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Chapter 1
Alexander Pryme slowly wiped the tears trailing down his pale cheek. He was hidden away from the prying eyes of the teachers, students, and paintings of Hogwarts. His life was a mess. It always had been. Growing up in an orphanage sucked! The other kids were merciless in that fucking hell hole. He had to protect everything he owned, or it would be stolen. He had to protect himself, or he'd catch a beating from one of the bigger boys. It was after one brutal beating when he was only six years old that his life changed.
It didn't change for the better, at least not exactly. A knot the size of an egg formed on the side of his head. His vision was extremely blurry and his head was spinning. Alex's head was severely hurting when he had finally passed out. It was late at night, and everyone had already fallen asleep. While unconscious, he realized that he could think and act for himself! It was an amazing experience! He walked around the room and took in everything there was to see. The dream world was strange! The colors around him were muted. Reds didn't look as red. Blues didn't look as blue, and so on. He threw open the doors to the orphanage and ran outside. He screamed and yelled and danced in the near colorless moonlight. Not needing to sneak for once, he slipped into the kitchen and stole a piece of pie that the students weren't allowed to eat. He took a big bite. He immediately wish he hadn't. He spat it out! It tasted like rot! He tossed it back on the table and went to wash his mouth out in the sink. He spat that out as well. That was the first lesson he learned. Never eat anything in Dreamland.
Wiping his tongue on his sleeve, he made his way back to the dormitory. That was when he noticed the other kids. They weren't moving. He walked up to one boy and poked him on the shoulder with a finger. Nothing. Then he noticed his eyes. Everyone was sleeping with their eyes open. 'Weird,' he thought. They swirled in colors of black and purple. These were the only colors that weren't muted! They were beautiful! The two colors danced together and mixed with one another before splitting apart, back into separate colors. Wanting to get a closer look, he leaned in. Alex yelled out in panic as he felt like he was suddenly falling! Down he twirled until finally landing on his feet as if nothing had just happened! Breathing heavy, he looked around. The boy he fell into, Danny was his name, was playing baseball on the New York Yankees! He was the star pitcher, and the massive crowd was cheering wildly for him. Alex suddenly realized that he was in his dream! The weird thing was that the boys dream was very detailed, much more so than an actual dream. Alex had had plenty of dreams in his short life. They were almost always scattered and choppy and undetailed. A lot of times, they didn't even make much sense. But Danny's was crystal clear. He doubted Danny would remember it that way though. Being the excited boy that he was, he ran up and grabbed the baseball bat from the opposing hitter. He got into position and held the bat at the ready. Danny nodding at the catcher's signal, he wound up and tossed a fastball right down home plate. Alex crushed it! The loud crack silenced the crowd as the ball left his bat and flew straight into the bleachers dead center field. Alex whooped and punched the air as he rounded the bases! Once stepping on home plate, he turned to Danny. The boy was on his knees crying, and everyone in the crowd was looking at him! Suddenly he didn't want to be in there anymore. With just a thought, Alex was back in Dreamland. Shaking his head at the strange occurrence, he decided that he would learn more before trying that again.
That was until he spotted his assailant. The boy was a mouth breather twice the size as him. He was the type of boy to grow up into a piece of shit criminal and likely spend most of his life locked up. This kid had tormented Alex for the last few years. Alex was pissed. Walking up to the boy, Alex punched him in the face. He didn't move. He punched him again. Then again, Then again. He punched him until the boy's face was a bloody mess! Then he dove into the boys mind. He was dreaming about fixing his dream car. Alex grabbed a hammer off the garage wall and walked up to the '69 Mustang with its hood up and smashed the front windshield!
"Hey stop!" the boy yelled. Alex didn't listen. The hammer struck the classic car over and over. Dents and breaks formed all over the car, all the while the boy begged and pleaded for him to stop. Finally, when the car was nothing but a torn up wreck, Alex jumped out of his dream. Entering Dreamland this time was a bit of a jolt!
