Authors Notes:
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Enjoy!
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With a falling motion running through his veins, Draco woke up.
Hitting the rough ground he winced in pain and stared up at the night's sky. Was it the sky? It looked translucent; it looked like a thousand colors meshed together like amazing clouds of airbrushed quality. Like the Aurora in the North, the lights of the sky drifted and lit the ground below.
He stood up and found himself in the field. He shook his head, annoyed, would he ever leave this place? It looked barren, the grass was hardly there, and it was more of a dusty ground, like the edges of a desert. For as far as he could see there was nothing, no sign of anyone or anything...except...on his left, far, far away was an old tree, a tree without any foliage. And below the tree was a figure... Draco was running now, his bare feet carrying him across the field at a great pace. The tree was becoming larger and larger as he drew closer. Three quarters of the way there he stopped dead in his tracks, tripping himself up in the process and tumbling over onto his knees. She was alive, she was awake, and she was there. Hermione stood at the foot of the tree. Her bushy hair was sleek now; her eyes glinted in the lights of the sky. She was still wearing her pajamas; a long silk nightdress. She was walking towards him now and Draco felt his stomach lurch. What was she going to say to him? What was she going to do? "Draco?" she was right in front of him now, a strange, half worried, and half intrigued look on her face. "Where am I?"
Draco fumbled for words, his legs felt like they were made of jelly as he stood up. She looked quizzically at him. "You're an Alucinor, aren't you?" "How did you know?" He managed to finally get a sentence out, amidst all his surprise it just jumped out of him. She blanched slightly and then said, "I was reading about Animagi in the library; we studied them three years ago, Alucinors are the focus of the chapter before."
"But how did you figure it out?"
"Well how else would I be here?" she snapped. "I mean, I've had my fair share of bizarre dreams, but none that I have woken up in. And certainly none where I haven't been able to leave." The last sentence she spoke in a quiet voice. She turned and walked back to the tree, where a small patch of grass still grew. On this, she sat down. Draco followed numbly, not knowing what to say.
"How did you do it?" she said as he sat down.
"What?"
"Become an Alucinor of course." Her voice had a hint of annoyance, but she still looked quite calm, for her circumstances.
"Don't know. It just happened. I woke up."
"Does it run in your family?"
"No. I think my Father wouldn't be very happy if he found out." Draco wished he was back in his old dreams, the ones where she wasn't awake, where he could say anything.
"Why not? It's an amazing gift. It's pretty rare too."
"I guess so."
There was a silence between them. They both sat there, staring up at the sky.
"You created this world." she said finally. "Everything in here, this tree, the ground, the sky, it all came from your mind; even me."
"I didn't create you."
"But you brought me here!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Of course you did, you're an Alucinor, and they aren't notorious for nothing."
"I didn't ask for it! You just...you just appeared."
She was pouting now, her brow furrowed in anger. "Well, can you make me just disappear?" she looked at him and he realized that she was scared, "Please?"
He felt an awful guilt resting in his stomach. It took him a minute or two before he could admit it. "I, er, I don't know how."
"Oh!" she let out a quiet exasperation and pushed away a stray tear that was falling down her face. "Oh no..."
"I'm, I'm really sorry Hermione." This sentence came really hard for Draco, but he got it out, and reached for her hand by instinct, to comfort her. She flinched and drew herself away.
"Well, you are just going to have to learn how to, aren't you?" and with that she stood up and walked away from him. She turned back, "And if you think I am helpless in here you are wrong. You can't just lock me up forever."
"I didn't do this on purpose." Draco said, his anger rising slightly, he stood up and was after her. "I'm not trying to trap you. Why would I do that?"
She was angry now, he could see it. "Because you're you, that's why! You've always had it out for me, and Harry and Ron! You probably have some idiotic idea that kidnapping me will make you famous, make you look tough!"
"That's stupid, I'll be arrested and taken to Azkaban if I don't get you home soon!"
"Your Father would never let you go to Azkaban, he'd probably bribe the judges!" she spat.
Draco's face was red, his ears were hot and he felt like punching a wall.
"My Father wouldn't look twice at me if I was on fire!" He shouted, so full of frustration that the sky seemed to loose its light. He strode off in the opposite direction and sat down on a large rock that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Then he had a thought. He turned back to where Hermione now stood.
