I never liked dreaming. Not really. They always have a way of ruining reality.
Sometimes they leave high expectations that disappoint us when they aren't fulfilled.
Sometimes they tamper with the ideas we have of our day to day lives and make us believe what we have going for us isn't good enough.
Sometimes... they reveal too much.
Harry laid on the ground with his wand in his hand. Back in the place where it had all started. Godric's Hollow.
"Come on, Tommy Boy. Is that all you've got?" The scar headed boy spat at the cloaked man, staggering to his feet and trying to regain his balance. He spit towards the ground and as some ran down his chin, I could see it's crimson red color.
His head was busted, and his glasses half cracked. He didn't look scared. Hell, I would've been shaking in my boots. But not Harry. He was brave. As brave as any Gryffindor had ever come.
"You are a silly boy, Harry Potter." Voldemort whispered, inching his way towards Harry once more. "For I possess the elder wand. You dare to say that you believe you stand a chance against me?" He chuckled, his cronies laughing as they flanked him and watched the poor boy stand alone.
"I'm not scared of you." Harry shook his head. "Because I know the truth. About everything. Things that you don't even begin to know." He said confidently. "This is how it's supposed to be." He shouted.
"You are brave, boy. Just like your parents. But no one has ever been a match you me." He said daringly, taunting the boy to try and end this battle.
They both shot spells back at each other, the forces colliding in a stream of color as Harry held his ground firmly. Harry flew back on to his back once more, lingering for a moment. Not as quick to get up.
"You have no right to speak on my parents. I am alive because of something you'll never know. Love, Tom." He emphasized the word. "All you've ever known is hate. That's all you bring into this world. It's sad and pathetic." Harry seethed weakly, bringing himself up on to a knee before Voldemort knocked him back down. Another death eater used the expelliarmus spell and took Harry's wand leaving him defenseless.
Taunting him. Like a game of cat and mouse. But the cat finally won.
"I'm going to kill you now. It's over, Harry. 16 years of life just to be turned into nothing." Voldemort mocked him with a smile on his face. He swiftly moved over the boy, holding his wand to his neck and holding down his chest.
"These are your final words, Harry Potter. Make them count." He said lowly. "For they will be how the history books remember your pathetic legacy." He spat. "The boy who lived... became the boy who died." He whispered.
"That prophecy that you wanted from me so badly last year? Do you want to know what it truly said?" He asked the disgusting, vulgar man. He dropped his amused face and leaned closer to Harry, pushing his wand further into his skin.
"You should be scared of me. You appear dauntless. Testing me. How dare you ACT LIKE THIS MEANS NOTHING?!" The Dark Lord spat at him. Harry was the one with the amused face now.
"I have nothing to lose. Most of the people I love will be dead or gone by morning. But I bring you this." Harry smiled weakly as his hands grabbed the side of Voldemort's head. His voice dropped a few octaves, but boomed loudly as if he was possessed. His eyes glossed over and turned snake like to match the Dark Lord's like they were one, and he resembled Professor Trelawney as she used to deliver our divination readings.
"THE ONE WHO WAS TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHED. BORN TO THOSE WHO THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIED. THE DARK LORD SHALL MAKE HIM HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT." Harry's voice carried out.
"FOR WHEN THE TIME COMES AND THE BOY JOINS THOSE WHO HAVE LEFT HIM, THE JOURNEY TRAVELS ON TO ANOTHER BORN BEFORE HE. A WITCH WHO BELIEVED IN THE DARK LORD, SHE DID. UNTIL HE TOOK AWAY EVERY LAST TOKEN SHE TREASURED."
"SHE SHALL BECOME THE FORCE TO BE RECKONED ON THE DAY SHE TURNS 17. HER NAME, ROYAL. HER LOVE, BETRAYED. THE DARKNESS THE LORD SHALL FEAR. FOR NEITHER OF THEM CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES, AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER... THE ONE WITH THE POWERS TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WAS BORN UNDER THE JUNE NEW MOON." Harry's eyes returned to normal and his head fell back against the stone road. His eyes were tired, and he knew what came next. He had done his part thus far. He would do his part now.
