Jk is the one who owns all of this, cept, I think I created my character Geray, and all of the people
you heard about in the 1st chapter, so, yes, I think I may have something to me name.....but jk
gets money for it......hmm....
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Chapter 11
Christmas lay across the Hogwarts grounds like a blanket of warmth. It held every thing in the
palm of it's hand, and kept it radiating throughout the cold. When Quicksilver had ran up the
front steps of Hogwarts, with Geray on his back passed out from the hypothermia, Dumbledore
had been right there. For he had been on his way out to get word from Hagrid and Draco. He
immediately ran her up to the infirmary, and she now lay their like a princess caged in ice.
Unmoving, and barely breathing, if Madam Pomfrey were to touch her, she could suffer through
more pain then her frigid body was in right now.
Along with Harry, Hermione and Ron who were already in the Infirmary, Hagrid, Dumbledore
and Draco now joined them. Harry still sat at Hermione's bed, Draco in his usual sulking position
in the corner, and Ron with the others gathered around Geray's bed.
"Do you think she'll live?" Ron asked Dumbledore, looking up from her body for a brief
moment.
He didn't say anything for a moment then, "She has lived for a long time...."
Silence swept the room. Hagrid snuffled once, then turned and left, mumbling something about
trees. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand, more he could see the tears starting to build in her eyes.
Her head hung on her chest, and silent sobs carried throughout the room. She had never even
gotten to know her, but the thought of her dying was unbearable.
"How is that fair?" She choked through the tears, not once lifting her head to see the others in the
room.
"I'm afraid my dear, that it isn't. She lives for thousands of years, and never gets to see any of it,
and as soon as she does, she gets caught in something horrible. I honestly cannot find anything
fair in that." Dumbldore said, him too, not wearying his stare from Geray
"It's her own fault" Said Draco, who was, until now, barely even considered to be in the room.
His words were met with glares. "It's true, she ran off, it's not like I pushed her into a snowdrift,
and ran away, leaving her to die!" He yelled, then ran out of the room.
"That was odd" Ron said staring at the door.
"I agree" said Harry who had remained relatively quiet until now.
"I'm ever so sorry" Dumbledore said, shifting his weight, and leaving the bedside "I have
extremely important things to be doing, and do wish I could stay. Mr. Weasly, if anything should
happen, please come to my office immediately, Password is Lollipop." He said smiling a weak,
yet kind and reassuring smile. He turned slowly, and left the room. There was something about
Dumbledore now, he seemed as if he was losing spirt in everything. He still maintained a grace
that no other person could ever have, but he seemed as if he was losing his touch with the real
world.
Ron stepped away from her bedside, and sat down on the end of Hermione's bed. He stared
across the room, never breaking eye contact. "What now?"
*~*~*
Draco ran from the Infirmary all the way to the common room. He slammed the wall shut, and
ran up the stairs, tossing himself on the bed. He stared at the emerald pillow for a moment, then
ripped his wand out from his bag.
"Formae" He said flicking his wrist, and sending the pillow into the wall. "Accio" he said,
summoning it back and forth, each time, the pillow slammed with greater force. What was wrong
with him?
*~*~*
Dumbledore climbed the stairs to his office with a slow pace. He opened the door, and found it
the same as usual. Fawkes in his re-born stage at on his perch, content in the world around him.
The painting of old Headmasters snoozed as the hung lazily on the wall. There had been one of
Old Headmaster Dippet would not be on the wall ever, because in life he had never stopped telling
Albus what to do. And Dumbledore figured that the afterlife wouldn't stop him.
Dumbldore remembered when he had gotten his headmaster painting done. It had been..lets
see....six years ago...the year Harry came. He was so pleased that he had finally come, that he
figured, a happy Dumbledore would be best remembered, rather then the sad, ageing, and slowing
down Dumbldore he was now.
