A/N: Here's the next chapter, please review.
Chapter 1: Awakening
Harry
Harry smiled contentedly, he was flying over a lake. The water was clear blue and there were small clumps of holly bushes placed sporadically around the bank. A full moon shone brightly in the sky and its silver light gave an ethereal glow to the landscape. Apart from the moon the sky appeared empty. A bolt of lightning flashed across the moon, its dazzling power reflected in the lake below. No, the sky was not empty. A star glimmered beside the lit disk. The dog star, Harry thought without knowing how he knew. Sirius, the name and the sight of the star made Harry happy. Everything was silent and peaceful. A small red bird orbited his head. Scarlet and orange flames flickered and danced in the air but nothing was burned, the area was saturated with magic and Harry felt calm and relaxed. But there was something missing, what was it? He examined his surroundings trying to identify it. A jolt of surprise, in place of the usual colourless air there was a golden mist, Harry wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. It felt like a part of him. The moon and lightning also felt like they were a part of him, but the bird, star, water, fire and plants seemed separate, close and familiar but separate. But there was still something missing, it irritated Harry, it was like an itch that he couldn't scratch. Harry knew that without this missing element he would never be complete. A tendril of purple mist appeared on the horizon, it slowly wove a trail of intricate spirals fringing the space. The pattern was complicated, elegant, proud and strong. Harry beamed, now everything was perfect. He looked at the gold and purple mist and a memory caught his attention. Golden letters outlined in purple light. Harry shook his head at the recollection, he wanted to stay here where everything was peaceful and safe, but he was remembering. His life unfolded before his eyes, the mist was fading, he was leaving this safe haven and he didn't know where he would end up.
An echo of purple called to him... Wait. An echo of purple? purple is a colour, it doesn't echo... Harry opened his eyes.
Zoey
Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near. The words of the old song floated through her mind, it reminded her of grandma which made her feel warm and peaceful. She was in a meadow, there was a small stream running through the middle and its banks were lined with lavender flowers. The sky was completely dark except for the gleaming circle of the full moon and a flashing lightning bolt that cut across it. The ground was covered in a thick carpet of long fresh grass and stalks of corn and wheat grew from the soil making yellowy-golden patches in the green. A soft breeze fluttered past her, whispering its secrets and knowledge. Brilliant red flames crackled and danced, it seemed to be playing with the water. There was something missing, it annoyed Zoey. It was like trying to remember a name and then forgetting it when it was just at the tip of her tongue. Finally she discovered it. She was amazed she hadn't seen it before. The empty air around her wasn't air at all. The breeze was but the rest was actually a strange purple mist. Zoey was content, she felt better now the mist was there. It was a part of her. The wind, water, fire and plants were also part of her but they were also part of other people. It was a strange sensation, like sharing an arm with someone but more personal. The lavender flowers reminded Zoey of family but she didn't know about the others. The moon was part of her. The lightning was a connection to someone close to her but she didn't think she'd met him before. Zoey had no idea how she knew this, it just seemed obvious. She accepted it, emotions were slowed here. But... no, there was still something missing. There was something that should be there that wasn't and Zoey sensed that she could never be whole without it. A strand of mist drifted into view. It twisted itself into a pattern of heptagons with jagged zigzags dissecting them and teardrops in their left corners bordering the meadow. The pattern was complex and delicate but at the same time it was also simple and strong. This mist was golden. Zoey cheered up at the sight of it, now she was whole. A memory flashed into her mind. Purple letters outlined in golden light. Zoey shook her head, the mist was fading. She had a feeling that when she woke up her life will have changed completely but she didn't know why.
An echo of gold... Wait a minute. An echo of gold? What? Colours didn't echo... did they?
Zoey opened her eyes.
A/N: I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I know this chapter is really short, usually my chapters are at least double this which still isn't very long but still... Anyway, what did you think? Any ideas about what any of that was about? I need to work on my other two fics now since I'm trying to update my stories in order but the next chapter should definitely be longer since everyone will be awake and trying to understand what's happening. Please review.
