The Danger of Dreaming with HP
This story is set in the 4th book goblet of Fire
AU
Characters: Canon except Claire (not a Mary Sue, probably most like a self-insert except I'm not her)
Summary: Somebody dream is another one nightmare. The perfect stage for a fan dream. But soon she will realize that she is not the one dreaming and that can be dangerous. AU OC Time travel/Gray Harry no pairings
Author Notes: Obviously English is not my first language so I would appreciate your suggestions to improve
"Shhh… keep it low she is waking." Said an excited voice.
"Love it's me, its mom, you're fine, you're safe, we love you." the voice cracked a bit.
"We need you to open your eyes and talk to us, please baby make your best effort"
I opened my eyes, all hurt. I was barely able to keep them open.
Standing next to the bed was my mom smiling and sobbing, my dad was hugging her, my sisters stepped behind them. I couldn't turn my head.
"Mum… hurts" I said in a raspy voice.
My sisters cheered and embraced, my parents kissed, my mom knell to me petting my hair.
"It's ok that it hurts, you were in an awful accident. But now you are fine, and you'll be better with time" My hand tried to grasp hers
But I wasn't really paying attention, something was wrong in that white muggle hospital room…
My hand finally managed a weak grasp at my mom's hand, and I felt horrified.
I felt the pain and her comforting touch. But I didn't command it to do it.
My body tried to speak again.
"shhh… take it easy baby said my dad. We will have a lot of time to speak later"
My body guttered an affirmative sound, I wanted to scream, to move my hands but It was useless, in my panic, I felt myself jolt.
I closed my eyes, but I didn't find darkness, there was a lot of light. I was lying in a white sheet bed, I could move my hands at my own will, I had a slight headache but nothing like the pain just seconds before.
Where was my family? I began to search for them frantically with my eyes, my body felt full of lead.
I still was afraid, my heart pounded, I was having a panic attack, of that I was sure.
I found at the left hand of my bed a young blond boy. I tried to ask him for my family, but I only got out a grunt. Luckily that was enough for him to notice that I was awake.
He spoke, I couldn't focus on listening him, my eyes kept looking to the curtains, I needed to see them.
I tried to speak again, it hurt but I managed "my family"
"Yes" he said "it's a shame that they are dead"
Now he had all my attention, I looked deeply to his eyes trying to read the lie in his soul. I don't know how I knew, but he was telling the truth.
"No"
I denied desperately with raspy voice, the curtains opened, it wasn't them, my mom wouldn't leave my side that long except if she couldn't be here.
They were dead!
I screamed in despair, my eyes filled with shiny tears, I felt something inside of me snap like when you are going to puke, and I knew no more.
Complete darkness, the blasting of a horn, a sudden bright white light and a jolt…
I jumped awake. It was quickly becoming old to wake up like this.
The last time I woke up to something different I almost killed of fright Malfoy and destroyed half the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had to stupefy me.
The next time I waked up after that, she feed me, gave me a lot of potions, a calming draught in those and explained to me what had happened to me.
She told me that that day after the potions incident 3 days ago I fell down the two flights of stairs after getting stuck in the vanishing step. The first one to manage it, dubious honor.
Our Hogwarts champion Cassius Warrington found me at the bottom, he called, "well more like screamed" for help and a group of Hufflepuffs that heard him called her.
The Hufflepuffs were now completely enamored of Cassius for his cavalry. It seems that in the right mood Madame Pomfrey was a gossip.
When she arrived, I had a broken ankle, leg and arm, a lot of bruises and a big concussion. She told me that I should be grateful, I could have broken my neck. The physical damage was quickly fixed but my head injury had to be carefully monitored.
I had awoken a couple of times, being the most memorable the one with Malfoy. He had been here a couple of times before and had the bad luck of being here after a nightmare and of course with his big mouth he startled me.
Madame Pomfrey with a lot of tact informed me that she performed a series of exams and determined that I couldn't remember before my third day of Hogwarts. I was ok with that, I didn't remember her doing the exams and I was relieved that I wasn't declared demented for being a muggle in disguise, and that gave me an excuse for my lack of personal knowledge.
She explained me that because of the shock of being told by Malfoy that my family was dead I also had an extreme burst of accidental magic that left me exhausted.
She asked me if I could remember that, I said no. Nothing happened this time, I wasn't confused and afraid, this was dreamland and she was talking of my dream parents no my real ones. She kept talking and was positive that I would regain my memories with time.
The truth, I was more interested in knowing why I was back from the real world, and how I could go back again. I was sure in my bones that that hasn't been a dream. For a few minutes I had been in home, even if I couldn't control my body.
That's how my time in the infirmary began. I had restricted visits, just teachers. It really didn't matter just Neville and Hermione had come to ask for me.