He sighed heavily, and sat down in the chair behind his desk. He reached down and grabbed his
pensive, and stuck a long thought in there. Not the thought of Harry. He liked that one. He
needed the old ones out. There were just too many! What a life he had led.....
*~*~*
Night slunk over Hogwarts on the eve of Christmas. Madam Pomfrey, through rather agitated,
let Hermione sleep in her own bed, seeing that nothing was wrong with her if it had been a
reoccurring event, and that she had learned to deal with them.
Harry lay on his back, with the curtains drawn around him. He could think best in the dark. It
seemed more fitting for deep thought. What was so damn special about Geray? What were those
prophecies her mother made about? And why the hell was he getting involved. 'Because I'm me'
He thought sardonically.
He heard Ron grunt a snore as he shifted in his bed, then he went back to his thoughts. What was
so special about her? The question played over and over again in his mind. Until it's taunts lured
him into an uneasy sleep.
In the room next door though, Hermione was not sleeping as soundly. She tossed and turned in
her sheets, for her sleep was vexed by dreams. There weren't even anyone there to comfort her,
because all of her roommates had all gone home for Christmas. In the dreams, a giant Green face
came out of the forbidden forest. It had no mouth, just blackness, and it's eyes were windows
into Hell. She screamed in the dream as she fell on the grounds, as the face loomed over her. She
was grabbed from behind, and she didn't understand what was going on, because the person
holding her only went further and further into the forest. That wasn't right, the evil face came
from the forest, how could anything good be in the forest? Suddenly the person holding her fell
deep into a black pit that came out of nowhere, and Hermione woke with a blood curdling scream
that shook the dust from the castle.
Harry who was barely asleep shot up in his bed as he heard it. Ron though, could sleep through
the world exploding, kept on snoring and grunting. Harry pulled some slippers on, and a robe,
and ran down the stairs of the boys dormitory, and then up the girls stairs.
"Hermione!!" He called as he ran into the room and to her bedside. She was sitting strait up,
white as a ghost, panting heavily. "Herm are you ok?" He asked kneeling by her bedside and
grabbing her hand. He stroked it reassuringly, as she continued to breath heavily.
She calmed down after a moment. And she pushed her hair behind her face as sweat ran down
her cheeks. "Harry..." She said, not baring to make eye contact with him. "I lied"
*~*~*
Not every person in Hogwarts slept soundly...actually, very few did. Tangled in the sheets of his
four-poster, Draco Malfoy slept dreamlessly, almost, yet he tossed and turned, for his thoughts
had carried over into his dreams. Geray's face was everywhere, and he thrashed about, trying to
rid his minds eye of her face, her frigid body, her tears, and her shocked and disturbed face. He
suddenly was jerked in his bed, and he felt as if his very soul had been pulled from his body.
Draco saw purple flashes of light zoom by, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Draco, who now found himself a body to be in, looked around. He was in a stall of some sort.
He abruptly heard a noise from outside, and figured it best to see if it was friend or foe before he
said his 'Hello's. He squatted behind a stack of bales upon bales of hay. Around the corner, he
watched silently. A Girl of about 16 walked in. She wore her hair in a plait twisted around her
head. A long blue cape swept the ground as she walked. She looked around a bit, her back to
Draco. She looked as if she was nervously waiting for someone. She spun around, and Draco
was shocked to see Geray standing there. He figured it was ok to talk to her, maybe she could
explain where the were.
"Pssst" He whispered from behind the hay. She swirled around quickly, and saw him there.
"Draco, how are you here!?!" She whispered, crouching beside him in the dirt.
"I thought you would know" He said looking at her. She looked at her hands as she fiddled them
"I think it's another power of mine. If I need to be with someone enough, they appear in my
dreams. See, it's happened a few times before. I got my horse in the second one, but...my
mother was in the first one. But, being that she wasn't alive, I was just a ghost in the memory of
somebody else at her funeral." She said......but didn't look at Draco
"So why am I here....and where is here?" He asked
"I needed to tell you how sorry I was, but I dragged you into one of my dreams. This is a stable
at North Castle."
