Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name

~~Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name....~~

~~Chapter Three: I Hate You...Don't I?~~

'Want to play some chess?' a voice asked.

Harry sighed and shook his head whilst gazing out of his dorm room window. 'No,' he replied quietly.

'Some Exploding Snap then?'

'No.'

A few minutes of silence followed before the person tried desperately to think of something else. 'I know, why don't we polish our brooms? We haven't done that in a while...'

Harry shook his head again. 'No, Ron. Maybe another time,' he said.

'Harry...come on mate....there's got to be something we can do while Hermione's up in the library studying. You want to look at our Chocolate Frog Card collection?'

'No, Ron, I don't,' Harry said irritably then turning to face Ron. 'I just want to be left alone all right? Can't you just leave me to that or do you constantly have to be hounding me?'

Ron looked at Harry worriedly. 'I didn't mean anything by it Harry, honestly. I'm just, I don't know...worried about you lately, that's all. You're acting a bit...well...'

Harry leveled a cool gaze at Ron and said, 'Acting a bit what, Ron?'

'Err...odd. You're acting really odd, Harry, and Hermione and me are concerned. This isn't like you, Harry, you're not like this usually,' Ron said lowing his gaze away from his best friend.

'Oh, I see. Now you and Hermione have taken it upon yourselves to examine my habits lately, is that it?' Harry said coldly.

'Yes...I mean...no...' Ron stammered and looked back up at Harry. 'What's going on with you, Harry? Lately you're either holed up here in the dorm speaking to no one, or you're snapping at the people who do talk to you. You barely even say two words to me and Hermione anymore either, and we're your best friends,' Ron said.

'Yeah...my best friends...' Harry said mockingly. 'So just because you think you are my best friends, that makes it all right to consistently be at my heels, marking my every action? Judging me for everything I do?'

'That's not true, Harry! Come on mate you know that's not it. We're not judging you for anything you're doing. We love you and that's why we don't understand why you're being this way. It's hurting us to see how much you are hurting right now...' Ron said quietly.

Harry stared at Ron a moment though it was almost as if he wasn't really seeing him. Slumping his shoulders and drawing his gaze down to the floor he sighed. 'I'm sorry Ron, you're right. You two are my best friends,you've always been there for me through thick and thin. I don't know what's going on with me right now, if I did I'd tell you. It's just that right now there's some things I need to work out for myself that's all, can you understand that?' Harry said almost pleadingly and looked back up at Ron.

Ron's eyes softened as he saw how torn up his friend wasat that moment. 'Of course I can, Harry. Everyone needs time to themselves, you more than anyone,' Ron said with a half grin. 'Besides, if anyone knows what it's like to need quiet time it's me eh? With all my family round as they are hovering like bats, I never get a moment's peace,' he chuckled.

Harry chuckled himself and nodded. 'Boy is that true. I could barely think this Summer when I stayed that fortnight at your house. Not only were Bill and Charlie there, but Percy's girlfriend Penelope, Charlie's girlfriend Anna, Bill's friend Mark, Charlie's girlfriend Sarah, as well as you, Hermione, Ginny, your parents and me all in one house. It was like a zoo.'

'I reckon the zoo would have been quieter actually!' Ron grinned. 'Oh, I didn't tell you did I? About the post I got yesterday morning?'

Harry shook his head. 'No what post?'

'Seems Percy, straightlaced Perce, finally popped the big question to Penelope. Can you imagine that?' Ron said rolling his eyes. 'Mum said it was so romantic from what Penelope told her. He got down on one knee just like the Muggles do and recited a poem from Shakespeare or someone, thendid the whole ring bit. Don't know where he got that Muggle idea from but it worked and she said yes. They haven't set the date yet though, but Mum said Penelope's opting for a Summer wedding."

'Wow, really? I suppose there's hope for Percy after all huh,' Harry grinned. 'What about Charlie and Anna though? I thought they were getting married soon.'

Ron shook his head. 'Nah, they decided to hold off till breeding season with the dragons is over. Too much work to do right now, so they're waiting till Yule or something. It's Bill and Mark that I'm wondering about really.'

Harry gave Ron a strange look. 'What do you mean by that?'

Ron looked strange for a moment and a slight blush crept up his face and he fidgeted for a moment. 'Err...that is...you mean you really don't know about them?'

'No, Ron, I really don't have a clue what you mean. What about them?' Harry asked curiously.

