Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. I also don't own the song Young and Proud, which belongs to Ace of Base. All that belongs to me is the plot, Lawny, and Jabberwocky Jewelry.

Thank you: There are a lot of people that I want to say thank you to, but I don't have enough time, so thank you to all that reviewed and a special thank you to Miriel, Bellatrist, Dry Rain, and Madison.

Other Stuff: This is the live version of Iris. I wouldn't suggest reading this with out reading Iris, or you'll be a little lost plot-wise. The other version (Do What You Have to Do), Draco will die, so heads up for that. Well, on to the story!

Young and Proud

[We're much too young and life's all big

We don't know yet what the future brings]

"Good-bye Harry," was all that Draco Malfoy said, before stepping off the edge of the tower, and plunging down towards his rocky death below.

The next moment was a blur to Harry, for he did not know what controlled his actions. After all, this was Draco Malfoy, his most hated enemy, the one who never ceased in making Harry feel lower then scum. Yet, this was the Draco Malfoy that plagued his dreams, and left a mark on Harry's heart.

He threw a leg over the side of his Firebolt, and darted down over the side of the astronomy tower to catch Malfoy. He couldn't let Draco die anymore, he was just too important. It was almost as if he was in another Quidditch match, but catching the snitch would be a life or death situation.

Before he knew it, he was pulling Malfoy up on the back of his broomstick and flying down to the edge of the lake. Draco immediately sank to the ground, but Harry pulled him up by his collar and thrust him back against a tree.

"I don't know what you think you are doing," Harry said forcefully, tears of his own falling our of his emerald eyes, "but no one deserves the right to take their own life. That's the cowards way out."

Draco said nothing, but held his gaze with a look of utmost terror and fear on his face. Even the boy that lived could go crazy. Harry eventually let go, and Draco collapsed back onto the ground sobs racking his entire body. Harry watched as Draco continued to cry out his pain, and bent down, collecting the sobbing boy in his arms.

"It's okay Malf- Draco," Harry whispered soothingly into his ear. "It's all over. Just let it out."

"It's never over," Draco stated, ripping the sleeve of his robe and pointed to the dark mark on his arm. "It will never be over for me. Hell will just keep on coming back until it catches me."

"Only if you let it Draco, only if you want it to."

"There's no way out. Once you're in, you're trapped forever, mind, body, and soul. Look at Snape! Look at my father and mother! Look at what they became."

"They're only trapped within themselves. Don't lose yourself inside of your own mind. You're stronger then that, I know that your stronger then that."

"You don't know me at all. You're the golden boy; all you'll ever know is fame and glory. You could never know what it's like to be me, trapped, insane, scared."

"You may not think that I do, but I have to put up with those feelings every summer vacation. I know you well enough, do not submit to doubt."

"I'm branded by the Dark mark, and even against my will, there is only doubt left to submit to."

"Only if you believe that to be true," came a wispy and kindhearted voice.

Without either of the two boys noticing, Dumbledore had quietly come up behind them, listening in on the last few lines of their conversation. Ever since Voldemort had resurfaced, Dumbledore has become even more determined to rid the world of his evil, and sadly, Dumbledore himself seemed to be diminishing to his old age. Dumbledore could not go on forever, and when he died, what would happen to the wizarding world?

"I found it odd that neither of you were at dinner," Dumbledore rasped on. "Nor in the library, or in your common rooms. So I thought to myself 'where could they be?' and the answer came to me after a lemon drop or two. You both have a knack for being where you shouldn't be, so, after brilliant deduction from my old mind, I figured that you would be outside."

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry exclaimed standing up and pulling Draco up with him. "I'm sorry that we're out past curfew, and I'm sorry if we worried you and-"

"Don't worry Mr. Potter," Dumbledore responded merrily, "you don't have to explain it to me." He turned to face Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, I won't inquire what happened, for that is between Harry and yourself, but I do believe that you should go the hospital wing and see Madam Pomfrey."

"Yes sir," Draco responded, the lack of pride noticeable in his voice.

"Come on," Harry said to Draco. "I'll go with you."

"Harry, would you be so kind as to drop by my office after you escort young Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing," Dumbledore asked.

"Yes Headmaster," Harry responded, and then turned to leave with Draco.

Tears were still falling freely from Draco's stormy gray eyes, and Harry was trying his best to wipe them away with the sleeves of his robe. He had just found the mysterious person that haunted his dreams, and there was a chance that he loved this person and they returned that love, even if it was Draco Malfoy.

"Potter, why are you helping me," Draco asked when they went through the front doors. "You never would have before."

"I'm helping you because I had a problem and needed a cure," Harry replied. "The only problem was I didn't know what either were, and now I see that they're both you."

"Brilliantly heartbreaking, I feel so honored."

"Ha! I knew that sarcasm would return."

