transfiguration. Figures she would forget that essay, thinking about Potter again. Flying practice would happen tonight. Besides, Potter usually flied at night!
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Harry was dreaming.
He knew that he was. He had finished his Potion plan and had waited for Blaise to finish, resting his cheek on his folded arms which were leaning on the table. He must have fallen asleep. This in itself was surprising for he hardly slept anymore.

Harry was walking. He was barefoot and walking on damp leaves. He was in the middle of a wood. It was night time. The sky was clear and the stars could clearly be seen. A gentle breeze blew. Everything was calm and tranquil.
Until....
It was screaming first. Startled screaming and horrified cries coming from beyond the trees. Harry ran, trying to find a way around the trees, wanting to stop the cries of terror. After a little fumbling, he made his way out of the wood into a small lane of a village. The Dark Mark was already in place above the houses and bodies of dead Muggles lay around him. He said nothing. There was nothing he could say. He just stared up at the Dark Mark, his mind a blank.

�Harry Potter!� The high, cold voice, so prominent in all his nightmares spoke from behind him. Harry turned around to see..
....nothing. Absolutely nothing. No lane, no dead bodies. Nothing.

Harry Potter!� The voice said again. It seemed to come from all around him. �Welcome my boy. I�m glad you have finally decided!�

�Wha....?� Harry didn�t know what to say, but the voice continued.

�You will be powerful! We will be powerful! Nothing will stand in our way. Succumb to your destiny!�

Harry screamed. His scar exploded and along with that, felt a sharp jolt on the back of his head.
�Harry? HARRY!� Harry vaguely heard Ron�s voice from afar. �Oh no, his scar! Blaise, get Madam Pomfrey, quickly.�
�Potter?� He heard Malfoy quite clearly in his ear. �I�m going to lift you up to carry

you to the Hospital Wing. Is that okay?� Harry could hardly nod his head, the amount of pain he was in, but hade enough movement for Malfoy to understand his acknowledgement. The last thing he knew before he lost consciousness was the feel of two arms wrapping themselves around him, lifting him from the ground.
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Draco was speechless! This was the first time he had seen Potter writhing in agony from a pain in his scar. He had fallen from his chair and was now lying on his back,

his hands were clasped over his forehead, fingernails clawing and scraping his skin. It didn�t actually quite click what was going on until Weasley�s voice awoke him from his stupor.
�Harry? HARRY! Oh no, his scar! Blaise, get Madam Pomfrey, quickly.�
Blaise nodded his head and ran out of the library. Other students in the library had stood up and were trying to get a good look at what was going on. Draco didn�t know why, but this angered him somewhat. He walked over to Potter and lifted him into a seated position. The chest pain and heartburn he experienced around Potter had faded somewhat, but he felt a strange sense of protectiveness for the boy. Angrily, Draco shook it away and spoke into Potter�s ear.
�Potter. I�m going to lift you up to carry you to the Hospital Wing. Is that okay?�
Harry gave a tiny nod, his hands still grasping his face. Draco placed one arm around Harry�s shoulders and one under his knees, lifting him off the ground. He was so light! Harry�s hands fell from his forehead to dangle loosely. He was unconscious, but his scar was bleeding!
�Weasley. Walk with me and hold open the doors!� Draco ordered. Lets get him to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible.� Ron, seeing the blood on Potter�s forehead, made no argument, just went to the library doors and held one open.
They walked in silence until they met Madam Pomfrey running down the corridor.
�Mr Malfoy.� She admonished. �Why didn�t you just use the levitating spell to bring him here?� Draco blushed. He had never thought of it! According to Weasley�s face, neither had he. The nurse tutted, then turned back around. �Well, no matter, just bring him along.�
Draco and Ron followed her along the corridor and into the Hospital Wing. Draco deposited Harry on a bed, then was jostled out with Ron and Blaise.
�You can see him later.� She snapped, then closed the doors to the Hospital Wing, ignoring the protests of the three Wizards.
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Alright. Done. Please review.
By the way, I�m sorry for the overly explained part about the Ouroborus. I just need people to actually know what it is before they read further. It is a real symbol with a profound meaning. The one that Ron, Harry and Hermione are wearing is my Wizards version, but for love. The symbol will be very important in later chapters.

By the way, I really need help on the romantic-ish chapters later. If anyone has any idea�s, I will gladly listen.

Thanks for reading this. Next chapter will be out soon.

See ya

Rie
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