The walls were shaking, and he could hear voices in the distance yelling for someone to wake up. Dreamland disappeared as Alex became conscious once again.
"What's wrong with him?!" one of the adults who worked at the orphanage yelled out. Looking over, he could see them shaking him, trying to wake him up. The boy was yelling out in horror, he face beaten to a bloody pulp! Alex's eyes widened. He looked down at his hands. Nothing! That relieved him greatly. What didn't relieve him was the sudden guilt he felt. He knew that he shouldn't feel guilty. The boy was a sociopath. There was nothing good about him, but the guilt persisted. Burying it deep in his young mind, Alex went back to bed for a not so restful sleep.
The next day he found out that the boy had been taken to a mental hospital for a week long evaluation. Alex didn't say anything, not wanting to incriminate himself. Besides, who would believe him? No one, that's who. Normal people didn't have these strange powers. Was he the only strange person in the whole entire world? Maybe. He didn't have anyway of finding out. One thing he did notice was Danny. Since his little trip into his dream, Danny had seemed much more depressed than normal. Danny was usually a pretty happy go lucky kind of guy. Now it looked like his hopes and dreams were crushed. Did that have anything to do with his dream hopping? Alex thought that it probably was. That added to the guilt. He learned his second lesson about Dreamland. Actions had consequences. Thankfully, Danny seemed to snap out of it a few weeks later.
From then on, he made sure to never make any major changes while sleeping. He did his best to tweak a few things though. He made the adults nicer to him. He made the few bullies scared of messing with him, but not much else. He just wanted a nice easy life.
That was how his life went for the next four and a half years until a stern looking older woman came to the orphanage looking for him. What she could want with him he didn't know.
"Alex? This is Professor McGonagall. She works at a private school that you've been signed up to since birth," she said, indicating that he should sit down, which he did.
"Minerva, this is Alexander Pryme."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Pryme," she smiled and nodded.
"You as well Professor," he responded. He was just about to ask a question when she cut him off.
"I'm sure that you have about a million questions, but why don't we go talk in private. Julia here has offered up her office to use for our meeting."
Alex nodded and followed her to the empty office. "Now before you start asking questions, let me ask one of my own. Have you ever noticed anything strange happening around you? Things that you cause that have no explanation?"
Alex's eyes widened. His cheeks pinked as he stopped himself from telling her. He certainly didn't want to tell her about the dream stuff. Other strange things happened to him as well. Once time he fell out of a tree and actually bounced! Like a rubber ball! He bounced five or six times before coming to a stop. Another time, he was at a thrift store and he found a shirt that he really liked, but it was orange. He didn't like orange. He was really bummed out when suddenly it turned blue! Like magic! These strange things happened on occasion. In fact, they happened so often that it had become normal to him.
Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded, "Yes I can see that you know what I'm talking about. Well here is the answer to that question." She pulled out a wooden stick and waved it at the desk. Out of nowhere, a tea cup turned into an actually cat! They walked around and purred and everything! It was amazing! Waving her stick, it turned back into a tea cup.
"What was that?!" Alex blurted out excitedly. The Professor just chuckled.
"That my dear lad is magic. You and I are magical. The school you are about to attend is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she smiled, never getting tired of seeing the amazement in young children's eyes.
Dream Weaver
The trip to Diagon Alley was an eye opening experience. Turned out that he was from a Pureblood family that was nearly extinct. He was the last left. Even when they were alive, they weren't exactly members of high society. His mother and father had gotten themselves killed in the war with this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named fellow. Kind of a silly name if you asked him. The only thing he had of theirs was their Gringotts vault and a small flat that was completely paid for in the far corner of the alley. The vault wasn't overflowing. Based on what he spent on his school supplies, he calculated that he had enough to pay for the rest of school and maybe a few years after. He would find a job after school of course, but it was nice to know that he had a bit of a buffer. The flat he had inherited was wicked in his opinion! It wasn't big, being only two rooms, but it was his, and he wouldn't have to live at the orphanage any more! He could stay in the magical world!