Draco smiled, which was just his trademarked smirk crossed with a bit of a smile, as they started up the stairs to the hospital wing. The halls were deserted for it was already after curfew. Only ghosts could be seen. Harry was about to push the door open, but Draco stopped him with a look of uncertainty on his face.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I- I don't want her to know what happened," Draco replied in a low dejected voice. " I don't want anyone to know what happened."

"Then that fine," Harry reassured Draco, wanting to put his arm around him, but not sure if he should. Madam Pomfrey never asked questions unless the person is near death."

Draco sighed in relief, and Harry pushed open the door, ushering Draco in. Madam Pomfrey took one look at Draco, and immediately put him in a bed after making him drink two small bottles of 'poisonous shit', as Draco described it.

"Will you come and visit me tomorrow?" Draco asked Harry in a whisper as soon as Madam Pomfrey had left.

"I'll be here as soon as I get back from Hogsmeade," Harry whispered back. "I'll hurry here just for you. You'll be here until Monday?"

"Yes, that Pomfrey woman insisted."

Harry smiled wistfully at Draco, and slowly ran a finger down Draco's nose, poking it at the end. He gave Draco a wink, and reluctantly walked out the hospital wing doors.

[In it's hands for us

What tomorrow brings, the future knows]

"Now what's the password? Lemon drop? Bloodsickle? Pumpkin Pasties?

Harry was outside the doorway to Dumbledore's office, attempting to guess the password. Although he was a brilliant wizard, Dumbledore often forgot minor things. And that was the reason why Harry was stuck guessing the password.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? Oh, damn it already! Mr. Goodbar for crying out loud!"

Harry jumped as the Gargoyle sprang aside from the doorway, letting him in. He stepped on the staircase to get up to Dumbledore's office, wondering about the password. Mr. Goodbar was a muggle candy; but then again, the headmaster did like Lemon drops.

He raised a hand to knock on the door at the end of the staircase, but found that it opened as soon as he touched it.

"Ah! Mr. Potter, do have a seat at my desk!" came Dumbledore's delighted voice from inside the office. "We have a few things to talk about."

Harry casually strolled into the room and sat down across from the Headmaster. Fawkes chirped from his stand across the room, and Harry gave the Phoenix a smile and a wave.

"Harry, how are things so far this year?" Dumbledore asked him regarding him carefully.

"The same as always Professor," Harry replied, forcing a smile on his face.

"Are you sure Harry? Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger have come to see me, and are worried that there is something bothering you."

"There is.... no, there was, but I've solved the problem."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly to Harry and offered him a piece of fudge. After refusing, and a quick glance around the room, Harry began to wonder the real reason why he was in Dumbledore's office.

"Is there, something else that you wanted to talk to me about," Harry asked reluctantly.

"Well yes Harry, there is," Dumbledore began slowly. "Misters Crabbe and Goyle were here earlier, and they said that they have noticed obvious change in Mr. Malfoy since the summer vacations. Can you tell me what is wrong?"

"I can, but that would betray Draco's trust in me," Harry said after a moments pause. On better recollection of who he was talking to, he added, "I'm sorry Dumbledore, sir."

"As long as you know what's wrong and can help Draco sort out his priorities."

"I'll try my hardest to help him, it's in my best interests to see him get better."

"Very well Harry, you can go."

Harry stood up and headed back out the door, petting Fawkes good-bye when it chirped as him. He headed towards the staircases, and finally the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he went in, he went over to an abandoned chair by the fireplace, sinking down in it as he sighed. He watched the flames jump around and dance, but after a moment they seemed to be mocking him.

They seemed to picture, or was Harry just imagining them to do so, Draco jumping off of the tower, but instead of being caught, he fell into the water. The picture then changed to Voldemort, who stared back at Harry with a haughty anger. Then, he was gone, and a picture of his parent's appeared for a moment before there was a flash of green light, and the flames returned to normal.

"Harry?" came Hermione's voice from behind him, slightly timid sounding. "Harry, can we talk to you?"

Harry looked up at his two bestfriends, and nodded for them to sit down. They were the best of friends anyone could ask for, and were always concerned about his well being. Lately though, he had been spending time in the library away from them, researching about his dreams. He had even gone to Professor Trelawney about reoccurring dreams, although it didn't go to well, and she kept giving him sympathetic glances during Divination.

"Harry," Hermione began once she and Ron had sat down, "lately you haven't been talking to us, and it seems like you're ignoring us. Is there something wrong that you'd like to talk about?"

Harry bit his lip as he thought up a good lie to tell them. He wanted to tell them the truth, but he knew all to well what would happen. Hermione would probably think that he had been spelled, and never stop looking for a counterspell to reverse it. Ron would probably go off the deep end, and most likely never talk to Harry again. If Ron thought Hermione and Krum were horrible together, he would die of a heart attack when (if) he found out about Draco.
'Wait!' Harry thought to himself. 'If Draco's the one in my dream, that makes me either bi or gay! Great, this sounds like a Rita Skeeter report 'The boy That Lived a Not So Straight Life'.'

