Authors Notes:
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Enjoy!
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Draco woke in his field again, the grass still long, but the trees had disappeared. His head felt heavy, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep. He stood up and looked around. The sky was a light purple, with traces of blue clouds. Concentrate on Hermione, draw her in... Draco remembered himself and tried to fill his mind with thoughts of Hermione. It wasn't easy, he was still full of anger for Liam, but memories of the night before started to flood his mind. Her arms, around his neck, her hands all over his chest... Draco turned around and she was walking towards him. The long grass was nearly up to her waist. Her hair was sleek again...her beautiful dreaming state.
"Are you...awake?" Draco asked as she came towards him.
"Yes, look, about last night...I want to explain something." she looked around, "Liam will be here soon."
"And you'll be gone." "I know but that won't mean..."
Liam appeared with a quiet pop. "Ah, there you are!" he said, still smiling. He walked towards Hermione and Draco, and then looked around. "No trees anymore Malfoy?"
Draco was about to tell Liam that he couldn't give two gallons about the fact that there wasn't any trees, when suddenly a dark, eerie, old tree came roaring out of the ground close by. It was easily twenty feet tall when it stopped growing. Liam looked stunned, and he was about to say something when another, identical tree, came shooting out of the ground beside him. "These are the trees from my forest!" he cried, as a third came up behind him. Liam looked dizzy now, he was trying to concentrate, probably to summon his wand, but instead he swooned and fell onto his knees. A fourth, fifth, and sixth tree came flying out from the ground below. The ground was shaking now with the eruptions of trees, Hermione let out a cry of shock. Draco himself was feeling quite sick, as if someone was drawing out his blood.
"What's going on?"
"They're from his dreams." Draco said, grabbing Hermione's hand and leading her quickly out of the way of another tree. "He said to me that he only dreams of a dark forest. His mind is creating this."
She looked at him and saw his face growing paler than usual. "Are you okay?"
"I don't think we can both be here, before, I was getting a headache..." Draco coughed, clutching at his head which was starting to really throb. "I didn't think much of it. But his mind is trying to change the world around us..."
"But he can't, it's you world!" "Exactly." "Oh...!"
Draco looked over as Hermione pointed to the sky, which was a frantic swirl of different colors. Liam's dark black fought with the purple of Draco's mind. The sun was in the sky, and although Draco didn't feel it anymore, it was apparent that Liam did. The sun seemed to tremble, Liam wasn't used to it; it was always night in his mind. A wind picked up as trees kept coming out of the ground all around them. Hermione cried out and clutched at Draco, who put his arms around her.
"We've got to get you out of here." he told her. "You've got to go back to sleep."
She looked at him, her eyes gentle but fear was still in them. She looked down and nodded. "Did you catch the spell he did? The sleeping one?" Draco said, trying to make his wand appear. It popped into his hand. "Reverielle." she stammered. "Are you going to be able to do it?" "If Latchbolt can do it, so can I." He stopped, realizing; she was going to be asleep, gone from him once again. He didn't want that. Behind them Liam let out a cry. They turned back and saw him, struggling to stay upright, his eyes scrunched up in pain.
"We've got to help him." Hermione said, trying to make her way through the now thick forest of trees. Draco was after her, and just as she reached Liam, he caught her by the hand. "You've got to go to sleep." he said firmly. But why, why does she have to leave? Draco felt a nervous thought run through his mind. Hermione was going to forget all about what had happened; she was going to become just a ghost, a sleeping ghost in his dreams again. He didn't want to let her go. He looked at her and he knew that his thoughts were painted all over his face. "I'm not going to forget." she said. "You've got to help Liam. Now." She stood still, looking at him. "Go on."
Draco raised his wand. He looked on her, awake and there with him, one last time. Then he closed his eyes, concentrated and cried, "Reverielle!" A bright purple light shot out of his wand and hit Hermione. She seemed to turn a ghostly white in front of Draco's eyes. She blinked and Draco looked at her closely. She was asleep. The sleeping Hermione walked close to Draco, her eyes blank, but shining. She grasped his wrist, his wand still pointing at her. He watched her, entranced. She came right up close and kissed him before he could do anything about it. Her lips were cold now, and there was no feeling in her touch. Draco pulled away, "Hermione..." But she wouldn't answer; she simply walked away, wandering over to Liam.
