Hey I'm CallaCaptor and this is my story, I sadly don't own Homestuck or Harry Potter so yeah... Enjoy the story I should be able to update it once a week, Thanks for reading!
Mituna was screaming as he felt the splitting in half of his consciousness with the additional pain of over stepping his limit on his psionic powers. The burning was all he could feel until he passed out as he felt the danger that was heading towards everyone began to leave slowly.
(With Harry.)
A 10 year old Harry Potter jumped up from his poor excuse of a bed as he woke from the nightmare he just witnessed. It didn't really feel like a nightmare more like a memory but he was used to them. He automatically made the strange thought from his head go away but he winced as the pounding that had always appeared after every dream he had like that. The overly large thumping on the top of his tiny room under the stairs indicated that is was time to make breakfast for the Dursley's.
