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Dream and Promise	By : AlysonElizabeth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dream and Promise

Author: Alyson Elizabeth

Summary: Voldemort was defeated, but instead of death, Draco was sentenced to live out his life as a Muggle. However, four years later, a very-changed Harry Potter has come to Draco with a promise to restore him. But the price of Draco�s restoration is more than just blood ... (H/D).

Rating: NC-17 (This chapter, however, is only PG)

Notes: Oh my ... my first HP fic...

Dream and Promise: Chapter One

:::TRYING TO SURVIVE:::

Outside the classroom, clouds began to form in the sky, blocking out the sun and casting a gray shadow over the college. By the time the lesson had ended, just as the professor was giving out their assignments (a four-page essay due by the end of the week, just perfect) rain was beginning to fall from the mass above. As the class began to disband, a few of the students stopped to complain about the weather, but one student just pushed past all of them, ducking his blonde head down as he walked along.

Personally, Draco Malfoy rather liked this kind of weather. The dark clouds and the rain matched his mood perfectly. As the rest of the students outside ran to get to their next class quickly so that they wouldn�t get soaked, Draco took his time walking along the campus, opting to not take a bus back to his apartment but to walk in the rain.

The walk took almost an hour, and by the time Draco managed to unlock his door with shivering hands, the only dry part on his body was the middle of his chest, where he had clutched onto his books and notes so they would not become wet.

Not caring that he was probably ruining the carpet on the hallway floor, Draco set down his books and removed his jacket, hanging it up on a nail he had put in the wall. He walked down the hallway, past the bedroom and the kitchen, to the bathroom, where he started to draw a hot bath.

The light flickered before completely turning on, casting a strange yellow glow in the bathroom. Draco caught a glance of himself in the bathroom mirror and quickly turned away from the broken glass. He didn�t need a mirror to see how awful he looked; his hair, once a brilliant blonde halo had turned a ashen gray, his eyes the same color. His pale skin was ghostly white, his lips such a dull pink they almost blended in with his cheeks, which were sunken in, revealing sharp cheekbones poking out of his skin almost painfully. Draco was not proud of the way he looked, but he knew that right now, there was no other option. The time in his life where he could afford to care about his appearance was over; he had other responsibilities now.

The bath was only half full when Draco turned the water off, knowing from past experience that the hot water had probably already ran out. Slipping off the rest of his soaking clothes, he sat down in the steaming water, momentarily closing his eyes as his chilled body became warm.

He played with the thought of resting in the bath for the rest of the day, but after fifteen minutes or so, the water had begun to cool and his skin began to prune up, so Draco unhappily pulled the plug on the drain, stepping out of the tub.

Once he had dried off and put some clothes on (an old long-sleeved thing that he had bought when he first moved to Newcastle and a pair of faded jeans at least two sizes too big) he settled down at his desk, which was in his bedroom, and began work on his assignments.

Almost an hour after he began work, his stomach began to growl at him. At first, he tried to ignore the annoying noise, but the noise just increased, and soon the shaking returned to his hands in such a way that he couldn�t keep on writing. Letting out an angry sigh, he pushed himself away from the desk.

�I don�t have the time for this,� he said to himself, standing from his desk and walking towards the kitchen. He began going through cabinets, looking for something to eat, but all he found was some milk-powder stuffed in the back of the highest cabinet. With nothing else to do, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, and then poured in a fair amount of the white powder, stirring it in with his finger. He took a large gulp from the glass and shivered - truly, it was disgusting - and promised himself that he would buy himself some food after he finished his school work.

He took another long drink from the glass, and while he was doing that, his gaze fell upon a calendar that he had tacked up to the wall to cover a hole that had once been a light switch. One of his daily habits was to cross off each day that went by, but he had not been home long enough to do that for several days. Setting down his glass of milk/water, he took the pen that was attached to the calendar and began crossing off the days that had already passed. When he finished he realized that the current day was October 16, a Friday.

The hand which held the pen dropped down to his side and his mouth set itself into a firm, tight line. Subconsciously, he thought, he knew that this day had been something important when it began, but he just realized now what it was.

Today was The Anniversary.

It had been four years since the final battle between good and evil in the wizarding world. It had been Draco�s seventh and final year of school when it occurred. At the time, Draco was preparing to take the Dark Mark, which was the sign that would forever mark him as a faithful follower of Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord.

On that day, October 16, he had received word from his father that he was going to be initiated that night. He waited all day long with a nervous anticipation of the night ahead of him. He had no idea that his most trusted professor and godfather, Severus Snape, was a spy for the side of light, so when he told his friends Crabbe and Goyle about his �special� plans during Potions, he did not think about what his professor would tell Dumbledore and the rest of the do-gooders.

