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I-Dreams
Harry was fleeing, fleeing from his thoughts, from his visions, from his friends, from everything. It was on this occasion that he found the Room of Requirement. Sitting in an armchair and staring at the roaring flames, he fell into himself where only his thoughts like running waters were drowning him. Drowning him in guilt (Cedric, dead because of him), in fear (Voldemort was back and would destroy all that he held dear) and in sorrow (alone, alone, always alone).
Sleep on silent wings took him and would never completely let them go.
He dreamt of stars, of wondrous and impossible things, of planets and times and beings that he had never met and would not yet meet, with him as the eye of a storm.
And he was running, running with each step redrawing the world (the time) around him alongside a wolf with golden eyes and otherworldly voices singing to him in a language he did not understand (did not need to).
Because he was dreaming and he was fantastic.
Her world was made of muted colors and gaping darkness. Everything reminded her of him and so, on her first night in this world that would now be hers, she slept where they were lost to each other, on the Bad Wolf Bay with the night wind like ribbons of glass cutting into her skin and clawed fingers gripping at her hair. Her body was as frozen as her heart, an empty comfort that made her close her eyes.
Sleep on silent wings took her and would never completely let them go.
She dreamt of castles, of moving staircases, of ancient forests and forgotten wonders that made her forget her pain for a brief while (because in this dream, she simply was).
And there were light touches on the edge of her perception, with brilliants colors never seen before and warm wood under her fingers, a red haired woman bestowing smiles and kind touches upon her.
She was dreaming and it was fantastic.
Sometimes, you are told to stop day dreaming, imagining, dreaming because you will get lost and never find your way back to earth. They think that the people who said that were right because dreams are another reality but there are twists and turns and dives that leave you dizzy and wanting for more. It makes you breatheless and excited and you leave your life behind for those few timeless moments.
They are also a portal, a gate to others (beings, times, places, people).
Really, they love dreams because their first meeting was there even though they would never see it as such until much later.