Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
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Hey all. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. ^^;;
I've been real busy this week, and my teachers have been working me mercilessly. God forbid I breathe without them telling me to....
Thanks for all the reviews!!!!!!!
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Chapter Four: Of Hidden Meanings and Forgotten Friends
Mist swirled around the endless plain, hiding all of the landscape except for the few bold black mounds that could be made out. Dew hung in the air, keeping the cold atmosphere wet and heavy. Glasses didn't seem to help sight; instead, the damp air clung to them, blending the fog in to one gray mass. Harry stood among the mist, watching it whirl in circles, arcs, twirls, and wavy lines. He was lost. Lost in the creation of his mind.
"Who am I kidding?" he sighed. "I've been lost my whole life."
Direction didn't matter, it was all the same. Everywhere was nowhere. Harry stretched his arm out and grasped at the fog. It was cool in his hand, tickling his now open fingers as it traveled around them. The little disturbance his movement created ended as the mist covered his hand, blocking it from sight.
"I'm sick, aren't I?" he asked himself. "Very sick."
He started to walk again. Where to? Anywhere. Everywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere. Not that it mattered much. This was a dream. It wouldn't take him anywhere real.
As soon as those thoughts left his head, the mist parted. Sand covered the ground, his now-bare feet played with each grain. It felt good to feel something besides the coldness in the clouds.
Looking around, he discovered a lake surrounded by mountains on the opposite bank. A boat was pulled ashore, it's oars placed beside it in the sand. It would have been a beautiful sight had everything not been all gray and dreary. Next to the boat was a tree with the brightest red apples Harry had ever seen. He made his way over to pick an apple. However, as his fingers touched the apple, it changed into a clock.
"A clock?" he asked dubiously.
The minute hand steadily turned counter clockwise. And just as the hours went back in time, so did the day. Light began to recede; the moon and stars twinkled in the sky for seconds before the sun crept over the horizon. Harry looked down at the brass clock. It was now a full 24 hours earlier. His eyes widened and he gasped as the clock started to melt, dripping through the gaps between his fingers. And it burned like he had stuck his hand into a fire. But it was just a fake sensation, and soon it didn't burn anymore. Looking up, Harry noticed that all the apples had changed to clocks and were now melting.
The sun was high in the sky, lighting the dark beach. Harry almost cried out as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Dumbledore looking down at him.
"Dumbledore! Oh thank gods you're here."
Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry then gazed up at the sky, motioning for Harry to do so to.
Speaking to Harry he said, "You're not the sun, it's just a light."
When Harry looked back to ask Dumbledore what he meant, he was nowhere to be found. Harry twirled around in a circle. Where could Dumbledore have gone? Sighing, Harry turned around and walked into a body.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Ron in a hug. "I'm glad you're here. Dumbledore just upped and left on me."
Ron nodded his head and looked away. Turning back to Harry, his features hardened, wiping the smile from Harry's face.
"Don't think 'cos I understand, I care. Don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends."
"Ron..wha--" Just as Harry started, Ron was gone.
Harry stood stark still. What was going on? Looking down the beach he noticed a body coming towards him.
"Hermione! She'll know what's up," he whispered to himself.
Running up to her, he was about to speak when she put her finger to his lips and shook her head 'no'.
"You can't escape what makes you tragic."
She then turned away from Harry. He ran after her calling out, "No! Wait," but she disappeared from view.
What did it all mean? The melting clocks, Dumbledore, Ron, and now Hermione. Who else?
But no one came.
Harry sat restlessly for an hour under the tree. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and got up. He picked up the oars and pushed the boat into the water, hopping in. It was nice, directing the boat to where he wanted it to go. Having control over something.
His musings were soon stopped, however. Turning around he saw Seamus blocking his way. But what was he standing on?
Unsure of that to do, Harry smiled weakly at Seamus. Seamus, in turn, smiled brightly at Harry. Reassured at the new turn of events, Harry started to speak, only to be cut off by Seamus.
"The shallow waters you come upon, show you how empty your life truly is."
Oh. That was nice, thought Harry.
Seamus smiled brightly and tipped the boat over, sending himself and Harry tumbling into the water. After flailing his arms around, Harry realized the he wasn't moving towards the surface. Looking down, he saw Seamus holding onto his foot, still smiling. Harry was loosing air, and he new that any moment he would pass out. Just as darkness started to cloud his vision, Harry was lifted out of the water. Choking, he barely noticed that he was on the beach again. Once he caught his breath, he looked up, only to choke again. Snape was looking at him with the worst sneer ever on his face.