Night had fallen, and Draco had Apparated to the secret location that Voldemort had chosen. When he arrived, Draco was initially shocked at the amounts of Death Eaters that had shown up just to see him receive the Dark Mark. His father explained to him, in hushed tones, that his mark was to be special. Draco was going to be the first initiated in the new generation of Death Eaters. Because of the special occasion, Voldemort had called all of his followers to celebrate.

They never got the chance.

Before the ceremony even began, several dozen (maybe even two hundred or more) wizards and witches came from all over the forest, surrounding them. It was a massacre; many of the Death Eaters were wiped out in the first moments, caught unaware.

Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa, where standing right in front of Draco when a single killing curse hit the two of them at once. Draco saw the blinding green light flash behind his parents ... he saw the look of disbelief on his father�s face and the horror in his mother�s eyes just before they both fell. Draco stood there, powerless, as his parents died right before them.

The witch who had cast the curse on his parents, the mudblood Hermione Granger, stood just a few yards in front of Draco. She had a look of sympathy in her eyes, almost as if she felt sorry for him. He reached for his wand, but another curse, Stupefy perhaps, came from someone standing at his side, and he was knocked unconscious.

When he finally awoke, it was all over. He sat up slowly, his head burning and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He opened his eyes slowly, smoke stinging at his eyes.

They were burning the bodies of the dead Death Eaters. His parents were no longer next to him, yet there were still bodies all around. Many he recognized as his parents� friends; these had been the people who he had grown up around when they would visit his parents at the Manor. Now they were just empty shells, some of their eyes still open. Open, but not seeing anything.

They had taken him to Azkaban that night, and they had left him there for almost two weeks before his trial came. He did not think that he was going to be spared ... all of the Death Eaters who had been tried had all received the same fate; the Dementor�s Kiss.

During his trial, a lot of his questions were answered. Snape�s testimony revealed that he had placed a tracking spell on Draco just after Potions class that day so that they would be able to find the location of the ceremony and stop it. He learned that it wasn�t Harry Potter at all who finally ended Voldemort�s reign; it had been Minerva McGonagall, of all people, who stabbed the Dark Lord through the heart with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Of course, Harry Potter had been distracting him at the time. Which also led to another interesting twist - after the battle had ended, Harry Potter had disappeared. They could not find his body, nor could they find any of his belongings, such as his wand. It was as though he had just vanished into the air.

At the beginning, it just seemed as though Draco was going to receive the same punishment as all of the others, but then one person stepped up and fought for him. The girl who had murdered his parents was the one who actually saved his life.

For hours on end, Granger fought for him, saying that because he did not receive the Dark Mark, he should not have been punished like the Death Eaters. Maybe he was planning to fight it off, she said. Now, everyone knew, especially Draco, that he was planning to do no such thing, but since the Ministry of Magic could not prove that receiving the mark was a part of his plans, they could not condemn him to the Dementor�s Kiss.

They did worse.

It only took them a few moments to remove from him what he had spent a lifetime trying to perfect. They stole his magic from him, taking all of his abilities and forcing them into a small sphere, then destroying it right in front of him. They condemned him to the life of a Muggle, banning him from the wizarding world for the rest of his life.

�It is fitting,� the new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, had said after the sentence was carried out, �that one who hated the muggles so much will now have to exist as one. Perhaps, Mr. Malfoy, you will find happiness in your new life. I have seen how the muggles live, and I have seen many of them perfectly happy with their lives. This does not have to be a punishment, if you do not make it into one.�

It had been almost four years since he had become a Muggle, and Draco had yet to experience one moment of happiness. He had moved to Newcastle upn Tyne immediately after his magic was removed from him, and had quietly enrolled in the college there. All of his money had been taken from him, but Professor Snape had seen to it that his entire tuition and books were to be paid for. He had received one letter from his ex-Professor about a month after he had left. It was mostly technicalities, informing him that it was very important that he do well in school so that he could get a job and survive. The only bit that even showed emotion was the very end, where Snape expressed regret over what had happened to his parents. He even asked Draco to write back.

Draco had burned the letter.
Draco turned away from the calendar, dumping the rest of the tepid milk down the drain. Not surprisingly, he was no longer hungry. He tried as hard as he could to not think about what had happened since then, but sometimes, especially on the important anniversaries, it was impossible not to remember how his life had been before.

He walked back out of the kitchen and to his desk. He still had a paper to write and at least two assignments to complete.

