Ryo Angel
PG
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Things Dreams are Made of
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He's running away from something. Running towards something. Something bright. Something dark.
What is it?
Who is it?
He's still running, always running, never quite reaching. Sparkling emerald eyes clouded with tears; unruly brown hair damp with sweat.
He's running.
Always running.
Never quite reaching.
Running away from something; towards something.
Bright.
Dark.
What is it?
Who is he?
"Harry!" Lily bolted awake, her face damp with perspiration. "Harry?" She breathed. Her breaths came out short and ragged and she shook her head, trying to clear away the fog that suddenly descended. She looked around her and took in a couple of deep breaths as she lay back down. She turned over to face the wall, her emerald eyes wide open, shivering from the dream.
Who is he?
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Dec. 24th, 1972 Dear Tom,
Thank you for tonight. I needed it.
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It started slowly. She had dreams of the same boy running away, bolted awake each night calling out his name. She couldn't understand it herself and her friends are obsessed with finding out who this guy was, even though she kept on denying knowing such a fellow.
"There are no Harry's in this school, Sirius." Peter reported back to his friend, "I've asked all the houses and even the sorting hat. There simply isn't a Harry."
"He could be a muggle, you know." Remus bit down on his carrot as he turned the page on his book, 'Hogwarts: A History.' "I don't understand why he simply MUST be a wizard."
Sirius was annoyed and was tempted to rip the book out of Remus's hands, "Because this is Lily! She simply can't..."
"She IS a muggle and she DID go home last summer and she COULD have met someone." Remus put down his book, "IF she did, it's none of our business, but she DID say she doesn't know what's going on." He picked up his book again, "You'd do better if you check out whom or what is bothering her dreams."
Sirius grew thoughtful and then zoomed in on James. "Did you do anything, James?" Sirius knew about the crush James had on Lily. This may be their second year, but it was the height of the war and wizards and witches could change sides at any moment, not that Sirius thought... it can't possibly be that...
James only shrugged, looking non-perturbed, "Why would I care about that pathetic mudblood?"
The group was shocked into silence. All eyes were wide except for the thin girl that stood in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed at his words, "I would hate to sully your air with my low, impure self." Lily gritted her teeth as she walked through the crowd and made her way up the stairs to her dorm. "Can it guys; I don't want to hear it." Her only response as she weaved past them and their explanations. Isn't it enough that she didn't understand what's going with her dreams? Why can't they just leave it alone?
She sat on the window seat and stared down at the Hogwarts' grounds, her eyes narrowing as she spied two alumnae's with Severus. "Lucius and Narcissa..." Lily murmured the two perfect couple. She was staring still as they all turned and looked straight at her, their eyes shimmering with cold mirth. She waved slowly, shivering as they smiled at her, tipping their heads as they pulled the young Severus away. Blinking at the strangeness of the whole situation, she turned and got up, walking to her tabletop and running one hand along the front of her journal. Tonight.
The clatter and yells outside had her curious. When she opened her dorm door, the scene that greeted her was almost comical. James Potter had been trussed up like a ballerina, contempt shining in his eyes as his three friends pushed him towards her. "I'm sorry." He spat, anger radiating from him.
Lily's eyes glittered with hatred and she slammed the door on his face. Pick James Potter over Tom? Ha! The idea was almost laughable.
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Night had fallen and the atmosphere had turned festive. Time for celebration. Time for merriment. Lily wanted to shove it all up James' ass. Bloody git. The memory of what had happened earlier made her seethe. Anger raged through her and she practiced her DADA spells relentlessly, occasionally, looking up some of the darker spells to work on, knowing exactly who she wanted to test them on.
She was angry all right, up until a box arrived when all was getting ready.
She stared at her bed now, looking at her dress. "Simple and fine, made of spider's web and rainbow shine, it glitters like the dark night sky." She smiled as she read her card, "I look forward to seeing you tonight, Lily Evans. All my love... Tom." All his love... She put on her dress and her smile broadened as she twirled around. Beautiful. It clung to her small frame and flared out at her waist. Small drops of diamonds frosted her arms and Tom's present hung from her neck, the dark mark barely noticeable.
She stepped out of her room and down the stairs, her red hair blazing like a flame of hot, scorching fire. James couldn't take his eyes off her. Take that! She swayed her hips gently. And that!
