AN/Warnings: I just realized this story would make a near-perfect songfic for Clay Aiken's 'Invisible', and I had it stuck in my head all day. The world is coming to an end. Help me.
"If I was invisible, I could just watch you in your room. If I was invincible, I'd make you mine tonight. If hearts were unbreakable, then I could just tell you where I stand. I would be the smartest man, if I was invisible…wait, I already am."
Damn it. I must go see my doctor soon. I also realized I spelt the title wrong. I'm so good. I fixed the main title, so I'll just have to change the other part soon.
The disclaimer applies to all chapter, because I'm lazy. I've also upped the rating to PG-13, because of language. :D
I'd like to thank Sailor Grape (I love Hook, Line and Sinker. :P), Agrona Taranis, wanderingwolf and Yasmin for reviewing. It means a lot to me. :)
Fais de Beaux Rêves [Sweet Dreams] : False Reunion
It had been at least a week or two since Harry had freaked Draco Malfoy. The blonde boy seemed more tense and tired than usual. He twitched every so often, and his eyes darted around the room.
"Twitchy little ferret." Came a familiar voice from a memory.
So, one day, Harry had been innocently reading his book, when a voice cut his concentration.
"Pot…Potter?" Harry grinned at the frustrated boy, who was sitting on the couch. He took a seat next to him, and waved a hand in front of his face, just to be sure. However, the blonde still stared past him, looking for a sign of movement or magic.
"You rang?" The angel replied, and Malfoy stared almost anxiously at the empty space next to him.
"Is this just some sick joke you and Weasley are pulling?" He scowled, and Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I wish. Hello? Wasn't it all over the news? Don't you 'effing know?" Harry pressed, but Draco just shook his head.
"Know what? Potter, stop it this instant!" The frustrated heir almost yelled. Harry stood up, his hands clenched at his sides.
"Damn it, Malfoy! I'm fucking dead!" He screamed back. The fact finally hit the Angel, and it hit him hard. Draco's face was flushed with anger, and he shook the hair out of his eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
He was dead, and he was stuck with an imbecile who didn't believe him.
Harry almost screamed out loud, and stalked out of the room. Making his way to the kitchen, and stared at the huge stack of Daily Prophets near the servant's door that needed to be recycled or taken out or something. Reaching out to grab one, his hand slipped through.
"Damn it!" He hissed, pulling his hand back and pouting at the papers.
He didn't notice Malfoy come into the room, leaning against the doorway. Harry whirled around, and stared at the still pink-cheeked Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" He asked, his voice low but seething.
"Yes." The blonde responded simply.
"Would you mind getting me the paper from April second?" Harry asked, finally unclenching his hands.
"Why?" He shot back.
"Because I can't 'effing touch anything."
Draco simply took the top paper, and muttered a spell. The paper shimmered, and he held in front of him, while Harry studied it.
GIANT CERBERUS ATTACK IN GREECE! OFFICALS ATTEMPT AT COVER-UP!
Harry stared at the paper in disbelief, checking the date, which was correct. He had died the day before, Dumbledore had said so! He was Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived! The Daily Prophet made millions by just putting his name in an article!
Sighing, Harry ran a hand through is hair. Malfoy just tossed the paper back on top of the pile, and made his way towards the doorway. He stopped, one hand on the doorframe.
"Oh, and Potter?" The blonde's head turned back to where he guessed Harry was still staring.
"What is it?"
"Happy Birthday." The pale, angular face lost it's frustrated look, and his blue eyes softened slightly.
A sharp pain shot up Harry's spine, and he rolled his shoulders. It quickly faded, and then was gone.
Harry stared at the retreating figure of Draco Malfoy, and then at the newest Daily Prophet on the table. His green eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.
July 31st, 1998
"Come on, Draco, or you're going to miss the train." Narcissa clucked, holding out Draco's black cloak. He grudgingly clasped it on, and grabbed his one bag, and a black cat did figure eights around his legs.
They were jut outside the station, having just Apparated (thanks to Narcissa). Harry found he was dragged along as well.
"Come on, Echo." Draco leaned down to pick up the cat. Harry had seen it around the Mansion, but hadn't assumed it belonged to the Malfoy's. He had assumed it was a wild one or a stray.
