Author: Pheonixx

Tittle: Of Emeralds and Dragons,

Genre: Romance, Angst, Action, Adventure, Horror

Pairings: Draco/Harry (Harry/Draco), Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus, Fred/George, Sirius/Remus,

Rating: R

Feedback: PLEASE!!!! I'll love you forever!!

Warnings: There will be slash in later chapters. If you don't like male/male pairings, I suggest you hit the back button, and continue on your way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. What a pity.

Summary: Life isn't all fluffy clouds and bunny rabbits for Draco Malfoy as his father pressures him to join Voldemort's ranks. A hundred miles away, a certain raven haired, green-eyed Gryffindor isn't having the best of summers either. But when Draco is given an assignment to prove his loyalty and receive his reward (which sounds less that thrilling) will he be able to hand Harry Potter over to his father and the less-than-merciful, Voldemort? Romance, action, and witty remarks are abound in this exciting new epic of a tale of new love and the horrors that await them.

Author Notes: Umm… ::looks down at story:: ::sweatdrops:: I don't know why I did this. ::glares at muses:: I really should get new muses. But unfortunately, the Muse Headquarters don't have any to spare so I got stuck with… with them. ::glares at muses again:: ::Chaos sticks out tongue at her:: A word for the wise: when you get muses, make sure you don't get a combo of Chaos and Sirius. I mean, Sirius is chaos! Sheesh. I hope Albus gets back from his vacation, the full moon goes away for Remus. I could use a dose of normality.

Lucius Malfoy stared down at his son from his position from behind the desk. The pale boy, cool and positively bored was staring back, waiting patiently to hear what Lucius wanted.

"Draco," he started. "Your time has come to prove your loyalties to our lord. You will accept your first assignment, and upon succeeding, which you will, you will be rewarded and welcomed among the Death Eaters. Lord Voldemort has told me that you will get the mark when the task is completed." Here he grimaced in distaste. Why his son couldn't get the mark until after the task was done, he didn't understand.

"And if you don't succeed," he said menacingly, glaring down at the fifteen year old. "You will have shamed the Malfoy name, and you will be punished." Here the already pale boy lost whatever color he had left. His father wasn't light on the punishments. To not succeed would mean positive suicide. Draco knew all too well. He had the scars to prove it.

"Yes, sir," Draco replied tonelessly. He had never dared to call him 'father' while in the privacy of his own home. It simply wasn't allowed. Lucius grinned, and evil smirk appearing on his features. He was about to say more when a house elf appeared at the drawing rooms doors. Lucius turned furiously to it.

"What?" he snapped. The elf cowered, shrinking against the wall in fright. she bowed several times, her long nose hitting the floor each time.

"I is so sorry, sir, but Master has a guest, sir. I is not wanting to disturb you, but it is important, sir," she said, her voice shaking. Lucius glared at her. The elf was now shaking in utmost terror.

"Fine," he snapped finally. Turning to his son, he said, "We will continue with this discussion later. Leave." Draco left.

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The conversation between father and son after the unplanned meeting was short and to-the-point. Draco was laying on his bed, thinking about what he was supposed to do. His father's words rang in his ears.

"Draco, I have received word of what your mission will be. You are to Hogwarts a usual this year. Learn all you can about the Potter boy. When you have him thinking he can trust you, you will lure him into a trap set by me and fellow Death Eaters. You will not fail!" here he banged his fist on the desk to emphasize his point.

…make him trust you… lure him into a trap… The words rang clearly in his head. Draco pounded his fist against the hard mattress.

He couldn't do it. No matter what the punishments were, he couldn't do it. Damn Voldemort and his father! Damn the Dark Mark! He didn't care. He couldn't do it.

He couldn't help kill the one he loved.

A/N: ::sweatdrops again:: Where did that come from??? I am seriously going mad. Okay, it was short. So sue me!

Anyway, review please? But no flames. Flames will be fed to Norbert the Dragon, whom Charlie has graciously allowed me to borrow just for that.

Author: Pheonixx

Tittle: Of Emeralds and Dragons,

Genre: Romance, Angst, Action, Adventure, Horror

Pairings: Draco/Harry (Harry/Draco), Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus, Fred/George, Sirius/Remus

Rating: R

Feedback: PLEASE!!!! I'll give you a lolly!

Warnings: There will be slash in later chapters. If you don't like male/male, female/female pairings, I suggest you hit the back button, and continue on your way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Didn't I already say that?

