Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, but if I did I would share.

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked Harry. OotP spoilers.

Thanks!

EyEluvBOB-XX- Yeah sorry about that. It was a little disgusting I have to agree. I had even begun to feel a little queasy in the writing process. I'm probably going to go 5 or 6 chapters more. This was just a strange little idea that was going to kick my ass until I decided to write it.

SS-Mars- Okay the one person I fail to tell who matters. I hardly tell anyone when I update. I probably should.

Queen of the Elven City- Yeah, this chapter isn't creepy. It's an answer to Rabbit's questions. Sorry if I made it too creepy. Perhaps I should move this to Horror instead of Angst. Thanks again.

Rabbit- The reality is setting in because somebody... nah can't tell you it'd spoil all the good fun. Morbid is a specialty.

Thanks to my wonderful(and boy to I meand wonderful) beta reader Queen of the Elven City. I would have forgiven her if she had sent back Chapter 5 unedited.

Ch. 6 Mothers and Ropes

"Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children." Eric Draven 'The Crow'

It had been well after dark when Draco decided to go for his little stroll and for most part he expected almost everyone to be in bed sleeping. He really wanted to talk to Snape as something great had been weighing on his mind so heavy that he had no idea what to do.

There was a reason for his being at Hogwarts for the summer. Reasons that his mind wandered back to everytime he closed his eyes.

Exactly six weeks ago he entered his mother's bedroom to bring her tea like he had always done since he was eight. Lucius hated the fact, but Narcissa enjoyed her son's company. Other than house elves that weren't much company at all because they were always so scared, unlike the other Death Eaters that Lucius entertained her son was not tainted by the love for seeing an innocent die. Draco was proper company.

What had surprised Draco was not the fact that his mother was out of bed for the first time since her husband had been imprisoned. Narcissa was nowhere to be seen. He began to look around the house until he came to the dining room where his parents were married by force. There in the very center of the room hanging from the chandelier was Narcissa Malfoy, blue from strangulation and dead.

For years Draco had planned his reaction to a body. His father expected him to follow in his footsteps to becoming a Death Eater, a fate that Draco had shared with his mother that he did not want to fall into. Anyone could tell you that the Malfoy's had been the purest and darkest family since the medieval era when old Armand Malfoy emerged.

The death of his mother had never been expected. She was the strong person in the family. There had been times when she fought Lucius so hard to protect her son from being drug into Voldemorts inner circle. She wasn't the only one either. Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe had mothers who died protecting their sons from their fathers.

Three days after Draco found his mother hanging from the chandelier like Arachne before Athena had chosen to make her a spider; he buried her next to a lengthy line of Malfoy women, wives, mothers and the occasional lover. He was the only one other than her sister Bellatrix to attend the funeral. Somewhere Draco had more family from his mother's side; another aunt named Andormeda and a cousin named Nymphadora. The idea of living with them sounded very inviting.

When his Aunt Bellatrix returned to Voldemort leaving her sixteen year old nephew to care for himself in a house filled with house elves, Draco packed his bags and ran away leaving behind no hints as to where he was. He went to London where his Aunt Andromeda was said to be living with her muggle husband. Eventually he found her with the help of a witch she seemed to be friends with.

When he arrived on his aunts doorstep he suddenly felt very out of place. Several minutes ticked by before he finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door. Andromeda answered the door wearing a muggle outfit, her hair was blonde like his mothers and he seemed to have inherited her free spirit.

:Flashback:

"How might I help you?" she asked.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, I'm," he paused for a second, "your nephew."

Andromeda looked him up and down for a minute before holding the door open allowing him to come inside. Draco went in dragging his trunk behind him.

"Here let me get that," she said pulling her wand out of her pocket and waving it making the trunk levitate behind them. "Might I ask what brings you here?"

Draco didn't want to answer that question because if he did that would make his mother death real. At the moment he was numb to the fact.

"I ran away," he answered, "I thought that maybe you would let me stay here for a few days."

"Of course you can, but we don't want any Death Eaters to show up," Andromeda said, "and I think that you might even be safer at Hogwarts."

:Flashback Ends:

So here he was. At Hogwarts he was safe just like Aunt Andromeda had said he would be. Sooner or later the entire prison of Azkaban would be liberated by Voldemort, though the only people who were in there were Death Eaters. He wasn't the only person to return for the summer.

