chapter 9.
Lily and James spent the majority of that evening in their bathrooms, each having made it comfortable with home-like commodities. [how long can a sentence get?] They saw each other only for the instants that they had left their separate havens to retrieve some food for their hungred stomachs. Other than that, they also saw each other when they had both climbed into their separate beds, Lily on the right and James on the left. Which they did only after Lily had hexed the window to send a steady breeze towards James's head.
Both slept almost immediately. Their habits of sleeping did not become evident to the other. Lily still spoke, with James's occasional mumble, and James tossed and turn as if he were sleeping on a bed of coals. Though he was dreaming. Just as Lily was.
* * *
James slept sounder than any previous night. But he didn't notice that. All he noticed were the warning signs his subconscious was throwing at him unsuccessfully...
He walked endlessly. All that was around him was colors. Colors such as green, black, red. He couldn't figure out what all the colors meant.
He kept walking.
Finally, after what seemed like hours surrounded by luminous color, he just sat down. His aching feet and pounding head didn't help. Different parts of his body felt as if they had removed themselves from him; his appendages, eyes, ears, mainly his brain. But he knew it was his body.
And in one giant flash of green light, he was one again. One body, one mind, one soul.
In front of him was a mirror.
It was small; no bigger than a sheet of parchment. But the strange fact was that it was hanging as if by invisible thread in front of his face.
Then he looked at himself in the mirror.
But it wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone with green eyes. And a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
Everything else was evident. Black hair, unruly as usual, stubborn chin, glasses. It was him. But it wasn't.
Who was this person?
He reached out to touch the mirror, and his hand was enveloped in what seemed like liquid as it went through the glass. He pulled it out immediately. He stared at the reflection.
He watched it move. Closer to the mirror. So close that he could probably feel it. The reflection couldn't go through the mirror, and its skin pressed against the glass.
He was confused. Why was it consumed by a barrier but not he?
The reflection moved back, an expression of extreme awe and content on its face. Farther and farther back, until he could not see it anymore.
"Wait!" he called, standing once more. But it did nothing.
And the mirror fell, breaking into millions of tiny pieces at his feet. He woke.
* * *
Lily could only see straight in front of her. She couldn't look down, to the side, up; but could still tell that she was in her own body. 'Tunnel vision,' she remembered; something her father had once said about people who did not look around them.
She wanted her peripheral vision back.
Until she saw something.
It was a shadow. A shadow of someone walking. The person kept walking, straight ahead, never turning left or right and remaining in her line of vision.
She tried to follow, but stayed at the same distance. No matter how hard she ran, the other person was the same distance in front of her. She ceased trying and walked, watching the person do the same.
The person stopped walking, as did she. Parts of the person's body flew off as they sat down: hands, feet, an arm.
There was a flash. Bright green light surrounded her as she shut her eyes tightly.
The light disappeared. She opened her eyes. The person was still there, sitting in front of a piece of glass with all of their body parts attached.
They just sat there, staring into the glass. They lifted their hand and touched the glass.
Minutes that seemed like hours passed. She stood, watching the person who was enthralled by the glass.
The person stood, calling something. She strained to hear, but could not.
The piece of glass fell. The person disappeared. Then she woke.
* * *
James and Lily awoke at the exact same moment, unknowingly of course.
Both lay in their beds, staring at the ceiling and gasping for breath.
Both remembered every detail of their dreams.
But neither realized that they had been in the same dream.
* * *
A/N i tried writing dream sequences before but they always end up having super short paragraphs and choppy sentences. did you like this chapter? i hope it ended up okay.
anyone remember what scene i borrowed from a book? an hp book preferably?
disclaimer: can you believe that i own nothing in this chapter? mr. webster owns the words, jkr owns the scenes and the characters. i think i own the plot, though... *no you don't! i own the plot!* shut up, little voice. *i am not little!* didn't i tell you to shut it? *No--* Ah! *But--* Shut! *Oh, what the heck...*
i take it Harry'sLostSister is happy now? =)
thanx to serenity for telling me about the bed thing...i didnt realize it until u told me!
Lily and James spent the majority of that evening in their bathrooms, each having made it comfortable with home-like commodities. [how long can a sentence get?] They saw each other only for the instants that they had left their separate havens to retrieve some food for their hungred stomachs. Other than that, they also saw each other when they had both climbed into their separate beds, Lily on the right and James on the left. Which they did only after Lily had hexed the window to send a steady breeze towards James's head.
Both slept almost immediately. Their habits of sleeping did not become evident to the other. Lily still spoke, with James's occasional mumble, and James tossed and turn as if he were sleeping on a bed of coals. Though he was dreaming. Just as Lily was.
* * *
James slept sounder than any previous night. But he didn't notice that. All he noticed were the warning signs his subconscious was throwing at him unsuccessfully...
He walked endlessly. All that was around him was colors. Colors such as green, black, red. He couldn't figure out what all the colors meant.
He kept walking.
Finally, after what seemed like hours surrounded by luminous color, he just sat down. His aching feet and pounding head didn't help. Different parts of his body felt as if they had removed themselves from him; his appendages, eyes, ears, mainly his brain. But he knew it was his body.
And in one giant flash of green light, he was one again. One body, one mind, one soul.
In front of him was a mirror.
It was small; no bigger than a sheet of parchment. But the strange fact was that it was hanging as if by invisible thread in front of his face.
Then he looked at himself in the mirror.
But it wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone with green eyes. And a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
Everything else was evident. Black hair, unruly as usual, stubborn chin, glasses. It was him. But it wasn't.
Who was this person?
He reached out to touch the mirror, and his hand was enveloped in what seemed like liquid as it went through the glass. He pulled it out immediately. He stared at the reflection.
He watched it move. Closer to the mirror. So close that he could probably feel it. The reflection couldn't go through the mirror, and its skin pressed against the glass.
He was confused. Why was it consumed by a barrier but not he?
The reflection moved back, an expression of extreme awe and content on its face. Farther and farther back, until he could not see it anymore.
"Wait!" he called, standing once more. But it did nothing.
And the mirror fell, breaking into millions of tiny pieces at his feet. He woke.
* * *
Lily could only see straight in front of her. She couldn't look down, to the side, up; but could still tell that she was in her own body. 'Tunnel vision,' she remembered; something her father had once said about people who did not look around them.
She wanted her peripheral vision back.
Until she saw something.
It was a shadow. A shadow of someone walking. The person kept walking, straight ahead, never turning left or right and remaining in her line of vision.
She tried to follow, but stayed at the same distance. No matter how hard she ran, the other person was the same distance in front of her. She ceased trying and walked, watching the person do the same.
The person stopped walking, as did she. Parts of the person's body flew off as they sat down: hands, feet, an arm.
There was a flash. Bright green light surrounded her as she shut her eyes tightly.
The light disappeared. She opened her eyes. The person was still there, sitting in front of a piece of glass with all of their body parts attached.
They just sat there, staring into the glass. They lifted their hand and touched the glass.
Minutes that seemed like hours passed. She stood, watching the person who was enthralled by the glass.
The person stood, calling something. She strained to hear, but could not.
The piece of glass fell. The person disappeared. Then she woke.
* * *
James and Lily awoke at the exact same moment, unknowingly of course.
Both lay in their beds, staring at the ceiling and gasping for breath.
Both remembered every detail of their dreams.
But neither realized that they had been in the same dream.
* * *
A/N i tried writing dream sequences before but they always end up having super short paragraphs and choppy sentences. did you like this chapter? i hope it ended up okay.
anyone remember what scene i borrowed from a book? an hp book preferably?
disclaimer: can you believe that i own nothing in this chapter? mr. webster owns the words, jkr owns the scenes and the characters. i think i own the plot, though... *no you don't! i own the plot!* shut up, little voice. *i am not little!* didn't i tell you to shut it? *No--* Ah! *But--* Shut! *Oh, what the heck...*
i take it Harry'sLostSister is happy now? =)
thanx to serenity for telling me about the bed thing...i didnt realize it until u told me!