"I killed all the horcruxes. All except 2." He glanced at Nagini who stood back and hissed. "Do us all the favor, Tom. Kill me." Harry whispered, staring at the man fearlessly. Voldemort didn't understand that the second horcrux laid just beneath him, but he was too eager to figure it out.
"Avada kedavra!"
A piercing green light filled my vision, before it erupted into a cloud of smoke. One that resembled a skull that I knew all too well.
"You have made it this far under the protection of your boyfriend. But his loyalty shall show true in the end. For only one witch with a name such as Prince was born under the June 12, 1980 new moon. Enjoy these next 5 days, sweetheart. For when the clock strikes twelve for her 17th birthday, the princesses hours shall be up." The dark lord whispered before Nagini hissed and attacked me.
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I screamed louder than I ever had. I covered my head and thrashed my feet. I crawled away from the blankets until my back hit the headboard behind me and my head hit the wood.
I screamed so hard. My vocal chords were shredding. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for it to go away. For the images to leave my brain.
And all I could do was scream bloody murder from the fear I felt infiltrating my brain from the nightmare I had. The truth about what had happened. The truth of the chosen one.
"EMMY! I'M RIGHT HERE!" Draco yelled, but I couldn't stop screaming. The room was dark, and lightning cracked across the night sky to bring it to life.
I looked at Draco wildly, trying to find his face in the darkness. He used his wand to light the candles next to the bed before his hands cupped my face and he dragged me into his lap.
"It's just thunder, love. I'm right here." He soothed. It's not the thunder.
"I'm going to die." I yelled, hyperventilating to try and catch my breath. My cheeks were going numb.
"It can't get you, I'm right here. It can't get you." He cooed, stroking my hair back while my head rested on his sweaty shoulder. It just got way hotter in here.
"I'm going to die." I sobbed harder, gripping on to Draco's wrist and squeezing my eyes shut. "He's coming to get me." I cried. Draco shook his head as he listened, believing I was stuck in a sleeping daze. He had been there before, stuck in his dreams, unaware of reality— and we saw the results of it.
"Breathe for me, baby. Just breathe." He whispered. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart rate and breathing much calmer than mine. "You feel that? Just breath. You're awake. I'm right here, no one can get to you." He promised me.
"Draco, don't let him get me." I begged, my face pressed against his skin as my tears wet his entire neck.
"Never. I'll never let anyone get you." He whispered, pressing his lips against my forehead. "Never again. I swear to it, sunshine." He said softly. My crying continued but my loud shouts had stopped.
"I'm the p-prophecy. He knows. I'm the prophecy." I whimpered, a few sobs straggling out of my throat.
"Baby, what on earth are you going on about? Who?" He crinkled his nose and shook his head as he listened to me ramble.
"V-Voldemort." I cried. "Don't let him get me. Please. Please, don't let h-him." I pleaded, feeling as my bottom lip quivered and my entire body shook.
"Shhhh, I won't." Draco said breathlessly, but I could feel how tense he was under me. "I won't let him. We'll talk about it in the morning. It's okay. I'm right here." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around him tighter and let my eyes fall shut against his shoulder, enjoying how it felt to be held in Draco's lap while he sat up in his bed.
"Draco.
A-astronomy.
Narcissa.
The m-manor.
Quidditch."
I could almost hear Draco's heart breaking as he listened to me creating my lists. His lips pressed against my forehead and he swayed me back and forth gently.
"Draco.
Peesy.
A-and Blaise.
My-" I choked out a sob.
"My mum." I cried, and Draco held on to me tighter.
"H-Harry.
Narcissa." I whimpered. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers across his bare skin.
"That's a good list, sweet girl. Don't be scared." He stroked my arm with his fingers and I felt myself relax. "I'm right here. Nothing can get you when I'm around you." He promised in a whisper. "I love you. No one can get you."
"I don't want to sleep."
"I'll stay up for hours and hold you like this if you do."
"I'm so scared. I don't want to see it again. I don't want to sleep."
"Just keep your eyes closed, baby. You'll fall asleep soon. I'm right here, no one can hurt you." Draco cooed in my ear quietly. "I'll kill them all if they try."
"You promise?" I whimpered, grabbing on to him a little too tightly. I was never one for Draco's gruesome past times, but Merlin knows I need it now.
"On my life, Emmy."
I never liked dreaming. Not really.