Traveling my way?

A/N: Ok, Harry Potter is back now in *tatatatah* Chapter 4! He is having dreams about strange people, and somewhat of his destiny. Voices are of course always along, but these are friendly ones. What can Ron and Hermione do to assist their friend? And what's up with Draco being so nice all of a sudden? To find out, R/R!! J/K.

Ok, none of the peeps belong to me and probably never will anyway, so let's just leave it at that and let me sulk in my disappointment.

Chapter 4-Hello myself, or is that me?

-Make a choice, Cyradis! - I can't! I can't see them! Then I will make the choice for thee!

What's happening? Cyradis! What's wrong?

-Bring Zedar back to face me.
-No Pol. You've never killed anyone. Let's leave it that way.

There was the sound of a fist striking solid bone.

-Durnik!

The door opened, and a pale, crumpled body lay on the floor. Who is this maimed faced person? Wait-stop!

-My Bride. Though hast come to me at last, Polgara.
-I have come to watch you die.
-Come to me, my beloved.
-Never!

Aunt Pol! Wait! Where am I? The wood of the Dryads?

-Master! Have mercy!

-You are nothing, despised god. You tried to deceive me and my Aunt Pol into loving you; but I refuse- as did she. In all the universe there is not one person-not one thing-that loves you.

-I loved him, Master. I loved Durnik.
-Wouldst though have us restore him for thee?
-Yes. Please bring Harry back.

Harry
Harry

"Harry!" Hermione shouted at him for the hundredth time. "Harry, please, come back!"
Harry struggled to find the source of the noise, though he couldn't quite reach it. Who was calling him so desperately? And was she even calling for him?
"Harry!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. Why wouldn't he respond?
"Alright Potter, you asked for it," came a menacing voice from the side.
"don't do it Draco!" came another worried voice from somewhere. Ron stood in-between him and Harry. "Don't hit him!"
"He's not hearing a thing she's saying, and all of her yelling is giving me a head ache!"
-I'm trying to wake up here-, Harry thought sullenly. -I'm just having trouble finding the light. But who's Harry?

WHAM!!

"EAOUCH!!" Harry sat up with a start. What had just hit him in the jaw? "THAT HURTS!!"
"Not as mush as it would have if you didn't wake up that time," Draco was standing next to Ron. Hermione was on the other side, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad you're alright!" She threw her arms around his neck. Nearly knocking him out of bed.
"Really, Harry. You gave us all quite a fright," Ron said, smiling impishly at his friend. "We really thought we were going to lose you."
"And can you believe it?" Draco said, looking sullenly at the boy, "I was actually worried about you back there."
Harry had struggled to try and get the trembling girl off of him, but with no real improvement. He then stopped his struggling, and looked them all in the face. "Who's Harry?"
Hermione stopped her trembling, let go of him to straighten up and shook the wrinkles out of her skirt to look at him. "What are you talking about Harry?"
"Excuse me," he said, looking somewhat offended, "I'm not Harry."
They all stared at him for a moment, but Draco was the first to snap out of it. "What are you talking about, Potter?" he asked in disbelief, but only received a dumb-struck expression. "You are Harry Potter!" Draco was at the edge of shouting.
"No, I'm not."
Hermione fainted and the two strange boys glanced at each other, worried frowns creasing their foreheads.
"Um, Harry-" Ron began, talking really slow like for a mental child.
"I'm not Harry," the other boy interrupted.
"Ok, then what is your name?"
"Simple, it's-" but the boy stopped. What was his name? "Wait- I know, it's, um, Draco Malfoy!"
This little news flash made the real Draco faint in disbelief.
"Why did he faint?" 'Draco' asked in confusion.
"Um, that's the real Draco." What happened to his bestest friend, Ron wondered in horror. "Harry-"
"Draco!"
"Right, um, what did you eat last night? Did you possibly smoke anything through a white folded paper perhaps?"
"I absolutely have no clue what you are talking about."
"Ok, um" but Ron was distracted as Hermione began regaining her consciousness. "What happened?" she asked drowsily. "Oh, Ron, I had the most awful dream," she began, "you and I were visiting the hospital wing, because Harry had a seizure attack or whatever and then we ran into the slimeball Draco, who was walking behind Hagrid, who was carrying Harry up to the Hospital wing, and we asked him what he was doing and he said he was following his friend and we just kind of looked at him and he was staring back and we were there for about 5 hours then Harry came to and we were telling him how worried we were and then he asked us who he was and we just kind of looked at him and he was looking back and-" once Hermione looked around at where she was, she looked up into the bed, where former Harry Potter sat, watching her with a worried expression.
"Does she always tend to do that?" he asked Ron.
"Um, not that I knew of, no."
Hermione sat there for a while and looked down on the floor next to her and Draco laid there, sprawled out. "Oh dear," she murmured. "Harry, are you alright?"
The boy in the bed sat up straight and looked at her defiantly and said "I am Draco Malfoy."
Hermione stared at him for another 10 minutes, then passed out again.
"And that takes care of that," Ron said, rolling his eyes Heavenward.

