Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter, I wish I did, but he, and everything else, belong to the brilliant JK Rowling.
A New Life?
Chapter 1: The Dream
A teenage Boy was standing in the middle of a bright, white room. Although it was impossible to tell if it really was a room, the walls, floor and ceiling seemed to go on forever.
A foggy shape appeared on the horizon, a moment later the figure was getting closer and also becoming clearer, it was almost like looking in a foe glass. It was a man, and he was wearing wizard's robes, the boy reached for his wand only to find is wasn't there, he started twisting and turning trying to find it and when he couldn't:
"What! insert long line of curses here Where the hell could it be!" he yelled.
"Please refrain from using such vulgar language, at least in my presence, Mr. Malfoy." A voice behind him sighed. The boy turned around and his mouth dropped open.
"P-professor Dumbledore? W-what are you doing here?" a startled Draco Malfoy stuttered, his mouth still hanging open and his eyes now bulging.
"I'm not really Professor Dumbledore, just a just a product of your subconscious."
"My subconscious? Does that mean that this is all a dream?"
"Yes, this is nothing but a dream. But you still have to listen to what I say."
Draco just stood there staring so 'Dumbledore' took this as a sign to continue, "I have a warning to give you, and it concerns your future, and some decisions you will have to make."
"A warning? What warning?"
"The one I'll give you if you ever stay quiet enough to listen."
"I'm quiet now, will you get on with it."
"You would be wise to realize that I don't have to do what you say. I can take as long as I want or need to give you this necessary information."
"I don't have to put up with this; I could always wake-up."
"No, you can't. It's physically impossible to wake-up, or do anything of the sort, for that matter, until I allow it. And I suggest you quiet done now so we can get this over with." The fake Dumbledore was starting to get uncharacteristically aggravated.
"Fine then, if I must." He sighed.
"As you know, you are beginning your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Some drastic changes are about to take place, and some already have, the outcome of these changes lies on your shoulders. You will have to make some very difficult decisions. Choose goodness and you will be regarded as a hero, but choose evil and darkness will once again reign,"
"No pressure, huh?" he muttered, "Well what's the question then? I might as well hear it now and get it over with."
"I cannot tell you that, it won't be said aloud by anyone. You will figure out what it is by yourself soon enough. You will have to, I don't think I need to express how crucial this situation is. Don't forget, the fate of the world rests on your shoulders."Dumbledore said as his voice began to fade, as was the rest of the dream-world.
"No! no, don't go!" he screamed, but it was useless, 'Dumbledore' was gone.
"Sir. Sir! Wake-up sir, please wake-up!" pleaded a high, squeaky voice from above his head.
"Wha-what's going on, where am I? Where's Dumbledore?"
"You was screaming sir, 'come back' over and over, sir! Tebby was just cleaning your fireplace when she heard you, you was so distressed that she had to wake you sir. Please don't hit Tebby sir, she thought she was helping you." The small house elf was close to tears clutching at her filthy towel.
"I'm not going to hit you, but will you please get off of me?" he waited as the house elf scrambled to do his bidding, and stumbled to the door, "and thank-you for waking me up, what a nightmare."
"Oh, you's very welcome sir, very welcome indeed." She answered, her surprise crystal clear.
Why the hell did I, Draco Malfoy, just thank a house elf? he thought, more confused than he could ever remember being.