Awakenings VII
/Laughter, high and cold. A woman screaming. A flash of green light. A hand unwrapping a turban, and a flat, noseless face glaring from the back of Quirrels head. A wave of sucking cold, black figures gliding over the school grounds. A small, red-haired figure crumpled at the base of a giant statue. A rasping, hissing voice
"kill…..kill…..kill….."
A dragon breathing fire, its eyes flickering from red to silver as he swerves close to the ground. Another redhead, floating white and still under the lake. Silvery, familiar ghosts emerging from a black wand. Cedric, his parents, an old man, surrounding him, whispering encouragement. A flash of green, a dark haired figure falling backwards through a shifting, shimmering veil./
Harry woke, green eyes staring blindly at the scarlet canopy, body stiff shaking, with wet tracks marking his cheeks.
He rolled over, resting against the warm body filling the other side of the bed. Wiry arms, dusted with freckles and fine, coppery hair wrapped around his waist. A chin rested on his shoulder, and he twisted around, looking up.
A long nose, fair skin with only the faintest summer tan, copper red hair falling into sky blue eyes, currently sleepy and concerned.
Harry shook his head, resting against the other boy as the he tried to return to sleep. This time, his dreams were full of dancing blue eyes, flaming hair and deft, calloused hands.