Summary: Life isn't all fluffy clouds and bunny rabbits for Draco Malfoy as his father pressures him to join Voldemort's ranks. A hundred miles away, a certain raven haired, green-eyed Gryffindor isn't having the best of summers either. But when Draco is given an assignment to prove his loyalty and receive his reward (which sounds less that thrilling) will he be able to hand Harry Potter over to his father and the less-than-merciful, Voldemort? Romance, action, and witty remarks are abound in this exciting new epic of a tale of new love and the horrors that await them.

Author Notes: Okay. Surprising to me, I got a few good reviews! And not one flame! Yet. And my Sirius-muse is driving my crazy. Good thing Remus-muse came back to calm him down, if you know what I mean. ::wink::

Anyway, It's Harry now.

Harry squinted at the sunlight streaming into his room via the window. He groaned and rolled over to grab his glasses. Once on, he looked at the clock. It was eight thirty.

With a shout, he jumped out of bed and threw on a baggy pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, 'presents' from the Dursleys. Checking to see if Hedwig had come back with a letter from Sirius, one of his friends, or his yearly school letter with the list of things he needed for the new school year, he saw nothing, much to his dismay. He walked unhappily down the stairs.

Expecting yelling the minute he walked into the kitchen, he peered in the doorway only to find no sign of the fat, whale-like Dudley, or the bony, horse-like Petunia. He walked all the way in, and saw a note on the fridge. It read:

With a sigh, he consulted the list underneath it, only to groan once more. Grabbing an apple, he headed outside to get started on the garden, although already weeded the day before. About mid-afternoon, he sat down in the shade of the newly planted elm, which mysteriously appeared over night, a few days after he had arrived from school. Harry had suspected that it was planted magically for his protection from the Dark forces, but he still wondered what a tree could do to help him.

Consulting his list again and crossing off what was done, he sat up again, throwing the apple core in the bushes. He heard a plunk of the apple hitting something else besides dirt, and turned to look in the hedge. It wiggled a few times, and Harry took a few steps back. A few moments later, a large, black, furry thing jumped out, knocking him over onto his back, and his glassed to the ground. The 'thing' started licking his face.

"Sirius! Sirius- stop- get off- Sirius! Stop doing that!" The grim-like dog, which was Harry's godfather Sirius in his Animagi form, barked and jumped off of him. Harry sat up, reaching out for his glasses. Sirius bumped them into his hand with his nose.

"Thanks," Harry said, sitting up. He brushed the dirt off of his jeans and turned to the dog. Sirius was sitting still like an obedient dog, not moving or making a sound. Try as he might, Harry couldn't help but laugh at this. He started walking to the house, beckoning the dog to follow him. Once inside, Harry plopped himself into a kitchen chair, Sirius turning back into a human before doing the same.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing out of Harry's mouth. "Not that I don't want you here, but-" he said quickly.

"Don't worry, Harry," Sirius said, leaning forward. "Dumbledore put a spell on me so only you can see me. If anyone was looking in the window, all they'd see is you talking to yourself." Harry relaxed a little.

"You still haven't answered by question," said Harry, pulling his chores list back out off his pocket.

"I came to give you this." Sirius reached into one of the folds in his cloak, pulling out an envelope made of parchment. He handed it to Harry, who immediately felt that it was a little thicker that usual. Opening it, Harry scanned the contents.

Dear Mr. Potter, it read:

Chore list forgotten, Harry read the letter again to make sure he had read it right. He looked up at his godfather in astonishment.

"A Prefect? Me?" Sirius smiled.

"Your father was a prefect, and his father before him, and his father before him," he said. "I'd be surprised if you weren't chosen to be a Prefect." Harry gaped at the letter.

Shaking his head, he scanned school list, examined the Prefect badge, looked over the list of rules ("I bet you and Dad broke all four hundred and seventy-two," he said to Sirius), and memorized the passwords to the Gryffindor tower, the Prefect bathroom, and his own dorm. ("To change the password, the spell is Sortium Passias, say your name, the old password and the new one," explained the note.) He had just put the list away when the front door opened and the Dursleys, Dudley looking rather angry, came in. Vernon spotted Harry at once.

"Boy," he boomed. "You had better had finished your chores!" Harry saw Sirius glared at the beefy man, and tried to control his grin.

"I have, Uncle Vernon," Harry said.

"I'm hungry!" Dudley whined.

"My poor Duddykinns!" said Petunia. "You," she said crossly, turning to Harry. "Make Duddypoo his dinner." Harry sighed and got to work. It was going to be a long night.

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A/N: It's a little longer. Please review!

