Finding Faeries
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Except for Thistle and Lilith none of the characters belong to me.
The Harry Potter cast and world belong to J.K. Rowling and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland belong to Lewis Carroll.
Note: This fanfic is slightly AU. It takes place in Harry's sixth year and Voldie is
dead. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Draco awoke slowly, his mind floating up through many layers of
warmth and fuzziness. He snuggled closer to the warm body he held in his
arms, drinking in their sweet scent. A small giggle from the other side of the
bed brought Draco's mind down to earth.
He looked at the person he held in his arms and froze.
'How the bloody hell did he get over here?' Draco thought as he
stared at Harry, who was sleeping peacefully.
There was a small giggle again. Draco looked up to see Thistle and
the cat, Lilith watching him with curiosity and amusement in their eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Draco growled at them as he carefully
detached himself from Harry.
Thistle smiled at him and stuck her tongue before bouncing off the
bed and dashing in to the bathroom. Draco glared at the bathroom door
and then, with a sigh, went over to the dresser to pull out his uniform and
robes. As he did this he also got out Harry's uniform and what he believed to
be Thistle's.
"Merrrow?"
Draco looked down to see Lilith rubbing against his pajama-clad
leg.
"Hello, kitty." Draco said with a small smile.
He squatted down and started to pet the cat, who purred loudly
in absolute delight.
"Lilith likes you," said a sweet voice behind him.
Draco jumped slightly in surprise and looked behind him to see a
very wet, dripping Thistle with only a towel wrapped around her waist.
Draco quickly fought down his blush and trained his eyes on the girl's face.
"Really?" he asked politely in response to her statement.
"Yep!" Thistle said with a large smile, "She never lets anyone pet her
if she doesn't like them."
Draco smiled a little and nodded. That made sense.
"Does she like Harry?" he asked, glancing over at the sleeping boy.
"Yep, she loovvees him!" Thistle giggled, "I'll go wake him up and
tell him!"
"Get dried and dressed first, please." Draco said quickly, pointing to
her clothes. "I don't Harry would like to be woken up by a wet, towel-clad
child."
Thistle frowned a bit, then nodded. Draco sighed silently in relief.
"I'll be in the bathroom then." he said as he stood up and went
into the bathroom, taking his clothes with him.
Harry was dreaming of the girl, Thistle. She was dressed like the
Alice from the book written by Lewis Carroll. But instead of blue and white,
her dress and pinafore were pale violet and black.
"Hello Harry," she said smiling gently.
"Hello," said Harry feeling rather confused.
Thistle held out her hand and Harry clasped it firmly. They were
suddenly in a room full of mirrors. They were not ordinary mirrors for the glass
was black like obsidian. There was a slight electrical tension in the air, like
before a summer storm.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as he looked around the room.
Thistle slipped her hand out of Harry's and turned to face him. Her
cheerful expression replaced by a serious but sad one.
"We're in the center of your mind, Harry. These mirrors hold your
memories." she said.
"Does everyone's mind look like this?" Harry asked, looking slightly
startled.
Thistle gave him a sad look and then looked away from him, her
eyes trained on one of the dark mirrors. She heaved a great sigh and then
shook her head.
"No, Harry. There are only seven humans in this world whose minds
look like this. Four of them are already dead."
"Who are the other six besides myself?" Harry asked.
Thistle turned and smiled at Harry. He noticed that her clothing
had changed and that she looked like the Mad Hatter. Her eyes sparkled
with an unholy kind of glee, making Harry feeling very uncomfortable.
"Sorry, I can not tell you who they are. But you can find out who
they are by yourself, or maybe with a little help." she said.
"B-but..." Harry stammered feeling rather confused.
"But nothing!" Thistle said as she pulled out a silver pocket watch,
"Oh, my! Look at the time! It's time for you to go."
Thistle smiled and clapped her hands twice.
"Wait!" Harry cried in alarm as a big, black, gaping hole appeared
beneath his feet.