Alex spent the rest of summer studying his school books and learning everything there was to know. He didn't want to enter Hogwarts at a disadvantage.
"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled a few weeks later, and Alex scampered over to his new house table with the rest of the students.
Making friends wasn't easy in Ravenclaw. Most students were very serious about their study habits. He did make one friend though. A boy named Jeremy Liddle who for some reason, always kept a bezoar in his pocket. 'Strange fella,' Alex thought to himself.
The whole school was talking about the arrival of the Girl-Who-Lived, Roslyn Potter. Alex had heard about the Potter girl from Jeremy. It was just as sad as his own story, and yet no one gave a crap about him. He had learned a long time ago that life wasn't fair. Roslyn Potter was quite pretty for a first year. She had long, messy black hair and a heart shaped face. She had big, beautiful green eyes that were the color of emeralds reflecting sunlight. Her forehead was marred by a lightning bolt scar that was mostly hidden by her hair. Her beauty was only skin deep though. He quickly learned that she was quite full of herself and loved the attention. He'd heard people talking and saying that growing up famous had turned her that way. It was likely true in his opinion. In the end, it didn't really matter. He wasn't likely to be friends with her anytime soon.
His first year ended much in the same fashion, near friendless with only his books to keep him company. He did go see Madam Pomphrey for some headaches he'd been having. Ever since the day he'd been attacked and was granted special abilities, he'd have headaches off and on. It was just something he had to deal with apparently. The school healer couldn't do anything except give him a pain potion when it got too bad. It was better than nothing. At the end of the term, he'd heard strange rumors of Professor Quirrell suddenly disappearing. Then Roslyn was awarded a bunch of points for services to the school or something.
His second year wasn't much better. He tried to make more friends, but it was difficult to make them outside of your own House. You'd never have time to hang out and have fun. Due to boredom, he really started exploring what he could do with the Dreamland. Later that night, he drifted off and immediately woke up to the muted tones of the dream world. Exploring the castle was simple, no door was locked to him. He knew that an hour in here was equal to an hour in the real world. He also had figured out a while back that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stay in there indefinitely. After eight hours, he would instantly wake up in the real world. Thankfully, when he woke, he was fully rested and felt refreshed.
He'd been exploring the castle for the last year, so he knew where pretty much everything was. As he left his room, he noticed a girl asleep on the couch with a book lying in her lap. A closer look told him that it was Penelope Clearwater. Penelope was a newly badged Prefect in her fifth year. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was fairly pretty. She was a pleasant sort of girl who mostly kept to herself, though there were rumors that she was dating someone in another House. Curious as to what a girl like her would dream about, he effortlessly slipped into her dreams. As soon as he entered, his face blushed red. Penelope was lying in a large bed completely nude. Some faceless no name guy was doing stuff to her body, making her moan. Alex went up there and banished the guy away. That was something he figured out as well. He could banish anyone that wasn't the dreamer. Immediately Penelope stopped moaning. She looked at him, not speaking, just lying there with her smooth legs parted. Alex, who had recently started noticing girls, stared unashamedly at the area between her thighs. Seemingly unable to control himself, his hand slipped up her thigh and cupped her hot, wet vagina. Her moaning started up again. Not knowing what to do, he just followed his instinct. He rubbed up and down her moist slit until he accidentally brushed a little knot at the top of her crevice. Her body jerked, He rubbed that area again. Her moans increased. Her silky thighs closed around his hand as her hips rocked as she grabbed his forearm, pulling it closer. He could see the desperation and lust in her big, beautiful eyes. Her breathing got louder as her face got redder. "Yes yes yes!" she moaned, rubbing herself against his hand. Penelope's body started shaking wildly, her lovely breasts jiggling as an orgasm rocked her teenage body. With a high pitched squeak she flopped back on the bed and opened her legs, letting his hand go. Looking down at his wet hand, Alex pulled back in a panic. Quickly leaving her dream, he ran back into his dorm room.