Liam! Draco suddenly came to his senses and walked over to Liam, who was still on his knees, swaying with pain. The sky was still swirling, the trees had stopped for now, but their damage had been done, both boys were lost in a never ending dark forest.
Draco looked down on Liam. This was the wonderful Liam Latchbolt, seeker, healer, boyfriend and Alucinor. Down on his knees and helpless! Draco felt a wave of supreme control rushing through him; Liam was at his mercy. He could do anything to him now. Draco grinned at the thought of Liam, unsmiling; in pain...Hermione's sleeping form stood behind Liam, looking down on him. Draco looked over to her, and she seemed to realize for she looked up and held his gaze.
We're the same...the thought came to Draco, a sickening guilt. We're both Alucinors, I've gone through this pain too...Liam struggled below Draco's wand; the world around them both rumbled, it started to rain. Draco was now starting to feel sick too, the sky was growing darker; he clutched at his stomach which lurched uneasily. If he was going to put Liam back to sleep, he would have to do it soon, before he himself was immobile. Rain fell down his face, his hair was wet, and his clothes were starting to become soaked. He looked down on Liam, wet and struggling...soon he wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and what would happen then? Draco raised his wand, the ground shook, dark finally overtook day and the rain seemed to be bullets of water, pounding down around them. Liam's face turned up towards Draco, his eyes wet with rain and tears, pain written all over him. His black hair was pressed against his face, his teeth bared; Liam was dying. Then, just as Liam's eyes started to roll back towards the sky, Draco cried aloud, his voice breaking from his own pain, a purple bolt of light issuing forth, striking Liam down. Thunder cracked and Liam fell back. He was asleep. Draco sighed, clutching his chest; he was now the one on his knees. The world pressed down, the rain fell, and then as Draco raised his head to look at Liam, the other boy disappeared.
Hermione walked towards him. Draco raised his wet face to her, so ethereal, like a glittering shadow of herself. She knelt down to him and he felt his heart skip a beat as she touched his face. He stretched out a hand to touch her, to feel her there with him, but as he did, she seemed to fade away. In a moment she was completely gone. Draco was alone now, with rain falling, in the dark, in his dreams.
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Enjoy!
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Draco woke in his field again, the grass still long, but the trees had disappeared. His head felt heavy, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep. He stood up and looked around. The sky was a light purple, with traces of blue clouds. Concentrate on Hermione, draw her in... Draco remembered himself and tried to fill his mind with thoughts of Hermione. It wasn't easy, he was still full of anger for Liam, but memories of the night before started to flood his mind. Her arms, around his neck, her hands all over his chest... Draco turned around and she was walking towards him. The long grass was nearly up to her waist. Her hair was sleek again...her beautiful dreaming state.
"Are you...awake?" Draco asked as she came towards him.
"Yes, look, about last night...I want to explain something." she looked around, "Liam will be here soon."
"And you'll be gone." "I know but that won't mean..."
Liam appeared with a quiet pop. "Ah, there you are!" he said, still smiling. He walked towards Hermione and Draco, and then looked around. "No trees anymore Malfoy?"
Draco was about to tell Liam that he couldn't give two gallons about the fact that there wasn't any trees, when suddenly a dark, eerie, old tree came roaring out of the ground close by. It was easily twenty feet tall when it stopped growing. Liam looked stunned, and he was about to say something when another, identical tree, came shooting out of the ground beside him. "These are the trees from my forest!" he cried, as a third came up behind him. Liam looked dizzy now, he was trying to concentrate, probably to summon his wand, but instead he swooned and fell onto his knees. A fourth, fifth, and sixth tree came flying out from the ground below. The ground was shaking now with the eruptions of trees, Hermione let out a cry of shock. Draco himself was feeling quite sick, as if someone was drawing out his blood.
"What's going on?"
"They're from his dreams." Draco said, grabbing Hermione's hand and leading her quickly out of the way of another tree. "He said to me that he only dreams of a dark forest. His mind is creating this."
She looked at him and saw his face growing paler than usual. "Are you okay?"
"I don't think we can both be here, before, I was getting a headache..." Draco coughed, clutching at his head which was starting to really throb. "I didn't think much of it. But his mind is trying to change the world around us..."
"But he can't, it's you world!" "Exactly." "Oh...!"