"Oh..." Draco said calmly then exclaimed, "OH!"
"Yes, see, I have to explain what went on back there, you know in the woods...." She said,
looking into Draco's eyes, then quickly turning away.
"What?" He asked, but she put a finger to her lips. A sound was heard coming in, and Geray
looked up. There was a boy there about 16, he had long dirty-blonde hair, to his shoulders. He
was covered in muck, and grim. His clothes were ratty, and his skin was tan from years of
outdoor work.
"Lady Geray?" He called cautiously around.
"Alan" Geray said, getting up from beside Draco, and walking to him. "Alan, you must leave" She
said as she grasped his hands.
"Why my love" He asked her
"Darling, you must, Father found out I think, and....and...the treason for consorting with the
princess, is....is.....is death." She said solemnly. A shocked looked came across his face, as a tear
fell down her cheek. He pulled her into a close embrace. "Alan, you must leave now. I'm so
sorry, but if you stay, you'll be killed."
"I know..I've always known Geray, but, your love is so much more then life. You are my life,
love" He said, looking down into her eyes. She looked softly into his gray ones, and cried
another tear for him. "Oh love, don't waste your tears on me. I've known I was going to die for
you"
"What?" She asked shocked "If you knew, why did you ever get close to me?"
"Because, I would rather die tomorrow, then live forever without loving you" She started into his
eyes, and the kissed a long and passionate kiss. He held her, and she felt she would be safe
forever. "Alan.....run" She said as she pulled away.
"I love you Geray."
"I love you too, but...run..for if you were killed because of me, I don't know what I would do
with myself." She said, letting her head fall to her chest.
"Love" He said putting his hand under her chin, and lifting it to meet his eyes. "You would go on
living" He looked deep into her eyes. "Our love will last forever. It's too strong to just stay in
this world. Love this strong to die with mortal death? I don't think so." He said smiling. She
laughed a timid laugh that glowed throughout her tear streaked face, then cried more. "I will see
you again love. Not now, not again on this plane of existance, but when it happens, you'll know,
and I'll know, and it'll be alright" He said. He swept her into a final kiss, as she squeezed his hand
with strong might. A faint green glow shined in their hands, then broke as he turned and ran off.
Geray watched him leave, then fell to the ground, shaking with violent tears.
Draco, who had watched all of it, came out from behind the hay.
"Geray...what is this place?" He asked kneeling by her side.
"This is my past, one of the hardest moments of my life, the day I lost Alan. Tomorrow father
with find him by the side of the river, and he'll be murdered in front of the entire town. I watched
the blade come down on his neck as he mouthed 'Forever'." She cried harder, and Draco, feeling
very odd about it, put his arm around her back, and let her cry on his shoulder. He felt odd,
looking at the weeping girl at his side, but then, felt good for being there for her.
"Draco, I keep reliving these events, they just keep coming."
He didn't know what to say, so he let her cry her tears as they sat back in time.
"Draco, I'm so sorry I brought you here, I don't know how to control my powers." She said
softly.
"S'ok" He said offhandedly "At least I know you're alive. What did I do to offend you? Why'd
you run off?" He asked looking at her red face.
"You know, I never cried before I met you" She said, as if she hadn't even heard his question,
and was off in a world of her own.
"And why do you think that is?" He asked her, with a hint of joking in his voice.
"Because you broke my heart...."
"WHAT?!?!?!" He screamed leaping up, and letting her drop to the floor of the stable.
"Ow" She said rubbing her head
"What the hell do you mean?" He asked, his cold gray eyes harsh and filled with rage.
"Please don't be angry with me, it's just....the past, the present, the future, it's all to close
together."
"Thanks, could you VAGUE THAT UP A BIT!!!"
