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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,437
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Come Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or BTVS, those belong to Joanne Kathrine Rowling and Joss Whedon. (But I would LOVE to borrow Severus. I’ll give him back… eventually… I promise!) Absolutely NO $$ is being made from this.
Thanks to Sita for beta’ing this for me. Any mistakes left are due to my ‘futzing’ with it.
A/N: I forgot to mention this with the first chapter. This will have two pairings, Hermione/Oz and Drusilla/?. Hermione will be a little OOC since this is an AU and she has been through a traumatic event. Ron and HG have only ever been friends in my version and I haven’t decided about Draco. I am ignoring HBP as is my right as an author. Music is a big influence to my muse, so there will usually be one song per chapter. Con-crit is welcomed. If my other characters become too OOC, please let me know as this is my first!
Thank you to all who review.
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Lyrics
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[thoughts]
~~~
dreams/flashback
~~~
*** scene breaks
Sirenes
Come Dreams
Chapter 2
Drusilla enlists Oz’s help.
~~~~~~~~~~
Blood…
Screaming…
Wild brown hair covering toffee colored eyes…
“Please…”
~~~~~~~~~~~
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Oz snorts and rolls over, wondering if the pounding was leftover from his disturbing dream or for real.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[Huh, well that answered his question.]
Oz rolls out of bed, and pulls on a pair of low-slung sweat pants. In a rolling gait that reveals his true nature, he makes his way to the door. Rising to his toes, he looks through the peephole…
“What the…???”
“Drusilla? What are you doing here?” Oz asks incredulously. The normally stoic lycanthrope was feeling a bit more than agitated at the sight of Drusilla trying to peer back at him through his peephole.
“Princess needs puppy’s help! Sweet siren is broken and needs her white knight.” Dru whimpers. “The stars told me where to find you. Please help her…”
“Drusilla, I’m not about to invite you in. Who is it that needs help?” Oz asks skeptically. He breaths deeply through his nose and smells blood. “You better not have killed anyone in this building.”
“I brought the wounded bird to you, naughty puppy. The pixies are dancing, singing of your dreams. She is here. Princess is so very hungry… NO, no tea and cakes for me.” Dru croons to Oz through the door, trying desperately to convince him to open the door. Dru knows she isn’t making much sense, but in her agitated state she cannot calm herself enough to be lucid.
She mumbles to herself, “All will be lost if puppy doesn’t help the music sing. Mean daddy hurt his princess and broke her heart. The stars sang a new song and told Princess to fly back home.” Dru slides down the door and begins to rock. “She must be good to get her prezzies. No burning spark for Princess… must prove worthy of her wicked dark knight.”
Oz leans on the other side of his door listening to Dru babble on.
[Drusilla is certainly harder to understand than Willow-babble…]
Oz closes his eyes in anticipation of the pain.
[OK, NOT going there again man, she’s happy and lost to you.]
He opens his eyes and realizes that it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Huh…
Dru bangs her head on the bottom panel of the door.
“Wicked hound… daydreaming of the little tree when he should be helping his sweet song…” She begins to cry in earnest.
A nearly silent moan came from the pile of dark cloth lying next to Dru. If not for his enhanced hearing, Oz would have never heard it.
Throwing the door open, Oz watches Dru bounce off the barrier and jump gracefully to her feet, a hopeful smile turned to him.
“Princess promises to not hurt the wolf. Please help our treasure?” Dru says as she bounces up and down excitedly. She knows all will be well now that he has opened the door.
Another moan escapes from the cloth-pile again and it shifts just barely. Oz, with cross in hand, says to Dru “No wrong moves or you’re dust. Who, or what is that? And why did you come here?”
Very slowly, so she doesn’t alarm the wolf, Dru slides over to the bundle and effortlessly picks it up. An arm flops free and Oz sees a delicate wrist covered in bruises and blood. Dru carefully makes her way to her side of the barrier and holds out her arms. “Please take her, she is yours. The stars are crying for you. She will ease your pain.”
Oz realizes he is beginning to understand Drusilla’s crazy talk. Kinda disturbing but cool at the same time. He quickly reaches out and feels for a pulse. [You can’t be too cautious with Drusilla] He thinks.
