Flight and Magic Chapter 3
AN: Sorry for taking so long to get this chapter up.
Harry Potter woke slowly, wandering at the hard bed. 'Must have rolled off the bed' Harry thought to himself. 'The beds in Hogwarts aren't this hard.'
It was when Harry realized that he couldn't move that he remembered where he was. Slowly he forced open an eye and quickly shut it as glass crunched deeper into his skin. He held in a whimper as he laid there beneath the stairs. Pain racked his body but he was no stranger to pain. Pain had been the only constant in his life for years. Harry lay there silently with his eyes still closed. Sleep crept along the edges of his mind and soon he was resting once more.
Harry dreamed.
Harry was standing in a large white room. He looked around and soon saw a small black-headed little boy tucked into a corner. Harry uncertainly moved toward the small child who had his knees tucked tightly against her chin. Frightened hazel eyes watched Harry as he stepped closer.
"I'm sorry sir" the child whispered. "I didn't mean to make any noise. I'm sorry."
Harry felt a pain in his heart for the small boy across from him and he knelt in front of the child. "It is alright child. I won't hurt you."
The small child stared at Harry for a long moment before he slightly tilted his head and quietly spoke. "Do-do you have a name, sir?"
Harry blinked at the child's question that seemed so innocent but the terror in the child's eyes proved other wise. Harry smiled slightly trying to ease the child's fear. "Yes, I have a name. My name is Harry, Harry Potter. What is your name?"
The child's eyes went wide and he quickly shook his head. The terror there had increased tenfold. "I-I don't ha-have a na-name, sir. I am not worthy."
Harry closed his eyes as he was forcefully reminded of Dobby. "Of course you deserve a name little one. Who told you such a lie?"
The little boy's eyes widened further at Harry's words. He tilted his head to the side as if to judge if he could trust this older person. Seemingly deciding Harry was indeed trustworthy and shyly started talking. "The-the-the la-lady Harry. The- the lady that took me in. My momma died when she had me. The lady said I killed my momma so I didn't deserve a name."
Harry moved closer to the small child and held out his arms. Instantly the child was hugging Harry tightly. Harry gently ran his fingers through the smaller boy's hair.
"You deserve a name little one. Everyone deserves a name. Would you like me to think of a name for you?"
The little boy drew away from Harry's chest and gave the older boy a look of awe. Tears welled up in the dark hazel eyes and the small child nodded slowly. Harry smiled for the child and gently drew the boy to his chest once more. The child buried his face against Harry's chest and quietly sniffled.
"It's alright little one. Come on; let's think of a name for you."
Harry lifted his head and looked around the bright white room they were in. A frown tugged on his lips, he had never seen a place like this before, there were no walls, seemingly no ending and no beginning. "Little one" he finally asked. "Do you know where we are?"
The smaller boy slowly drew away from Harry. His hazel eyes sought out Harry's emerald ones. The small boy gave Harry a serious look.
"This is the place of your dreams and emotions. Try it, get angry."
Harry closed his eyes and thought of the little boy that clung to him so tightly. Anger welled up in his spirit as he thought about the lady that dared to hurt such an innocent boy.
"See Harry."
The soft voice caused Harry to slowly open his eyes and was surprised to see that the once white expanse was a small dark red place with sharp spikes protruding from the walls facing the two boys. Fear filled Harry and the color changed to a smoky gray and the spikes edged away.
"Your dreams show here as well. Think of something, try it."
Harry smiled at the excited youngster then settled comfortably on the ground with the child in his lap.
"Okay my little Sogno. I will think of something."
The smaller child lifted his head and stared in awe up at Harry. "Is that my name? Sogno?"
"It is if you want it to be."
Sogno nodded happily then snuggled against Harry's chest and listened to the heart beat as Harry slowly closed his eyes and began to concentrate.
AN: Alright, we have left Draco to his own devices for far too long. Time to go check on him. 761 words without the arthours notes. So be happy!