The Dreamer Wakes Chapter 43, a harry potter fanfic

EPILOGUE #1

Exiting the master bedroom silently, Rhyann padded down the hall to peek in on the children's room. Her sons were deep in sleep and littlest one tangled in his blankets. Not her sons, Draco's. She found it ever difficult to consider them her children when they were more Malfoys than anything else.

Drake was to be six soon and was a miniature duplicate of his father. Raum would turn four a week after his brother. He had her dark eyes, but that was the only indication that he came from her womb. There wasn't any other hint that they were part Rookwood. She had found it hard to be a mother for it was Draco's desire and not her own. It was made even more difficult not seeing her own family line in the boys. She had tried to love them, but she had very little tolerance of them.

Closing their door, Rhyann crept further down the hall into a guest bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she disapparated.

She appeared in the entrance hall of Rookwood Manor. It had been a long while since she had been there. The dreamer headed towards the main staircase. Poe, crouched over and scarred, peeked around a corner to see who was visiting. Upon seeing her, the elderly house elf let out a little squeak and disappeared back to the kitchen.

She paid him no mind. She needed something and it could only be found here. Rhyann ignored the greeting from the portrait of her deceased uncles as well. This was not a night for conversations.

She did not knock when she reached the door she wanted, but opened it just enough for her to slip inside. Her breasts had enlarged a little since having the boys and they brushed against the wood. Rhyann let her eyes adjust to the dim light in the bedroom and slowly made her way over to the large four poster bed. She remembered having so many conversations sitting upon that bed. Her hand laid upon one of the posts fondly.

"Rhyann?" A groggy voice was followed by the rustling of sheets.

She climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees to the top beside Darcy. Even with the lack of good light, she could see he was greyer at the temples now, but distinguishedly handsome as ever. She smiled, feeling a few tears come to her eyes. "Uncle, it's me."

All the remaining sleep was chased away from him as he sat up to embrace her. "Rhyann! My dear! It seems like so long since we've seen each other. I've missed you."

Rhyann hugged him back tightly, curling up to him. Her hands clung to the back of his bare shoulders to keep them from trembling. "I've missed you too. It's been near four years. Raum's birthday is less than three weeks away." She had seen her uncle after her second son was born, but Draco had chased him away.

"Yes, I remember." Darcy nodded, kissing her forehead. "What are you doing here? And at this time at night?" His face bore worry and a bit of fear. "Does Draco know you're here?"

"I had to..." She stumbled over her words as she shook her head, unable to get them out properly. She leaned her head on his shoulder, not wanting to burst out crying. She had to be strong to do this. "I'm not a Malfoy. I pretend... but I'm not. I'm a Rookwood, always. And I need something. I need you to help me with something."

"Anything, my dear." He stroked her raven colored hair. "If you need money... If you want to leave him, you can come here. This will always be your home."

"I know, uncle..." Rhyann replied softly. Her dark shimmering eyes looked up into his. She had been nervous coming down the hall and getting into his bed, but she didn't feel it any more. "I only need you. I need to continue the line."

Darcy furrowed his brows slightly as if not understanding. "Rhyann..."

"Don't say anything." She put a finger over his lips. "With Tristian gone to Azkaban..." The petite witch gave a little shudder at the thought. Though there were no more dementors there, he had been in that dismal place for years. She was sure that the Ministry had found other ways to torture those who were loyal to the Dark Lord. "You're the only one here... and I confess, you have always been my favorite. We could connect more than the others..." Her finger slid caressingly over his bottom lip. "I have always felt this bit of emptiness in me. Something that needs to be fulfilled. And I tried... I thought what I wanted... Well, it turns out that it was not what I really wanted. I realize now what it is. I'm a Rookwood and I need to do this."

Her body moved closer to his, the heat between them growing quickly. Darcy wore only his pajama bottoms and the fabric was thin. He could not stop himself from being pulled to her. "Rhyann... before you refused. If Draco knew..."