"What the hell did I just do?!" he asked himself. Sure he was starved for attention. His friendship with Jeremy was casual at best. They really didn't spend a whole lot of time together. That didn't excuse his behavior! 'It wasn't even in the real world,' he told himself. 'It's like it never happened. You'll never get caught!' Those voices in his head had been around for quite awhile. They always tried to egg him on. Shaking his head, he steeled himself and went exploring like he had originally planned.
The following morning Alex was amazed to find that Penelope said hi to him! Her cheeks were a little pink so he guessed that she remembered a bit of her dream. He really had to clamp down on those voices telling him that he could have all the friends he wanted if he just cheated a bit.
He was able to keep the voices at bay for the rest of the year. It had been a pretty bad year, with monsters and petrifications, and no one to talk to. Hopefully his third year would be better.
It wasn't. Just more of the same. Alex was beginning to feel like a junkie trying to go sober. All he wanted to do was to use his powers and make someone like him, or even just talk to him. He held strong though, only slipping a few times. Recently, he had been sneaking in on Roslyn and watching her dreams. The temptation to mess with her mind was powerful. He knew he was developing a crush on the famous girl. In the last few years, she had really blossomed. Her body was going from stick figure to shapely beauty every week it seemed. Her breasts were getting bigger and her hips widening. Her face was always beautiful. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about her. She wasn't nice. He had overheard her talking about people behind their backs. The things she said were horrible. He didn't know how such vehemence could come out of such a young, pretty girl.
Slipping back into her dorm, he dove in to her swirling black and purple pools. Roslyn was walking through what appeared to be a very large clothes shop. The shop was bigger than he'd ever seen, probably bigger than anything in real life. This kind of thing happened during dreams. Sometimes things like size and quantity got exaggerated. She was giddy, dancing from rack to rack, grabbing every lovely outfit she could get her hands on. Alex watched her perversely as she went into a changing room and started stripping. She of course didn't stop him from joining her inside. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Slowly her top was pulled over her head, letting her hair fall back down in a cascade of long, thick locks. His eyes were glued to her budding chest. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Dropping her arms, she let the lacy fabric fall to the ground where it disappeared. Her body was incredible! Her thirteen year old breasts were small and perky, and topped with hard nipples a few shades darker than her lovely skin. Roslyn looked down and grabbed a hold of her breasts. She lifted them up and juggled them a few times, as if to test out how big they were. With a sigh, she let them drop. Alex was fascinated by how they kept jiggling for a second or so.
Her hands dropped down to the front of her black jeans. She undid the button and pulled the zipper down. Roslyn hooked her thumbs in the band of her jeans at the waist and pushed them down as she did the sexiest shimmy known to man! Her burgeoning hips danced as the denim slid down her milky thighs and over her shapely calves before she stepped out of them. Alex was dying to reach out and run his hands down her silky legs, but he controlled himself. He clenched his fists tight when her silk panties pooled at her ankles and she kicked them off. Her pussy was beautiful he decided. Her mound was covered in a fine layer of hair that he desperately wanted to touch. He couldn't see what was further below, because she was standing up, sorting through her chosen clothing. She grabbed a skirt and stepped into it as she bent over, exposing her plump behind to his eyes. She slid it up until it covered her lower half almost completely. Next she pulled on a white shirt and buttoned it up, hiding her cute breasts from his gaze. Feeling that he had spied on her enough for one night, he left her dream and went on with his night.
He really didn't know what was wrong with him. The voices were getting louder. He couldn't exactly remember when they started, but this year they began getting very persistent. Sex and blood is all they preached about. They promised such wonderful things, and yet Alex held strong. He didn't want to turn into that kind of person! He was good! But the honeyed words kept coming, and he hoped he could keep them at bay.
And keep them at bay he did for another year. His fourth year started with a surprise. The Triwizard Tournament was coming to Hogwarts! It was a very exciting time. He just wished he had someone to share it with. Not much happened in the beginning of the school year. Just business as usual, with the exception of the canceled Quidditch games. The arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons was quite the show, and he thought having foreign students at school was pretty cool.
