Disclaimer: I do not own "Harry Potter" or "Go! Princess Pretty Cure". All characters belong to J.K Rowling and Toei Animation, respectively. All I own is this story.
"Kill the spare!"
"There's no time to argue, Towa. Go!"
"Stop! Stop! Please just stop!"
It was a quiet, unassuming night in London, England. As the city laid down to rest, one of its residents was having a difficult time coping with the terrors the night brought to the forefront of his mind.
"Blood of the enemy, unwillingly taken."
"Scatter from this place! You aren't safe here!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save you! Just please, stop!"
A young teenage boy thrashed about wildly in his bed, trying in vain to release himself from the prison of the past his mind had trapped him in during his slumber.
"Take me back to my parents, please, Harry."
"Kanata, please be okay…"
"Please, not Harry! Not my baby!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO!" The boy cried out as he vaulted up from his bed. He clutched his heart through the fabric of his t-shirt, trying desperately to calm his breathing and regain some sense of calm. His raven hair was disheveled from the struggle, and his emerald eyes were now laden with tears as he sat in the dead of night, the light of the moon streaming in from the window in his bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place being his only company.
This was routine for 15-year-old Harry Potter: Boy-Who-Lived, Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, and, as of May of this year, Tri-Wizard Champion. It seemed that rest never came easily for the famous, especially when that fame always came at the cost of innocent lives through no fault of their own.
You see, for people like Harry, who either struggled to or were prevented from talking through their fears and traumas, such things usually manifest themselves in their subconscious, whether through self-sabotage, mistreatment of those around them, and, what Harry most often fell victim to, cryptic nightmares that forced the victim to replay their trauma over and over again.
Harry flopped back onto his mattress, exhausted from yet another bout of nightmares. "The second one in a row tonight. Seems like sleep is just not something that's happening tonight, then," he mused to himself as he stared up at the ceiling above. He stopped to listen to the sounds of the old house around him, hoping that no one else at Grimmauld Place was stirred awake by his violent night terrors. Luckily, it seemed that every other resident was still sound asleep.
With that concern put at ease, Harry turned his attention to the moon as it gleamed through his bedroom window, debating whether or not a third attempt at a decent night's rest was worth the trouble it was almost sure to bring.
Eventually, though, his body's tiredness won out against his anxieties, and he prayed a silent prayer as he felt himself slip out of the awake world once more.
"Please, just this once, let someone give me some peace in my dreams tonight."
Much to Harry's dismay, upon entering the world of dreams for the third time tonight, he opened his eyes to find himself tied to the tombstone in that godforsaken graveyard. He was there again. And as Voldemort rounded on Harry, scarlet red eyes full of demented glee, he raised his wand at a helpess, struggling Harry, letting one of his favorite spells leave his mouth for the first time in a decade, his built-up animosity towards the poor young boy being anything but held back.
"CRUCIO!"
"Please, not this again. I can't do this anymore," Harry thought in defeat as the sickly-red light soared from Voldemort's wand and across the graveyard, aimed straight for his heart. He scrunched his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable, torturous pain.
But then, the most peculiar thing occurred this night.
Just as the Dark Lord's curse was about to make contact with Harry, right before the agonizing pain was able to grab hold and overwhelm him, everything stopped. The freezing cold air of the graveyard gave way to an all-encompassing warmth. A comforting, bright magic surrounded Harry as he felt the rugged ropes binding him to the tombstone behind him being replaced by…an embrace. A gentle, but strong and comforting embrace. In disbelief, Harry opened his eyes to see his savior.
He pushed back slightly from the figure to get a better look at them. As his eyes trailed up, Harry met the gaze of a tall, ethereal woman. Her deep magenta eyes observed him curiously as he took in more of her appearance. Long, periwinkle hair in delicate braids swayed in the seemingly invisible breeze around her. She was clad in a white, flowing ball gown trimmed with brilliant patterns of golden lace and indigo ribbons. The hands now gently clasping his shoulders were covered by sparkling mint gloves which were soft to the touch. A large indigo bow was clasped to the bosom of her gown by a gleaming golden brooch. Atop her head sat a beautiful crown adorned with a single, brilliant amethyst surrounded by a pair of pure white angel's wings.
What seemed like an eternity passed before Harry was able to stammer out some semblance of a greeting to the woman before him.
"Uh-um, hello there?"
Silence was her response.
"Um, thank you. For saving me back there, I mean."
She smiled at him. Harry assumed that this was her saying 'You're welcome.'
He chuckled to himself as he slowly exited her embrace. "Not a woman of many words then? Uh, that's okay, I guess."
As he allowed himself to step away from the mysterious woman, he decided to look around at their immediate surroundings. In every direction he looked, he was met with a seemingly endless lavender sky. Clouds coasted gently as the stars surrounding them twinkled ever so softly. Below them was a white void which much resembled a cloud itself. As he took a few steps around the area, he giggled as he felt himself slightly bounce with every step. Small white feathers floated down gently from above the pair, creating a breathtaking scene before them that starkly contrasted the grim scenery of the graveyard the duo were swept from just moments before.
He sat on the plush ground, letting himself take in the beautiful sight as the realm's magic began to soothe his mind. A minute or two passed before he suddenly felt a presence behind him. Out of reflex, he whipped himself around, instinctively prepared to meet Voldemort hate-filled ruby-toned eyes. Upon realizing that it was just his new lady companion coming to accompany him on the ground beside him, he sighed in immense relief before breaking into laughter, the first genuine laugh he'd had that summer, it felt like.
The woman looked upon the raven-haired boy in surprise as he playfully hit her shoulder.
"Christ, woman! If you always sneak up on people like that, the last thing they'll think you're there to do is save them!" he jokingly scolded as he continued to laugh at her.
Her bewilderment sooned turned into amusement as Harry's laughing fit continued on. She smiled fondly as she watched the young boy's fear from just a few minutes prior fade away.
Once Harry came to, he met the woman's gaze once more.
"You know something? I think this is the best I've felt emotionally since the Triwizard Tournament, and I'm not even bloody awake for it."
He sighed wistfully as he returned his gaze to the lavender horizon, a small smile settling into his face as he let a falling feather float into his palm. He absentmindedly played with it as he continued his musings.
"But maybe this is when I most need some peace of mind. I'd like for my life problems to not follow me into my dreams every night, you know?"
The woman's silent, somewhat sad smile was plenty enough of a response for Harry. He honestly was just glad someone was open to listening to him ramble about the thoughts endlessly wracking his young mind.
They sat like that for what felt like a long while. What could've been minutes or hours passed as Harry and the woman enjoyed one another's company. He sighed gently as his eyes slowly began to droop and a yawn formed in his chest. In his sleepy state, he gladly complied with the woman's gentle coaxing for him to rest his head on her lap. He let his eyelids flutter and shut as he felt a hand gently stroking through his unruly hair. As the world slowly began fading once more, Harry whispered two simple words to his newest friend.
"Thank you."