"I take it you're my emptiness," Harry raised an eyebrow to Snape.
"Very good, Potter. One million points from Gryffindor."
/It's a dream. A dream. Just a dream./ Harry repeated the mantra in his head, trying to get over the shock of the all too real acting and looking Snape taking away that many points.
"I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile. I can give you death with the look upon my sullen face." With that Snape disappeared.
"WHAT THE HELL DOES ALL THIS MEAN?!" Harry yelled into the darkness.
The mist had come back, denser and thicker than before. Instead of acting like the cooling blanket as it had, it started to suffocate Harry. Running from the growing fog as fast as he could, Harry tripped over a form on the ground. He was about to get up and sprint when a groan reached his ears. Feeling along the ground, Harry's hands soon felt clothing. Leaning close to the body to see who it was, Harry gasped in surprise. Draco was lying on the ground, bleeding from a wound that Harry couldn't seem to find.
Holding back tears, Harry shook Draco, hoping to wake him. Draco's eyes fluttered open and settled on Harry's distraught face. "Harry," he forced out, smiling.
"Draco, don't speak. What happened, how?"
"What do you think of me now? So lucky. So strong. So proud." Draco wiped away a single tear that leaked from Harry's eye. "Never said thank you for that. Now I never will."
Draco's eyes dulled, his form stilling in Harry's arms.
"Oh gods, no. Please no. C'mon Draco. No!" Harry ran and ran.
He didn't stop running when invisible hands grasped at him and ripped his clothes. He didn't stop when he heard Sirius whisper, "Dominate your fear," in his ear.
He stopped for nothing.
What seemed like hours later, Harry slowed to a jog. There weren't any more whispers or hands grabbing at him. He was alone. Finally alone.
Resting against a wall that appeared, Harry sunk to the ground; Draco's lifeless eyes burning in his head. Sobbing racked his frame. He just wanted it all to stop. His friend's morbid statements, Draco's blood on his hands, the cold eating from his inside.
And suddenly it was warm. Comforting warm to his grieving heart. His tears stopped and he stood, holding his arms to his chest, cradling this new feeling. He heard his name whispered from a familiar, yet foreign voice, and moved toward it, smiling.
Harry went rigid for a moment as a fire blazed through his body, then opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing.
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
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Hey all. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. ^^;;
I've been real busy this week, and my teachers have been working me mercilessly. God forbid I breathe without them telling me to....
Thanks for all the reviews!!!!!!!
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Chapter Four: Of Hidden Meanings and Forgotten Friends
Mist swirled around the endless plain, hiding all of the landscape except for the few bold black mounds that could be made out. Dew hung in the air, keeping the cold atmosphere wet and heavy. Glasses didn't seem to help sight; instead, the damp air clung to them, blending the fog in to one gray mass. Harry stood among the mist, watching it whirl in circles, arcs, twirls, and wavy lines. He was lost. Lost in the creation of his mind.
"Who am I kidding?" he sighed. "I've been lost my whole life."
Direction didn't matter, it was all the same. Everywhere was nowhere. Harry stretched his arm out and grasped at the fog. It was cool in his hand, tickling his now open fingers as it traveled around them. The little disturbance his movement created ended as the mist covered his hand, blocking it from sight.
"I'm sick, aren't I?" he asked himself. "Very sick."
He started to walk again. Where to? Anywhere. Everywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere. Not that it mattered much. This was a dream. It wouldn't take him anywhere real.
As soon as those thoughts left his head, the mist parted. Sand covered the ground, his now-bare feet played with each grain. It felt good to feel something besides the coldness in the clouds.
Looking around, he discovered a lake surrounded by mountains on the opposite bank. A boat was pulled ashore, it's oars placed beside it in the sand. It would have been a beautiful sight had everything not been all gray and dreary. Next to the boat was a tree with the brightest red apples Harry had ever seen. He made his way over to pick an apple. However, as his fingers touched the apple, it changed into a clock.
"A clock?" he asked dubiously.
The minute hand steadily turned counter clockwise. And just as the hours went back in time, so did the day. Light began to recede; the moon and stars twinkled in the sky for seconds before the sun crept over the horizon. Harry looked down at the brass clock. It was now a full 24 hours earlier. His eyes widened and he gasped as the clock started to melt, dripping through the gaps between his fingers. And it burned like he had stuck his hand into a fire. But it was just a fake sensation, and soon it didn't burn anymore. Looking up, Harry noticed that all the apples had changed to clocks and were now melting.