Draco worked late into the night, as usual. Because of the clouds, night fell earlier than usual, so Draco just lit a few candles to work by. By the time he finally decided to quit, he had a strong outline done for his paper and all of his assignments done. He changed into some sweatpants, and was getting ready to crawl into bed when he heard a knock on the front door.

Draco stopped in his tracks. In the year-and-a-half since he had moved out of the dorms and into his own apartment, not a single person had come to stop by. And if they had, Draco was sure that none of them would bother coming in at 1:30 in the morning.

Whoever it was knocked again, but Draco suddenly got a bad feeling about it. He did not move from his spot in the bedroom, deciding to let the person think that no one was home.

�Malfoy ... I know you�re in there. Let me in.�

Draco�s heart nearly stopped in his chest. That voice ... it couldn�t be ...

Draco ran through the apartment, unlocking the door with shaking hands and swinging it open so violently he nearly knocked himself backwards.

And on the other side of the threshold stood none other than the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, Harry Potter.

�Hello there, Malfoy. Quite a lovely place you�ve got here.� Potter said, his mouth turned in a small smirk. �Care to let an old arch-enemy in? It�s bloody cold out here ... although I suppose it�s not too much warmer in there, judging by the amount of shaking you�re doing.�

Draco didn�t know what to do, so he just let his instincts take over as he stepped back from the door, softly saying, �Come in.�

�There you are, Malfoy.� Potter said, stepping in out of the hallway. �For a moment there, I thought that they took away your speech as well.�

Draco met Potter�s eyes, not sure of what he was supposed to say or do in this situation. He hadn�t seen someone from his childhood since he was banished, and why on earth would Harry Potter come to see him?

�I thought you have vanished.� Draco said, still standing in the middle of his hallway. Potter smiled at him, a real smile this time, and said, �I didn�t vanish. I just took a vacation.�

�Why are you here?�

This time Potter laughed at Draco. �My, now that you�ve found your voice, you just seem to be spitting out all kinds of questions, aren�t you?�

Draco felt something rise in his chest, something that he hadn�t felt in a long time. Anger. It was good to know that Potter would always have the same effect on him. �I think it�s my right to ask questions.� he said. �After all, it�s you who had come to my home, in the middle of the night, after four years of being gone.�

�You make it sound as though we were lovers.� Potter said, laughing again as Draco�s jaw dropped. �Honestly, I just came to see if it was true. If the great Draco Malfoy had been reduced to a poor Muggle. Obviously, I did not hear wrong.�

Draco�s temper flared, but suddenly cooled down to nothing as the usual feeling of numbness took over. It did not bother him to hear what he already knew, he thought. �Well, it�s true. Have a good laugh, maybe even curse me a little, but then, please leave.� he said, his voice emotionless. �I need to get some sleep.�

Potter�s smile faded. �What? Is that it? I called you a Muggle, Malfoy. You�re worse than a squib. And all I�m going to get for that is �I need to get some sleep�? The Malfoy I know would have at least thrown a punch for that.�

�He�s dead.� Draco said. �The person you knew died a long time ago. I�m not nearly as fun.�

Potter smiled again, taking a step forward into Draco�s personal space. �No, I don�t think he died. I just think he�s lost somewhere.� He took another step forward. Draco moved to step back, but there was something in Potter�s eyes that wasn�t letting him move. It was almost as though Potter was drawing him closer.

Potter took another step closer so that he was standing nose-to-nose with Draco. He spoke in a whisper, so softly that Draco had to strain his ears to hear him. �You�re just lost Draco, just like I got lost. They found me Draco, and I can find you. I can make you strong again. I can give you back what you�ve lost.�

�You can�t ...� Draco said, his words coming out weaker as he held onto Potter�s green gaze. �My powers ... they destroyed them all. There�s no magic left in me.�

�Perhaps. But I can give you your magic back. All you have to do is let me. I�ll make you stronger than ever.� Harry said. He leaned closer to Draco, breaking the connection between their eyes as he moved his head down to Draco�s neck.

Draco let out a sharp breath as he felt something incredibly sharp and painful and cold slide into the flesh of his neck. His heart began to beat loudly, but over the sound of his own breathing and his heart, he could faintly hear the sound of Harry sucking ...his vision darkened, and Draco passed out.
It was morning when Draco awoke. His mouth was dry and his head hurt horribly. For a moment, Draco was confused as to why he was laying on the floor of his hallway, but as he opened his eyes and saw the message on the wall, the memories came back to him.

His hands shaking, Draco reached up and felt his neck, wincing as his fingers touched an open wound that was still slowly leaking blood.

Above him, written in blood on the wall, was the message, �I�ll be back.�

Suddenly overcome with a sense of nausea and fatigue, Draco�s head fell back down to the floor, and again, he passed out.
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