"I'm fine guys," Harry said at last. "I'm sorry if I've been ignoring you lately. I've just been really busy, you know.... things."

"Things?" Ron said suddenly, getting the well-known Weasley grin on his face. "Harry! Are you seeing someone!?"

"Well... I-" Harry began, feeling himself flush a dark red with embarrassment.

"Ha! I knew it!" Ron deduced from the look on Harry's face. "He's been dating someone 'Mione! No wonder he's never around, he's sneaking off the meet his girlfriend. Who is it Harry?"

"Umm... now wait a minute! I never said that I was dating anybody."

"Sure you didn't. But if you don't want to talk about it, we understand."

"No, really! I've just been looking up things in the library," Harry protested, still a brilliant shade of red. "I'm not seeing anyone yet!"

"Yet?" Hermione chimed in. "So there is someone! Come one Harry, tell us who she is. We won't tell anybody, you can trust us!"

"I know I can trust you," Harry replied, feeling awful for not being able to tell them, "but I... I don't want anyone to know yet, and neither does this person."

"Fine then," Ron replied, "but we'll find out sooner or later.

"Right...."

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With a pocket full of sickles and galleons, Harry walked into Hogsmeade early the next morning by himself. He had told Ron and Hermione that he was going alone so that he could buy them their Christmas presents, even if it was a month early. So after buying a new book for Hermione ('Annoying Curses to put on Annoying People') and the entire collection of Chudley Cannons Quidditch figures for Ron, he wandered around, wondering what to do with the rest of his money when he saw a little store that he had never noticed before.

'Jabberwocky Jewelry,' he thought to himself as he looked at the display of necklaces in the window, 'I've never seen this place before.'

He was wondering if he should go in when he thought of Draco. Maybe he would like something.

'Oh what the hell,' Harry thought as he walked in.

He was immediately surrounded with thoughts of the layout of the store. There were necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets, and other exotic pieces of jewelry hanging or sitting in every place possible. He walked further in, examining all the perfectly placed items, but wondering where the owners were. Most people wouldn't leave gold and precious gems sitting out in the open.

"Need help," came a voice from behind him, causing Harry to jump.

He turned around to face the speaker. There was a girl behind him, a few years older then him. Her waistline black hair ruffled as she spoke.

"I'm Lawny, we just opened this store a few weeks ago," she said, smiling at Harry. "Do you need help?"

"Yes actually," Harry replied, trying not to stare at the perky girl. "I'm looking for a present for... a friend of mine, he's sick."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, if you can give me any type of description of his, I'll try to help you."

"Umm... he's my height, blonde, pale skin, gray eyes, really arrogant. I'm not exactly sure what he would like."

"You're from Hogwarts, aren't you?"

"Yes, but now that I think about it, I'm not sure what me and him are. My close friends don't exactly like him"

"Okay, I'm going to take a wild shot here, but he's a Slytherin, and you seem to be a Gryffindor."

"Yes, but how?" Harry stuttered, looking at her strangely. "How did you know?"

"I ain't done yet," Lawny replied with a wicked grin. "You guys aren't friends, you're more then friends, but you aren't exactly sure how much more you are."

Harry 's jaw dropped and he gapped at the girl infront of him. How could she know so much about him and Draco? Not even he knew that much, and it was happening to him. She hurried off to a different part of the store, and he could here her rustling and clinking around a box somewhere. In less then a minute, she was back, and handing him a bracelet.

It was perfect! It was made of two snakes twined together all the way around. One snake was gold with rubies set in as eyes; the other was silver, with emerald shining as eyes. To Harry, it seemed like it was made for just Draco and him. He looked up in disbelief at Lawny, and she just smiled back in a carefree way.

"It's perfect," he whispered. "How did you know? It's impossible."

"Nothing's perfect, and nothing is certainly impossible, Mr. Potter," she replied. "It's just what I do for a living. Besides, you just screamed confusion from love the moment I saw you. I always know what I see."

They went up to the counter, and harry paid seven galleons for the gold and silver bracelet. He waited for Lawny to wrap it (green paper with a silver bow), and turned to leave.

"Do you work here every weekend," Harry asked her before he left. "I might have to pick up a few more presents in a few weeks."

"I'll be here everytime someone's heart is confused," she replied, a mix between a smile and a smirk on her face.

Harry waved his good-bye to the slightly off center girl, and left the store. The weather outside bit at his cheeks as he hurried to Honeydukes to get a few chocolate frogs for Draco and himself later in the afternoon. When he went back outside, he looked back in the direction of Jabberwocky Jewelry, but this time when he looked, it wasn't there.

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TBC....

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