The sun was high in the sky, lighting the dark beach. Harry almost cried out as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Dumbledore looking down at him.
"Dumbledore! Oh thank gods you're here."
Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry then gazed up at the sky, motioning for Harry to do so to.
Speaking to Harry he said, "You're not the sun, it's just a light."
When Harry looked back to ask Dumbledore what he meant, he was nowhere to be found. Harry twirled around in a circle. Where could Dumbledore have gone? Sighing, Harry turned around and walked into a body.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Ron in a hug. "I'm glad you're here. Dumbledore just upped and left on me."
Ron nodded his head and looked away. Turning back to Harry, his features hardened, wiping the smile from Harry's face.
"Don't think 'cos I understand, I care. Don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends."
"Ron..wha--" Just as Harry started, Ron was gone.
Harry stood stark still. What was going on? Looking down the beach he noticed a body coming towards him.
"Hermione! She'll know what's up," he whispered to himself.
Running up to her, he was about to speak when she put her finger to his lips and shook her head 'no'.
"You can't escape what makes you tragic."
She then turned away from Harry. He ran after her calling out, "No! Wait," but she disappeared from view.
What did it all mean? The melting clocks, Dumbledore, Ron, and now Hermione. Who else?
But no one came.
Harry sat restlessly for an hour under the tree. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and got up. He picked up the oars and pushed the boat into the water, hopping in. It was nice, directing the boat to where he wanted it to go. Having control over something.
His musings were soon stopped, however. Turning around he saw Seamus blocking his way. But what was he standing on?
Unsure of that to do, Harry smiled weakly at Seamus. Seamus, in turn, smiled brightly at Harry. Reassured at the new turn of events, Harry started to speak, only to be cut off by Seamus.
"The shallow waters you come upon, show you how empty your life truly is."
Oh. That was nice, thought Harry.
Seamus smiled brightly and tipped the boat over, sending himself and Harry tumbling into the water. After flailing his arms around, Harry realized the he wasn't moving towards the surface. Looking down, he saw Seamus holding onto his foot, still smiling. Harry was loosing air, and he new that any moment he would pass out. Just as darkness started to cloud his vision, Harry was lifted out of the water. Choking, he barely noticed that he was on the beach again. Once he caught his breath, he looked up, only to choke again. Snape was looking at him with the worst sneer ever on his face.
"I take it you're my emptiness," Harry raised an eyebrow to Snape.
"Very good, Potter. One million points from Gryffindor."
/It's a dream. A dream. Just a dream./ Harry repeated the mantra in his head, trying to get over the shock of the all too real acting and looking Snape taking away that many points.
"I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile. I can give you death with the look upon my sullen face." With that Snape disappeared.
"WHAT THE HELL DOES ALL THIS MEAN?!" Harry yelled into the darkness.
The mist had come back, denser and thicker than before. Instead of acting like the cooling blanket as it had, it started to suffocate Harry. Running from the growing fog as fast as he could, Harry tripped over a form on the ground. He was about to get up and sprint when a groan reached his ears. Feeling along the ground, Harry's hands soon felt clothing. Leaning close to the body to see who it was, Harry gasped in surprise. Draco was lying on the ground, bleeding from a wound that Harry couldn't seem to find.
Holding back tears, Harry shook Draco, hoping to wake him. Draco's eyes fluttered open and settled on Harry's distraught face. "Harry," he forced out, smiling.
"Draco, don't speak. What happened, how?"
"What do you think of me now? So lucky. So strong. So proud." Draco wiped away a single tear that leaked from Harry's eye. "Never said thank you for that. Now I never will."
Draco's eyes dulled, his form stilling in Harry's arms.
"Oh gods, no. Please no. C'mon Draco. No!" Harry ran and ran.
He didn't stop running when invisible hands grasped at him and ripped his clothes. He didn't stop when he heard Sirius whisper, "Dominate your fear," in his ear.
He stopped for nothing.
What seemed like hours later, Harry slowed to a jog. There weren't any more whispers or hands grabbing at him. He was alone. Finally alone.
Resting against a wall that appeared, Harry sunk to the ground; Draco's lifeless eyes burning in his head. Sobbing racked his frame. He just wanted it all to stop. His friend's morbid statements, Draco's blood on his hands, the cold eating from his inside.
And suddenly it was warm. Comforting warm to his grieving heart. His tears stopped and he stood, holding his arms to his chest, cradling this new feeling. He heard his name whispered from a familiar, yet foreign voice, and moved toward it, smiling.
Harry went rigid for a moment as a fire blazed through his body, then opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing.