EDITED:July 17, 2013; Changed and added some things.
Disclaimer: I own none of them
AN: Read AN at the bottom.
.
.
Everything's airy and light.
The colours are mellowed somehow.
They're in an apricot building.
School?
Most probably.
There's noise.
So much of it.
He's surrounded by his friends.
They're all in kindergarten
They're wearing those pastel blue airy uniforms, the girls wore puffier shorts though.
Classes start.
The room they're in is pale.
Everyone is finding a place to sit.
He sits on the padded floor, not in front but neither is he at the back.
He turns his attention forward.
There's a man up front.
Their teacher?
Most probably.
Their teacher looks familiar.
Lucien?
But Lucien has no business with the Waking.
Is he dreaming then?
He's sure that he's nowhere near the Dreaming.
He's not one to question things.
At least not anymore.
He's fond of Lucien though.
The librarian let's him stay a little longer than was permitted in the library.
His uncle certainly didn't mind, it was his library after all.
But as he said so himself, he's not as he was once was.
He's still put out that he couldn't make it to the man's funeral.
But he's met his uncle and he said it was fine, said his brother didn't attend either, technically, and he says he wanted to attend as well but there are rules.
He, himself, follows them.
Usually.
The bell rings again.
Classes ends.
Oh dear.
He didn't really pay attention to what Lucien said.
Nonetheless, he stands up just as the other do.
Lucien, as he herds the rambunctious children out the door, smiles slightly when he passed.
The dream even patted his head when he passed.
The children are outside.
Him as well.
The colours didn't exactly intensify.
It's recess.
It's also chaos.
Children laughing and screaming.
Delirium could be felt in their happiness.
It would be nice if she's here.
But she's not.
He is her favourite family member to poke at.
But she has no real business in Dreaming.
That has never really stopped her before though.
He wanders off.
And he's sitting in the tree's shade.
He blinks and tilts his head.
He wonders and ponders on when and how he's gotten himself there.
He stares for a bit into space.
"HARRY!"
And then he's being tackled to the ground by Peter and Gwen.
He tastes the grass.
He doesn't mind.
It actually tastes like cotton candy.
Then again it is pink.
He's laughing now.
The three of them are.
Full of smiles.
Wade's there, though when the three of them suddenly calmed he looks ike he'd jump in their pile as well.
The three just give him a look that dares him to disrupt them.
He backs off, a little put off but somehow used to the three of them just wanting him not ruining their moments.
Eventually they stand up.
Peter's missing a tooth, so when he smiles there's gap in it.
Wade sported several more scratches on his knees, probably he can't stay in one place for more than a minute.
Gwen oddly enough wore bright orange headband to keep back her short hair from her face, but it was little large for her head and would often slip.
All in all they're bright.
Compared to the pastel background that sways every other beat at least.
He was about to open his mouth to ask them something.
The bell rings again.
He closes his gob.
He and the others just walk back to where Lucien waits.
The librarian stands there by the door, that gentle suffering smile still on his face, per usual, as he greets the children again.
He's the last one to enter.
He stops and blinks again and tilts his head up to look up at him.
"Who's that?"
He was referring to the raven perched on the librarian's shoulder.
"This is Jessamy. Matthew's gotten himself in trouble again. And Tethys is out on an errand as per Eve's request."
Lucien's suffering smile intensifies a bit.
"Ah..."
From what he remembers, those ravens have already died.
Again.
Bar Tethys.
Never met that one, yet.
...wait.
Nevermind.
"Yes. Well, because of that, I need to leave early today. Come along young master, Director Fury will be watching the class since my leaving is in such short notice."
The librarian leads him back to the throng of children.
"Your mother will, however, still be picking you up in a couple hours. Nothing to worry about."
"If you say so."
Although it seemed Lucien had enough time to read to the children a story for naptime before leaving.
His sleeping mat was a pale and dusty blue-grey thing with the symbol of Death's Hallows in white; not that any of the children he's with knows it meanings.
Peter's was blue with a red spider outlined black.
Gwen had a mint green one with the periodic table printed on it.
Wade's looked like on of those S.H.E.I.L.D. Sanctioned sleeping mats, devoid of colour.
He was curled together with Peter and Gwen.
Wade was to their left.
And just as Lucien finishes the story, just as Harry was sleepily closing his eyes, sandwiched between Peter and Gwen; he wakes up.
.
.
.
He wakes up.
Looking around he's on the couch. Peter's on the other end, passed out as well. Gwen was covered in a blanket, sleeping in front of the couch where Harry woke up on. Wade was in an uncomfortable position on the only arm chair in his apartment.
It was a Movie Marathon Weekend as per their tradition. He briefly wonders what brought about that dream before getting up as quietly as he can to make breakfast for all of them. Dark as the apartment is, it's been his for some time now and he knows the way despite the lack of light, bathing everything an odd blue.
"Mreow."
He looks down, arms full of things he needs to make the four of them breakfast, and sees the little black kitten trying to get out of one of the numerous take-out boxes scattered in his apartment because it was a Movie Marathon Weekend and they haven't really left his apartment since Friday night. Navy-blue eyes were mildly pleading at him.
"Nnrraow."
Sighing, he banishes the ingredients back to the fridge, the bowls and other utensils back to the cupboards and picks up the kitten, heading towards his small bedroom; leaving his friends to sleep in some more in his living room.
"Alright, Tom, you win. Off to bed we go. This means you play nice with Loki this Tuesday though, you hear?" He whispers to the little shapeshifter as he strokes his fur and the boy nuzzles him in response.
He climbs to his bed, unlike most of the furniture and the apartment itself, it was in a rather nice shape, and slept for a few more hours. The little shapeshifter enclosed in his arms.
The wards in his room is set to wake him up when it strikes eleven that morning. Or if his friends wake. Whatever comes first.
.
.
.
AN: Still looking for a beta. Reason for needing a beta, out of the 30,000+ words worth several different chapters of varying length, only 12,000 (more or less) have been uploaded. So yeah, I need a beta.