'Well it's not like it's really um...common knowledge. Not that Mum and Dad are upset mind you but...well Bill being oldest and all you know how they are protective and all...and they do keep it quiet when they're home and all...'

'Just spill it, Ron, honestly. What's the big deal about them?' Harry asked getting irritable again.

'Oh all right, I reckon I can tell you because you're family now. Bill and Mark...that is...oh heck...Mark is Bill's boyfriend, Harry. They're err...together...as in you know...dating each other,' Ron said blushing profusely now.

Harry stared at Ron with a shocked look on his face. 'D-dating? You mean...you mean Bill's...well you know...that way?' he said in a strange voice.

'That's usually what 'dating' means, Harry, unless I missed something somewhere. So I suppose now you know the err...little Weasley secret eh? They've been dating for five years now actually, mainly in secret because of their work. Mum found out the hard way you could say, and boy was she surprised! She learned quickly not to just Apparate into Bill's flat without notice!' Ron grinned.

Harry slightly grinned himself though inside his mind was in turmoil. 'And....their being together...that's really all right with your Mum and Dad? They don't mind him being...that way?' Harry asked hesitantly.

'Well at first I think they were a bit upset only because Mum really wants tons of grandchildren. But the last couple of years she's warmed up to things, and is really happy for them. Dad gave Bill and Mark the 'lecture' bout err...well whatever it is you lecture bout to ahh...two men being together. Merlin knows how my dad knew what to say, but apparently he did and now everything's fine,' Ron said with a nod.

'It doesn't bother anyone else in the family?' Harry asked curiously.

Ron shook his head. 'Nope, not a whit. But then I've got a high suspicion Fred and George didn't say much cause err...well I think at least one of them if not both are gay too. Not that they'd say anything considering, I think they didn't want to give Mum and Dad a heart attack coming out at the same time as Bill did.'

'Wait a minute, how can they be gay? They've both dated girls for years! Heck they took Angeline and Katie to the Leaving Ball before they left Hogwarts even,' Harry said skeptically.

Ron shrugged. 'That means nothing, Harry. I bet they're bi then if anything.'

'Bi? What's that?' Harry asked puzzled.

'Oi, Harry! For a bloke who grew up in the Muggle world, don't you know anything about dating and stuff? Someone who's bi likes both men and woman,' Ron said.

Harry did look shocked now. 'B-both? You mean...you can really do that? Isn't that even worse then well....you know...even being gay?'

'Nah, I mean not really. I don't know about in the Muggle world, but in the Wizarding world it's not really that unacceptable I suppose. Not that being that way is easy, it's not. Bill sometimes tells me what he and Mark put up with if by chance they're seen holding hands or snogging in public. They're sneered at sometimes, but no one would think to hurt them like I hear they do in the Muggle world,' Ron said with a shrug.

Harry sighed for a moment in an oddly dejected way. 'So basically, being gay in either world is pretty much something to be avoided at all costs.'

'I wouldn't say that, Harry. I mean, you can't help who you fall in love with right? Even if that is another bloke or something, it's just fate. Just because it's harder doesn't make it really 'wrong' just...harder,' Ron said.

Harry looked at his friend for a moment and decided to make a huge step into something he probably would regret. 'Ron?'

'Yeah Harry?'

'If...if you found out that..err one of your friends were gay...let's say...umm...me for example...what would you say?' Harry asked hesitantly.

Ron looked at Harry for a moment with an odd look then laughed. 'Harry, I wouldn't have to say anything because I know you're as far from being gay as I am. Arrows couldn't be straighter then we are eh, mate? So why even worry about what I'd say.'

Harry slightly grinned then chuckled lightly. 'Yeah, you're right. Silly of me to even ask something stupid like that eh? The Boy Who Lived being gay...wouldn't that give Rita Skeeter a scoop of the century huh?'

Ron laughed and nodded his head. 'Though I have to admit she has been pretty good since Hermione trapped her back in fourth year. Not a single word of slander out of her, thank Merlin. I reckon she learned never to mess with a clever witch, even if she is a Muggle-born!' Ron grinned.

'Heh yeah, I actually feel sorry for Skeeter for what Hermione must have said to her after she let her out of that jar,' Harry said with a grin.

'I don't. If you ask me that woman deserved everything Hermione gave her, and then some. Anyway, what do you say, Harry, up for that game of chess now?' Ron asked.

'Umm...actually, I think I'm going to do some flying, Ron. I've really been neglecting my practice lately,' Harry said.