"Shush Draco, they'll hear us!" She whispered harshly
"Who!?! Who the hell will hear us, we're in a freaking dream! It's not like you can die in a
dream! What the hell can they do!!!"
"We're in the past, the real past. What I don't understand is....why are you here, as a body, not a
spirt. You weren't alive now." She said, as she ran it over in her mind.
"Geray, it's great to see you alive and all, but, could I go back to my bed please? I need sleep. I
mean, I want to look good for Christmas. Can you just send me back?"
"Um..." She said, staring at her hands while wringing them
"What?" He asked exasperated
"I don't know how to get you back. I think it's just happens when I wake up" She said meekly
"Well, that's just great, because you're, in a Coma." He said sardonically. He paced the room,
and then slumped to the ground, and sat with his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry Draco, um...but, I can't stay here. Since this really is the past, I have to go back to the
castle."
"So you're going to leave me" He said in a muffled voice, because he didn't even look up at her.
"I guess, wait moment, I can tell mother that I'm going on a walk, and I'll get a guards uniform
for you, and then I can sneak you into the castle, and yes."
"No, don't. Have you ever even read a book? God, that is so cliche, I mean, they always get
caught. Trust me, it doesn't work."
"Ok, fine, sleep with the pigs. But let me tell you, I'm going back to the castle, because I have to
do the same sort of thing I did when it originally happened, or else I could alter history."
"How do you know about time travel?"
"Dumbledore's been teaching me everything."
"Oh...."
"Good day Draco." She said, letting the princess in her back out. "Don't go anywhere, you doing
something could change the past as well." She then swept back out of the room with the same
grace she had entered.
"Great" He mumbled to himself. "I'll never leave the land of horse crap"
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There is it, the next edition of THE VISITOR!!! Yeah, you've seen it, now please review. I really
do like them you know :o)
~grem
Oh, one more thing, if you actually read this far in my silly little story, then I applaud you,
because, getting through the chapters with a billion spelling errors and typos, and such. Thank
you for getting this far really :o)
See the box? Do you hear it's call? Yes, excellent.....
you heard about in the 1st chapter, so, yes, I think I may have something to me name.....but jk
gets money for it......hmm....
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Chapter 11
Christmas lay across the Hogwarts grounds like a blanket of warmth. It held every thing in the
palm of it's hand, and kept it radiating throughout the cold. When Quicksilver had ran up the
front steps of Hogwarts, with Geray on his back passed out from the hypothermia, Dumbledore
had been right there. For he had been on his way out to get word from Hagrid and Draco. He
immediately ran her up to the infirmary, and she now lay their like a princess caged in ice.
Unmoving, and barely breathing, if Madam Pomfrey were to touch her, she could suffer through
more pain then her frigid body was in right now.
Along with Harry, Hermione and Ron who were already in the Infirmary, Hagrid, Dumbledore
and Draco now joined them. Harry still sat at Hermione's bed, Draco in his usual sulking position
in the corner, and Ron with the others gathered around Geray's bed.
"Do you think she'll live?" Ron asked Dumbledore, looking up from her body for a brief
moment.
He didn't say anything for a moment then, "She has lived for a long time...."
Silence swept the room. Hagrid snuffled once, then turned and left, mumbling something about
trees. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand, more he could see the tears starting to build in her eyes.
Her head hung on her chest, and silent sobs carried throughout the room. She had never even
gotten to know her, but the thought of her dying was unbearable.
"How is that fair?" She choked through the tears, not once lifting her head to see the others in the
room.
"I'm afraid my dear, that it isn't. She lives for thousands of years, and never gets to see any of it,
and as soon as she does, she gets caught in something horrible. I honestly cannot find anything
fair in that." Dumbldore said, him too, not wearying his stare from Geray
"It's her own fault" Said Draco, who was, until now, barely even considered to be in the room.
His words were met with glares. "It's true, she ran off, it's not like I pushed her into a snowdrift,
and ran away, leaving her to die!" He yelled, then ran out of the room.
