Summary: In a dream, they met. In reality, a new Potions' assistant appeared. Is he who Harry wants? Or is he an illusion, unseen by others? SLASH Top!Harry HP/OMC Creature!OMC

Pairings: Harry/OMC

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be rich and would have a nice pet by my side. Sadly, I do not.

Author's note: This is my first story! Please tell me if there are any mistakes as this is un-betaed. Updates will depend on my schedule but I hope to have new chapters up on a regular basis. Please be considerate. Thank you and tell me if you enjoyed this!

Ch. 1

xX- Dreamscape -Xx

Locks of midnight-black hair formed a halo on the soft pillows, framing a delicate face. High cheekbones, long lashes, wide and big silver eyes, full cherry pink lips decorated a heart-shaped face, proving him to be every part of the aristocrat he was. However, the beautiful eyes he adored were closed. That would not do. He tickled his sides until those jewel orbs blinked open and close rapidly while he awakened with a squirm, bursting into giggles. Adoration, Happiness, Love. Those emotions alone found in his love's eyes were enough to take his breath away.

He buried his head in his hair and breathed in the lovely scent of sunshine and sea salt as if he had just came out of a bath in the sea. He feared for his love's safety, for by simply being with him, he was facing danger from the stray Death Eaters. "Harry?" The foreign word rolling off his tongue in concern, Harry felt that his name was never more seductive than now. Embracing his beloved, he whispered in his ear," I love you,", and pecked him on the lips, "mine."

He practically melted against his lips, and replied breathily, "And I you, Beloved."

And then he woke up.

xX- Awakening -Xx

Harry woke up with a start and again, a sense of longing gripped his heart. Again...It's the same dream... Brushing his hair back, which had fallen into his eyes when he sat up, he walked to the window seat. Dawn had yet to arrive, the darkness enveloped him and all he could hear or see was the soft snores of the other boys, ( except Ron of course! ) and the full moon. Normally, he would fall asleep within the drop of a hat in this rare moment of serenity. And yet...

And yet.

He couldn't. Not tonight. Not... after what he dreamt. Even though he could never remember them, he knew, knew that it was within his reach. But he was still more than overwhelmed with the love and acceptance he felt from...who? Damn. Why the hell couldn't he just fucking remember? Just a snatch of their name, a glimpse of what they look like, and he'd be satisfied. He wiped away the tears in his eyes. Traitorous tears. Why couldn't he do anything? He was so weak, especially for someone like him, the Chosen One or whatever shit the public called him. It wasn't as if they knew him, like how Ron and Hermione do, like how they do...

"Harry?"

Ron. He looked at Harry with his brows narrowed sleepily, "You okay? Cos you look like shite."

Harry snorted despite himself. Trust Won-Won to be sooooo tactful. He mentally rolled his eyes at the recollection of Ron saying that he looked really good when his arm was broken and his ankle twisted ( Quidditch. Duh.). Hermione had given him the Look before telling him, Harry quoted, " You absolutely have no tact huh Ron. And to think I had such high hopes too! " Then she dramatically turned away with her hand clutched at her chest, pretending to sob. Harry snickered softly, not wanting to offend Ron who for Merlin's sake could never understand his mind mechanics.

"Yeah, I know. I just had that dream again. You know, the one which I can never remember for fuck's sake. Ugh," the Chosen one sighed frustratedly. Ron, Hermione, Remus and Sirius were the only ones who knew about them. They tried everything to figure out what the Dreams meant, even searching through the Black Library and the Restricted Section. Nothing showed up. However, Harry suspected that the Black couple knew something, they kept throwing looks at him that just screamed, "I know something but I won't tell you anything". They were Gryffindors so... not so subtle.

The redhead gave him a pitying look, "Well, it's too bad. Wanna go have breakfast since we're already up?" His eyes practically lit up at the prospect of having food. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend's antics. He nodded and as if he was just waiting for his consent, Ron jumped off his bed and ran down the stairs.

"Come on Harry! Time's a-ticking by!" Cue sigh of exasperation.

"If only you put so much as a fraction as to what you feel about food to your studies...I bet they'd rise up in a matter of seconds!" And there was Hermione yammering away at her constipated-looking boyfriend. Poor Ron. Harry could never understand they could still be a couple after so many fights. But, Harry mused, opposites do attract, like it did for Remus and Sirius. They balanced each other out perfectly, like how Remus would be the level-headed one while Sirius would fool around like a five-year-old kid. He wondered, not for the first time, if they would fit that well with him.

Oops. Hermione had the Look on her face again... and to think of it, so did Ron. Damn. They just had to gang up on him. And since when did they reach the Great Hall? Hermione started," Harry, you should stop thinking about the...Dreams, and eat up before we go off for our summer break." Looking sadly at him, she started piling more food on his plate, while chiding Ron for his (disgusting) table manners again.

...

Did she just mention 'Summer Break' ?

...

Shit.

He couldn't believe that he actually forgot that there was Summer Break at all. Brilliant Harry comes to the rescue!

Though, he was confused. Where was he supposed to stay this time? At the Dursleys', the Weasleys', or Grimmauld Place? He hated being like a kid passed around between his divorced parents. He could take good care of himself. He didn't need their care. He did after all kill the Dark Lord. When Sirius almost fell into the Veil, Harry had gone mad. In more that one sense of the word. He himself didn't know what he had done to Voldemort but the others said that it was for the best that he did not remember. It couldn't be that bad. Then again, he was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived-And-Killed-The-Dark-Arsehole. Anything could have happened.

Not that any of these mattered. All he wanted was to know who they were. A simple wish.

He never expected that his wish was heard and that his entire world would turn upside-down.

Then he looked up from his last meal at Hogwarts as a fifth year, and looked into silver eyes.

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