Chapter 1- Dreamland Lessons

Beverly: I had an idea and I plan on making this a long, long story. I'm hoping it'll turn out good. I never really PLANED ongoing before…

Obi-wan: May the force be with you.

Beverly: thanks, friend

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Harry's POV

I was tossing and turning. My mind just did NOT want to rest! Analyze this, analyze that. Analyze the strange dreams I've been having. Draco Malfoy was in them, of course. He had haunted my dreams ever since first year. No, before even. Ever since Madame Malkin's. I always act like I hate him, of course, but I have the feeling there's more depth to it than that. I don't believe in destiny, never have, so that can't be it. And we're both boys, so I can't be infatuated or anything…I hope. But the symptoms seem to awfully relate. Oh, am I dreaming now? Bloody hell! Not this dream again!

I was inside my body, walking through a dark forest in the middle of the night, but I was walking towards a bright light, irresistible. As usual. When I got to the clearing it was coming from, its source was so bright it shone pure white. The light receded when I got close, and I could see. He was quietly sleeping, dry and lively, while heavy rain poured over the lifeless darkness. Yes, Draco Malfoy was the only life in the dark forest. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? Just like last time. Only thins time, it was Saturday and there was no way I would wake up before the dream was over. As a matter a fact, I would be waking up right here. But I didn't, so a dream seen so many times over, took a new turn. He opened his eyes and all rain died, though dreariness still cast gray over everything around us. The candle-like glow he was casting turned gold and silver at once at a time. It was an incredible color. Delirious, extravagant.

"I've been waiting, Harry."

That was a first. Barely had he talked in my dreams, let alone called me by my first name.

"I'm sure you've had this dream before."

My subconscious was doing strange things tonight.

"So. You're finally ready."

Strange dream. I could hear myself talking. What was I saying? Ah yes. "What do you mean?"

He smiled that wicked grin that makes me forget to breath sometimes.

"Let me show you, Potter."

Well, at least my subconscious was getting his personality right this time. Oh, why should I care? I did make everything stranger, but it doesn't really matter. I guess I'm just more used to this. Anyway. Draco Malfoy closed his eyes, rain falling freely once more. The light around him changed, like it was burning, and it collected into huge shapes seemingly attached on his back. When the light fades, evening out around him, back to its usual silver-gold color, I could see what he was talking about. Wings. Each feather silver, turning to gold, lined in crimson.

"Let's see your reaction to THIS."

Malfoy grinned wickedly and a ball grew within his hands. It was blood red, shocks of platinum running through it like electricity. His eyes lit eerily, his sneer grew frightening and his aura shimmered, throwing unnatural shadows over the forest. When the ball was roughly three times the size of his fist, he launched it at me. I closed my eyes, waiting for impact… but it never came. I opened them up again to a pair of wings, shining from a protection spell, probably. What was Malfoy playing at? Then I noticed they were the wrong color. Feathers lustrous royal purple with streams of emerald green, tipped in icy sapphire. Who did they belong to?

"Beautiful wings you've got there, Potter. I knew they would show up if I sent something like that at you."

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"Those wings of yours, of course. What else?"

What was HE talking about?

"I don't have wings."

"Of course you do. Now move them aside so I can see what you're doing."

I blinked. I DID wish I could see what the Slytherin was doing. Just as I thought that, they moved. I heard something crack and pain shot up… somewhere I had never felt before. Malfoy looked at me curiously.

"So, Potter, this IS your first time, isn't it?"

Well, from the pain, I guess they were really mine.

"Yeah."

The boy in front of me smiled. I mean, really smiled. I'm not so sure he's Malfoy anymore. Draco, maybe. Malfoy, no. He whistled and a creature stepped out of the darkness. A dragon with an aura identical to Draco's. Draco… Dragon…

"Go ahead, Harry. Whistle."

Again with the first name. Oh well, my dream was already out of whack anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

"I can't whistle."

"Neither could I, before. Now whistle."

I sighed. No point in making him mad, I knew what he could do. So I tried whistling to prove I couldn't, and to my surprise it came out clear as Madame Hooch's Quidditch Call. I heard something behind me and swerved around, only to find a unicorn.

"An unusual match you've got there, Potter."

"Right back at you."

It's not everyday that you come across a pet dragon. And Hagrid's doesn't count, it wasn't improvised. NOBODY has a tame dragon… well, except Draco. And they usually don't have half their scales gold, the other half silver matched with blood red eyes either. And they REALLY don't have auras. Draco Malfoy smirked and rolled his eyes… or at least as close to rolling his eyes as he'll ever get… like he knew what I was thinking.

"I aught to get going, Potter. See you around."

He opened his wigs. They were huge! At least 8 feet long each. He must have noticed me staring, because…

"And yours are just as long, you know."

He flapped them powerfully 3 times and flew over the line of trees, in front of the moon. Well, what can I say? Wow.

'I aught to get going, Potter. See you around.'

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Beverly: There. What do you think? And, yes, the unicorn's aura looks like Harry's. Which is what? You'll find out next chapter. *Wink* See you then, I hope. Please review. Bye.