I wrote this over a year ago. It does not take into account HP:OotP.
However, it takes place about 25 years after Harry and the others graduate
from Hogwarts. Chandler and Jessica are characters I created, but
obviously, Harry, Cho and Sirius belong to JK Rowling.
Chapter One: Chandler's Last Dream
The dream began the same way every night. Chandler was standing in a meadow before a massive castle, unlike any he had seen before. The castle was wonderful and `scary at the same time. It was also very old and very empty. Chandler could see the walls beginning to chip and the silence of the place terrified him even from where he stood in the meadow.
After that the dream always changed. It was never the same. Sometimes he dreamed of other children playing in the meadow. Sometimes he dreamed that a giant three-headed monster came out of the forest and chased him away. Sometimes there was nothing else in his dream besides the giant castle.
No, that wasn't true. There was always one other thing in his dreams. For as long as Chandler could remember, every one of his dreams had included the massive black dog. The dog never scared him. Sometimes it would sit with him, under a shady tree. Sometimes it would chase the monsters away. Sometimes it would join the other children in a game of tag or fetch. But it was always there. It was because of that dog that Chandler never woke up screaming from his dreams. He knew that as long as his dog was there, he would always be safe.
The winter snow was just falling the night that Chandler dreamed his dream for the very last time. He didn't know it at the time, of course. Just like every other night for his entire life, the dream began in front of the castle. The castle looked as old and empty as always, at least at first. Then, Chandler noticed the banners and flags waving from the castle battlements. That was certainly a change.
Frowning, Chandler looked around. There were no children in the meadow this night. In fact, there was no one in the meadow at all. No one and nothing. Not even his dog. For the first time, Chandler felt nervous, alone. Where was the dog that always kept him safe? There was no sign of the canine anywhere.
That's when Chandler heard the sound behind him. It was like the screaming of a banshee from one of those horror movies that he had seen without his grandparents knowing. The boy whirled around at the horrible sound and his nervousness split into sheer terror. There were four, no five. creatures descending down on him. They looked human, but they wore long, dark cloaks with hoods that kept him from seeing their faces.
Chandler managed to back up a few steps before his feet fell out from under him and he was flying back, hitting the ground hard. And still the creatures approached. Closer. Chandler tried closing his eyes, but if you've ever tried closing your eyes in a dream, you'll know it doesn't work. Closer. The nearest creature pulled a thin bony hand from his robes and.
And Chandler discovered what it was like to wake up from a nightmare, screaming and drenched in sweat.
For a few long moments, Chandler just sat there, shaking. Then, finally, he took a deep breath and glanced over at clock by his bed. It was 2 AM. Still breathing heavily, Chandler collapsed back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling. It was his birthday. He was ten years old.
It was almost another two hours before Chandler was able to fall asleep again. The dream did not return. At 8 o'clock he got up and ready for school. By the time he got to school, he had nearly forgotten about his nightmare. The day progressed without incident; his grandmother brought cupcakes for the class and he and his two best friends, Joe and Geoffery, were able to get the good basketball during both recesses.
The only slightly unusual part of the day for Chandler was when he got off the bus a few blocks from his house. After parting ways with his friends, he took off at a run up the street, only to stop in his tracks after going a block. Had he seen what he thought he had seen? Backtracking a little, Chandler peered into a side alley between two of the larger London manors. There, perched on a pile of old cardboard boxes, was the biggest black dog that Chandler had every seen, except in his dreams. And the dog was staring right back at him.
Chapter One: Chandler's Last Dream
The dream began the same way every night. Chandler was standing in a meadow before a massive castle, unlike any he had seen before. The castle was wonderful and `scary at the same time. It was also very old and very empty. Chandler could see the walls beginning to chip and the silence of the place terrified him even from where he stood in the meadow.
After that the dream always changed. It was never the same. Sometimes he dreamed of other children playing in the meadow. Sometimes he dreamed that a giant three-headed monster came out of the forest and chased him away. Sometimes there was nothing else in his dream besides the giant castle.
No, that wasn't true. There was always one other thing in his dreams. For as long as Chandler could remember, every one of his dreams had included the massive black dog. The dog never scared him. Sometimes it would sit with him, under a shady tree. Sometimes it would chase the monsters away. Sometimes it would join the other children in a game of tag or fetch. But it was always there. It was because of that dog that Chandler never woke up screaming from his dreams. He knew that as long as his dog was there, he would always be safe.
The winter snow was just falling the night that Chandler dreamed his dream for the very last time. He didn't know it at the time, of course. Just like every other night for his entire life, the dream began in front of the castle. The castle looked as old and empty as always, at least at first. Then, Chandler noticed the banners and flags waving from the castle battlements. That was certainly a change.
Frowning, Chandler looked around. There were no children in the meadow this night. In fact, there was no one in the meadow at all. No one and nothing. Not even his dog. For the first time, Chandler felt nervous, alone. Where was the dog that always kept him safe? There was no sign of the canine anywhere.
That's when Chandler heard the sound behind him. It was like the screaming of a banshee from one of those horror movies that he had seen without his grandparents knowing. The boy whirled around at the horrible sound and his nervousness split into sheer terror. There were four, no five. creatures descending down on him. They looked human, but they wore long, dark cloaks with hoods that kept him from seeing their faces.
Chandler managed to back up a few steps before his feet fell out from under him and he was flying back, hitting the ground hard. And still the creatures approached. Closer. Chandler tried closing his eyes, but if you've ever tried closing your eyes in a dream, you'll know it doesn't work. Closer. The nearest creature pulled a thin bony hand from his robes and.
And Chandler discovered what it was like to wake up from a nightmare, screaming and drenched in sweat.
For a few long moments, Chandler just sat there, shaking. Then, finally, he took a deep breath and glanced over at clock by his bed. It was 2 AM. Still breathing heavily, Chandler collapsed back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling. It was his birthday. He was ten years old.
It was almost another two hours before Chandler was able to fall asleep again. The dream did not return. At 8 o'clock he got up and ready for school. By the time he got to school, he had nearly forgotten about his nightmare. The day progressed without incident; his grandmother brought cupcakes for the class and he and his two best friends, Joe and Geoffery, were able to get the good basketball during both recesses.
The only slightly unusual part of the day for Chandler was when he got off the bus a few blocks from his house. After parting ways with his friends, he took off at a run up the street, only to stop in his tracks after going a block. Had he seen what he thought he had seen? Backtracking a little, Chandler peered into a side alley between two of the larger London manors. There, perched on a pile of old cardboard boxes, was the biggest black dog that Chandler had every seen, except in his dreams. And the dog was staring right back at him.