"Good bye!" Thistle called cheerfully as Harry fell into the black
oblivion.
Harry was falling, falling ,falling. He felt as though something was
pressing upon his chest, making it hard to breathe.
'Help!' he screamed silently, closing his eyes tightly. 'Please help.'
"Harry? HARRY!" a voice yelled, "It's time to wake up."
Harry stopped falling. He slowly opened his eyes, the quickly closed
them with a groan.
"Harryyyy..." Thistle said while bouncing on Harry's chest, "Wake up!"
Harry moaned and sat up, making Thistle slid off his chest with an
'Oomph!'. He looked around the room, then squinted at Thistle, who was
wearing a variation of the Hogwarts uniform. The skirt was slightly longer, the
robes only reached her knees, the dress shirt had a peter pan collar and her
tie was pale violet and black stripes.
"Where's Draco?" he asked as he stretched. The dream had already
faded from his mind.
"He's in the bathroom." Thistle giggled as Lilith jumped up on the
bed and began to clean Harry's face.
"Greeaatt," Harry yawned as he picked up Lilith and got off the bed.
"Awake?" Draco asked as he came fully dressed out ofthe bathroom.
"Unfourtunalty, yes." Harry said as he picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later Harry came out of the bathroom, cleaned,
dressed and almost fully awake.
"Let's go eat!" Thistle said as she jumped around on the bed.
Harry and Draco smiled slightly.
"Let's go then," Draco said as he picked up Lilith, who purred in content.
Thistle jumped up off the bed and scrambled over to Harry,
grabbing his hand. With her other hand clasping one of Hazel's cloth hands,
she extended the doll's other hand to Draco who took it.
Both Harry and Draco felt an odd, warm jolt go through their bodies as the exited their room and headed down to the Great Hall.
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Sorry if the story seems to be going really slow. -_-; Don't worry about why
things are the way they are ether because you'll find out soon. ^_^
Moowhahahah! Till next time!
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Except for Thistle and Lilith none of the characters belong to me.
The Harry Potter cast and world belong to J.K. Rowling and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland belong to Lewis Carroll.
Note: This fanfic is slightly AU. It takes place in Harry's sixth year and Voldie is
dead. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Draco awoke slowly, his mind floating up through many layers of
warmth and fuzziness. He snuggled closer to the warm body he held in his
arms, drinking in their sweet scent. A small giggle from the other side of the
bed brought Draco's mind down to earth.
He looked at the person he held in his arms and froze.
'How the bloody hell did he get over here?' Draco thought as he
stared at Harry, who was sleeping peacefully.
There was a small giggle again. Draco looked up to see Thistle and
the cat, Lilith watching him with curiosity and amusement in their eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Draco growled at them as he carefully
detached himself from Harry.
Thistle smiled at him and stuck her tongue before bouncing off the
bed and dashing in to the bathroom. Draco glared at the bathroom door
and then, with a sigh, went over to the dresser to pull out his uniform and
robes. As he did this he also got out Harry's uniform and what he believed to
be Thistle's.
"Merrrow?"
Draco looked down to see Lilith rubbing against his pajama-clad
leg.
"Hello, kitty." Draco said with a small smile.
He squatted down and started to pet the cat, who purred loudly
in absolute delight.
"Lilith likes you," said a sweet voice behind him.
Draco jumped slightly in surprise and looked behind him to see a
very wet, dripping Thistle with only a towel wrapped around her waist.
Draco quickly fought down his blush and trained his eyes on the girl's face.
"Really?" he asked politely in response to her statement.
"Yep!" Thistle said with a large smile, "She never lets anyone pet her
if she doesn't like them."
Draco smiled a little and nodded. That made sense.
"Does she like Harry?" he asked, glancing over at the sleeping boy.
"Yep, she loovvees him!" Thistle giggled, "I'll go wake him up and
tell him!"
