For Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Assignment 11, Thaumatology Task Two: write about more than one person having the same dream.
435 words without A/N.
It began with darkness. Daphne had never liked the dark; you could never quite be sure what was lurking in it. Was there a monster or a madman hidden in the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike?
There was someone there, she could sense it. Someone standing beside her in the darkness, someone waiting for her to open her eyes and see. But she was afraid, a coward, unable to face whoever it was.
And slowly, slowly, the darkness began to recede, a glimmer of light appearing on the horizon and spreading faster than the sunrise should until she could see her surroundings: she was on top of a heath, sandy paths and heather stretching out down the hill all around.
The wind suddenly began to blow, whipping her long blonde hair back and forth, and she wondered vaguely why it wasn't braided. She always braided her hair. Maybe this wasn't real. It couldn't be real. This wasn't how the real world worked.
She felt a soft touch on her hand: the person next to her was still there, she just wouldn't turn and face them. They were holding her hand, and she didn't know who they were because she was afraid to find out.
And then the moment was gone, the light had vanished. The wind was still howling and her hand was still held tightly, but she couldn't see.
It began with darkness. Theo quite liked the dark; it was a place where anything could happen, where the unknown monsters could help you forget the ones you knew about, the human ones. They were far more dangerous than anything his imagination could dream up.
There was someone there, he could sense it. Someone standing beside him in the darkness, waiting for him to look at them. But he couldn't, or wouldn't, because something was stopping him. He didn't want to answer the question of who was standing next to him.
The darkness slipped back like a blanket being removed, revealing a cold, windswept hilltop with battered heather clinging desperately to the sandy ground. Theo felt the wind messing with his hair; it was longer than it should have been, he'd cut it recently.
Everything suddenly felt very unreal, very superficial, as if what was really happening was something altogether different from what he could see. Slowly, he reached out to the person beside him until he felt the soft touch of their hands brushing against each other.
And still, neither could look at the other, even as they tightened their grips on each other's hands, even as everything began to fade away.