Oz decides to take a chance and reaches across the threshold to take the bundle from the mad vampiress. It’s a bit heavier than he expects and as he brings the bundle into his home, a head flops back and Oz sees her face.
**Flash**
~~~~
Blood…
Screaming…
Wild brown hair covering toffee colored eyes…
“Please…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
**end flash**
[Hmmm a little unsettling, how did this girl get from my dream to my doorstep?] Oz wonders. Due to the swelling, he can’t see her eyes, but Oz is certain this is the girl from his dream. He realizes her injuries are quite severe and moves to place her on the futon in the living room. Hermione moans louder and begins to whimper in pain.
Dru leans on the doorjamb to keep her eyes on Hermione and begins to hum. Hermione settles a little as Dru hums so Oz tells her to continue. He knows instinctively that sending this girl, no … woman, to a hospital would be a death sentence.
Oz sits on the floor in front of the futon and begins to meditate. What little magical ability he had was discovered during his training with the Monks in Tibet. He knew he needed to center himself in order to access his ability. As his power rises, he places his left hand over her head and his right over her heart.
Dru begins to sway and sing:
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Pretty dreams, my baby, wait
Just beyond the Slumber Gate;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Day is done and night is near,
Off to sleep now, baby dear;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Now it's time for you to sleep,
Hush now, baby, not a peep;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She continues to sing as she watches Oz work on the girl.
Oz can feel the healing of her most grievous injuries. Bones knitting, internal injuries closing and concussion fading. He removes his hands and slumps forward.
[huh, that’s never happened before] Oz thinks to himself right before passing out from the drain of power.
Hermione calms and slips deeper into a healing sleep.
Dru stops singing and releases a deep sigh in relief. She quirks her finger at the door, summoning it closed. “It wouldn’t do to have the neighbors peeping in on my sweetlings.” She turns and picks up a blindfolded doll from the other side of the doorjamb.
“Come Miss Edith, Mummy needs tea and cakes.”
* * * * *
The song is Come Dreams
An Old French Lullaby
By L.A.E. Poulsson
Please review and let me know what you think!
TBC
Thanks to Sita for beta’ing this for me. Any mistakes left are due to my ‘futzing’ with it.
A/N: I forgot to mention this with the first chapter. This will have two pairings, Hermione/Oz and Drusilla/?. Hermione will be a little OOC since this is an AU and she has been through a traumatic event. Ron and HG have only ever been friends in my version and I haven’t decided about Draco. I am ignoring HBP as is my right as an author. Music is a big influence to my muse, so there will usually be one song per chapter. Con-crit is welcomed. If my other characters become too OOC, please let me know as this is my first!
Thank you to all who review.
------------------------------------------------------------------
^^^^^
Lyrics
^^^^^
[thoughts]
~~~
dreams/flashback
~~~
*** scene breaks
Sirenes
Come Dreams
Chapter 2
Drusilla enlists Oz’s help.
~~~~~~~~~~
Blood…
Screaming…
Wild brown hair covering toffee colored eyes…
“Please…”
~~~~~~~~~~~
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Oz snorts and rolls over, wondering if the pounding was leftover from his disturbing dream or for real.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[Huh, well that answered his question.]
Oz rolls out of bed, and pulls on a pair of low-slung sweat pants. In a rolling gait that reveals his true nature, he makes his way to the door. Rising to his toes, he looks through the peephole…
“What the…???”
“Drusilla? What are you doing here?” Oz asks incredulously. The normally stoic lycanthrope was feeling a bit more than agitated at the sight of Drusilla trying to peer back at him through his peephole.
“Princess needs puppy’s help! Sweet siren is broken and needs her white knight.” Dru whimpers. “The stars told me where to find you. Please help her…”
“Drusilla, I’m not about to invite you in. Who is it that needs help?” Oz asks skeptically. He breaths deeply through his nose and smells blood. “You better not have killed anyone in this building.”