By the sixth day I received a letter of Lady Malfoy in behalf of his son, a proper pureblood custom, apologizing por Draco ghastly lack of manners and being that he couldn't write himself, a boy couldn't write directly to a girl, she asked me to please forgive his behavior and remain as friendly acquaintances.
I Laughed so much. I was stuck in a Jane Austen method of conversation, letters, beautiful calligraphy and proper words.
In my nicest, not really nice calligraphy I thanked her and beg her to express to his son my intention of still being his friend.
That four lines took me hours, not only for the writing but because I remembered his ways of treating me. I still felt mad at him and his stupid prejudice, but I decided against making a stand.
In real life I would have expressed my displeasure probably in a not really polite way, I always tried to don't let anyone walk over me.
But this was dreamland and I wasn't planning to make strong friendships, I wasn't planning to stay at all, so I let it go. It was the easiest and it let me focus of finding answers in how to return home.
Draco didn't try to visit but I kept receiving Lady Malfoy letters. I explained to her my amnesia to avoid her prying questions.
Lady Malfoy took in her hands the job of unearth my past, and in no time, I learned a lot of interesting facts about my dream persona
Her parents were wizards, they have been from Hufflepuff and made a living of herbology, that's why they lived in a remote place.
She was an only child and have been an orphan since her 7 years. Her parents were killed in an unfortunate accident, an error of a worker had resulted in a mix of plants that poison them.
There were no more records of her, only that she went to the public muggle school in the small town near the house. It was believed that she was taken care by an elf.
4 years ago, it was presented to the Wizengamot a complaint against a remedy that her parents had sold. There was no defense and of course the applicant win, what a pathetic legal system. The house, the elf and the other remaining properties were lost.
In the records a third cousin a known hermit took custody of her, nobody checked if it was true. No Hogwarts letter had her name at 11.
Lady Malfoy thought that she was out of the country, at 12 her cousin died, and she became a ward of an old charity of the Black's.
It was a sponsorship of a sort but without a head of house the system was practically abandoned, it was administered by a shady attorney called Janus Ramking. He was the one that brought her back to England and enrolled her to Hogwarts.
The sponsorship also entailed a small stipend to buy her school things. And for the look of her finances it was small, money was beginning to be a trouble and it was worrying, because even if her real family wasn't rich se never wanted anything that they couldn't afford. Now she was worried for school necessities like parchment, quills and ink.
What an awful live, it was Dickensian, thank God it was just a dream.
Thankfully this was my last night in the infirmary, tomorrow is the first task. I was excited to end my boring routine of doing homework, reading and writing to lady Malfoy in the day.
The nights were not a better routine, between sleeping, getting awake of what I think was the car accident that brought me to dreamland and trying to calm myself to go back to sleep.
I heard the door crack it was late night Madame Pomfrey light was out, I feigned sleep.
Who may want to come to the infirmary at this hour?
I heard someone coming close to my bed I stayed still.
There was no movement I thought that the intruder was gone when I felt a hand tenderly brush away the hair from my brow.
"I wanted to come before but I was ashamed, even Malfoy came earlier than me it was a real scandal how he was reprimanded by madam Pomfrey" it was Harry, speaking in whispers in a strange tone of voice.
I made a great effort to stay still.
"I know you are under a lot of potions and that you wouldn't be able to wake up, it's sad but this is the only way that I could be brave enough to come, what a Gryffindor" he said in a self-deprecating tone.
"I know that you think I hate you but is not like that I just want to keep you safe" he shuffled in his place
"But you are stubborn and no matter how much I try, you keep talking to dangerous people. Malfoy is not a good he just talks to you to make me mad, he will hurt you" he said in clear frustration.
I thought that he had finished, so nice of him berating me while I'm sleeping.
"I heard that you lost your memory, I'm sorry I know how important those few memories of your parents were for you" He sighed.
"But I'm also glad… Now you can have a normal life. You don't have to carry this burden. I have found another traveler now there's only one missing. I promise you that we will do our best, we will use this chance, and all be better"
He ended his monolog passionately, he quickly kissed my brow I heard him almost run to the door.
My mind was working a thousand miles a minute.
I knew it!
This wasn't a normal dream, something weird was happening. I have ended here by mistake a stupid car accident, but I must go back home.
The question is how? And more important how in a safe way. I didn't want to end dead.
To achieve my goal, I needed to perform some experiments, sleeping potions may work, but it was impossible without money, so step 1 of going back home plan was capitalize me.
I needed to sleep, tomorrow was the first task if I looked tired Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me out.
And I needed to be out, home was waiting for me.
Author notes:
What's Harry talking about?
Why is Claire in dreamland?
What do you think?
I'm super exited, the truth is that if I could I would jump to Harry's point of view but there are plot lines that need to be presented before that. I think two or three more chapters of Claire's point of view.
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