"That was before. I was young and naive." Her fingertips danced over his cheek to follow his jawline. Her other hand came up to start undoing her black robes. She wore nothing underneath. "And Draco will never know. I'm too careful and he believes anything I tell him. He'll think the baby is his and will boast that he had gotten a daughter of me. But she'll be Rookwood... She'll be a dreamer..."

He cupped her fae face in his hands, fighting with the urges he was feeling. He fought a losing battle though and already strained against his bottoms. "He would know then... So much could go wrong."

"No. It won't, uncle." The front of her robes fell open revealing her nakedness. Rhyann slowly removed his hands from her face and led them down to her breasts. "I know you want this as much as I do. You've always wanted it. It just took me a little longer to realize it is what I want as well." She leaned in, capturing his lips with her own.

That was all it took to break any little bit of resistance he had left. Darcy kissed her back fervently, reveling in a hope he had long lost faith in. He had held on to it longer than Tristian. He had been sure that their niece would come back to them. Her relationship with the boy wouldn't last because her blood would sing to her and draw her back where she belonged. Yet the years went by and she bore two children to Draco. To the entire wizarding world's eyes, even his own, she was happy and right where she wanted to be. She had the talent to fool them all though. Her blood did finally call her back home after all.

Darcy guided her down on her back, kissing every inch of flushed flesh. At some point, she rid him of his pajama bottoms and they were blissfully united. He had other women in his life, but none made him feel as whole as this.

Afterwards, they rested, chatting quietly and then made love again. Rhyann told him she had to leave and be back to Malfoy Manor. She would come back to him the next night or the night after. With those promises upon her lips, she disapparated and walked down the hall of her husband's family home.

She paused to do a quick clean up in the bathroom and then slipped back under the covers of her bed. Draco gave a little sleepy moan and rolled over. One arm limply laying across her waist. "Where did you go?"

"Just checked on the boys, went to the bathroom." Rhyann yawned as she answered him with a whisper.

Draco gave her a little half-awake grunt and pulled her more to him, spooning her small frame. "Love you..."

"I love you too. Go back to sleep now." She patted his hand and closed her eyes. A tiny smile floated across her lips. Rhyann had some things in her life that she did not desire, but at least now, she would have all that she wanted. The Rookwood legacy would continue on. And with her raising her own daughter, she would be mother to the greatest one ever born.

EPILOGUE #2

Closing their door, Rhyann crept further down the hall into a guest bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she disapparated.

She paid him no mind. She needed something and it could only be found here. Rhyann ignored the greeting from the portrait of her deceased uncles as well. This was not a night for conversations.

She did not knock when she reached the door she wanted, but opened it just enough for her to slip inside. Her breasts had enlarged a little since having the boys and they brushed against the wood. Rhyann let her eyes adjust to the dim light in the bedroom and slowly made her way over to the bed with the huge padded headboard. She remembered having so many conversations sitting upon that bed, laughing at their own private jokes. Her hand laid upon one of the posts fondly.

"Rhyann?" A groggy voice was followed by the rustling of sheets.

She climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees to the top beside Tristian. Even with the lack of good light, she could see his face was older now, not so youthful, but devilishly handsome as ever. She smiled, feeling a few tears come to her eyes. "Uncle, it's me."

Tristian had quick reflexes for someone who had just been sound asleep. He darted forward, taking her in his arms with such momentum that they half rolled to the other side of the bed. "Rhyann! It's been so long! I can't even tell you how much I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too!" She clung to him, fingering digging a bit into his bare shoulders so they would not tremble. "It's been near four years..."

"Since your youngest boy was born." Tristian nodded, smiling and then kissing her face several times. "You look beautiful as ever, my dear. Motherhood suits you."

Rhyann nipped her lower lip, her eyes turning downwards. "No... it doesn't really. I'm finding that it doesn't fulfill me... There's still this unhappiness..."

