When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

Christina Rossetti

Time in his bubble passed slowly, Harry sat in the same spot everyone left him in, deep in thought.

Snape and the muggle studies teacher came and after sometime the fire flashed green.

Narcissa and Draco stepped into the room, followed by their house elves. Both of them so graceful, it pained Harry to compare it to what happened every time he used the Floo network.

The Malfoy house elves squeaked in terror. One of them swiped a finger along the skirting, lifting the dirt smudged finger up to its face, the house elf's eyes widened, without much warning, it fainted.

The rest started cleaning and repairing things at random. Their fallen friend already forgotten.

Harry turned his gaze back to the wand in his hands. It didn't work. It felt wrong. His magic no longer flowed through his wand, it didn't work. He let his wand slip from his fingers, before it hit the ground, his mind gave him the image of him being obliviated and forced out of the wizarding world and left all alone.

A hoarse painful sounding voice brought him back.

'Potter.'

Harry pulled his eyes away from his wand, more terrible thoughts ran through him, he stared up at Draco Malfoy wide eyed and terrified.

Malfoy's mask slipped, he frowned down at Harry, then the mask came back. 'Potter, what are you doing here.'

'Draco, mind your tongue.' Narcissa placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, 'This is Mr Potter's residence, he's the new Black heir.'

'Mother, that's impossible, the Black heir has to be –' Narcissa cut Draco off.

'You're forgetting who I am, all you know of the Black family comes from me, Mr Potter has come into his true inheritance.'

'Oh,' Draco's mask slipped off his face, he looked weary and Harry remembered. About an hour ago he slipped into a light sleep. Dreams of Draco being held under the cruciatus curse came to him; edged with the hum of Draco's pain.

Malfoy had been speaking for a while, Harry managed to catch the end of the conversation. '– please accept my apologies for my earlier transgressions,' When there was no response form Harry, Draco continued. 'We left in a rush and mother didn't have time to explain where we were going.'

Harry nodded his head, 'Voldemort used the cruciatus curse on you.'

Snape came into the room, 'Is that true.'

'Yes, Severus.' Narcissa squeezed Draco's shoulder, 'he was held under for five minutes, would there be any lingering damage from that.'

'Obviously.' Snape swept over to Draco and pushed him onto a chair and started pulling potions from his pockets like a muggle magician. Snape knew the Dark Lord would have done this in retaliation for Draco's stupid heroics. He cursed out loud when his very own dry, mocking voice reminded him that his own heroics, preceded Draco's.

Through all this Draco stared Harry, now that they were safe a great weakness came over him, his eyes heavy. The only thing keeping him awake was the question he had to ask and once he found a way to word it he would.

'Potter…' Draco hated the grating sound of his voice, Draco winced, he must have screamed the whole time he was under. 'What. How. How did you know?'

'I had a dream.' The dark in him swelled to the surface, it came from a bottomless well deep inside him. The music spilled out all around and filled his head and the room with that familiar dark music. Another dream came to him, this time he knew it to be reality. Harry commanded the Dark in him, and gave the one with the dominated mind the strength to overcome his enslavement.

Narcissa spun around and pointed her wand at Harry, preparing to shield against the force she felt coming. Then, on the edge of her hearing, she heard it, 'Prokofiev - dance of the knights.'

Harry passed out, even so the music played on.

Draco looked up at his mother, 'you hear it too.'

'Yes, and I still don't believe it.'

Snape tipped another potion into Draco's mouth. 'He's been doing that ever since the night Bellatrix rescued him.'

With slurred speech, Draco spoke, 'that's the music I heard when the dark lord cursed me, it took away the pain.' A smile graced his face.

Draco fell into a deep sleep still smiling.

Narcissa waited for Severus to finish.

'We need to talk.'

Snape turned around and crossed his arms with a suspicious look in his eyes. 'If you wish.'

He led the way to the library.

Narcissa cast a privacy spell and sat down on a clean fluffy chair. Her house elves already cleaned this room, and in the way house elves do they somehow acquired tasteful furniture, which they strategically placed around the room.

'Severus, do you know what this means.'

'Of course I do, I've heard the dark music before.'

Narcissa shook her head, 'You, don't know then.' She ran her eyes over a section of books before summoning one of them. She opened it to a specific page, then handed it to Severus.

The page stared back at him, it felt aware. On it a picture of a boy in a dark room, covered in shadows, the boy sat crouched in a corner, both hands held opened in front of him. With his head bent he gazed at the fiery butterfly floating there.

'What is this book?'

Narcissa waved a hand in dismissal, the book didn't have a name anyway. 'Turn to the previous page.'

Snape flipped the page and before him a dark balled figure, on a mountain of skulls stared back at him, wand outstretched. Voldemort.

His heart in his throat. Snape flipped to the page before that. An old grizzled man stared back at him, in his hand he held Dumbledore's wand, half of him appeared to disappear beneath a cloak of invisibility. Grindelwald.

With abated breath he turned to the page with the boy. He recognized the boy now. 'Potter.'

Narcissa tapped her finger on the flaming butterfly the boy held. 'The moment a new Dark Lord comes along, this book picks up on the magic and creates an image, this image is always prophetic in a way.'

Loud banging could be heard, right through Narcissa's privacy spell.

Snape's wand slid from his sleeve.

Narcissa froze, 'I thought this house is under a Fidelius Charm.'

'It is, and anyone who knows of the location has no need to knock.' With deadly propose Snape strode to the door.

Narcissa followed close behind, wand drawn.

Snape whispered an obscure spell and the door turned transparent.

Lucius leaned against the door, wand in hand, his left arm suspiciously hidden beneath his favorite baby blue cloak.

Narcissa gasped in shock. 'Lucius.'

Snape spelled the door opened and before Narcissa got there he'd disarmed his old friend as a precaution. They still don't know how he found the place.

Lucius all but fell into the house, Narcissa catching him and lowering him to the ground. She knelt over him, he looked pale and weak.

He reached up and cupped Narcissa's cheek, 'Draco.'

'He's fine, what's wrong Lucius.'

Tears filled his eyes, nobody, not even Narcissa had seen Lucius this upset. 'My arm, I had to get rid of the dark mark. He was controlling me –'

Narcissa pushed his cloak aside, the bloody remains of Lucius's arm oozed blood, he'd removed it above the elbow.

Snape and Narcissa got to work. How Lucius found the place could wait for later.

Lucius held onto Narcissa's hand, with wide eyes he spoke through the pain, '– and nobody controls a Malfoy.'

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Notes: (Remove spaces to make the links work.)

Here's the link for the original picture - It's been the inspiration behind this whole fanfiction.

www. i285. photobucket albums/ ll62/AlexciaAlexander/
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Here's the link for Prokofiev - dance of the knights.
www. youtube watch?v=DUmq1cpcglQ

(Play it LOUD!)