Disclaimer: Come on people, we all know the characters aren't mine.
AN: So I've decided to take down Dreamland and replace it with a chaptered fic. Ok, maybe it's more of a collection of one-shots in chronological order that happen to have a common theme and a prologue... Whatever. Oh yeah, and I will be updating There and Black Again sometime soon. I hate to admit it, but I kinda lost the plot and don't really like what I've written anymore. I know, I know, AGAIN? AH!
AAN: Sorry, I liked this version better. Hehe...
Enjoy and REVIEW like crazy 'cause I need to encouragement!
They began my first year.
The dreams, that is. They began my first year.
I don't really remember the first one too well. There may have been an incident involving our family's old owl running into the stained-glass window while Narcissa and I fought to the death using blueberries as ammunition. Madam Pince may also have appeared at some point, but the details are foggy and I hadn't started using my pensieve to track the dreams yet.
The same goes for the dreams I had over the next few years.
It was in my fifth year that I finally realized what the dreams were and meant. I'd woken up to dirtied sheets and my hair plastered to my forehead and I sat up so fast it made my head spin. I'd had another dream about Narcissa. Another dream that seemed so life-like it made me lean over the side of the bed for fear I was going to be sick.
The first thing I did after my stomach had settled was set to work on creating my first and only pensieve.
This is what I'm sharing with you now.
The dreams of Sirius Black.
How quaint.