'As if you really need it eh?' Ron said. 'I just know you're going to be captain this year, Harry, you're the best one for the job. Well, I suppose we've got at least an hour till curfew, so it should be all right. I'll go join Hermione up in the library, I still have that bloody git's Potion's assignment to do,' Ron muttered.

Harry chuckled. 'I did mine yesterday. It wasn't so bad actually.'

Ron looked at Harry as if he'd grown a second head. 'Not so bad? Are you daft, Harry? He wants us to list every single ingredient for the Curacion Potion, as well as how to make it. How can you say that's not so bad?' Ron groaned.

Harry laughed. 'Oh really, Ron, it was easy. All you have to remember is that it is made up with five nettles, three bats wings, two lupine beans, half a pinch of salt, two pinches of sugar, four drops of dragon's blood, another pinch of chamomile leaves and...what?' Harry asked as he noticed Ron staring at him again.

'Now you are scaring me, Harry. Since when did you start remembering what's in a potion, right off the top of your head? You hate potions!' Ron said oddly.

'Err...lucky guess?' Harry said trying to recover the situation.

'Lucky guess...riiiight. That was a bit too precise to be a guess, Harry. I know this is going to sound really dumb...but for a half a second there I swore you sounded exactly like...err...' Ron broke off hesitantly.

'Like what, Ron?' Harry asked puzzled.

'Well...oh hell, Harry, you sounded just like Snape when did you did that,' Ron said hesitantly.

Now Harry was the one who looked at Ron like he'd grown a second head and then laughed. 'I think you're the one gone mental now, Ron. Honestly, Snape of all people!' Harry said shaking his head. 'Look, I'm going flying now before you start telling me something like I'm beginning to act like him, or worse...look like him,' Harry said jokingly. Before Ron could say another word he grabbed up his broom he headed down the stairs and out the portrait hole. Had he not headed out so quickly he would have seen the strangest expression come across the face of his best friend, one that he wouldn't have wanted to even think about.

While on his way out to the pitch he went over the conversation he'd had with Ron back at the dorm. Bill's relationship with Mark had surprised him quite a bit, and Ron's words on it brought to the surface a lot of mixed feelings. It didn't help that Ron wasn't put off by people who fancied the same sex, and if Harry was honest it only made things worse. Suddenly Harry began to feel ten times worse about himself then he had in a while.

His mind didn't even want to dwell on the Snape comment though, even if somehow it was bothering him. Until Ron had said what he had, Harry hadn't even realised he just 'knew' what to put down for his Potion assignment, it had just come to him simple as that. Remembering the ingredients, even the process in making the potion hadn't even given him a moment's trouble. But now that Harry's mind was thinking on it, he realised that hadn't been the first time.

His mind then went back to what had happened in Potion's class only a few days back. How he had lost control of his temper, something which lately he was finding all too easy to do without even good reasons. Falling asleep had been bad enough, humiliating even, but to have stormed out of class not to mention what he'd say to Snape had only made things worse. Mainly because Harry, and only Harry, knew exactly why he had done it.

He didn't have to guess where he knew he was going after he'd left the classroom that day, his feet had taken him right to where he had needed to go automatically. He'd memorised Remus's schedule for each day's classes, and he knew that on that day the classroom would be empty, since Remus had only a single lesson for his last class with the Ravenclaws.

When he had walked or rather nearly ran in and sat down in a huff, he could tell Remus was curious, but he hadn't been ready to talk, and thankfully Remus had understood that and let him be. For the first few minutes he sat there silently reflecting on what he'd done, and how he'd just lost control like he had, which is what started the tears in the end. For all the abuses from his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, for all the humiliations and sneers he put up with from his rival and enemy Draco Malfoy, for all the things he'd been the cause of all ready in his short life...not one of them had made him lose control or had made him feel like he had at that precise moment.

The thing that got him the most was he knew Snape for what he really was and Snape knew it. A former Death Eater turned spy for the side of good, he'd even tried to save Harry's life innumerable times over the years, yet Snape was still nothing more than a cold-hearted bastard to him. And Harry knew that on that day he'd finally had enough of Snape's attitude, which is why he snapped like he had.

The burdens of being who he was, the secrets he was keeping from even his best friends, weighed on him like a brick cloak. And sitting there in the classroom Harry admitted for the first time in years it was what Snape had said that had really driven him over the edge. Because more then ever Harry truly did feel sorry to be alive. Sorry for the deaths he felt were his fault, sorry for the fact he was expected to be what he no longer felt he was.

