A man, deep in sleep, heard music in the background of his dream. He knew this dream. He'd been having this particular dream for three years.
The music was faint, the scene distinct. He was in a house, an old house. He was in the dungeon of the house when he first heard the music. He made a decision to find it. It sounded like rock. He walked up the stairs and heard the music more clear. He was desperate to find it.
'Hold on to me, love,
You know I can't stay long,
All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid,
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?'
He thought it was in the parlor. He walked slowly, checking each room, wishing to see the source of the music…
'Holding my last breath,
Safe inside myself,
Are all my thoughts of you,
Sweet raptured light,
It ends here, tonight,'
He was getting closer; he knew he was. A small tendril of ebony hair fell in front of his startling green eyes. He brushed it away in a rush. He knew he would soon find the source of this haunting music that beckoned to him.
He opened the door to a parlor, blackened with age. He saw a shadow, standing sadly in front of the fire. He saw long, dark hair falling in front of the shadow's face, like a hood.
'Closing your eyes to disappear,'
Was this the source of that music? It seemed to be generating from the shadow. He stepped closer.
The shadow turned around, and he saw the face of death. It was emaciated, and without clear features. It was blurred, yet he could tell that someone he knew, someone he loved, was buried beneath the cold shell that was the shadow. He seemed to catch that one glimpse that assured his thinking.
He clutched the shadow, and felt his world turn upside down. He knew who the shadow was. But did the shadow know him? His light, golden and radiant, burst forth and around the two of them as time sped away. Forward, or back, he never would have known. Now the shadow was embracing back, and silver light mixed with gold.
'You pray your dreams will leave you here,'
He started, and in doing so, woke up. 'Was it all a dream?' he thought. 'It seemed so real.' He could still hear the last notes of the music…
'But still you wake and know the truth,
No one's there,
Say goodnight,
Don't be afraid,
Calling me, calling me as you fade to black.'
And with that, Harry Potter faded to the black of dreamless sleep.
(A/N: HOLY COW I FOUND IT!!! WAHOO!!! I FOUND MY STORY THAT WAS LOST IN THE DEPTHS OF THE UNREACHABLE D DRIVE! -no, I did not get my D drive back, so anyone who wished Harry Potter and Found Love to come back can keep wishing.- -Chesire Cat Grin- Hope you liked this small chapter. Next one up soon! Review please!)