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'Dream'
:memory:
All the things one has forgotten,
scream for help in dreams.
"And then you fold it like this…and tada! You now have your very own paper airplane!"
"Blaise, you're crazy…"
"Well at least I'm not sulking!" Blaise stuck his tongue out at his friend, who at the moment was sitting in the library sulking. His eyes where glued to a note that his transfiguration teacher had given him not 20 minutes earlier.
"I'm not sulking!" Draco was not a happy camper at this point in time though. Mind you any other child would have been happy with the note, but Draco was not. His professor was excusing him from all of the tests in her class; the only problem was that there was a catch. He didn't have to take the test as long as the student he was tutoring 'Aced' them. That was the problem came, Draco didn't want to tutor anyone, especially not her, Kaori. Apparently because she has not been coming to class, the headmaster figured that she would not know what was going on and had instructed each teacher to help her along. Just what Draco wanted to do!
"Hey, don't get testy with me, Commander Fluffy Paws!"
"…Commander Fluffy Paws…?"
"Yep that's your new nick-name! I made it up my self!"
"…Alright, Hyper-Active Fuzz Ball!"
"That's Capt. to you, Sir Paws!"
The two boys laugh a true laugh, it had seemed ages since they had. Neither noticed a young figure in the corner give a small smile at there antics.
'Draco walked into a small room; it was dimly lit by candles with small blue flames. As he looked around he saw a figure. It was looking out of the only window there; the moon was shinning brightly on its porcelain skin. It was a girl, well, young lady. She wore a long sleek black dress. Her back was to him and Draco could see a medium sized tattoo. Yet it really didn't look like a tattoo, its lines were formed with scars. They looked as if they were caused by a knife, drawn in the shape of a Celtic cross. Her brown her cascaded down her back, her slim arms supporting her on the window sill.
Scattered at her feet where blacken rose petals. She turned her head slowly to meet his glaze. Her face was unknown to him, her eyes where beautiful, he could see unbridled will power in them; they shone bright into the darkest of midnights. They where old eyes though, eyes that had seen too much, known too much. They pierced his soul, searching for something, anything; anything that would make him human. Then he saw it, sadness, mercy, pain. The emotions flowed out of them like a river.
The young boy felt draw towards them, toward her. Yet when he tried to move he couldn't. Darkness was slowly creeping up his legs, taking him into its grasp. Draco then looked at himself, the darkness was creating gashes in his flesh and blood was dripping on to the floor. As he looked to the girl for help, she changed. She was no long a sad girl in a long black dress, but an angel. Angelic wings grew from the tattoo on her back as her dress shifted in to a short flowing white one. As the wings grew, the scars turned into thin golden threads, shining in the night. She turned to face him, offering her hand to him. Draco reached out to the angelic beauty barely brushing her hand was the darkness pulled him closer. When he touched her, his wounds stopped bleeding and slowly mended themselves. He looked into the angel's eyes as she started to fade away. He tried to call out to her, to stop her, to tell her…
Then the room went black, the angel's light was gone and Draco could only feel cold. Screams of pain filled his ears, memories flooded his mind. Innocent dying, wicked getting away, something in life was unbalanced; something wasn't helping the good guys. The bad guys kept winning; they kept killing and torturing.
A pair of red eyes shone in the dark. The haunted him, watched him. They wanted to hurt him. A voice spoke out, it was low and evil.
"Vos nutus exsisto tempero per ego! Vos nutus ministro!"'
Draco awoke with a start; he was lying in his own bed, covered in a cold sweat. His heart and mind were racing. What was that about? He hadn't dreamed since…well since before he could remember. He had asked his mother about it and she said that dreams will come when he needed them most. She had always said to listen to his dreams when they came; they would help him more then he could ever know.
:It was a bright summer day; Draco was lying in the grass, resting after riding his broom. He heard foot steps and turned his head to see his mother. She was caring a tray of fresh lemonade; it was his favorite.
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Draco always like when his mother made lemonade the muggle way, it was always so much fresher and sweeter. As his mother walked over to him, her white dress and blond hair flowed softly in the light breeze. She sat down next to him and offered him a glass.
"Thank you," Draco's 6 year old voice spoke in the peaceful silence that was all around them.
"You're welcome," his mother replied to him in her soft, soothing voice. She smiled and looked off into the distance. Moments of silence passed between them.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
"Mother? What do you dream about?" Draco had always wondered what people dreamed about- he had never dreamed. The smile on his mother's lips flattered slightly, but she then had an understanding look in her eyes as she looked at her only son.
"Some times I dream about you and your father, playing on your brooms in the middle of a beautiful summer day. Other times, I dream, there are night mares. You father has to wake me up and give me a hug to make them go away." The woman's small smile had reappeared.
"Why do you just take a potion to get rid of them?" Draco was curious why his mother would want to have nightmare. His friend, Blaise, had told him about some of his; afterward Draco didn't look under his bed for a month.
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
"Because every dream means something. Even the bad ones have a reason for being there. Dreams…are like memories; you have to have the bad to balance out the good.":
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
A/N: the Latin means- 'you will be control by me, you will serve'—I know sounds weird in English, but I don't know how to make like a sent. in Latin! Hehe
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