"I know an awakening spell."
She turned quickly back around to face him. "Yes?" she said slowly. "Which one?"
"It's a healing spell, supposed to wake people who have been put into a dreaming state."
"How did you learn that?"
"I've been learning healing spells for school." Draco bluffed.
"No you haven't. You've been majoring in Defense against the Dark Arts and Potions."
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. She had caught him out.
"Ok, so someone taught it to me."
"It was Liam, wasn't it?"
How did she know all this?
"Yes, yes it was. How did...?"
"Liam is a really powerful healer," she interrupted, "Especially for his age."
"Yeah he's great." Draco said sarcastically.
"This isn't the time for jealously."
"Why would I be jealous of Latchbolt?" Draco snapped.
"Well he's popular, he's got good looks and he's got a girlfriend to start."
"Oh come off it, you sound like you fancy him yourself."
"I don't fancy him." Hermione blushed but stood resolute. "Now can we try the spell or not?"
"Well, I'd need my wand, which...isn't here. And I've only performed it on myself; I don't know how it would work on others."
"On yourself?"
"Yeah, I was the one asleep."
"Well it's worth a try isn't it?"
"I guess. Look, what if it doesn't work?"
"Oh honestly, I thought you were a wizard!" she was frustrated, her brow crinkled with thought. "Just get it over with. Now, can you summon your wand?"
"Not really, I think I just have to concentrate on it. Or want it bad enough."
"Well?" She had her arms crossed.
Draco shook his head and closed his eyes. Right...think wand, think wand...then he jumped as he felt his wand appear in his hand. Hermione blinked in astonishment, and then mastered herself. "Okay, what should I do?" she asked.
"Just stay there." Draco pointed his wand at Hermione. Concentrating hard, he focused on her and drew a breath. "Exsuscito!" He shouted loudly, and a zap of white light shot from his wand towards Hermione. It hit her and with a pop she suddenly disappeared. Draco sighed with mild relief and a tiny bit of regret. Then, he raised his wand, concentrated, and woke himself up.
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Enjoy!
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With a falling motion running through his veins, Draco woke up.
Hitting the rough ground he winced in pain and stared up at the night's sky. Was it the sky? It looked translucent; it looked like a thousand colors meshed together like amazing clouds of airbrushed quality. Like the Aurora in the North, the lights of the sky drifted and lit the ground below.
He stood up and found himself in the field. He shook his head, annoyed, would he ever leave this place? It looked barren, the grass was hardly there, and it was more of a dusty ground, like the edges of a desert. For as far as he could see there was nothing, no sign of anyone or anything...except...on his left, far, far away was an old tree, a tree without any foliage. And below the tree was a figure... Draco was running now, his bare feet carrying him across the field at a great pace. The tree was becoming larger and larger as he drew closer. Three quarters of the way there he stopped dead in his tracks, tripping himself up in the process and tumbling over onto his knees. She was alive, she was awake, and she was there. Hermione stood at the foot of the tree. Her bushy hair was sleek now; her eyes glinted in the lights of the sky. She was still wearing her pajamas; a long silk nightdress. She was walking towards him now and Draco felt his stomach lurch. What was she going to say to him? What was she going to do? "Draco?" she was right in front of him now, a strange, half worried, and half intrigued look on her face. "Where am I?"
Draco fumbled for words, his legs felt like they were made of jelly as he stood up. She looked quizzically at him. "You're an Alucinor, aren't you?" "How did you know?" He managed to finally get a sentence out, amidst all his surprise it just jumped out of him. She blanched slightly and then said, "I was reading about Animagi in the library; we studied them three years ago, Alucinors are the focus of the chapter before."
"But how did you figure it out?"
"Well how else would I be here?" she snapped. "I mean, I've had my fair share of bizarre dreams, but none that I have woken up in. And certainly none where I haven't been able to leave." The last sentence she spoke in a quiet voice. She turned and walked back to the tree, where a small patch of grass still grew. On this, she sat down. Draco followed numbly, not knowing what to say.
"How did you do it?" she said as he sat down.
"What?"