Draco looked over as Hermione pointed to the sky, which was a frantic swirl of different colors. Liam's dark black fought with the purple of Draco's mind. The sun was in the sky, and although Draco didn't feel it anymore, it was apparent that Liam did. The sun seemed to tremble, Liam wasn't used to it; it was always night in his mind. A wind picked up as trees kept coming out of the ground all around them. Hermione cried out and clutched at Draco, who put his arms around her.
"We've got to get you out of here." he told her. "You've got to go back to sleep."
She looked at him, her eyes gentle but fear was still in them. She looked down and nodded. "Did you catch the spell he did? The sleeping one?" Draco said, trying to make his wand appear. It popped into his hand. "Reverielle." she stammered. "Are you going to be able to do it?" "If Latchbolt can do it, so can I." He stopped, realizing; she was going to be asleep, gone from him once again. He didn't want that. Behind them Liam let out a cry. They turned back and saw him, struggling to stay upright, his eyes scrunched up in pain.
"We've got to help him." Hermione said, trying to make her way through the now thick forest of trees. Draco was after her, and just as she reached Liam, he caught her by the hand. "You've got to go to sleep." he said firmly. But why, why does she have to leave? Draco felt a nervous thought run through his mind. Hermione was going to forget all about what had happened; she was going to become just a ghost, a sleeping ghost in his dreams again. He didn't want to let her go. He looked at her and he knew that his thoughts were painted all over his face. "I'm not going to forget." she said. "You've got to help Liam. Now." She stood still, looking at him. "Go on."
Draco raised his wand. He looked on her, awake and there with him, one last time. Then he closed his eyes, concentrated and cried, "Reverielle!" A bright purple light shot out of his wand and hit Hermione. She seemed to turn a ghostly white in front of Draco's eyes. She blinked and Draco looked at her closely. She was asleep. The sleeping Hermione walked close to Draco, her eyes blank, but shining. She grasped his wrist, his wand still pointing at her. He watched her, entranced. She came right up close and kissed him before he could do anything about it. Her lips were cold now, and there was no feeling in her touch. Draco pulled away, "Hermione..." But she wouldn't answer; she simply walked away, wandering over to Liam.
Liam! Draco suddenly came to his senses and walked over to Liam, who was still on his knees, swaying with pain. The sky was still swirling, the trees had stopped for now, but their damage had been done, both boys were lost in a never ending dark forest.
Draco looked down on Liam. This was the wonderful Liam Latchbolt, seeker, healer, boyfriend and Alucinor. Down on his knees and helpless! Draco felt a wave of supreme control rushing through him; Liam was at his mercy. He could do anything to him now. Draco grinned at the thought of Liam, unsmiling; in pain...Hermione's sleeping form stood behind Liam, looking down on him. Draco looked over to her, and she seemed to realize for she looked up and held his gaze.
We're the same...the thought came to Draco, a sickening guilt. We're both Alucinors, I've gone through this pain too...Liam struggled below Draco's wand; the world around them both rumbled, it started to rain. Draco was now starting to feel sick too, the sky was growing darker; he clutched at his stomach which lurched uneasily. If he was going to put Liam back to sleep, he would have to do it soon, before he himself was immobile. Rain fell down his face, his hair was wet, and his clothes were starting to become soaked. He looked down on Liam, wet and struggling...soon he wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and what would happen then? Draco raised his wand, the ground shook, dark finally overtook day and the rain seemed to be bullets of water, pounding down around them. Liam's face turned up towards Draco, his eyes wet with rain and tears, pain written all over him. His black hair was pressed against his face, his teeth bared; Liam was dying. Then, just as Liam's eyes started to roll back towards the sky, Draco cried aloud, his voice breaking from his own pain, a purple bolt of light issuing forth, striking Liam down. Thunder cracked and Liam fell back. He was asleep. Draco sighed, clutching his chest; he was now the one on his knees. The world pressed down, the rain fell, and then as Draco raised his head to look at Liam, the other boy disappeared.
Hermione walked towards him. Draco raised his wet face to her, so ethereal, like a glittering shadow of herself. She knelt down to him and he felt his heart skip a beat as she touched his face. He stretched out a hand to touch her, to feel her there with him, but as he did, she seemed to fade away. In a moment she was completely gone. Draco was alone now, with rain falling, in the dark, in his dreams.
