Hello, readers!

Thank you for your patience! I wanted to let you know that the sequel to Sight Can Be Deadly, titled A Dream Within a Dream, has just been posted.

As promised, here is a sneak-peak….

Draco didn't immediately notice anything was wrong when he awoke. An intense vision had come over him, longer than any of those he had experienced before. Upon awakening, however, he couldn't remember anything but snatches of color and blurry faces.

However, when he tried to sit up, his entire body was weak and stiff. An aura of magic lingered around his tent, and he found his body…changed. He had lost weight, his mouth was dry, and his voice came out in a rasp.

Draco tried to gather his things, but his physical strength was depleted after a little bit of movement. A sudden, intense burst of thirst came upon him. Reaching into his pack, he greedily drank from the water bottles he had brought along, careful not to choke. Hunger pangs also shook his body, so he ate slowly so as not to get sick.

He had turned his mobile phone off, hoping not to be disturbed, but he reached for it now, intending to call for help. He was unsure that he would be able to hike out, let alone take his gear along.

As he held the power button and the screen switched on, Draco's stomach felt as if it had dropped out of his body. He had come to the campsite at the end of June, intending to stay for a week.

His mobile phone informed him that the date was August 24. It had been nearly two months since he had left London.

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Draco barely resisted the urge to bare his teeth at the Headmaster, pushing past him into the office. "I need to withdraw from Hogwarts for the next term. Immediately." He practically snarled.

Dumbledore gave him a look of pity, which made Draco want to strangle the old codger. "I cannot stop you. But your legal guardian, Sirius Black, can. And I'm afraid that he will see things rather my way."

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A superior smirk. Cold, emerald eyes vivid with color, and chocolate-colored locks styled to perfection. The familiar talisman hung in its normal place over a broad chest. Immaculate robes, tailored and luxurious, covered tanned skin. "Hello, Drake." The voice was velvety smooth, but there was a darker undertone that was disconcerting.

It had been years since he had laid eyes on his childhood friend, but Draco recognized Henry Selwyn in an instant.