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Chapter 4- Of Dreams and Memories
Chapter 4- Of Dreams and Memories
Draco stared out the window, deep in thought. He wondered what was happening to him, but nothing came to mind. He could be coming into his majority, but he wasn’t so sure.
A hand reached out, about to grab his shoulder and he whipped around, fist shooting out as well and it stopped just centimeters from his fathers face. Draco cocked his head to the side as the look of shock faded from his fathers face and anger replaced the expression. Instead of flinching like he would of normally done, Draco put his fist down and turned back to the window.
“Draco what the hell was that?” Lucius asked dangerously. Draco sighed softly. “I wanted to see your reaction.” . He said absently. Lucius opened his mouth, before closing it, he honestly didn’t know what to say to that.
“Is there something you wanted father.” Draco asked quietly. Lucius blinked. “Dinner’s ready” He said simply before turning and walking out of the room, still a little shocked.
Draco faintly acknowledged the news but made no move to follow his father. He had too many things on his mind and didn’t feel like hearing his mother talk about her day or if he was intending to ask Pansy to the ball they were going to set up next month.
This behavior was not normal, Draco didn’t think he liked it. The dreams didn’t help either. They kind of disturbed him with images of the dead walking around freely, eating people who were still alive until these people died and became like them. Draco could say that they were inferi, but they didn’t act like inferi.
Draco’s hand flew to his throat when a searing pain went across it, and he gasped for breath. His stomach started aching and his shivered as he turned cold. Fear. Draco knew that was what he was feeling but he didn’t know why. ‘It’s not real. It is all in my mind’. Draco thought desperately, and was relieved when he could breath clearly again, when warmth came back to him and the pain disappeared.
A name came to mind, as he straightened up, taking a deep breath. Who was this Bates?
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Hermione tried to get interested in her book but no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the words in front of her, they just didn’t sink in.
Hermione sighed in defeat and set the book to the side, letting her thoughts drift. Her thoughts found itself on her dream and she shuddered.
Dream Sequence
The elevator doors at the end of the hallway stood open, revealing an empty shaft. From somewhere far below her, she heard muffled gunshots and explosions. Warm air drifted up from the opening, with it came smoke.
Suddenly a dozen undead pigeons flew from the elevator shaft and shot towards her and she ran. She could feel their claws rake against her neck and batted her hand in their direction, in hopes of knocking them away.
She screamed when another ripped a section of her hair out by the roots. And she tried to run faster, her hand instinctively fell to her stomach, to protect her unborn baby.
As she rounded the corner she slid to a stop when she saw dozens of zombies searching room to room. Fortunately they didn’t see her and she turned the knob of the first door closest to her left, which was thankfully unlocked.
She heaved herself into the room, but two birds managed to make it in there with her, and one flew at her face. It’s razor sharp beak latched onto her eyelid and tugged it off. She screamed again as the second bird plucked her lidless eye from it’s socket.
Half-blind she grabbed a lamp from the table and swung, knocking the first bird to the floor. She swung again, making both the lamp and the second bird explode against the wall.
The first bird rose from off the floor and flew at her face again, and everything vanished in a red cloud of pain. She clutched at the bird, and her fingers grazed over her own eyeball, before she squeezed both it and the bird into a pulp.
She crashed around the room, blindly searching for the door handle. After she found it, she stumbled into the hallway, blood streaming from her empty eye sockets. A voice in the back of her mind warned her that zombies were still in the hallway, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
She held her hands in front of her as she weaved down the hall, one shoulder on the wall. “Can somebody help me?”. She sobbed, though she knew no help would come to her. “Where are you going bitch?”asked a creature. “Please. . .”. She didn’t know what she asking for, mercy or relief from life. “Come here little mouse”. Said another mockingly. She ignored it by crying, “Somebody help me!”. “One blind mouse. See how it runs. . .”. Another one said tauntingly. “Leave me alone!”. She shouted to them.
She turned around, trying to escape the horrible smell of rot and burned flesh, trying to escape the horrible grating voices. She ran, hearing the unmistakable sound of a racking shotgun.
“Please,” she sobbed hysterically. “Somebody---”. Still running she was cut off when she felt as though she were flying. She had fallen down the open elevator shaft.
End Dream Sequence
Hermione took a ragged breatheand was surprised to find that she was sobbing. She hoped to God that, that had never happened, she wished with all her might that it was just a dream, made up by her over stressed mind. Though she wished and hoped these things, Hermione knew that there was more to her dream than she wanted to know.
End Chapter 4
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A/N - The dream was taken directly from the book but I made quite a few changes here and there to make it more interesting.