* * * * * * * *

Two days had passed since Harry's attack had happened, and there hasn't been much of an improvement.
"Harry," Hermione said, looking him straight in the eyes as they were eating breakfast, "you have got to try and remember who you are."
"But I do know who I am, Hermione," he said, through a mouth full of cereal, "I am Draco Malfoy."
"Fine, so let's say that you are," she said, trying at a new approach, "who is your father?"
Harry considered the question for a moment, then replied full of confidence, "Severus Snape!"
Hermione looked like she was going to faint again, but got her composure back just in time.
Ron, on the other hand, began choking on his toast and was desperately grabbing for some pumpkin juice. "Draco", he said, nearly gagging on the name itself, "are you sure about who your parents are?" The idea of having to name his best friend the person who he most despised gave him a clear headache, not to mention how long it took for them to try and get their names straight in his head.
"Why don't you tell us who your mother is" Draco, the real one, suggested. He had been sitting at the Gryffindor table also during Harry's struggles, trying to make sure he wouldn't put his name to shame.
"I believe my mother died at my birth," he said, thinking about it for a moment, "wait, I'm getting a face!"
"Good job, Harry!"
"Draco."
"Whatever, now, do tell us who your mother is!"
-Do I really want to know? -both Hermione and Ron were thinking the same question, but before they could stop, Harry was already taking charge.
"Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Draco, Ron, and Hermione fainted at the very memory of THAT person.

* * * * * * * *

"Is everything all right?" Harry asked as he was sitting in-between the three of them in the hospital wing.
"OH, bloody heck!" Ron muttered, as he tried to sit up. "Where the devil are we?"
"Madam Pomfrey came and put you guys to bed," Harry replied, trying to be useful in some way. Why did these people who called themselves his friends always faint at each of his answers?
"Um, my head," Draco said from his side.
"The last thing I remember is that Harry said that Snape was gay," Hermione murmured, grasping for her memory.
"I know it sounds a little odd," Harry said, looking down as a bit of an embarrassment, "but I'm pretty sure Gilderoy is my 'mother.'"
"Don't say that Harry!" Ron said in disgust. "Are you sure it couldn't be Lucius?"
"Well, now that you mention it-"Harry began.
"DON'T EVEN SAY IT!!!!" all three yelled at him.
"Okay," Harry squeaked.

* * * * * * * *

"Hermione," Harry asked after they had gotten out of the Hospital wing, "have you ever heard of someone called 'Belgarion'?"
She thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, I believe I have. But why do you want to know?"
"I had this odd dream, and his name is the only thing that I can remember clearly."
"Hmm," she said, and was thinking about where she had read about him. "Ah! Now I remember!" then she stormed off in the direction of the library.
"Hermione! Wait for me!" Harry called after her.
"Thank goodness I don't need those tedious little notes anymore," she said, racing straight towards the restricted section. "Now, where was that book?" She quickly began scanning the shelves, looking for any hint of legends or scrolls. "Here it is!" she exclaimed excitedly, reaching for a book called the Rivan Codex. "This should answer all of your questions, Draco."
"Thank you," Harry replied, taking the book from her. When they were back in the common room for the evening, Harry had been sitting near the fire, reading the Codex, which only confused him some more. Soon it was midnight, and he began dozing and the strange sensation of sleep drifted over him.