Tristian cupped her chin, tipping her head up so that he could look directly into her eyes. "Are you alright? Is something wrong? You are sneaking into my room in the middle of the night... Something happen with Draco?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." She gave a sigh and leaned forward against him. "It's just that... I've finally realized what I'm missing in my life. Why I feel so out of place at Malfoy Manor..."

"If you want to leave him, Rhyann, I'll help. You can come home here. It's where you belong." He brushed back strands of hair from her lovely face just waiting for the signal to spring into action. Rookwood Manor had never been the same without its mistress. He would do anything to have her back there. He had no qualms about ridding the world of her husband either.

"That's not it, uncle..." The dreamer kissed his cheek for the thought though. "I realized I will never feel like I'm a Malfoy. I'm a Rookwood. And knowing that, I know what I need now..."

"Rhyann?" Tristian took her hands in his. "Once upon a time, you refused. You said it isn't what you wanted..."

"I was young and naive. What did I know of what I wanted!" Rhyann shook her head at herself. "I didn't know... I wasn't ready yet..." Her long lashed eyes stared into his with a single purpose. "I know it now. I feel it within me. Rookwood blood..."

"But what about Draco? What.." He was silenced by one of her elegant fingers to his lips.

"Draco will know nothing. He believes what I tell him." Her digit sensuously slid along his lips. "And with you, I always felt the strongest connection. I think about you more and more..." Her other hand fluttered up to start undoing her black robes. They were soft against her naked body underneath. "I want to continue the line. I need to do so... and I choose you..."

Tristian shifted in the bed, slipping the rest of the way out of the blankets and letting her see that he wore nothing. He was already aroused as well. "What about Darcy? Should we tell him? He'll want to know..."

Both her uncles had managed to escape imprisonment from what had happened eight years ago. It had much to do with her own tampering of the system, but she had to protect them. Draco had chased them away from seeing her any more, but at least she knew they were safe at home.

Shaking her head, Rhyann leaned in and pressed her lips to his as the front of robes fell open. Her erect nipples poked against his chest. "No... I do not want him to be hurt that I did not come to him. Later on, we'll tell him... but for now, let it just be you and I..."

There were no protests from Tristian. No more inkling of resistance. He pulled her firmly against him, kissing her with a long denied passion. He fell back with her on top of him, heatedly exploring her petite body. He had long given up the fantasy of this ever happening, but now his hope had been renewed with a fiery strength. He rolled her over, putting one of her legs over his shoulder before he thrust hard into her.

The first time they made love, it was over quickly. They had come together in a sweaty frenzy. The second time was slower and he made her cry out his name a half dozen times before he finally released his seed within her. Tristian had numerous lovers in his life, but there wasn't a single time that felt like this. He was a Rookwood and only through this union could he ever feel fully satisfied.

Rhyann left after their second romp. She promsied to return the next night and blew him kisses as she disapparated.

She cleaned up before she returned to the master bedroom and quietly slipped into the grand bed. Draco stretched out his arms and rolled over to lay an arm across her. "How did it go?"

"I told you it would be easy enough." The dreamer smiled at her husband and gave her belly a little pat.

"You know you're pregnant already?" His grey eyes opened a little wider.

"No," Rhyann gave him a little nudge. "After a few more nights with him, I have no doubt that I will be. Then we'll have a little dreamer to raise as our own. The most powerful one ever born."

He kissed up along her shoulder to her neck. "You are the most powerful one. The most beautiful one as well..."

"I could have been more powerful..." Rhyann's voice trailed off. He had impregnanted her with sons and that was the point at which her powers stalled and faded some. She would make sure her daughter did not make the same mistake.

"There is still no one to match you." Draco nuzzled her neck. "Our daughter will be lucky if she has just a fraction of your power."

She ran her hand through his blond locks. "My daughter will for I will teach her myself. Draumona won't be cowed by the meddling crones."

"You gave her a name already?" He chuckled and closed his eyes, holding her to him.

"She always had a name. She has just yet to be born." Rhyann relaxed against him, letting her own eyes flutter closed.