Please review and tell me what you think.
Draco stared out the window, deep in thought. He wondered what was happening to him, but nothing came to mind. He could be coming into his majority, but he wasn’t so sure.
A hand reached out, about to grab his shoulder and he whipped around, fist shooting out as well and it stopped just centimeters from his fathers face. Draco cocked his head to the side as the look of shock faded from his fathers face and anger replaced the expression. Instead of flinching like he would of normally done, Draco put his fist down and turned back to the window.
“Draco what the hell was that?” Lucius asked dangerously. Draco sighed softly. “I wanted to see your reaction.” . He said absently. Lucius opened his mouth, before closing it, he honestly didn’t know what to say to that.
“Is there something you wanted father.” Draco asked quietly. Lucius blinked. “Dinner’s ready” He said simply before turning and walking out of the room, still a little shocked.
Draco faintly acknowledged the news but made no move to follow his father. He had too many things on his mind and didn’t feel like hearing his mother talk about her day or if he was intending to ask Pansy to the ball they were going to set up next month.
This behavior was not normal, Draco didn’t think he liked it. The dreams didn’t help either. They kind of disturbed him with images of the dead walking around freely, eating people who were still alive until these people died and became like them. Draco could say that they were inferi, but they didn’t act like inferi.
Draco’s hand flew to his throat when a searing pain went across it, and he gasped for breath. His stomach started aching and his shivered as he turned cold. Fear. Draco knew that was what he was feeling but he didn’t know why. ‘It’s not real. It is all in my mind’. Draco thought desperately, and was relieved when he could breath clearly again, when warmth came back to him and the pain disappeared.
A name came to mind, as he straightened up, taking a deep breath. Who was this Bates?
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Hermione tried to get interested in her book but no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the words in front of her, they just didn’t sink in.
Hermione sighed in defeat and set the book to the side, letting her thoughts drift. Her thoughts found itself on her dream and she shuddered.
Dream Sequence
The elevator doors at the end of the hallway stood open, revealing an empty shaft. From somewhere far below her, she heard muffled gunshots and explosions. Warm air drifted up from the opening, with it came smoke.
Suddenly a dozen undead pigeons flew from the elevator shaft and shot towards her and she ran. She could feel their claws rake against her neck and batted her hand in their direction, in hopes of knocking them away.
She screamed when another ripped a section of her hair out by the roots. And she tried to run faster, her hand instinctively fell to her stomach, to protect her unborn baby.
As she rounded the corner she slid to a stop when she saw dozens of zombies searching room to room. Fortunately they didn’t see her and she turned the knob of the first door closest to her left, which was thankfully unlocked.
She heaved herself into the room, but two birds managed to make it in there with her, and one flew at her face. It’s razor sharp beak latched onto her eyelid and tugged it off. She screamed again as the second bird plucked her lidless eye from it’s socket.
Half-blind she grabbed a lamp from the table and swung, knocking the first bird to the floor. She swung again, making both the lamp and the second bird explode against the wall.
The first bird rose from off the floor and flew at her face again, and everything vanished in a red cloud of pain. She clutched at the bird, and her fingers grazed over her own eyeball, before she squeezed both it and the bird into a pulp.
She crashed around the room, blindly searching for the door handle. After she found it, she stumbled into the hallway, blood streaming from her empty eye sockets. A voice in the back of her mind warned her that zombies were still in the hallway, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
She held her hands in front of her as she weaved down the hall, one shoulder on the wall. “Can somebody help me?”. She sobbed, though she knew no help would come to her. “Where are you going bitch?”asked a creature. “Please. . .”. She didn’t know what she asking for, mercy or relief from life. “Come here little mouse”. Said another mockingly. She ignored it by crying, “Somebody help me!”. “One blind mouse. See how it runs. . .”. Another one said tauntingly. “Leave me alone!”. She shouted to them.
She turned around, trying to escape the horrible smell of rot and burned flesh, trying to escape the horrible grating voices. She ran, hearing the unmistakable sound of a racking shotgun.
“Please,” she sobbed hysterically. “Somebody---”. Still running she was cut off when she felt as though she were flying. She had fallen down the open elevator shaft.
End Dream Sequence
Hermione took a ragged breatheand was surprised to find that she was sobbing. She hoped to God that, that had never happened, she wished with all her might that it was just a dream, made up by her over stressed mind. Though she wished and hoped these things, Hermione knew that there was more to her dream than she wanted to know.
End Chapter 4
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A/N - The dream was taken directly from the book but I made quite a few changes here and there to make it more interesting.
Please review and tell me what you think.