"Get dried and dressed first, please." Draco said quickly, pointing to
her clothes. "I don't Harry would like to be woken up by a wet, towel-clad
child."
Thistle frowned a bit, then nodded. Draco sighed silently in relief.
"I'll be in the bathroom then." he said as he stood up and went
into the bathroom, taking his clothes with him.
Harry was dreaming of the girl, Thistle. She was dressed like the
Alice from the book written by Lewis Carroll. But instead of blue and white,
her dress and pinafore were pale violet and black.
"Hello Harry," she said smiling gently.
"Hello," said Harry feeling rather confused.
Thistle held out her hand and Harry clasped it firmly. They were
suddenly in a room full of mirrors. They were not ordinary mirrors for the glass
was black like obsidian. There was a slight electrical tension in the air, like
before a summer storm.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as he looked around the room.
Thistle slipped her hand out of Harry's and turned to face him. Her
cheerful expression replaced by a serious but sad one.
"We're in the center of your mind, Harry. These mirrors hold your
memories." she said.
"Does everyone's mind look like this?" Harry asked, looking slightly
startled.
Thistle gave him a sad look and then looked away from him, her
eyes trained on one of the dark mirrors. She heaved a great sigh and then
shook her head.
"No, Harry. There are only seven humans in this world whose minds
look like this. Four of them are already dead."
"Who are the other six besides myself?" Harry asked.
Thistle turned and smiled at Harry. He noticed that her clothing
had changed and that she looked like the Mad Hatter. Her eyes sparkled
with an unholy kind of glee, making Harry feeling very uncomfortable.
"Sorry, I can not tell you who they are. But you can find out who
they are by yourself, or maybe with a little help." she said.
"B-but..." Harry stammered feeling rather confused.
"But nothing!" Thistle said as she pulled out a silver pocket watch,
"Oh, my! Look at the time! It's time for you to go."
Thistle smiled and clapped her hands twice.
"Wait!" Harry cried in alarm as a big, black, gaping hole appeared
beneath his feet.
"Good bye!" Thistle called cheerfully as Harry fell into the black
oblivion.
Harry was falling, falling ,falling. He felt as though something was
pressing upon his chest, making it hard to breathe.
'Help!' he screamed silently, closing his eyes tightly. 'Please help.'
"Harry? HARRY!" a voice yelled, "It's time to wake up."
Harry stopped falling. He slowly opened his eyes, the quickly closed
them with a groan.
"Harryyyy..." Thistle said while bouncing on Harry's chest, "Wake up!"
Harry moaned and sat up, making Thistle slid off his chest with an
'Oomph!'. He looked around the room, then squinted at Thistle, who was
wearing a variation of the Hogwarts uniform. The skirt was slightly longer, the
robes only reached her knees, the dress shirt had a peter pan collar and her
tie was pale violet and black stripes.
"Where's Draco?" he asked as he stretched. The dream had already
faded from his mind.
"He's in the bathroom." Thistle giggled as Lilith jumped up on the
bed and began to clean Harry's face.
"Greeaatt," Harry yawned as he picked up Lilith and got off the bed.
"Awake?" Draco asked as he came fully dressed out ofthe bathroom.
"Unfourtunalty, yes." Harry said as he picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later Harry came out of the bathroom, cleaned,
dressed and almost fully awake.
"Let's go eat!" Thistle said as she jumped around on the bed.
Harry and Draco smiled slightly.
"Let's go then," Draco said as he picked up Lilith, who purred in content.
Thistle jumped up off the bed and scrambled over to Harry,
grabbing his hand. With her other hand clasping one of Hazel's cloth hands,
she extended the doll's other hand to Draco who took it.
Both Harry and Draco felt an odd, warm jolt go through their bodies as the exited their room and headed down to the Great Hall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry if the story seems to be going really slow. -_-; Don't worry about why
things are the way they are ether because you'll find out soon. ^_^
Moowhahahah! Till next time!