Disclaimer: Draco, Harry, and Hogwarts all belong to the genius of
J.K. Rowling and various publishers. The song "My Imaginary"
belongs to Evanescence and is on their CD "Fallen."
Summary: Harry's insane. Or is he? Which reality is real, and
which one is the dream? D/H
Here it is...feedback is VERY welcome!
My Imaginary
A tall, dark-haired man stands at the edge of a grand lake, watching with a small smile as large tentacles splash about in the water as the sun sets.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
A gust of wind ruffles his hair and makes his black robes billow around him.
"Harry!" a breathless voice calls from behind him.
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
The man turns, broken emerald eyes meeting shimmering silver ones.
"Draco." His voice wavers slightly.
"Harry...I - I love you! I'm so sorry I couldn't say it before now, but ---"
The Slytherin's words are cut off by Harry's mouth suddenly claiming his.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Suddenly, Harry isn't kissing Draco anymore. He isn't by the lake. He's not even at Hogwarts.
He stares up at an unchanging white ceiling, knowing he can't move.
He never can when he sees this place. His hands and feet are tightly bound to the bed he lies on with leather straps.
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos -- your reality
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Aware today, are we?" A grey-haired man in a white labe coat approaches his bed, giving a face to the voice.
Harry licks his dry, chapped lips, "Draco?" he asks hoarsely.
The doctor frowns, "Mr. Potter . . . this world you've believed yourself to be living in . . . this . . . Hogwarts . . . it does not exist. Vernon Dursley, your uncle, beat you when you were a child and you seem to have gone into yourself to escape. It is time you left your fantasies behind and let us help you."
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
"I . . . NO! Hogwarts is real! I'm the boy-who-lived! Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry's denial was almost tangible, seeming to suck the air from the room.
"No, Harry, your parents were killed in a car accident when you were very young."
"But . . . Draco! Draco's real! He loves me! He couldn't tell me before, but now he can! Draco loves me! Let me go!" He begins to struggle violently agains his bonds.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
The world seemed to split in Harry's vision, flashing between Hogwarts and the mental institution. Images of Draco looking at him worriedly, and then the doctor screaming for a nurse, and then back to Draco, the doctor, Draco, doctor, Draco, doctor, DracodoctorDracodoctorDracodoctorDracodoctor -----
A scream erupted from Harry's throat, Hogwarts Hary clutching his head and falling to the ground in a heap, while Hospital Harry thrashed about in his bed.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
A nurse rushed in and gave some kind of shot. As Hospital Harry's eyes grew heavy and eventually closed, Hogwarts Harry's breathing calmed and he slowly got up from the ground.
Draco's eyebrows drew together in concern, "Harry?"
Bloodshot green eyes jerked upward to meet Draco's.
After just gazing at him for a moment, Harry backed away from Draco.
"I can't . . . I don't understand . . . " His voice cracked, "How can this not be real?"
Draco barely had time to catch Harry as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
I wrote this a few years ago in class...just thought I'd finally post it and see what everyone thinks. I once posted it on a yahoo group, though it was a little different then. So, no I did not steal this from myself. I admit...it's kinda goofy, but I was 16 (now 19).
