Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Even an idiot would know that. So if any idiot turns me in for not having a disclaimer on accident, if I don't say that I own the hp characters, they are an idiot. (I hate idiots). This is my first story so please review.
"No!" Draco screamed as he shot out of bed, dripping in the sweat caused by the horror of his dream. Images flew through his head, no doubt remnants of the dream he had just experienced. Though he had no idea what the dream had been about, he could feel the dread in his heart. The dream felt like it had really been happening, but he couldn't remember what had happened or why he was so sweaty. He tried to forget it and go back to sleep. He laid back onto his pillow and shut his eyes trying to relax and shut out the strange feelings. He slowly drifted back into sleep.
When he awoke in the morning, he didn't recognize where he was. It wasn't his room, that was for sure. The small stiff bed and the dreary gray drapes obviously didn't belong to him. He began to panic. His mind raced through the events of the previous night, but he could remember nothing. He began to fear that he had been kidnapped. He just had to wait for the kidnappers to call for a ransom. His dad would pay them and everything would be alright.
Suddenly, he heard a creak. Someone was coming up the stairs. He pressed as far into the corner as possible, choked by the dread that had suddenly taken hold of him. The room began to grow smaller than it already was, at least it seemed so to Draco. The footsteps drew closer and soon they were right outside his door. The handle turned and the door was pushed open.
"Good morning Alfred," said the gray haired muggle woman who entered the room. Her smile faded to a frown revealing the fine wrinkles that were beginning to form on her face from her aging. "What's wrong?" she asked when she saw Draco huddling in a corner like a mouse from a cat.
"Who are you?" Draco asked trying to act as calm as he could so she wouldn't know he was afraid.
"what are you talking about?" she said in what seemed like true confusion.
"I said who are you and what do you want?" Draco replied.
"What's the matter with you boy. Don't you know your own mother?"
Draco shot up to a sitting position, once again home in his bed covered in sweat, but this time, he remembered his dream.
He laid in thought, unable to sleep for the rest of the night.