Rating:: R
House:: Astronomy Tower
Characters:: Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
Genres:: Romance Slash
Era:: Multiple Eras
Spoilers:: Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Stats:: Published: 09/13/2004

Updated: 09/13/2004

Words: 1,270

Chapters: 1

Hits: 1,063

One Tree Hill

TheGoddessQuonky

Story Summary:: "We will be together. Whether in this lifetime or the next, we will. We cannot let them take this from us." A forbidden love from the past- lost, hidden. Forgotten, until a promise of history repeating itself comes into play and makes life that much harder for a certain two boys. The barrier between the past and future is blurred, and the line between love and need is a thin one. [HxD slash][AU][Deals roughly with reincarnation]

One Tree Hill Prologue

Posted:: 09/13/2004

Hits:: 1,059

Author's Note:: Hmm. It takes place in what would be Harry and Draco’s seventh year. Sirius will be alive, because I don’t think a fic is a fic without him, and Lucius Malfoy will *not* be in Azkaban. I need him. XD Um, I got the idea for the whole thing after I dug out my old U2 CD and got stuck on “One Tree Hill”. ^^ I hope this idea goes over well. O_O Also, this deals roughly with reincarnation. O_o Just thought I’d mention that.

Prologue Part One

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy
Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars
Carved into stone on the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes
You ran like a river runs to the sea
You ran like a river runs to the sea
And in our world a heart of darkness, a fire-zone
Where poets speak their hearts, then bleed for it
Jara sang his song a weapon, in the hands of love
You know his blood still cries from the ground
It runs like a river runs to the sea
It runs like a river runs to the sea
I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill
We run like a river runs to the sea
We run like a river runs to the sea
-U2, "One Tree Hill"-

He's dead. Dead, dead, dead.

The voice of a woman echoed in his mind, saying it over and over again. He's dead. He's dead and gone and you'll never see him again. They killed him because he betrayed them. They killed him because of you.

Your fault, your fault.

There were flames in the distance, giving off dark smoke that curled up towards the night sky. The moon above was a vivid, deep red in color, graced with dancing shadowed clouds. The expanse of the sky, hazed over by the wafting smoke, was starless; a dark indigo void emblazoned with a ghastly blood score.

There was a woman before him, though it was too dark to see her face, speaking. She said he was dead. They killed him.

Then she was whispering soothing words, calming nothings; holding him, rocking him in her arms, telling him how sorry she was. How horrible life was. Her fingers were running through his hair, lips brushed against his temple once. He could feel her breath on his neck, saying everything would be okay in the end.

After a moment, he realized there were tears on his face, hot wet trails on his cheeks, dripping onto the fabric of the woman's robes. But he didn't know why. He didn't know why this was happening; why was she holding him? Why did he feel like the world was ending?

Breaking away from her stifling embrace, he looked to the sky, seeing dancing green and white sparks. Was this celebration or mourning?

The woman's hands snatched out, trying to pull him back to her again, but he pushed at them, resisting their relaxing administrations. Instead, he ran, ran towards the flames.

There were several men- wizards- around the fire, shooting the sparks from upraised wands. They were laughing as well, a maniacal, triumphant sound. It sent an icy chill down his spine and through his nerves. They were pointing as they laughed, at the fire.

The flames were in a large circle; in the center was a log, positioned vertically and covered with the flickering orange and yellow fire. With a sudden wave of nausea and overwhelming vertigo, he saw what it was they found so amusing.

The log had been used to keep a body upright; most likely held by magical binding; he could see the vague shape of the smoldering figure, the charred black flesh.

One of the men turned and saw his moments before everything went black.

Before everything got cold.

- - - + - + - - -

It was still dark when Harry Potter awoke suddenly on August first; his eyes glazed with unshed tears, he turned and vomited over the side of his bed.

For a few moments, he thought he could smell burning flesh.

Prologue Part Two

The sky was overcast with the dreary, fogged indigo of fall with a few smoky clouds scattered across its expanse. The sun was hidden entirely from view, causing the already chilled air to cool considerably around them, hinting at the bite that would come with winter to add to the cold. Everywhere the ground was strewn with freshly fallen leaves, more slowly tumbling through the air like brittle flames to accompany them. Everything was quiet- no birds, no animals… Silent, save for the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet as they walked.

Until she spoke once more, of course, after giving a weary sigh.

"My brother is a good person, I know. He deserves to have this happiness." Her soft hazel eyes drifted down, a small frown creasing her mouth. "I only wish it were easier for him. For both of you."

He shook his head, a grim smile invading his features. "It will never be easy for us. We've accepted it. Fate is already working against us."

"You will just have to keep faith, right? Faith will carry you both through this."

"When love isn't enough, you mean?" Eyes flickering over her face, he stopped walking, expression blanked and searching. "When our love is no longer strong enough?"

She halted as well, meeting his gaze with mild surprise and wonder. "You love my brother, Fay? Really love him?"

Nod. "I do."

"Then Quinn is a very lucky boy." Nodding faintly, she began to walk again. "Faith will carry you."

He smiled then, the corners of his lips tilting upward slightly. "He wouldn't be very happy to know you've called him a boy, you realize."

"Being lucky and in love doesn't mean he's any wiser for it," she scoffed. "He's still a boy to me. You both are."

"We're not," he protested softly. "We haven't been boys for far too long."

"…You haven't," she agreed, smiling sadly.

More silence followed as they continued down the winding country path for a while longer, the large white townhouse they were destined to arrive at now visible through the trees. And they stayed silent, even as they reached the structure, walking right up to the door where a young man was waiting on a bench, a small scowl visible on his face.

When they came close enough, he was up and off the bench, though, giving them both a pouting glare. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for nearly twenty minutes!"

"We were just taking a walk, Quinn, while you spoke with father. I've got your beloved beau right here, all safe and sound." His sister shook her head, but there was a smile there as she passed by him.

"He is not my beau!" He gave her a scandalized look, eyes widening slightly.

"Isn't he?" she countered before nodding to Fay himself and entering the townhouse.

Quinn gave an exasperated sigh before turning to Fay, taking the last few steps between them and lightly wrapping his arms around the other's slender form.

"Aren't I?"

Shaking his head, Quinn squeezed him gently, then pulled back enough to regard him in full. "I would think you're much, much more than that, Mr. Malfoy. Much more."

"I…"

And that was where it had ended. Cut off. Severed.

Groaning softly to himself, Draco Malfoy stood up from the oak chair he'd been seated in and started toward the only window in the room. He rested his arms upon the windowsill when he reached it, scowling up at the stars that had been left behind in the paling sky. There had to be some reasoning behind this. Some sort of logic.

"Where's it all coming from?"

Author notes: I had been planning to pretty much put every fic idea in my head on indefinite hiatus, seeing as this year is my first year of High School (whee!), however… this idea (which, I must admit, has been partially written for a *long* time), suddenly got back into gear and demanded I finish at *least* the prologues. So…here! ^_^ I do plan on actually putting valiant effort into continuing this fic, if I get reviews (unlike my other fics, which rarely caught my attention after a few months). I *like* writing this fic and I’ve spent a while putting together all the needed information for it. So, its up to you guys to review. ^___^ If you have questions, I’ll attempt to answer them, unless the answers will ruin the fic for you. O_o I don’t want that.