Someone was there, calling his name.

-Harry, Harry Potter.

He tried to reply, but he felt like his lungs had closed. He was running through the woods, with little shadows darting next to him through the trees.

-Harry Potter, it is time. We are waiting for you.

A blue shimmer of light appeared in his path, scaring away the figures that were chasing him down. He caught sight of one of them, with flaming red hair and a green twinge in the skin and the face seemed tear streaked, but it ran away just as fast. Could they be related to house elves? He wondered. The light began taking the form of a man, and just its presence brought a peace over Harry that swept away all of his worries. It stretched out its hand towards Harry, and oddly enough, the touch of it Harry could feel. Suddenly, it grabbed his arm, making him twist in shock and pain. What was happening? Why is this thing doing this to me?

-Harry Potter-it spoke-there is not much time. You must come with me, come to save all of the world.

Why the world-and why me? He wanted to shout at the being.

-Come with me to the Vale. We must depart now, before it is too late.

Then Harry was being dragged through this shimmering portal of many colors, never repeating it's previous pattern, but always changing.

-Come with me to the Vale. Come.

Harry had no choice but to obey. He had to find out what was happening, he decided. He nodded his head in reply. As he stepped through the Shimmer, he was nearly knocked off of his feet, then it blasted him in the chest and he was thrown against the wall.

"OUCH!" he yelled in pain, falling to the ground. What a strange dream, he thought, I've got to get some sleeping pills.
"No one is going to sleep at the moment," came a gentle, but commanding voice from above him.
He shook his head twice, then looked around with owlish eyes. "Where am I?" he asked in confusion. Then he spotted a tawny-haired lady with golden eyes and a young man with a blue radiance about him.
"Welcome to the Vale of Aldur," she spoke. "I am Poledra, the One who watches," she introduced herself with a curtsy.
"Odd" Harry muttered.
"And I am Eriond," the young man said, also taking a bow. "I'm sorry if the travel knocked the wind out of you," he apologized, "but it was my first time traveling through such a door."
"That's okay," Harry said, getting to his feet. "I'm -," Harry stopped. What was his name again?
"Here, let me help," Eriond said, reaching his hand out to Harry's scar.
A burning sensation went cursing through Harry and straight to his mind, nearly making him lose consciousness. Then, it came back to him. "I'm Harry Potter," he said, reaching his hand out.
"We know," Eriond said with a smile, and took his hand in acknowledgement.
"Alright, enough with the introductions," Poledra said, ending the formalities. "It's about time that we break up to the Isle of Winds."
"What's there?" Harry asked, thinking maybe he should instead have been curious about its location.
"That's where our problems will begin, my boy," she replied. "But first, the Old Wolf will have to explain some things to you."
"Old Wolf?" Harry asked, a bit uneasy.
"Don't worry," she said, her eyes flashing as she was going into the next room, "he doesn't bite. Often."

A/N: Finally! I'm gonna go celebrate the end of this chapter! You have no idea how long it took me to figure out how they were gonna get him into their world. But they will also be visiting our little 'dimension', as soon as all of the greetings and meanings and legends are out of the way. Oh dear, this is gonna be a long story, isn't it? Oh well, please don't expect anything too soon, though, our summer vacation just started, so I'll probably be posting every 2 weeks. Ok, next chapter is of course the introduction with 'everyone' else not yet mentioned to him (like I'm gonna say who) and the real action is also gonna start. I'll try to get it done before the 29th of June, so don't worry.