A/N: Hi! Thanks to all who reviewed. At the end of the series, whenever that will be, I will have a gigantic paragraph thanking all the people who have reviewed, and their names. That is, if enough people review for it to be a gigantic paragraph. ((Take the hint, people!)) Anywho, Umm… I'm sorry about the shortness, but some places are the best places to stop off. This one will probably be longer that the other two, but I dunno. I'll probably even get more out and quicker if I have the motivation.

Later that evening, Harry and Sirius made their way up the stairs to the bedroom, dinner leftovers in hand. Once in the room, Sirius sat comfortably on the bed, consuming what Harry had managed to pilfer from the kitchen. Harry watched him eat with a small smile. At least it didn't look like he was starving.

When he was done, Harry looked at him expectantly, still wondering why the hell he came, because even if he was invisible, he was still solid. Meaning he could cause trouble, even without meaning to.

Wiping the last crumbs from his hands, Sirius reached into his cloak and pulled out a simple piece of parchment, and handed it to Harry. Harry took it, looking a little confused. Sirius smiled.

"Recognize it?" he asked. Harry unrolled the parchment, examining it. His face suddenly brightened in surprise and happiness.

"Is this what I think it is?" he asked, a little excited. "The Marauders Map?" When Sirius nodded he had to contain himself from laughing. "I gave it to the fake Moody. So Dumbledore found it, then?"

"Dumbledore thought it would be wise for you to have it in your possession. Think of it as an early birthday present.

"Moony and I made some, er, enhancements to it. You can use it to call for help. All you need to do is say a simple spell to it, and an alarm will go off wherever me, Remus, or Dumbledore are, and we can use it's location charm to find you." A twinkle in his eye suddenly brightened. "And you can talk to the younger Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Well, except Wormtail, of course." He made a face. "You just say 'I, Harry Potter, son of the flower and the stag, also dubbed Prongs jr., wish to speak to the original makers of the Marauder Map'." He shrugged. "Or 'speak to me', whichever one you remember first. Remus thought the original would be a tad hard for you to remember." Harry looked from the Sirius to the map, and back to Sirius.

"Did- did you say that I could talk to the younger Prongs?" Sirius looked sympathetically at him, the twinkle fading a bit.

"Yeah," he said softly. "We though it'd be a nice addition. Plus," - the twinkle came back full force - "When you use it, don't be surprised to find a few changes. The first being when you first use it." Sirius checked his watch. "I got to go. I told Remus that I'd be back before eight. Walk with me to the Apparation Wards?" Harry got up and followed Sirius down the stairs and out the kitchen doors. About ten feet from the house, Sirius stopped walking.

"Ah, this should do it." He turned to his godson, concern in his eyes. "Do be careful, alright?"

"Of course, Sirius." With a small grin and a hug, Sirius was gone. Harry walked back to the house, sadder than he had been that morning.

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Sirius Apparated with a pop into the living-room of one Remus Lupin, who was sitting on the couch, reading The Daily Prophet. He looked up.

"How'd it go? Is he all right?" Sirius laughed and plopped down next to the werewolf.

"Of course he is, Moony. You worry too much. Besides, we'd known if he wasn't," he added, indicating the grandfather clock next to the fireplace.

Instead of twelve numbers, it had words: Home, Shopping, Work, Sleeping, Traveling, Relatives, Visiting, School, Vacation, Danger, Mortal Peril, and Deceased. Three hands were on the clock: a red one for Sirius, a blue one for Remus, and a gold one for Harry. Right now, his hand was pointing at Relatives. A few moments later, it spun around the clock and landed on Sleeping. Remus sighed.

"I guess you're right. But you worry about him too. More than me, I daresay. Of course, we all have to worry about him. And keep worrying about him until this whole business is over."

"There was something different about him, though. He seemed… well, older somehow. Like he had aged fifty years in a month. And his eyes… there was something very different about them."

"Explain."

"Well… it looked like someone had turned out the light behind them. They looked very dark. A few more shades, and they would've looked almost black."

"That is bad. I think we should talk to Dumbledore."

"You know what I think?"

"What?"

"That maybe we should follow Harry's example, and get to bed." Sirius smiled suggestively. Remus gave him a devilish grin.

"We could do that." He moved quick, and pinned the lean man to the couch. There was no time for words as Remus covered Sirius' mouth with his own. Sirius kissed back just as feverishly, and began to undress Remus. Together they made their way to the bedroom. Sounds of love making filled the small house, along with moans, sighs, and muffled cries of pleasure.

Unfortunately, our favorite Gryffindor wasn't having as good a sleep.

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A/N: Okay, so it's short. Who cares? As long as I keep them coming at a fast rate, no one would bat an eye. ::looks worried:: Right?