The cat purred as the blonde ran his knuckles down her body, from head to tail.
However, what Harry hadn't expected was for the cat to peer directly at him over Draco's shoulder. Something of a catty smile seemed to flash across her lips, and Harry could of sworn she had winked.
Harry did a double-take, but the cat was now trying to gnaw off Malfoy's ear.
The train ride was highly uneventful. That nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong still tugged and nudged at Harry's mind, but otherwise, nothing bothered him. Harry simply sat on top of the train and watched the mountains, forests and plains that were soon whisked away from his vision.
Hogwarts soon loomed in the distance, like a medieval fortress. Most of the lights were lit, and the moon faintly illuminated the scene, like a dying lamp. Harry smiled at the familiar sight, realizing it was much better witnessed in crisp cold air than the confinements of the train.
When were about to arrive, Harry sank through the ceiling of the compartment that Draco Malfoy was situated. The blonde was asleep, his head against the window. His breath made foggy patches on the window.
Crabbe and Goyle were still playing Exploding Snap, unusually quiet.
Blaise Zabini sat next the blonde boy, and Pansy across with a few other Slytherin girls. In all honesty, Harry always thought that Blaise was a rather androgynous person - he had the build of a skinny teenage boy, but his longer-than-usual thin black hair and gray eyes protected by long eyelashes always made him reconsider, even if just for a second.
"We're just about here." He announced to no one. However, he was once again surprised when Blaise looked up, and gave him a half-smile.
"Thanks, Potter." He whispered. Harry gaped at the boy, who just smirked and tried to shove Malfoy awake. The boy just muttered something, and rested his head on Blaise's shoulder.
When Blaise had finally managed to get his blonde companion awake, people were already filing out of the train.
Goyle grabbed his and Draco's bags, while Crabbe packed away the Snap cards and got his own bag.
When Blaise stood up, he sighed, and Harry stared as two white wings arched up, brushing the ceiling of the train compartment. He smiled at the other angel, and waltzed off the train, poking Malfoy the entire way to make sure he didn't fall asleep.
"My God, Malfoy! What do you want me to do, carry you?"
"Yes please."
"No chance. WAKE UP!"
Harry watched as the four hopped into a carriage, but realized that the Threstrals weren't just bones now - they were real horses, all with midnight coats and manes and tails of flame. When they pawed the ground, sparks shot up, and their eyes burned blood red. Black bat-like wings arched from their shoulders, and one turned his head to call at Harry. The angel reached out a hesitant hand, and rubbed his nose with is palm. The Threstral closed his eyes, and snorted, content.
Patting the demon horse's side, Harry jumped onto the footstep of the carriage, and then onto the top.
Watching the midnight sky as they rolled towards Hogwarts, Harry realized that he hadn't seen Hermione and Ron yet. Swinging his legs anxiously, he hoped they hadn't forgotten about him.
Blaise also worried him - he had never noticed anything peculiar about the boy before. He could always ask Dumbledore later.
He grinned at the stars, who shimmered back. He was going back to Hogwarts, but he didn't have to do any schoolwork.
After the Sorting and singing the School song (which Harry noticed, Draco sang half-heartedly), the entire school sat down to eat.
Harry stared up at the staff table, from the back corner of the Hall, nearest the Slytherin table.
Dumbledore and his regal wings were plainly visible, as he chatted to Professor McGonagall on his right. He look to Dumbledore's left, where Snape was sitting, swirling the wine in his goblet. Medium-sized ashen wings rose from his back, and Harry rolled his eyes. Just how many people were already dead? He followed the line of teachers, and stared at Trelawny.
He didn't see the forty-something woman, he saw a sad twenty-something young lady. Only one wing arched, and it was tattered and ripped. The other seemed to be missing.
He caught the young Trelawny's eye, and hers widened. They soon misted over, and she just gave him a sad, funny smile. Harry shivered, and then studied the rest of the Hall, filled with students.
There was nothing peculiar at the Ravenclaw table, or at the Hufflepuff's.
Harry stared at Hermione and Ron, who were both looking around nervously. They must know that something's off. Don't they?