"Become an Alucinor of course." Her voice had a hint of annoyance, but she still looked quite calm, for her circumstances.
"Don't know. It just happened. I woke up."
"Does it run in your family?"
"No. I think my Father wouldn't be very happy if he found out." Draco wished he was back in his old dreams, the ones where she wasn't awake, where he could say anything.
"Why not? It's an amazing gift. It's pretty rare too."
"I guess so."
There was a silence between them. They both sat there, staring up at the sky.
"You created this world." she said finally. "Everything in here, this tree, the ground, the sky, it all came from your mind; even me."
"I didn't create you."
"But you brought me here!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Of course you did, you're an Alucinor, and they aren't notorious for nothing."
"I didn't ask for it! You just...you just appeared."
She was pouting now, her brow furrowed in anger. "Well, can you make me just disappear?" she looked at him and he realized that she was scared, "Please?"
He felt an awful guilt resting in his stomach. It took him a minute or two before he could admit it. "I, er, I don't know how."
"Oh!" she let out a quiet exasperation and pushed away a stray tear that was falling down her face. "Oh no..."
"I'm, I'm really sorry Hermione." This sentence came really hard for Draco, but he got it out, and reached for her hand by instinct, to comfort her. She flinched and drew herself away.
"Well, you are just going to have to learn how to, aren't you?" and with that she stood up and walked away from him. She turned back, "And if you think I am helpless in here you are wrong. You can't just lock me up forever."
"I didn't do this on purpose." Draco said, his anger rising slightly, he stood up and was after her. "I'm not trying to trap you. Why would I do that?"
She was angry now, he could see it. "Because you're you, that's why! You've always had it out for me, and Harry and Ron! You probably have some idiotic idea that kidnapping me will make you famous, make you look tough!"
"That's stupid, I'll be arrested and taken to Azkaban if I don't get you home soon!"
"Your Father would never let you go to Azkaban, he'd probably bribe the judges!" she spat.
Draco's face was red, his ears were hot and he felt like punching a wall.
"My Father wouldn't look twice at me if I was on fire!" He shouted, so full of frustration that the sky seemed to loose its light. He strode off in the opposite direction and sat down on a large rock that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Then he had a thought. He turned back to where Hermione now stood.
"I know an awakening spell."
She turned quickly back around to face him. "Yes?" she said slowly. "Which one?"
"It's a healing spell, supposed to wake people who have been put into a dreaming state."
"How did you learn that?"
"I've been learning healing spells for school." Draco bluffed.
"No you haven't. You've been majoring in Defense against the Dark Arts and Potions."
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. She had caught him out.
"Ok, so someone taught it to me."
"It was Liam, wasn't it?"
How did she know all this?
"Yes, yes it was. How did...?"
"Liam is a really powerful healer," she interrupted, "Especially for his age."
"Yeah he's great." Draco said sarcastically.
"This isn't the time for jealously."
"Why would I be jealous of Latchbolt?" Draco snapped.
"Well he's popular, he's got good looks and he's got a girlfriend to start."
"Oh come off it, you sound like you fancy him yourself."
"I don't fancy him." Hermione blushed but stood resolute. "Now can we try the spell or not?"
"Well, I'd need my wand, which...isn't here. And I've only performed it on myself; I don't know how it would work on others."
"On yourself?"
"Yeah, I was the one asleep."
"Well it's worth a try isn't it?"
"I guess. Look, what if it doesn't work?"
"Oh honestly, I thought you were a wizard!" she was frustrated, her brow crinkled with thought. "Just get it over with. Now, can you summon your wand?"
"Not really, I think I just have to concentrate on it. Or want it bad enough."
"Well?" She had her arms crossed.
Draco shook his head and closed his eyes. Right...think wand, think wand...then he jumped as he felt his wand appear in his hand. Hermione blinked in astonishment, and then mastered herself. "Okay, what should I do?" she asked.
"Just stay there." Draco pointed his wand at Hermione. Concentrating hard, he focused on her and drew a breath. "Exsuscito!" He shouted loudly, and a zap of white light shot from his wand towards Hermione. It hit her and with a pop she suddenly disappeared. Draco sighed with mild relief and a tiny bit of regret. Then, he raised his wand, concentrated, and woke himself up.