As Harry stumbled down the hall, using the wall as support, he
considered the idea that he'd had too many drinks.
"Nah." He snorted, and found the door in which Harry Potter was elegantly carved He opened the door and collapsed on the bed within.
"Ok...maybe just a few too many drinks. Gonna have a monster hang over to....morrow." Harry mumbled under his breathe before completely passing out.
Harry was dreaming, nightmares mixed in with sweet fantasies, memories, pains and pleasures.
'He is in detention with Draco for breaking out in a small wizard duel during defense against the dark arts class. Harry is trying not to notice Draco, and pretending to read a book he'd found in the desk. Draco walks swiftly over and pulls the book from his hand. Draco chuckles, and throws the book to the floor.
"Another romantic novel full of heaving bosoms and undestroyable love." he scoffs, "Something any housewife would need."
"Don't you believe in love?" The question is so frank it catches Draco off-guard, forcing him to answer seriously.
"Not in the typical sense, no. I don't believe there's one person in the whole fucking world that could make me happy. I believe love is an emotion, and no emotion lasts forever."
"No," Harry agrees questly, "But it always lingers in the back of your head. Every emotion you've ever felt, you still feel, only fainter right?" Draco looks away.
"No." An uneasy silence settles around them, and they're eyes refuse to meet for the rest of the hour.'
Harry moans and rolls over, his dreams swiftly changing course, darkening.
' He is before Voldemort in all his power, quaking with rage at this thing that has made his life such hell.
"I hate you! He screams and throws his wand at the creature. The wand hits the dark lord's face and he combusts into a million fiery explosions. Harry can hear the horrible shrieks of pain fade away and now it's day. He's in the commons, where he shares his first kiss with Draco. He sees himself from a corner, sees Draco throw an insult at him but is too far away to hear. His younger face and Draco glare at each other, moving closer until their anger has faded and their lips are pressed together.'
"...No!" Harry yelled, waking himself up, panting and sweating. "Gods." He muttered, and rubbed his eyes. "Is it morning already?" His question was answered by the hesitant knock on his door. Harry held his breath...it couldn't be...?
"Yes?" His voice only squeaked slightly, and the door opened so slowly...
"Harry aren't you dressed yet? Come on your going to miss breakfast!" Harry let out his breath, and told himself he wasn't disappointed.
"All right Hermione I'll meet you down there." He collapsed back onto the bed and sighed.
"Whoa Harry, you look like shite." Ron greeted him, and Harry smiled ruefully.
"Yeah...probly had a few too many last night." He patted his stomach and Ron grinned in return. Harry felt releved that the earlier tension had dissolved. Maybe Hermione had probably talked him out of his jealousy. Harry took a piece of bacon and bit into it, looking forward to packing and going back home. His safe, Draco free home.
"Ladies and gentle wizards may I have your attention please?" Everyone stopped and looked to Dumbledore, eager for the goodbye speech. Harry frowned. Dumbledore had that fogged-over troubled look in his eyes. Harry hadn't seen that since his last year in Hogwarts when...
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." Now there was a deadly silence in the room. Harry felt the edge of panic in his conscious, and told himself not to freak, that this was something silly, like maybe they were out of pancakes or something...It didn't work. Years of assuming the worst and being right had made their mark on him.
"I seems that He Who Cannot Be Named is not dead after all, and that he is somewhere in the school." Harry's heart didn't skip this time. It stopped cold. He choked for a moment on his bacon, but coughed it back up after a hard pounding on the back from Ron. Dumbledore continued. "We have informed the wizards council and they have requested that we all stay here. There are dementors on the way as we speak, and He who Cannot be Named will be found. Until then, I suggest that you stay together..." The time that Harry stopped hearing what Dumbledore was saying, was around the same time that he noticed everyone's eyes on him. They were eyes of terror, eyes full of questions, but worse of all they were eyes shooting silent accusations at him 'You weren't good enough you didn't save us you failed your no hero didn't fulfill your destiny' were the thoughts he could almost hear coming from them.