"That was odd" Ron said staring at the door.
"I agree" said Harry who had remained relatively quiet until now.
"I'm ever so sorry" Dumbledore said, shifting his weight, and leaving the bedside "I have
extremely important things to be doing, and do wish I could stay. Mr. Weasly, if anything should
happen, please come to my office immediately, Password is Lollipop." He said smiling a weak,
yet kind and reassuring smile. He turned slowly, and left the room. There was something about
Dumbledore now, he seemed as if he was losing spirt in everything. He still maintained a grace
that no other person could ever have, but he seemed as if he was losing his touch with the real
world.
Ron stepped away from her bedside, and sat down on the end of Hermione's bed. He stared
across the room, never breaking eye contact. "What now?"
*~*~*
Draco ran from the Infirmary all the way to the common room. He slammed the wall shut, and
ran up the stairs, tossing himself on the bed. He stared at the emerald pillow for a moment, then
ripped his wand out from his bag.
"Formae" He said flicking his wrist, and sending the pillow into the wall. "Accio" he said,
summoning it back and forth, each time, the pillow slammed with greater force. What was wrong
with him?
*~*~*
Dumbledore climbed the stairs to his office with a slow pace. He opened the door, and found it
the same as usual. Fawkes in his re-born stage at on his perch, content in the world around him.
The painting of old Headmasters snoozed as the hung lazily on the wall. There had been one of
Old Headmaster Dippet would not be on the wall ever, because in life he had never stopped telling
Albus what to do. And Dumbledore figured that the afterlife wouldn't stop him.
Dumbldore remembered when he had gotten his headmaster painting done. It had been..lets
see....six years ago...the year Harry came. He was so pleased that he had finally come, that he
figured, a happy Dumbledore would be best remembered, rather then the sad, ageing, and slowing
down Dumbldore he was now.
He sighed heavily, and sat down in the chair behind his desk. He reached down and grabbed his
pensive, and stuck a long thought in there. Not the thought of Harry. He liked that one. He
needed the old ones out. There were just too many! What a life he had led.....
*~*~*
Night slunk over Hogwarts on the eve of Christmas. Madam Pomfrey, through rather agitated,
let Hermione sleep in her own bed, seeing that nothing was wrong with her if it had been a
reoccurring event, and that she had learned to deal with them.
Harry lay on his back, with the curtains drawn around him. He could think best in the dark. It
seemed more fitting for deep thought. What was so damn special about Geray? What were those
prophecies her mother made about? And why the hell was he getting involved. 'Because I'm me'
He thought sardonically.
He heard Ron grunt a snore as he shifted in his bed, then he went back to his thoughts. What was
so special about her? The question played over and over again in his mind. Until it's taunts lured
him into an uneasy sleep.
In the room next door though, Hermione was not sleeping as soundly. She tossed and turned in
her sheets, for her sleep was vexed by dreams. There weren't even anyone there to comfort her,
because all of her roommates had all gone home for Christmas. In the dreams, a giant Green face
came out of the forbidden forest. It had no mouth, just blackness, and it's eyes were windows
into Hell. She screamed in the dream as she fell on the grounds, as the face loomed over her. She
was grabbed from behind, and she didn't understand what was going on, because the person
holding her only went further and further into the forest. That wasn't right, the evil face came
from the forest, how could anything good be in the forest? Suddenly the person holding her fell
deep into a black pit that came out of nowhere, and Hermione woke with a blood curdling scream
that shook the dust from the castle.
Harry who was barely asleep shot up in his bed as he heard it. Ron though, could sleep through
the world exploding, kept on snoring and grunting. Harry pulled some slippers on, and a robe,
and ran down the stairs of the boys dormitory, and then up the girls stairs.
"Hermione!!" He called as he ran into the room and to her bedside. She was sitting strait up,
white as a ghost, panting heavily. "Herm are you ok?" He asked kneeling by her bedside and
grabbing her hand. He stroked it reassuringly, as she continued to breath heavily.