“I brought the wounded bird to you, naughty puppy. The pixies are dancing, singing of your dreams. She is here. Princess is so very hungry… NO, no tea and cakes for me.” Dru croons to Oz through the door, trying desperately to convince him to open the door. Dru knows she isn’t making much sense, but in her agitated state she cannot calm herself enough to be lucid.
She mumbles to herself, “All will be lost if puppy doesn’t help the music sing. Mean daddy hurt his princess and broke her heart. The stars sang a new song and told Princess to fly back home.” Dru slides down the door and begins to rock. “She must be good to get her prezzies. No burning spark for Princess… must prove worthy of her wicked dark knight.”
Oz leans on the other side of his door listening to Dru babble on.
[Drusilla is certainly harder to understand than Willow-babble…]
Oz closes his eyes in anticipation of the pain.
[OK, NOT going there again man, she’s happy and lost to you.]
He opens his eyes and realizes that it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Huh…
Dru bangs her head on the bottom panel of the door.
“Wicked hound… daydreaming of the little tree when he should be helping his sweet song…” She begins to cry in earnest.
A nearly silent moan came from the pile of dark cloth lying next to Dru. If not for his enhanced hearing, Oz would have never heard it.
Throwing the door open, Oz watches Dru bounce off the barrier and jump gracefully to her feet, a hopeful smile turned to him.
“Princess promises to not hurt the wolf. Please help our treasure?” Dru says as she bounces up and down excitedly. She knows all will be well now that he has opened the door.
Another moan escapes from the cloth-pile again and it shifts just barely. Oz, with cross in hand, says to Dru “No wrong moves or you’re dust. Who, or what is that? And why did you come here?”
Very slowly, so she doesn’t alarm the wolf, Dru slides over to the bundle and effortlessly picks it up. An arm flops free and Oz sees a delicate wrist covered in bruises and blood. Dru carefully makes her way to her side of the barrier and holds out her arms. “Please take her, she is yours. The stars are crying for you. She will ease your pain.”
Oz realizes he is beginning to understand Drusilla’s crazy talk. Kinda disturbing but cool at the same time. He quickly reaches out and feels for a pulse. [You can’t be too cautious with Drusilla] He thinks.
Oz decides to take a chance and reaches across the threshold to take the bundle from the mad vampiress. It’s a bit heavier than he expects and as he brings the bundle into his home, a head flops back and Oz sees her face.
**Flash**
~~~~
Blood…
Screaming…
Wild brown hair covering toffee colored eyes…
“Please…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
**end flash**
[Hmmm a little unsettling, how did this girl get from my dream to my doorstep?] Oz wonders. Due to the swelling, he can’t see her eyes, but Oz is certain this is the girl from his dream. He realizes her injuries are quite severe and moves to place her on the futon in the living room. Hermione moans louder and begins to whimper in pain.
Dru leans on the doorjamb to keep her eyes on Hermione and begins to hum. Hermione settles a little as Dru hums so Oz tells her to continue. He knows instinctively that sending this girl, no … woman, to a hospital would be a death sentence.
Oz sits on the floor in front of the futon and begins to meditate. What little magical ability he had was discovered during his training with the Monks in Tibet. He knew he needed to center himself in order to access his ability. As his power rises, he places his left hand over her head and his right over her heart.
Dru begins to sway and sing:
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Pretty dreams, my baby, wait
Just beyond the Slumber Gate;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Day is done and night is near,
Off to sleep now, baby dear;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Now it's time for you to sleep,
Hush now, baby, not a peep;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She continues to sing as she watches Oz work on the girl.
Oz can feel the healing of her most grievous injuries. Bones knitting, internal injuries closing and concussion fading. He removes his hands and slumps forward.
[huh, that’s never happened before] Oz thinks to himself right before passing out from the drain of power.
Hermione calms and slips deeper into a healing sleep.
Dru stops singing and releases a deep sigh in relief. She quirks her finger at the door, summoning it closed. “It wouldn’t do to have the neighbors peeping in on my sweetlings.” She turns and picks up a blindfolded doll from the other side of the doorjamb.
“Come Miss Edith, Mummy needs tea and cakes.”
* * * * *
The song is Come Dreams
An Old French Lullaby
By L.A.E. Poulsson
Please review and let me know what you think!
TBC