Lily didn't wait for the quartet as she made her way to the main hall, her high heels clicking against the hard tiles rhythmically. She had a date tonight. With someone who seems to be falling in love with her. She stopped short at the thought of it, the revelation swirling around her. "What am I doing?" She asked herself aloud. The music was playing down the hall and though it beckoned her, she hesitated. "What am I doing?"
She ducked into a hall when she heard voices coming up from behind her. Closing the door quietly, she rests her back against the back of the door, wondering why she was meeting with Tom.
'Because you know he's perfect for you...'
He's Voldemort. He's old enough to be my grandfather...
'He sure didn't look like nobody's grandfather that night.'
I'm only 12. I shouldn't be doing this. I...
'Does it matter? He's interested in you.'
Why is he interested in me anyways? Why me of all people?
'Why not you of all people? You know you're meant for more.'
I don't want to kill anyone...
'Not even James Potter?'
"Lily."
The confused red-head snapped to attention. In the quiet of the room, his voice echoed resoundingly. "Tom." She whispered.
He stepped away from the shadows and into the light. Dressed suavely in a black tuxedo, a mask firmly in place, he extended his hand towards her. She hesitated, but he merely smiled as she fought with herself, waiting patiently for her to accept him. Slowly, she walked towards him and trembling slightly, she placed her hand in his, her head snapping up when a vision came to her. She saw the boy in her dreams again, this time, however, he stopped running. His head lifted up and she could see him clearly, breathing hard, despair in his eyes. He shook his head and with tears in his eyes, he started running again, running towards that something or someone that could comfort him. She didn't realize she was crying until she found herself flushed against Tom's embrace, his gloved hands gently brushing away her tears.
Why this vision? Who is that boy?
Her hands clutched tightly at his lapel as she wondered, too frightened to pull away from his gentle embrace; too confused to look up at him. He let her cling to him, basking in the innocent warmth that she represented in his cold, dark world. "I'm frightened." She finally whispered, ashamed of her feelings.
"Of what?" His hands were cold as they rubbed her bare back soothingly. "What is there to be afraid of?"
She shook her head, "I don't know. Everything." She couldn't look him in the eye, "I'm just... I don't know." A fresh wave of tears poured out from her, "I just don't know." Why am I with you? Why does this feel so right?
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "It's all right." He bent down and swept her off her feet, letting her cling to him, turmoil mixing round and round in her head. "Everything will be okay." She felt the shift of magic that indicated that they had entered a port key, but she didn't care where he took her. It feels so safe with him. Always so safe!
She must have dozed off, because when she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by stars. Panic rushed through her as she bolted up, "Where..." Her eyes found Tom and her panic abated. "Tom."
"My sleeping beauty awakens." He walked towards her, a blood-red rose in one hand, "How do you feel?"
She closed her eyes as he ran the soft petals along her cheek and down her neck, "Better."
He smiled, "I'm glad." Darting forward, he captured her lips in a soft kiss. "Dance with me." He whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
"Okay." She was a little breathless and a little shy as she stood, the rose that he held was now transformed into a corsage on her wrist. A soft melody played and they danced among the stars, "This feels like a dream." She whispered, resting her head on his chest, letting the music swells up in her and they swayed around the diamond sky.
He chuckled, "I assure you, you are not asleep." He spun her out and brought her back, her back to his chest, his arms around her, "You are very much awake in this dream world."
A blaze of shooting stars fell around them and an incredulous smile spread across her face, "This is what dreams are made of." She said and she rested her head against his chest. Her smile softened and her eyes grew thoughtful. She twisted herself around so that they were face to face. He looked down at her, an amused smile on his face, "You, are what dreams are made of." Her lithe arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled his head down towards her, "At least, you are what my dreams are made of." Her lips touched his just as the last shooting star flew past them. With her eyes closed and the soft warmth of his lips on hers, she made a wish.
"I love you, Lily Evans."
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A/N: A self-reflection is good for Lily. Although I'm a little worried that it's inserted too late or too early or just not at the right spot. When I read it, it seems to throw everything off... what do you guys think?
Next chapter they will be 13/14/15 years old... so look forward to a long chapter . This also means that I won't be updating until next year. Until then!
Thank-you to those that reviewed: Rather, Regi, luvin'it.