As Harry now made his way to the end of the Quidditch pitch he realised he wasn't even really in the mood to fly anymore, but he certainly didn't want to go back to the dorms yet and face Ron or anyone else for that matter. His feelings were still too much in turmoil and even the comforting 'aloneness' of Remus's company would be no help to him at the moment. Choosing a spot in the stands that he knew he could hide away from any prying eyes, he was about to be surprised yet again for the day.

'M-Malfoy? What in the hell are you doing here?' Harry asked in surprise as he saw the silver haired boy slouching down in very the spot he had wanted to sit in.

Draco Malfoy, Head Boy of Hogwarts, son of a Death Eater, and Harry Potter's arch rival nearly jumped in shock. Recovering himselfjust as quickly however he adapted his usual sneer and gazed coolly at Harry. 'What does it look like I'm doing, Potter? I'm sitting,you have a problem with that?'

Harry scowled and nodded. 'I do as a matter of fact. These are the Gryffindor stands in case you hadn't noticed, not the Slytherin ones. You shouldn't be here,' he bit back just as coolly.

Draco looked over at Harry, settling his slate grey eyes on Harry's emerald green ones. 'Unless there's a match going on, Potter, I can sit anywhere I want to. Now go away and leave me alone,' he said, and turned back to look out over the Quidditch pitch.

'Well sorry to burst your bubble, Malfoy, but I have no intentions of 'going away' as you want me to. As you just said, I too can sit anywhere I want to, and I happen to like this spot,' Harry said with a scowl, then sat down about two feet away from Draco.

Draco grumbled and tried to move over more, but found he was all ready as far over as he could get. 'Well I'm not leaving either, so you'll just have to deal with it. Just keep silent and for the first time ever, we should get along famously,' Draco said dryly.

'Fine, just as long as you stay just as silent,' Harry scowled back.

'Fine,' Draco said irritably, and for a while neither boy did speak.

Harry went back to his thoughts but found they weren't going along in the way he wanted them too. Draco's presence here in his favourite hiding spot was beginning to make him wonder about things, too many things even. He was curious as to why Draco would pick the Gryffindor stands to hide out in, especially this particular spot. Then he realised that like Harry, Draco must have figured out that it was really the one true place that one could 'hide' as it were without being seen from either the ground or the castle, if anyone had been looking that is.

Draco's being there got to him in other ways too, not that Harry really wanted to admit it. There was something different about Draco this term that Harry couldn't quite put a finger on, but he knew it was there. Looking back over the past few weeks Harry began to realize that the familiar taunts and prattish comments Draco usually reserved only for Harry hadn't been there. He still antagonised Ron and Hermione to no end, but for some reason Harry had escaped his barbed tongue as of late.

It wasn't just that either that Harry began to realize. It was other things, strange things, that now bothered him even more then the missing words. Certain looks Draco would send Harry's way that if Harry remember right, were different from his normal steely cold grey gaze. Also Draco didn't seem to be his usual happy, or rather unhappy self, and Harry had even heard rumours that Draco had broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Pansy Parkinson. Normally Harry wouldn't have cared at any of this, but right now with his rival sitting next to him, he had to admit he was puzzled.

Shaking his head and giving a tiny sigh he realised he wasn't likely to get any answers, not from Draco himself anyway. If there was one person on this earth he knew Draco Malfoy hated more than anyone else, it was himself. Not that Harry really would have blamed him at the moment, because lately Harry hated himself as well.

'I thought we agreed to be silent, Potter. Things like sighs are included in that,' Draco said thickly, cutting into Harry's thoughts.

'Well excuse me for not going over the full extent of the rules, Malfoy. It would probably please you if I stopped breathing as well wouldn't it,' Harry said wearily.

'Actually it would. If it wouldn't be too much trouble,' Draco said mockingly.

Harry sighed again and shook his head. 'You just might get your wish sooner then you think Malfoy,' he said in an odd voice, and began to stand up having had just enough of Draco Malfoy for one day.

'Hold on, Potter, what do you mean by that?' Draco asked in a suspicious voice.

Harry spun back round and looked Draco straight in the eyes. 'What does it matter to you, Malfoy? Since when do you care bout my well-being?'

'I don't, but that had to be the single most stupidest thing I've ever heard you say, and believe me I've heard you say quite a lot of stupid things over the years,' Draco said, surprisingly dropping the usual malice from his voice.

