Redrayne: hey everyone! I'm starting another new fic! But this one is a Harry Potter one. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the lyrics in this, so don't sue. The only thing I own is my O.C. and the idea. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Dreaming
Just a day just an ordinary dayJust trying to get by
Just a boy just an ordinary boy but he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along I started to realize
That everyday he finds just what he's looking for
Like a shooting star he shines and he says
Take my hand live while you can
Don't you feel dream light right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke he spoke ordinary words
Though they did not feel that way
And I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
The vision for all of mine
And to know he's no stranger
I feel love held dear for all of time
And he says take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you feel dream light right in the palm of your hand
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars now
Time will not flee
Time will not flee
Can you see
Just a dream just an ordinary dream
As I wake in back
And the boy and the ordinary boy
Wasn't all in my head
And he asked if I could come along
It all seems so real
But I looked to the door and saw the boy
Standing there with a deal
And he says take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you feel dream light right in the palm of you hand
Just a day just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky...
They were both going to win. It would still be a win for Hogwarts. If only he could get to them in time, tell them not to touch the trophy. He was almost there...but too late. He was transported to the graveyard. Cedric lay dead at his feet and he watched helplessly as the dark lord rose once more.
Harry screamed within the dream, he fell to the ground and covered his ears in an attempt to shut it all out. The laughter of the death eaters faded as Harry sobbed. He heard new voices and looked up. Only to see his godfather pass him in a flurry of wands and lights. He saw him crawl onto the dais and, to his horror, fall. He started to run. If he could only catch Sirius before he fell all the way. He had already failed Cedric, he would not let his own godfather down. Timed seemed to slow. Harry got to him before he fell through the certain and he let out a sigh of relief. He reached out and grabbed Sirius's robes. But they slipped through his hands as if made from water. He heard maniacal laughter all around him, and his head felt ready to burst in two.
Harry fell out of his bed in the dead of night. Totally unscathed except for his scar, which was on fire. He reached for his glasses and got up. He walked over to his window and looked out at the night sky. Sighing he put his head on the cool glass. Hedwig was still out hunting and her absence in the room seemed to make it much colder. He walked back over to his bed and picked up his alarm clock. 4:57 A.M. it flashed at him.
WELL he thought to himself MIGHT AS WELL START GETTTING READY FOR ANOTHER DAY IN HELL. He wiped his tear stained face off with the sleeve of his pajamas.
Surrounded by black cloaks and masks. His father was standing somewhere among that sea of black, not making himself distinguishable from among the mass. Never there for his son, not even during this important moment in time.
There was a swishing of a cloak behind him and he turned slowly. The dark lord was standing there. He seemed to suck the light and happiness out of the air around him much like a dementor. He smiled and raised his wand.
"Crucio."
Draco had never felt anything so agonizingly painful. For a second he didn't know what was happening or where he was, the only thing that existed for him right then was the pain and the hope that his father might, just might come to him and comfort him. Voldemort flicked his wand and the pain stopped abruptly. His cold voice raged through Draco's body and ripped through his soul.
"Remember Draco, your alliance lies with me now. Be wise and don't take the mercies I show you for granted."
"Yes master."
Draco woke from the sound of his own screaming. His sheets were wrapped tightly around his body as though trying to strangle him. His breathing was short and spastic and the mark on his arm was burning, though not enough for the dark lord to need one of his faithful death eaters. Just the constant reminder of what he had done, what his father had done to him. Draco rubbed his arm as he got out of bed. He looked in his mirror as he passed it. He was more pale than usual. His eyes had lost their malovent gleam. He sighed, closing them for just a moment of peace. He started getting ready for the day ahead. YAY.
(A.N. here comes my O.C.!) She was walking through a dense fog. She couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything. The ground she stood on shook as if in fear, and the distant beating of drums reached her ears. She wasn't frightened by any of this, if anything she was rather bored. She was used to all of this by now. But too soon above the throbbing of her dream world she began to hear screams of pain and agony. But she was used to that as well. The atmosphere started to change rapidly. The fog dispersed and two lone cries of help could be heard over the rest. The girl walked on warily, getting nearer the cries. The fog ahead of her reseeded to show her two boys, a few years older than her. One's usually sleeked back white-blonde hair was in disarray (A.N. which would make him no less hot!) he was kneeling on the ground before her, screaming at the sky and clutching his ears as if trying to shut something horrible out.
She tore her gaze away from the screaming boy and looked to the other one. Unlike the one at her feet, this boy had untidy black hair. He was silent and lying down in a fetal position. He was crying.
The two boys started to fade and were quickly replaced by more swirling fog, except this time the fog was different. It had something moving inside it. Images started to dart through the fog. It was like watching a really old movie with really bad reception. But she saw everything clearly. The girl watched herself as she ran into the pale boy between rows of books, the image passed and was replaced by the black haired one sitting alone on a swing, the image too passed quickly. More images of the two boys flashed before her eyes. The blonde between to burly gorilla like boys. Dazzling green eyes oh so close to her blue ones. A flash of red hair. Two quidich teams facing off, one team dressed in red and gold, the other green and silver. All of these passed so quickly she barely had time to comprehend one image before another one flew at her from out of the fog. The images started to get painful to watch, not only because of the velocity they were moving, but because they showed the death of someone. She closed her eyes, but still they played. Tears started to stream down her face, she didn't want to see anymore, she didn't want to know her future or anyone else's...
Battol awoke with a start, breathing fast and drenched in sweat. She looked up at her ceiling, waiting for her breathing to die down. The memory of the dream slowly faded even as she tried to keep the details sharp. SOMETHING ABOUT TWO BOYS, but even as she thought this the pictures slipped away. DANMIT, FOR ONCE I'D LIKE TO REMEMBER THE FUTURE SO I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP, BUT NOOOOO EVERY SINGLE STUPID TIME... she let the rest of the thought slip away. She glanced around her new room at number five private drive. She sighed to herself, turned over and went back to sleep.