An old school legend had re-emerged after two years of a life of non- existence and her name was Anya Turner. She had once been a very prominent witch that wizards read about in magazines, but two years before she had buried three of the most important people in her life: her sister, her husband, and her daughter. Draco had met her on several occasions emerging from her father's study in a very bad mood. The two had talked and shared Slytherin memories for unlike her husband Willard Turner who was a Gryffindor, Anya had been a Slytherin. She had come back to Hogwarts to rekindle her life that she seemed to have lost. A life of magic.

The Golden Trio had also returned for the summer along with most of the other Weasleys. With the idea of rebellion fresh in his head he allowed himself to see Hermione Granger in an entirely new light.

A week ago after he had gone to see Professor Snape about a potion that he wanted to make, he returned to the Gryffindor common room where he had requested to live for the summer to find Hermione thrashing around in her sleep. Slightly curious why she was thrashing like she had he strode over to investigate. Upon reaching her body he heard her mumble something along the line of 'what about the baby?' which he dismissed as a simple statement. He continued to watch her until he heard a very distinct gurgling sound like she was choking and coughing. Slightly concerned he shook her and backed off when she woke up. As it turned out she had dreamt about him strangling her. Not even thinking about what he was going to say he assured her that he would never do something that cruel and even admitted that he loved her.

Now he wasn't sure what to do as he turned the corner that led to Anya Turner's bedroom. He stopped when he noticed that the door was being opened and Hermione Granger slipped out saying thank you.

"Granger?" He asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Talking to Anya, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Looking for you," he lied. "I heard about Weasley." She frowned and began to walk down the hall.

"Yeah, it scared the hell out of Harry and me," she said as she passed. Draco turned around to follow her. "He could have died if we would have been any later."

"Lucky him," he said.

:Later that night:

Draco lay in bed staring at the ceiling, red curtains pulled around him trying to go to sleep. With the recent event of his mother dying, falling asleep was more of a chore. He turned on his side and stared into complete darkness. After a long while he drifted into his nightmare land.

:Dream:

"Two years," a voice kept whispering. Draco looked around desperately looking for the source of the voice in the dark. "Two years!"

A candle flickered to life and Draco saw where the voice had been coming from. He was looking at his father.

"You killed your first Mudblood two years ago!" he spat angrily. "Why won't you join him?"

Draco moved to the safety of darkness, maybe he wouldn't see. A hand grabbed his arm and he spun around meeting a masked face of one of the Death Eaters. More candles sprung to life.

"Yes, tell us why you won't join us?" the baby voice of his Aunt Bellatrix announced.

"Because I'm not a murdering liar like you lot!" Draco snapped knowing that he probably sounded just like the valiant Harry Potter. A few snickers issued from the Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy stood and came to where his only son was standing.

"Now Draco, I think we all know better," his father said. "Didn't you strangle that know it all Granger?"

Fear crossed Draco's face. No, he didn't. This had to have been a cruel joke.

"Now your mother died for you," Lucius continued. "She is your God. You make your choice Draco; die or become one of us."

"No," Draco said. "You can forget it."

"Very well then," Draco said. "I suppose you'll want it quick?"

"No," he said icily. "Why take death quickly?"

Another candle appeared illuminating a nose. Three Death Eater seized his arms and drug Draco without much of an effort. Lucius shoved him on the platform and slipped the nose around his throat.

"Go like they did," he said smiling.

"You never gave a damn!" Draco spat. The trapdoor below him let go and he dropped.

:In Reality:

"Oh God," Anya said pushing Draco's head out of the hangings around his bed. Ron and Harry stood around her trying to help the best they could not that it helped any.

"What was it you said about your mind thinking a dream was real?" Ron asked as they finally got Draco back onto the bed. Anya bent over him and ran smelling salts under his nose. Draco snapped up gasping for breath.

"Your mind will trick itself into thinking that what is happening is real," she said. "That was quite a scare."

"You have no idea," Draco said partially out of relief as he felt his neck. "We need to talk."

(TBC)

Not as freaky I hope. Positive reviews will help me get to sleep at night, flames will be stripped naked and laughed at, but constructive critism will be met dagger for dagger. One more of these types of chapters then the last chapters will be like the first 3. Well similar at least.

Forever

Fallen Angel of Hell