I'll Catch You (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Dreaming of Happy Endings

I was starting to go insane, I just had to be.

I knew that being rescued by George was just a dream, it had to be. But the cold stone floor beneath me had began to soften, drawing me into its warm embrace. Somehow, my brain had even managed to imagine a fluffy comforter tucked around me, its material soft on my skin.

I groaned. I didn't want to wake up.

"Are you awake?" said voice of imaginary George whispered in my ear.

"Obviously not" I grumbled and rolled over to hit the snooze. I mean, if it was my dream, then George would have a snooze button. I felt around the air and found his nose, poking it gently.

My brain had somehow managed to perfectly recreate the texture of his skin. I continued to touch his face, shocked at how accurate the curve of his nose felt under my fingertips.

"You seem pretty awake to me" he laughed and grabbed my hand. He pulled gently, rolling me over to face him. I couldn't open my eyes though. It would be too painful if I did, actually seeing imaginary George, but knowing that it wasn't actually him. Just hearing his voice, feeling his skin, was enough to cause a pang in my heart.

At the same time, it felt nice to hear him again. It eased the pain, but yet again it also increased it double fold. It made me feel like I wasn't alone.

"Acelynne" George whispered, his voice nearer to my face this time. He was close enough that I could smell the peanut butter on his breath.

"George" I retorted in a matching voice, playful but serious at the same time. This scenario, even though I knew it false, was better than reality I was currently facing. At any time now, Alexi would be opening my cell and begin her daily torture routine.

I couldn't help but give up the fight and let myself open my eyes. Who would blame me for playing pretend?

"Finally" he smirked down at me. He was sitting beside me on the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest as he stared intently. "I was starting to wonder if I would ever get to see your eyes again."

I couldn't help but just lay there and stare up at him, letting a weak smile creep up onto my face. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned. He brought a hand to my forehead at my non-responsiveness. "You're not warm."

"I'm feeling fine" I smiled and pushed his hand away from my head, capturing it in between my own and holding on tightly. "I just don't want to wake up."

He smiled softly, tucking the covered in around my body. "If you don't want to, you're more than welcome to stay in this bed all day. Merlin knows, I'm sure you need the rest."

Imaginary George matched the sweetness of real George. "No, I don't want to wake up."

He furrowed his brows and drew his hand away from me slightly, looking even more concerned than when I hadn't spoken. "What are you talking about?"

"Shhhhh" I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his finger tips lightly. "Don't talk. I just want to savour this moment. I don't want to think about what's going to happen once I open my eyes."

George laughed and shook his head. "Acelynne, this isn't a dream." I sat up too quickly, narrowing my eyes and pulling my hands away from him.

"Of course it is. No one knew where I was, therefore being rescued was impossibility. Now shush. This is the first good dream I've had in such a long time. Quite frankly, love, all of this talking is ruining it."

He stopped laughing and ran a hand through his hair. "It's not a dream" he said seriously and I rolled my eyes.

I shrugged and George shook his head, yet again. "You haven't exactly given me a reason to not think this is a dream."