'You couldn't understand, Malfoy, no one could, so just drop it and leave me alone,' Harry said quietly and turned again to leave. He got only got about two feet when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun round again looking straight into a pair of cool grey eyes, eyes that were not filled with hate or malice, but rather instead were surprisingly soft and warm.

'Maybe...just maybe, Potter...I understand more then you think I do,' Draco said back in a soft tone of voice.

Harry stared at him for a second wondering what to make of this, unsure of what to do even. Slowly he shook his head and dropped his gaze down saying, 'You hate me, Malfoy, why would you even want to?'

'You hate me too, Potter. You could have made me leave you know. You're bigger than me, stronger than me, but you didn't force me to go,' Draco said quietly.

'So what does that prove? That I should have beaten the shite out of you and tossed you off the stands broken and bloodied because you were sitting there minding your own business? That would have made me no better then...a Malfoy,' Harry said in a half whispered voice as he looked back up at Draco now. For some reason though he felt wrong for saying that, but this was Malfoy before him. The boy who had made his life miserable for the last six years now.

Draco sighed deeply and shook his head, a strangely sad look in his eyes. 'Believe what you will about my family, Potter, hell everyone else does. But I'm going to say this once and once only, do with it what you want...call it a freebie even. I.AM.NOT.MY.FATHER. Got it?' Draco asked, though his voice wasn't full of the usual snideness or anything else. He let go of Harry's shoulder and turned away, going back towards where he had been sitting.

Harry watched him sit back down and gazed back over the Quidditch pitch for a moment, then suddenly he knew he couldn't just walk away from that comment. Slowly walking back over to Draco he asked, 'Why do we hate each other so much?'

Draco didn't look, up only shrugged. 'Because we're supposed to. You're a Gryffindor, I'm a Slytherin, you're good and I'm...'

'Evil?' Harry filled in whilst sitting back down next to Draco.

Draco shook his head. 'I wouldn't say I'm 'evil', not really, but I'm not so sure I'm 'good' either, Potter. You were right in what you did that day by the by.'

'Right in what?' Harry asked confused.

'To not take my hand. To not be my friend...that's what,' Draco said glancing up at the setting sun now. 'I'm a Slytherin, Potter, and although I may not want to take over and rule the world...I sure as hell want what's in it. I want my share of it,' he said in an unemotional voice.

'That doesn't mean your bad though. You don't have to be Slytherin or be bad to get what you want,' Harry argued.

Draco snorted. 'It's so easy for you to say that, isn't it.You're handed everything on a silver platter, the respect and dedication of the Wizarding world at your feet. You have everything you want, respect is a given for you, not something earned, people love you for you, you don't have to prove anything to anyone,' Draco said bitterly.

Harry sighed and looked out at the setting sun himself, feeling the warmth of the last rays of sunlight on his face. 'Your wrong, Malfoy...more wrong than you can possibly imagine,' he said quietly and again he got up to leave.

'Tell me something...what is it that the great Harry Potter doesn't have by now that he can't just snap his fingers and get?' Draco said in a strange voice.

Harry lowered his gaze to the ground and sighed deeply then shook his head. Without turning back he said in a pained voice, 'There are some things that even the great 'Harry Potter' can't have, Malfoy...let's just leave it at that.' Without saying another word he continued his way back down the stands and across the pitch, not even realising that he'd left behind something important.

However Draco Malfoy had realised what had been left behind,and taking it gently in his hands watched the receding figure that was his nemesis. He could have called him back to get the item, but somehow he felt it wasn't the right thing to do at the moment. Somehow he would devise a way to give it back, but on his terms and his time. He sat there in the stands until the sun finally lost the last of it's reddish orange rays, reflecting on what had been said by them both.

It wasn't until he remembered the tone of Harry's voice that a sudden realization came to him and his mind reeled from the implications. Making his way back to his room he was grateful for almost the first time that he was Head Boy this year, which meant he had his own room. Even though he technically did have to share the common area with the Granger girl, she usually spent most of her time in either the library or the Gryffindor commons.

He had been surprised that he had actually gotten the Head Boy position, but a little slip from Granger told him that he actually hadn't been the first choice. It seemed Harry had been picked first, but had strangely and without reason turned it down. Not that Draco would dare ever tell his father that of course; Lucius would never have accepted the fact that again Draco really had only won on a 'default'. And to his surprise, Granger hadn't been spiteful enough to reveal that information.

