*Well, the wait is over! The Day has arrived. Yeah.none of you are that
excited about this huh? Oh well. I wrote more! Finally! It's very short I
warn you. I own nothing except for the stuff I made up yaddah yaddah. Oh!
And a special thanks to Daroga's Rainy Daae, and Pache who have encouraged
me to write more all of this time. Lavah to you!
And now the story.
Chapter 4: Only In Dreams
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, a feeling of dread and panic inside of him. He shook himself, it was just a dream, any idiot could see that he was safe in his bed. Safe in the comfortable house of his two best friends. Safe, because the only one who had ever really hurt him was dead. Harry climbed out of bed and ambled to the kitchen for a drink of water.
"It was just a dream." He told him self repeatedly, "Just a dream."
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"Harry you're being stupid." He thought. "Voldemort died, you know that, you were there. Suck it up and go back to bed."
He wandered back into his room and wrapped himself back up in the blankets. Soon, with fleeting memories of the day Voldemort had been defeated in his head he fell back into the deep sleep, which had brought him the troublesome dreams in the first place.
Red eyes flashed into his sleeping sight, only to be quickly replaced by a ghostly image of Azkaban prison. White blond hair, then piercing ice blue eyes. Then finally a single black rose falling towards green grass coated in puddles of crimson blood.
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His first sighting of Azkaban prison stole Draco's breath from him. It was immense, and you could feel the total absence of happiness as if it were tangible, as if at any moment you would cease to exist from the sheer weight of it upon your soul. The only thing that gave him strength to stay in this hellish place was the promise of his father, being able to see him once more, to hear his voice, and maybe to receive what Lucius rarely gave, the warm embrace of a father as can only be given to his son.
Following closely behind Quentin, Draco made his way up to the prison. Occasionally one of the Dementors would float by, but they never did pay any attention to Quentin, or those behind him.
Draco felt the dread inside of him stronger than he had ever before. Beyond the door that Quentin now held open there was no happiness, no light, only painful memories and dark. Quentin placed his hand on Draco's shoulder as to re-assure him that he was there and nothing would go wrong.
Timidly Draco placed a foot inside of the prison, and then he drew the other in with it. Slowly, one step at a time, Draco made his way into the prison. Quentin followed, and as soon as it was possible, he shut the door behind Draco.
"Come now men! Follow closely." Quentin called to the others, who had already made it into the prison.
Through winding hallways of damned souls the made their way as quickly as they could, but not so quickly that they could not see those who were already damned, those who they might join one day.
"Here it is." Quentin said walking to the door of the room that Lucius was being kept in. Far too dangerous a criminal to be kept in a cell like the rest, he had stayed alone in this room for over four years. "Come Draco." Quentin said quietly, "We'll enter together."
*Oh! Such a tease I am. Don't worry.it won't be another six months until you see something else.I just wanted to spark your interest a bit and get my flow back for this story. More to come soon!
And now the story.
Chapter 4: Only In Dreams
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, a feeling of dread and panic inside of him. He shook himself, it was just a dream, any idiot could see that he was safe in his bed. Safe in the comfortable house of his two best friends. Safe, because the only one who had ever really hurt him was dead. Harry climbed out of bed and ambled to the kitchen for a drink of water.
"It was just a dream." He told him self repeatedly, "Just a dream."
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"Harry you're being stupid." He thought. "Voldemort died, you know that, you were there. Suck it up and go back to bed."
He wandered back into his room and wrapped himself back up in the blankets. Soon, with fleeting memories of the day Voldemort had been defeated in his head he fell back into the deep sleep, which had brought him the troublesome dreams in the first place.
Red eyes flashed into his sleeping sight, only to be quickly replaced by a ghostly image of Azkaban prison. White blond hair, then piercing ice blue eyes. Then finally a single black rose falling towards green grass coated in puddles of crimson blood.
**************************************************************************** ****
His first sighting of Azkaban prison stole Draco's breath from him. It was immense, and you could feel the total absence of happiness as if it were tangible, as if at any moment you would cease to exist from the sheer weight of it upon your soul. The only thing that gave him strength to stay in this hellish place was the promise of his father, being able to see him once more, to hear his voice, and maybe to receive what Lucius rarely gave, the warm embrace of a father as can only be given to his son.
Following closely behind Quentin, Draco made his way up to the prison. Occasionally one of the Dementors would float by, but they never did pay any attention to Quentin, or those behind him.
Draco felt the dread inside of him stronger than he had ever before. Beyond the door that Quentin now held open there was no happiness, no light, only painful memories and dark. Quentin placed his hand on Draco's shoulder as to re-assure him that he was there and nothing would go wrong.
Timidly Draco placed a foot inside of the prison, and then he drew the other in with it. Slowly, one step at a time, Draco made his way into the prison. Quentin followed, and as soon as it was possible, he shut the door behind Draco.
"Come now men! Follow closely." Quentin called to the others, who had already made it into the prison.
Through winding hallways of damned souls the made their way as quickly as they could, but not so quickly that they could not see those who were already damned, those who they might join one day.
"Here it is." Quentin said walking to the door of the room that Lucius was being kept in. Far too dangerous a criminal to be kept in a cell like the rest, he had stayed alone in this room for over four years. "Come Draco." Quentin said quietly, "We'll enter together."
*Oh! Such a tease I am. Don't worry.it won't be another six months until you see something else.I just wanted to spark your interest a bit and get my flow back for this story. More to come soon!