She calmed down after a moment. And she pushed her hair behind her face as sweat ran down
her cheeks. "Harry..." She said, not baring to make eye contact with him. "I lied"
*~*~*
Not every person in Hogwarts slept soundly...actually, very few did. Tangled in the sheets of his
four-poster, Draco Malfoy slept dreamlessly, almost, yet he tossed and turned, for his thoughts
had carried over into his dreams. Geray's face was everywhere, and he thrashed about, trying to
rid his minds eye of her face, her frigid body, her tears, and her shocked and disturbed face. He
suddenly was jerked in his bed, and he felt as if his very soul had been pulled from his body.
Draco saw purple flashes of light zoom by, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Draco, who now found himself a body to be in, looked around. He was in a stall of some sort.
He abruptly heard a noise from outside, and figured it best to see if it was friend or foe before he
said his 'Hello's. He squatted behind a stack of bales upon bales of hay. Around the corner, he
watched silently. A Girl of about 16 walked in. She wore her hair in a plait twisted around her
head. A long blue cape swept the ground as she walked. She looked around a bit, her back to
Draco. She looked as if she was nervously waiting for someone. She spun around, and Draco
was shocked to see Geray standing there. He figured it was ok to talk to her, maybe she could
explain where the were.
"Pssst" He whispered from behind the hay. She swirled around quickly, and saw him there.
"Draco, how are you here!?!" She whispered, crouching beside him in the dirt.
"I thought you would know" He said looking at her. She looked at her hands as she fiddled them
"I think it's another power of mine. If I need to be with someone enough, they appear in my
dreams. See, it's happened a few times before. I got my horse in the second one, but...my
mother was in the first one. But, being that she wasn't alive, I was just a ghost in the memory of
somebody else at her funeral." She said......but didn't look at Draco
"So why am I here....and where is here?" He asked
"I needed to tell you how sorry I was, but I dragged you into one of my dreams. This is a stable
at North Castle."
"Oh..." Draco said calmly then exclaimed, "OH!"
"Yes, see, I have to explain what went on back there, you know in the woods...." She said,
looking into Draco's eyes, then quickly turning away.
"What?" He asked, but she put a finger to her lips. A sound was heard coming in, and Geray
looked up. There was a boy there about 16, he had long dirty-blonde hair, to his shoulders. He
was covered in muck, and grim. His clothes were ratty, and his skin was tan from years of
outdoor work.
"Lady Geray?" He called cautiously around.
"Alan" Geray said, getting up from beside Draco, and walking to him. "Alan, you must leave" She
said as she grasped his hands.
"Why my love" He asked her
"Darling, you must, Father found out I think, and....and...the treason for consorting with the
princess, is....is.....is death." She said solemnly. A shocked looked came across his face, as a tear
fell down her cheek. He pulled her into a close embrace. "Alan, you must leave now. I'm so
sorry, but if you stay, you'll be killed."
"I know..I've always known Geray, but, your love is so much more then life. You are my life,
love" He said, looking down into her eyes. She looked softly into his gray ones, and cried
another tear for him. "Oh love, don't waste your tears on me. I've known I was going to die for
you"
"What?" She asked shocked "If you knew, why did you ever get close to me?"
"Because, I would rather die tomorrow, then live forever without loving you" She started into his
eyes, and the kissed a long and passionate kiss. He held her, and she felt she would be safe
forever. "Alan.....run" She said as she pulled away.
"I love you Geray."
"I love you too, but...run..for if you were killed because of me, I don't know what I would do
with myself." She said, letting her head fall to her chest.