Draco noticed this too, and it looked as though he might actually believe Harry for once. Unless this was a very elaborate prank, but Malfoy doubted that Weasley and Potter combined had the brains for such an operation.
Then again, Gryffindors had all of the luck.
"Harry?" Said boy spun around, to meet a smiling Hufflepuff.
"Oh my God! Cedric?!" Harry resisted the urge to hug the boy he thought he killed.
The boy shook his head, and laughed.
"You can't kill me off that easily, Potter." He reached behind him to itch the vein of his left wing.
Harry had to say that it felt as though a huge load had been lifted from his chest. He even seemed to breathe easier - the fact that Cedric was right in front of him was pure oxygen itself.
Cedric waved, and walked back over to the Hufflepuff table, which he looked at with a painful longing.
Hannah Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchy laughed, while talking to a red-faced first year. They were totally oblivious to the fact that their lost housemate was watching with a smile.
The Bloody Baron hovered in the air next to him, grinning.
"Welcome to the afterlife in the mortal realm, Mr. Potter." Harry hesitantly shook his hand, his phantom skin ice cold.
"Yeah, it's been a blast so far. I can't touch anything."
The Baron cackled, attracting the attention of one Draco Malfoy.
Through the silvery transparent veil of the Bloody Baron, he thought, if for only a second, he saw Harry Potter.
Blinking twice, both were gone, if they had been there in the first place. The Baron was terrorizing a group of first years, and the corner where he had been was empty.
Harry wandered into Dumbledore's office, after slipping through the entrance.
The old man was staring at his bookcase, before Harry coughed. He turned around, and smiled.
"Harry! What a pleasant surprise." He chuckled, and Harry had a feeling very few things surprised Dumbledore.
"Yeah. Um, but, Professor, why won't Malfoy believe that I'm dead? I went into a dream of his once, and he told me I was dead." Harry stopped, having confused himself.
Dumbledore sat down at his desk, a now grave look on his face.
"And, to top it all off, not even the Daily Prophet has said anything? What's going on?!"
Dumbledore stroked his beard for a moment, before beginning to speak.
"Harry. Everyone who was in Hogsmeade or a nearby area on April 1st, 1998 had their memories of that day erased, so no one could tell the Daily Prophet about it. As for Mr. Malfoy's dream, I suppose it was just a fluke." The Headmaster rubbed his temples, and he suddenly looked very old and tired.
"Erased? WHAT? Well, where does everyone thing I am? Ron and Hermione-"
"I sent them an Owl two days after. They believe I've taken you to train as an Auror, and they'll probably never see you again."
"Oh, well, that's just great." Harry huffed.
"It was necessary, Harry. Because of how you died-"
"NO! I don't want to hear it! Just - Oh, God, I don't know." Harry stormed out of Dumbledore's office, his face red.
Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, and Fawkes came to rest on his shoulder. The phoenix cooed softly, his ebony eyes glistening.
"Oh, don't cry, Fawkes." Dumbledore scratched the fiery bird's head.
The phoenix's feathers suddenly dulled, and he burst into ashes, which scattered through the Headmaster's office.
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End of Chapter Notes: Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma, wasn't with it when it was over…
Yes. Anyway, wasn't that fun? I have a very moody Harry Potter on my hands. I hadn't planned to make Blaise an angel, and Trelawny was just something that attacked my mind while I was writing this.
Things to look forward to and/or think about until the next chapter:
-Harry knows that he's dead, and when he died, but he doesn't remember how.
-I think I might have a little part with Voldie. He rocks.
-Cats.
-We sneak into the Slytherin dorms. Slytherins are sexier. ;)
-SEVVIE! We love him. Maybe an explanation on why his wings are gray.
-Explanation on Angel Ranks, or why Dumbledore, Snape and Trelawny can interact with the mortal world and Harry can't.
-I can be your heeeeeroooo baby! Um…Draco delves further than he wanted to when he tries to figure out if Harry really is dead.
-The Revenge of Peeves - after two movies without being shown, Peeves decides to extract his revenge in this fic. I've decided to have a whole load of fun with Peeves.
-Mm, I might skip forward to Halloween and then Christmas. Any suggestions?
Until next time, listen to the voices! And may slashy thoughts be with you always.