Harry stood, and stumbled out of the room, suddenly unable to breathe.
"Nah." He snorted, and found the door in which Harry Potter was elegantly carved He opened the door and collapsed on the bed within.
"Ok...maybe just a few too many drinks. Gonna have a monster hang over to....morrow." Harry mumbled under his breathe before completely passing out.
Harry was dreaming, nightmares mixed in with sweet fantasies, memories, pains and pleasures.
'He is in detention with Draco for breaking out in a small wizard duel during defense against the dark arts class. Harry is trying not to notice Draco, and pretending to read a book he'd found in the desk. Draco walks swiftly over and pulls the book from his hand. Draco chuckles, and throws the book to the floor.
"Another romantic novel full of heaving bosoms and undestroyable love." he scoffs, "Something any housewife would need."
"Don't you believe in love?" The question is so frank it catches Draco off-guard, forcing him to answer seriously.
"Not in the typical sense, no. I don't believe there's one person in the whole fucking world that could make me happy. I believe love is an emotion, and no emotion lasts forever."
"No," Harry agrees questly, "But it always lingers in the back of your head. Every emotion you've ever felt, you still feel, only fainter right?" Draco looks away.
"No." An uneasy silence settles around them, and they're eyes refuse to meet for the rest of the hour.'
Harry moans and rolls over, his dreams swiftly changing course, darkening.
' He is before Voldemort in all his power, quaking with rage at this thing that has made his life such hell.
"I hate you! He screams and throws his wand at the creature. The wand hits the dark lord's face and he combusts into a million fiery explosions. Harry can hear the horrible shrieks of pain fade away and now it's day. He's in the commons, where he shares his first kiss with Draco. He sees himself from a corner, sees Draco throw an insult at him but is too far away to hear. His younger face and Draco glare at each other, moving closer until their anger has faded and their lips are pressed together.'
"...No!" Harry yelled, waking himself up, panting and sweating. "Gods." He muttered, and rubbed his eyes. "Is it morning already?" His question was answered by the hesitant knock on his door. Harry held his breath...it couldn't be...?
"Yes?" His voice only squeaked slightly, and the door opened so slowly...
"Harry aren't you dressed yet? Come on your going to miss breakfast!" Harry let out his breath, and told himself he wasn't disappointed.
"All right Hermione I'll meet you down there." He collapsed back onto the bed and sighed.
"Whoa Harry, you look like shite." Ron greeted him, and Harry smiled ruefully.
"Yeah...probly had a few too many last night." He patted his stomach and Ron grinned in return. Harry felt releved that the earlier tension had dissolved. Maybe Hermione had probably talked him out of his jealousy. Harry took a piece of bacon and bit into it, looking forward to packing and going back home. His safe, Draco free home.
"Ladies and gentle wizards may I have your attention please?" Everyone stopped and looked to Dumbledore, eager for the goodbye speech. Harry frowned. Dumbledore had that fogged-over troubled look in his eyes. Harry hadn't seen that since his last year in Hogwarts when...
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." Now there was a deadly silence in the room. Harry felt the edge of panic in his conscious, and told himself not to freak, that this was something silly, like maybe they were out of pancakes or something...It didn't work. Years of assuming the worst and being right had made their mark on him.
"I seems that He Who Cannot Be Named is not dead after all, and that he is somewhere in the school." Harry's heart didn't skip this time. It stopped cold. He choked for a moment on his bacon, but coughed it back up after a hard pounding on the back from Ron. Dumbledore continued. "We have informed the wizards council and they have requested that we all stay here. There are dementors on the way as we speak, and He who Cannot be Named will be found. Until then, I suggest that you stay together..." The time that Harry stopped hearing what Dumbledore was saying, was around the same time that he noticed everyone's eyes on him. They were eyes of terror, eyes full of questions, but worse of all they were eyes shooting silent accusations at him 'You weren't good enough you didn't save us you failed your no hero didn't fulfill your destiny' were the thoughts he could almost hear coming from them.
Harry stood, and stumbled out of the room, suddenly unable to breathe.