Right now she was obviously not in the shared commons, most likely she was either at the library with that boyfriend of hers or in the Gryffindor commons, so Draco quickly ducked into his room, item in tow and hid it in his wardrobe. Making sure his door was locked he went over and took something out from underneath his bed mattress, something that was very special to him. However it was something that if anyone had known about it he'd have been in more than a bit of trouble, mainly for what was inside of it.

Getting out a special type of quill and some ink he sat down on his bed and opened the small black appointment book that he'd bought for himself this past Summer. It had become his own personal sanctuary this book, and he wrote everything in it. All his pains, dreams, confusions and desires; all of his innermost secrets were in this small book. Chewing on the end of the black sugar quill (he'd become addicted to them since he'd found them this Summer in Flourish and Blott's, the same place he'd bought the appointment book) he focused himself to the task at hand, writing down carefully his thoughts at the moment.

~~Sept. 30th~~

I saw him' today. Not that I don't always see him, but this time I saw him alone. I was in the spot I like in the Gryffindor stands, and he showed up unexpectedly. I thought I had pegged down his routines by now, he never shows up there at dusk, usually he likes to go there early mornings...but there he was. And though I swore if he ever found me there I'd leave in an instant, I couldn't do that today for some reason.

I won't go into exactly what was said, but now that I've gone over it I think something is very wrong. I know he's been steadily getting drawn into himself, I've seen him actually acting more like Snape lately in his words and actions, the way he's become cold and indifferent to people now. But that's not what's bothering me the most.

It was a comment he made tonight that I'm worried about. I won't say what it was but...what I will say is that I think he's going to do something...I'm not exactly but something really stupid, and I don't know what to do. If I approach Snape with it he'll think I've gone soft or daft, or flat out accuse me of Merlin knows what as to why I've even paid attention to him. I could try Lupin I guess, but then it might be the same thing. Lupin might accuse me of being the one that would make him do this, and I definitely don't need that either.

What I would give to wipe away the look of pain and anguish that I see in those emerald eyes of his these days. Those eyes used to be so full of expressions, happy and carefree...but now all they show is anger and sadness along with pain and bitterness. He said I wouldn't understand what it's like to feel like that, how wrong he is eh? I understand so well...and I wish to the heavens he would know that.

He never will though, because I have to keep my secrets don't I. As long as I am a Malfoy I have to play this little game, be what they want me to be. And since I can never stop being a Malfoy, then my secrets will go to my grave, you along with them. But if going to my grave means I can finally escape who and what I am...I would gladly go.

I fear for what he might do to himself though, I really do. What is it that troubles him so badly that would make him want to die? He's got everything I can never have...people who would die for him rather then see him hurt...friends who really love him. Why on earth would he throw that away now? I have to do something...it's obvious that Granger and Weasley along with everyone else in this hell school is blind to what's going on with him...but what can I possibly do?

If I watch him more than I already it will raise suspicions I cannot afford to have. If I try to go back to being the sadistic git I was to him, he'll only hate me more for it. Merlin I feel hopeless right now! I've got to save him...but how? I can't ever tell him how I feel but I know I can't lose him either...oh by the gods...help me here, please...someone...anyone...tell me what to do!

Draco looked down at what he'd last written with a deep sigh. He knew the appointment book couldn't really help answer his questions, but it felt at least a tiny bit better asking it for some reason. Closing the book now and putting everything back in it's place he went back over to lie down on his bed, closing his eyes to think. If he was right about what Harry was thinking, there wasn't much time to do anything about it. He had to act, and quickly, without raising suspicion or alarms on himself.

Draco fell into a deep sleep then, questions without answers plaguing his dreams. His dream was of a pair of emerald eyes, cold and distant, yet full of pain and torment, and they were saying good-bye. Then his dreams shifted, and he heard the sounds of sobbing as a body covered in blood was being lifted onto a stretcher, and of the complete sense of loss and agony that accompanied those sobs. Oddly enough in his dream it was Severus Snape who was shedding tears more than anyone else, though Draco couldn't understand why that was. He then saw Snape holding the body on the stretcher tightly, whispering words that came clearly into Draco's sleep filled mind...

'I'm so sorry, my son...I should have told you the truth...I should have told you everything...now it's too late...Merlin forgive me for what I've done...'

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2002-06-06 10:33:59 PM
Edited on December 24, 2002 8:32PM ©Piriotessa/Piri Lupin-Snape/Piri Malfoy