Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: I make no money off of this… like I could anyway.

Okay, some one asked and yes I am a girl. But wouldn’t that have been humiliating if I weren’t?


Dumbledore looked out of his window grimly, watching Hedwig fly away with his letter clutched in her claws. He hoped that Harry wouldn’t make a fuss, but it just wouldn’t do to have a fag, a freak in his domain. Disgusting things really, he thought, absolutely useless if it couldn’t turn out more magical creatures.

He sat down at his ornate desk, musing over the state of his world. He was out a potions teacher, Minerva had suddenly decided that fags weren’t bad, so he was out a Deputy Headmistress, and he was out a figurehead for the light. ‘Maybe I can turn that Granger girl into the next something…’

Meanwhile, Hedwig was having a pleasant journey. She was away from the evil headmaster – she always got the heebie jeebies from that man – and she was off to see her Harry. The sky was blue; the wind was in her favor, and WHACK!!!

Hedwig had blacked out, Remus saw, and winced as he realized how hard that he had hit the bird. But this needed to be done, and it was the only way that the bird would let him point his wand at the letter that she was delivering. He hurriedly scribbled down two messages onto the paper, waved his wand over it, and gently put it back into Hedwig’s
claw. He let himself melt back into the forest that he had come from, and pointed his wand at Hedwig.

“Enervate!” he hissed as quietly as he could, so as not to disturb the daytime creatures of his forest. The bird looked up, and all around before popping up to her feet and taking off, looking rather embarrassed.

Remus watched her go, and prayed that his trick would work.

Harry was in the library reading a book, when a movement in the corner of his eye had him hastily shoving the book between his armchair’s cushions and arm. He guiltily looked up and sighed with relief when he realized that it was only Hedwig. He took the letter from her claw, and saw the Hogwarts seal on the front, holding the folded paper together.

He climbed to his feet, and once he was sure that no one was in the library, got out the book to put it back into the erotic section. He headed out of the library and turned left to go to Tom’s study. It wasn’t far from the library, and soon Harry was knocking at his mate’s door.

Tom looked up when there was a knock at his door. He motioned for Draco to open it, and the young man did. Harry was standing in the doorway, looking a little bit apprehensive.

“Tom, might I ask why the Malfoys are here?” Harry enquired politely, if a little bit stiffly. He thought that he was being left out of something, because it had been decided long ago that if Draco could hear it, Harry could.

“They arrived here just now Harry, we were all going to discuss the sleepover that is tonight, remember?” Tom asked with a small smile, knowing that if Harry had been in the library, he had gotten wrapped up in whatever he was doing and had totally forgotten. Harry had a habit of doing that, no matter what he was reading.

Harry blushed a little bit, he had forgotten. He shook his head mutely and handed the letter to Tom. “I would have opened it myself, but I wanted to be sure that there were no spells on it.”

Severus gave Harry a small and very awkward hug. It was awkward because Severus was eight months in and as big around as a beach ball. Harry gave Lucius a small wave, which was returned. Tom brought their attention back to himself by whipping out his wand and waving it over the letter.

“No spells that could cause harm or hypnotize Harry, go ahead and read it.”

Harry reached for the letter, only for Tom to snag his wrist and pull Harry into his lap. Harry was so used to it by now that he didn’t even blush, but he did shake his head as he opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

The letter began, the flowing script identical to the handwriting that was in his beginning of term letters.

I am writing to inform you that you are not welcome to Hogwarts this year, as your kind are not welcome here. If and when you see the error of your ways, you are welcome to write myself or any of my staff to seek re-admittance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Until then,

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster
Nadia Sinisrta, Deputy Headmistress and Gryfindor house head

Harry, its me Remus. I pass no judgment, (hell, I’ve no right to pass judgment!) I only wish to know that you are okay. Is Sirius there? How is Snape? Please owl me back as soon as possible, I miss you very much.

Harry pulled a thoughtful face at the last part, and looked up at Tom, expecting to see the same look on his face. What he saw was very different though. Tom looked absolutely furious, and was practically shaking with rage. Harry looked back down at the letter to see if he had read something that Ron had not said to him… earlier.

Tom snatched the letter from him and practically threw it to Lucius.

“I want you to find this Remus person and kill him for so insulting what is MINE!!!” roared Tom, as he pulled Harry in closer to him.

“My lord, what on earth would Lupin hace written to offend you? He’s homosexual, and used to be involved with the mutt. Plus, I know as a fact that he absolutely adores Harry, had since the day that Harry was born.” Severus observed confusedly.

Harry tried to twist around and look at Tom but Tom had put Harry’s head under his chin and was holding him quite firmly. Finally Harry gave up on looking at Tom and said, (albeit his voice was very muffled) “Tom, what did he say that was wrong? It was a very polite, if hurried note.”

Tom pulled back to stare at Harry in disbelief. “What part of that note was polite? Some of that language I don’t hear my lowest Death Eaters use!”

Harry stared at him in shock as Severus snatched the letter from Lucius to see. Severus’ face lost all of its blood, and Harry again asked, “What?” Draco reached for the letter, but all of the men in the room over twenty one glared at him, and his hand wilted back to his side.

Harry said, “But all that it asked was how was I and were was Sirius? What’s wrong with that?” Tom looked at him oddly. Severus looked from Harry to the letter, and Lucius looked as though he had turned to marble, not a muscle on his body moving. One could barely see him breathing.

Harry cocked his head to the side and thought, ‘I know that I read it right. There’s no way that you can mistake what I read for what they must be seeing to be so offended.’

Tom took the letter back from Snape, and after telling Harry to turn around so that he wouldn’t see it again, waved his wand over the paper. Nothing changed and he frowned. “Harry, hon, there are no spells on this letter.” Harry whirled around and grabbed Tom’s hand. “I did not hallucinate what I saw Tom. You must see it!”

Suddenly Tom frowned and said slowly, “I do now Harry. What did you do to change it?”

“Nothing” replied Harry in confusion. “Was it the bond?”

Tom’s face paled dramatically, and he locked eyes with Lucius. “Lucius, isn’t the mating season for Veela and Vampires coming up?”