The night of Halloween was when the Champion's names would be chosen. The Goblet of Fire was burning right in front of Headmaster Dumbledore. The three chosen were Cedric Diggory, a good looking boy from Hufflepuff, Victor Krum, a Quidditch superstar from Durmstrang, and Fleur Delacour, a French Veela from Beauxbatons. As the festivities came to a close, another name burst from the goblet, Roslyn Potter. The entire hall was shocked. Even the teachers were speechless. She was called up by the Headmaster and ushered into the back room.
Alex waited around to see what would happen, even after everyone started leaving. Finally Roslyn came out from the back room looking upset. Wanting to make her feel better, he walked up to her. He didn't know why he did this. He knew she didn't really want anything to do with him. "Hey Roslyn," Alex said shyly. "If you need any help with the tournament, I'll do anything I can," he tried to smile, but he was so nervous. Roslyn smiled back and his heart soared.
"If I need help, then I'll get it from better people than you Loser," she replied sweetly. Alex's face turned red with embarrassment. Especially since her friends walked up and started laughing. She walked off with them. He could hear them giggling.
"Looks like someone has a crush on our darling Rosie," one of her friends teased, still within earshot.
Roslyn snorted. "Like I would want anything to do with that pathetic trash pile! Nobody even likes that creepy git," They all laughed again and walked away. He couldn't do anything. He just watched them go. He felt his eyes start to water and he ran off.
He ran down the hall not watching where he was going. He was so upset and angry that he just wanted to be by himself. He turned the corner and slammed into something big and burly.
"Hey watch where you're going!" A big, older Slytherin student yelled as Alex tumbled to the floor. The Slytherin brushed off his robes and added, "Damn freak. Got his retched stink all over my freshly cleaned robes."
"Fuck you!" Alex yelled out, finally having had enough. He just wanted to be left alone.
"Fuck me?" the big guy asked menacingly. He walked right up to Alex who stepped back, scared. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about talking back to your betters."
Alex's head felt like it split apart as a big fist slammed into the side of his head that had been previously injured! "Aaaaah" he yelled out in pain, falling to the floor. He could vaguely see the Slytherin walking away laughing. The pain, it was too much! Alex grabbed his head, trying to keep it from coming apart. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
He didn't know how long it had been. His dream world felt raw and fractured. He slowly walked down the muted halls of Hogwarts. No one was there. It was then that he realized that he'd never been in Dreamland when everyone was awake. He took a long walk trying to calm down. He walked outside of the castle and noticed the sky. A portion was split open, looking angry and red. Suddenly the ground started shaking, and he knew he was being pulled from beyond.
Sitting up in his bed, he saw that he was in the infirmary. He touched the side of his head. It was bandaged and felt raw, damaged. The pain was still there, only now it was manageable at least.
"Ahh you're a wake Mr. Pryme," Madam Pomphrey came in from her office.
"Yes ma'am. How did I get here," Alex asked confused.
"Mr. Filch found you and called a Professor. They brought you in. So what exactly happened to put you in such a state?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alex blushed. "I was running down the hall and not paying attention. I think I hit my head on a corner or something," he lied.
"Very well," she said, not believing his lie. "Well you can go when you're ready."
Alex was ready. He got shakily to his feet and left the medical wing with a quick thank you. Soon he found an abandoned classroom and locked it as he went inside. There he cried for awhile, sick of the life he was living.
Now now. No need to cry.
Alex looked around and found no one.
I'm not out there silly. I'm in here.
Alex realized it was the voices, stronger than ever.
That's right. I'm here to make everything better.
You will? Alex asked desperately.
Of course I will. I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of.
For once, the greed and desperation burned brightly in Alex's eyes. He was sick of being nice! Nice never got him anything! He wanted everything promised to him by the voices, whispering in his ears for years on end.
Excellent. Now you must decide what you want first.
Alex smiled. There was no doubt.
"I want to make that bitch Roslyn Potter pay!"