"I love you so much..." Draco muttered as he started falling back to sleep.

A little smile played across her lips. The Rookwood legacy would continue. "I love you too..."

EPILOGUE #3

"Of course they made him Minister, brother! Everyone just feels sorry for him now. Old dried up hero!" Brennan snorted and flicked at the newspaper the other young wizard was holding.

William indignantly pulled the paper away from his brother and folded it up. "You're just pissed because you wanted your boss at the Ministry to get in so he'd make you his assistant."

"I'm sure if you shine enough shoes and suck up to Potter, you'll get in!" Caden laughed, leaning against the side of the couch. He ran his hand through his raven colored locks and then dodged out of the way before Brennan could land a punch on his arm.

"I think Minister Potter might do a fine enough job." The youngest of the brothers said from the chair across the room.

He was answered by a round of disbelieving laughter. "Maybe it's you, Allan, who should be in there sucking up!"

The fourteen year old made a rude gesture at them. "I have no love for the Ministry, you know that. It's just that we've had some pretty crappy Ministers over the past years. Potter can't do quite so bad."

"I guess he'll do until I become Minister." Brennan lounged back with a cocky grin.

"A Rookwood as Minister. Your picture everywhere across England! Though I'd rather it be our cousin. She's much more pleasant to look at!" William chuckled and was poked in the side by his elder brother.

"Please, Rhyann has no desire for such a boring job. She has bigger things on her mind." Caden tapped his chest. "Like me!"

His brothers made scoffing noises and one of them threw a pillow at him. It nearly landed in the fireplace. Poe slipped out from behind some drapes and snatched the pillow before it could catch a spark from the fire or get any soot on it. Having taken care of this newest generation of Rookwoods for the last twelve years, he had learned to be quick about things or else they tended to make great messes. The previous Rookwoods who survived the Dark Lord's final battle were sent away to Azkaban and none of them ever expected to see them again.

"Hardly!" Allan rolled his eyes. "It's only been a year since her husband died. She's still mourning, wearing black all the time."

"She always wore black." Brennan reminded him.

"My ears were ringing." A smooth voice came from the entrance of the sitting room. "That means someone was talking about me."

All four brothers stood up straight, smiling at their cousin. Rhyann had matured into a beautiful woman. Not a single wrinkle on her lovely fae face. Her breasts and hips had filled out a bit since having her sons, but she was still a petite witch. There was a twinkle in her dark eyes as she stood there looking at them.

"Good afternoon, cousin. Perhaps we were talking about you, but you must forgive us. It is difficult not to." Caden grinned charmingly.

"We were only wishing that you would shine your beauty upon us and voila! Here you are! Who says wishes don't come true!" Brennan winked.

Rhyann laughed, a soft and womanly laugh. "You are all hopeless flatterers!"

William sat back down, his muscled arms stretched out against the back of the couch. He played a Beater on Slytherin's quidditch team and prided himself on his burly physique that none of his brothers had. "Not so hopeless!"

She laughed again, granting them another lovely smile. "I had come to fetch Caden anyway. We need to discuss some family matters." Rhyann gestured to the eldest of them. "Walk with me in the garden."

Caden gave a gloating grin to his brothers and walked over, offering his cousin his arm. She looped her arm through it and he led her out to the garden. There was a raven in a low branch of a tree nearby and he cawed as he saw them come out.

"Hopefully these aren't depressing matters you wish to talk about. I do not wish to see you lose that smile." Caden gave her hand a squeeze. She had been so quiet when she first moved back to Rookwood Manor after Draco's death. She tried to hide her sadness from them, but he found her numerous times crying and offered her comfort. It was good for them that she came back home and she seemed to find comfort in that as well. Malfoy Manor had never felt like a real home to her, she had confided. She left her two sons - Drake and Raum - with their grandmother, unable to care for them in her grief. Yet Caden had always felt she had no tolerance for those boys to begin with, that it was just a handy excuse to rid herself of them.