"Love" He said putting his hand under her chin, and lifting it to meet his eyes. "You would go on
living" He looked deep into her eyes. "Our love will last forever. It's too strong to just stay in
this world. Love this strong to die with mortal death? I don't think so." He said smiling. She
laughed a timid laugh that glowed throughout her tear streaked face, then cried more. "I will see
you again love. Not now, not again on this plane of existance, but when it happens, you'll know,
and I'll know, and it'll be alright" He said. He swept her into a final kiss, as she squeezed his hand
with strong might. A faint green glow shined in their hands, then broke as he turned and ran off.
Geray watched him leave, then fell to the ground, shaking with violent tears.
Draco, who had watched all of it, came out from behind the hay.
"Geray...what is this place?" He asked kneeling by her side.
"This is my past, one of the hardest moments of my life, the day I lost Alan. Tomorrow father
with find him by the side of the river, and he'll be murdered in front of the entire town. I watched
the blade come down on his neck as he mouthed 'Forever'." She cried harder, and Draco, feeling
very odd about it, put his arm around her back, and let her cry on his shoulder. He felt odd,
looking at the weeping girl at his side, but then, felt good for being there for her.
"Draco, I keep reliving these events, they just keep coming."
He didn't know what to say, so he let her cry her tears as they sat back in time.
"Draco, I'm so sorry I brought you here, I don't know how to control my powers." She said
softly.
"S'ok" He said offhandedly "At least I know you're alive. What did I do to offend you? Why'd
you run off?" He asked looking at her red face.
"You know, I never cried before I met you" She said, as if she hadn't even heard his question,
and was off in a world of her own.
"And why do you think that is?" He asked her, with a hint of joking in his voice.
"Because you broke my heart...."
"WHAT?!?!?!" He screamed leaping up, and letting her drop to the floor of the stable.
"Ow" She said rubbing her head
"What the hell do you mean?" He asked, his cold gray eyes harsh and filled with rage.
"Please don't be angry with me, it's just....the past, the present, the future, it's all to close
together."
"Thanks, could you VAGUE THAT UP A BIT!!!"
"Shush Draco, they'll hear us!" She whispered harshly
"Who!?! Who the hell will hear us, we're in a freaking dream! It's not like you can die in a
dream! What the hell can they do!!!"
"We're in the past, the real past. What I don't understand is....why are you here, as a body, not a
spirt. You weren't alive now." She said, as she ran it over in her mind.
"Geray, it's great to see you alive and all, but, could I go back to my bed please? I need sleep. I
mean, I want to look good for Christmas. Can you just send me back?"
"Um..." She said, staring at her hands while wringing them
"What?" He asked exasperated
"I don't know how to get you back. I think it's just happens when I wake up" She said meekly
"Well, that's just great, because you're, in a Coma." He said sardonically. He paced the room,
and then slumped to the ground, and sat with his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry Draco, um...but, I can't stay here. Since this really is the past, I have to go back to the
castle."
"So you're going to leave me" He said in a muffled voice, because he didn't even look up at her.
"I guess, wait moment, I can tell mother that I'm going on a walk, and I'll get a guards uniform
for you, and then I can sneak you into the castle, and yes."
"No, don't. Have you ever even read a book? God, that is so cliche, I mean, they always get
caught. Trust me, it doesn't work."
"Ok, fine, sleep with the pigs. But let me tell you, I'm going back to the castle, because I have to
do the same sort of thing I did when it originally happened, or else I could alter history."
"How do you know about time travel?"
"Dumbledore's been teaching me everything."
"Oh...."
"Good day Draco." She said, letting the princess in her back out. "Don't go anywhere, you doing
something could change the past as well." She then swept back out of the room with the same
grace she had entered.
"Great" He mumbled to himself. "I'll never leave the land of horse crap"
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There is it, the next edition of THE VISITOR!!! Yeah, you've seen it, now please review. I really
do like them you know :o)
~grem
Oh, one more thing, if you actually read this far in my silly little story, then I applaud you,
because, getting through the chapters with a billion spelling errors and typos, and such. Thank
you for getting this far really :o)
See the box? Do you hear it's call? Yes, excellent.....
