Summary: Starts out as a pure humor fic and develops a plot around chapter 12 or so. Unintentional, but very interesting. There is a lot of death in the later chapters, a lot of combat magics but still a retention of the humor. I haven't planned this out in any way and it has kind of evolved on its own.

A/N: I haven't edited much (apologies!) but feel free to rub my atrocious grammar in my face. This chapter is really short, but the others average 10 pages each. (Value approximate, and no, I will not do an Excel spreadsheet to figure it out. Please don't make me :)

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter or anything connected with the HP universe, nor do I own Everquest, Windows, PCs in general, or any of the other things in the fic. I do own the characters you don't recognize… well, some of them. But if the ones you don't recognize aren't mine, I have permission from the character creators. Sort of… Ok, long story, but this being a disclaimer and them knowing exactly what they would get if they sued me (a half-eaten chunk of chocolate and a malfunctioning laptop) I think I'm safe. To cover all bases- I own the first person character and Deritine, nothing else.

I float down a long stone corridor. As my bare toes skim the cool rough rock I recognize that I am dreaming. Though I sometimes feel that I can fly when awake, the painful reminder of the ground usually disillusions me. I look around the corridor, which is lined with all manner of strange clutter, mostly large statues. I float over to a large suit of armor with a helmet with a large dragon crest. The dragon looks very realistic, down to the miniature scales. My face gets within centimeters of the little dragon in my attempt to see all the details. It takes me a second to realize that the dragon has moved. That is amusing by itself. However, the dragon moved to bite my nose. I squeak and freeze. The hazy pain is spreading and becoming sharper. Tears come to my eyes. I poke at the dragon, squeezing the sides of its jaws. Unfortunately, the metal lizard does not open its mouth as its flesh and blood cousins would. Though the pain is that rather dislocated kind that is typical in dreams, it is far from comfortable.

I am rescued by a long hand which reaches around and fiddles with something on the suit of armor. The miniature jaws pop open and release my nose. The hand grabs my chin and turns my neck around to inspect the site of the wound. I find my face very close to another face, which looks about as willing to bite my nose as the metal reptile it released me from.

"You have been warned against this suit of armor, I am sure. The stupidity of ignoring that warning only compounds you rule-breaking at being out of your room at such an hour." A distorted view of a truly intimidating scowl punctuates the statement. I really do wish I could perhaps have a little more space between us. I have a very small personal bubble, but I still have one. "Regardless, you were lucky enough to avoid injury." The scowl deepens. I get the impression that my savior would be happy to remedy that situation. The hand is still gripping my chin, one finger in that very uncomfortable place underneath the bone. "What house are you in? Year?" Eh? I usually know what is going on in my dreams, but I think I'm a bit lost. "Quickly, child, don't keep me waiting!" I jerk my head out of the long hand and float back so that I can get a good look at the person interrogating me.

"I don't know what you mean." I look around. "And I'm not a child, anyway."

I see that my interrogator is a male. A male with suspiciously familiar features. Long, hooked nose, pale complexion, and greasy black hair. My nose starts to twitch in amusement. "What is so amusing? I asked you a question, I expect an answer."

I start to chortle. "Is that you Sevvie-kins?"

I think that he might be about to bust something. And yet, he looks so coolly collected. Managing to do both at the same time is perhaps more amusing than just anger might have been. "What did you call me?"

I feel a malicious stirring. "My precioussss Ssseverussss." I say in a Gollum-like tone. "Ssssevie-kinsss." I watch his twitching body, holding back laughter by sheer will alone. I can not contain it any longer and burst out laughing, rolling about in the air. I see him pointing a wand at my mirthful self and see his lips moving before I wake up gasping and laughing in my bed.

"You should have seen his face! It was priceless." My friend gives me a funny look. "What?"

"You really do have strange dreams, Aimry." Hannah sighs.

"Oh, but that's not the whole of it…" Hannah groans. "Well, it's not…"

"Aimry, as fascinating as that sounds… I don't care."

I laugh. I certainly hope tonight's dreaming will be as amusing!