"Not depressing at all." Rhyann assured him. "It has more to do with family tradition, a specific family tradition." Her fingers glided over the roses as they passed them and glanced up at him. "Did you father ever have a talk with you about such things before he passed on?"

"My father really didn't talk to us all that much." Caden gave a little shake of head. "He was always working and my mother just let us run about willy nilly."

"Let's sit." The dreamer motioned to the small white gazebo covered in thick ivy. She smoothed out her robes as she sat down with the twenty-one year old. "The Rookwoods have harbored a family secret for centuries. It is one closely guarded. It is why there is only one female child per generation."

"Oh!" Caden nodded, stretching his legs out. "It's that you're a dreamer. There is only one dreamer a generation. It makes sense."

"That's part of it, yes." Rhyann rested her hand on top of one of his, fingers lightly caressing the back of his hand. "There's more to it, Caden. It is the matter of how a dreamer is made."

"Made?" Pleasant little shivers went through him at her touch. "Like, how one is birthed? Is there some special way that's suppose to do? Some spell to make it happen?"

She chuckled quietly. "A dreamer is born just like any other child. No, I'm talking about how one is made. How one is conceived."

"Oh... Oooooh!" Caden felt his cheeks gain a little color. He flipped his hand over under hers so that their palms lay flat against one another and his fingers could touch hers back. "And it's a big family secret how that is done? I mean, you've had two children already. You do know how it's done, right!"

She laughed more loudly this time and leaned a little towards him, breasts grazing against his arm. "Not the mechanics of it, cousin. It is about the two people involved in conceiving a dreamer. It has to be two very specific people. And one of them has to be a dreamer herself."

"And the other?" He almost forgot to say something, distracted as he was at the moment.

"The other," her fingers entwined with is own, "has to be a Rookwood male."

His mouth dropped open slightly. Caden could feel her eyes upon him. He wanted to give a shout of joy. Yet shouldn't he feel some kind of distaste for the idea? He didn't though. It made him feel elated... and aroused. "A Rookwood male?"

"Yes. It's in your blood. I can tell you can feel it. All Rookwood males feel it." Her voice had taken on a new quality. It was soft and alluring. Her free hand slid along his thigh.

It made sense now. As long as he could remember, he had an intense attraction to her. Caden never understood why. He and his brothers always playfully flirted with her. He thought that she was just humoring them. Now it was something else entirely. Now that intensity was burning brighter inside of him.

"It is time to conceive another dreamer." Rhyann whispered into his ear, her lips almost touching his flesh. "And I choose you, Caden."

He gave a little wanton whimper and turned his head to connect his lips with hers. The young wizard has had so many fantasies about a moment like this. The first time he had ever masturbated, it was to a photo of Rhyann. He had masturbated the previous night and it was with her in his mind. He gathered her up in his arms, pulling her onto his lap. She was feather-light, so petite and beautifully perfect.

"Oh gods..." Caden murmured into their fiery kisses. "I had always felt... I didn't know... It feels so right..."

"That's because it is." Rhyann twisted about, straddling him. Her legs bare out of her robes hinting that she wore nothing underneath. She ran her hands through his thick hair, tongue romping with his.

He took her head between his hands, chest heaving as he stared into her eyes. Mirror images of his own. "You won't... you won't have to go away after? I don't want..." Caden knew nothing of their family history only that there was only one female Rookwood in the manor at a time.

"No, don't fret. I never plan to leave..." She assured him with kisses down along his neck making him moan. "And our daughter, she will stay... I will raise her here... She'll be the most powerful dreamer ever..."

"Oooh, Rhyann..." Caden groaned, ripping open the front of her robes and burying his face between her breasts.

She tilted her head back, long hair cascading downwards so that the end touch the floor. Rhyann squirmed seductively against him, encouraging him onwards. A little smile played across her lips. The Rookwood legacy would continue and she would be the mother of a more powerful generation.