Evangeline's point of view.
I quietly made my way back to my dormitory. I slid in the door, trying to be quiet as I changed into pyjama shorts and a tank top. Hermione and Kali had been asleep for quiet awhile. Summer had told me that she was going to stay up and finish her potions essay, and cover for me if anybody woke up to find that I was gone. But there she was, passed out on her four poster bed with a pencil in one hand and a notebook resting on her chest. I chuckled to myself and walked over to her. I picked up the notebook. She'd written almost a full page before she fell asleep. I figured that she had spend only a half an hour awake. I set the book and her pencil on her night stand. Reminding myself to find a better night guard, for any other late night get aways that I may again embark on. I crawled into my bed, pulling my plush sheets over my small frame, and instantly fell asleep.
~The sky was a dark shade of purple, the stars gleamed much like they had that night in the Astronomy tower. Yet they held a sad essence to them. The trees around me were bare. The wind swirled around in opaque white heaps. Strange looking birds sat on their naked branches. They looked like ravens, but had a very skeletal body. Almost as if they were malnourished. The crescent moon sat perched in the purple sky, glistening over a black sea, the tide was high, as it slammed against the sand angrily. Full of fierceness. I spun around in a slow circle. Taking in my surroundings. Everything was dead. There was no brush embellishing would would be shrubbery and bushes. Stems of wilted flours, lay underneath my bare feet, decorating the brown grass, which was once, undoubtedly a gorgeous shade of green. Everything had been tarnished as if a drought or famine had torn through this odd world. This world was my world. This was my ever changing land of solitude. It changed as I aged, and metamorphosed. As I sank deeper into my internal sadness, my secret world slowly crumbled. I sat down on the crisp dead ground. My knee length dress made a swishy sound as the poofy fabric squished on the ground. It was a bright white colour. Brighter than the moon. I hadn't worn white in awhile. It had been a long time since I had changed out of my long black dress. A dress that looked as if it belonged to a widow. I stared at the moon, and the sky. It's glorious purple colour, bedazzled with diamond stars and a magnificent shining moon where the only things that remained to this land that was once a fantasy world, inside my real fantasy world. The once aquamarine sea was black. The white dahlia's had died. All creatures that inhabited this land had left. All except for me. The purple sky resembled my dreams. Something that I would never lose, no matter the circumstances. The moon resembled light. Not in the literal sense, but in the metaphorical. Despite the darkness that I lived in, there was a light, even if it was small- a crescent. The moon had only disappeared once, and that was the night that my father had broken my ribs. The stars resembled hope. Something that was once weary. Something that was almost fading. I did not expect to see these stars shining so brightly tonight. I expected more of them to be missing, and more to be slowly fizzing away. As I wondered why they were so bright, I saw slight movement from the shoreline. The tide had calmed down ever so slightly. I felt alarmed. There was nobody else here. The creatures were gone. It must've been my imagination. But the figure got closer and closer. It was a...human. Well, at least it looked like a human. He was wearing black trousers, and a bright, white, button up shirt, polished with a loose black long sleeved shirt; unbuttoned. He was barefoot like me. He came closer and closer. Alarmed, I stood up. The wind picked up and bustled through my long hair. He walked up to me and put his forefinger on my chin, raising it upward. He looked me in the eye. He looked sad, and tired.
"Words are deceitful. True emotions cannot be seen. True plots cannot be deciphered by anyone other than those who plan them. Stay away from me, Evangeline. For you are a beautiful and fragile dahlia, and I am danger."
I could feel my heart swell as he took his finger from my chin. He turned around and walked back towards the ocean.
"Wait!" I yelled, sprinting after him.
He stopped and turned around halfway. He gave me a tearful look and disappeared. Completely evaporated into thin air.
That was the first night that I had ever dreamed of Draco Malfoy.