Love-A Dramione Story

Ch. 21 Visions

You guys better really appreciate this chapter. I chose you over playing Assassins Creed. Also, I was thinking of ending this story kind of soonish.... I was thinking of actually writing a book that could be published. If anyone has any last minute really awesome ideas for my story, i would be glad to hear them. :)

Draco’s POV

Hermione and I sat up talking for the rest of the (very early) morning. At around seven her mom woke up and went to cook breakfast. The day turned out to be very quiet, which was probably a good thing, since I had gotten about two hours of sleep last night. But the weird thing was that I kept having little flashes of the dream. I would be in the middle of watching a movie, and suddenly, BAM. My mind was in dream land. When I would snap back to the present, I would find that five or ten minutes had gone by. So, with all this time travelling of my mind, naturally, I had an enormous headache that no amount of advil or magic could cure. By the end of the day, I could probably have written a five hundred page book on every single little detail of every single little thing that happened in that dream. Then, for a while, the visions stopped. For around an hour I was in the present, no flashes or anything. Of course, after that, it just got weirder. At around three (in the afternoon) I went back into the dream. This time, it was near the end. I was hovering above the chair, then everything blew up. Again. But the dream continued. I rose up higher and higher over the building. I couldn’t tell quite where I was, but it was very rural. Then I (or Alkannon, really) dissaparated. I reappeared in front of a small house  in some neighborhood. I limped to the door and rang the doorbell. Just as the door was opening, my brain flashed back to the present. I massaged my temples. “It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Hermione asked me, sitting down on the couch. I sighed and nodded. “I can’t go for more than a few minutes without this dream coming back.” “Maybe…” she mused. “Maybe what? If you have a theory on what’s happening, I would love to hear it.” “Well, Harry told me about the Resurection Stone. One of the three deathly hallows, right? Well, he saw his parents, and they talked to him. Maybe there is some spirit or ghost that wants you to understand something in the dream.” “I think I’m just going insane.” I decided. She patted my arm reassuringly. “If it doesn’t get better, we can go to St. Mungo’s.” I shuddered at the name. “Have I ever told you about my phobia of hospitals?” Her jaw dropped and her eyebrows rose. “You’re afraid of hospitals?!” “It’s not like I can control my irrational fears.” I said defensively. Hermione started to giggle. “It is NOT funny! I hate hospitals!” “So that’s why you wanted to get out of there so bad before.” she realized, still giggling. “You know, I bet you have some stupid fear too, that you’ve never told anyone.” She shook her head, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. “Fine.” I muttered. “Don’t tell me.” “Come on, Draco. Don’t be like that.” she pleaded. “Please?” “You were the one who laughed.” I reminded. “I’m sorry I laughed at your fear of hospitals.” she said, trying to keep a straight face. I glared at her in mock anger. She shot me the puppy dog eyes. ‘Do not cave in.’ I told myself. ‘Do not. Don’t don’t don’t!’ “Fine. I forgive you.” I said, hugging her. “But that was unfair and you know it.” She smirked and kissed me quickly on the lips. “I know it.”

Suddenly, I was back at the little house, knocking at the door. ‘Well this sucks.’ I thought to myself. The door opened. Inside was a younger Ellesa. She took one look at Alkannon and gasped. I could see his-my-reflection in her eyes. I looked terrible. My clothes were in tatters, my face covered in dirt and grime, and this look in my eyes... They were full of anger, sorrow, suffering, and madness. And I understood how he felt. That rush of power that changed him. When someone that you truly love more than life itself is taken from you, your will to live dies with that person. The only thing keeping you there is revenge. Was this what I was suppose to understand? That I should protect the ones that I love, because life without them isn’t life at all? I would think on it later. Ellesa rushed him into the house and sat him down. She got him-me-new clothes and cleaned me up. Everything began to speed up, as if I were pressing fast forward on a movie. I could no longer see the details, only the major stuff that was happening. The two of them running away, hopping on a train and moving. When they were married, when something terrible would happen. I saw my birth, and the love that shone in their eyes when they looked at me. I saw Alkannon’s various run ins with the Deatheaters. His power seemed to have disappeared, though. Whether it was because he was afraid of what it would do to him, or if it had abandoned him was unknown to me. Then, I saw Lucius kill them both and leave with me. Then things started to slow down again. Narcissa holding her new “son”. She looked utterly miserable-she was stuck in her own personal nightmare. A controlling husband who she couldn’t get away from, and the baby of her brother in law, killed by that husband. I saw Lucius killing people. So many people that didn’t need to die, simply because he could. And whenever Lucius was out, Narcissa would take me out places. The zoo, a playground. Memories-my memories-came flooding back to me. All the times Narcissa had risked herself so that I could be a normal kid for a while… When Lucius caught us out, and he punished her… The visions were so overwhelming. I felt like I was going to black out, but whatever was showing me the visions wouldn’t let me. Then it fast forward-ed again to what seemed to be the present. There was a group of Deatheaters gathered around a table, pointing and whispering at a map. In the corner, Lucius was seated, soulless still. As I looked around, I realized that it was indeed me. I controlled my motions, finally. I was hidden in a dark corner. Somehow, that shell of a man must have seen me and realized, somewhere in his broken conscious, that it was me. His eyes widened, full of fear. His arm rose, pointing at the corner in which I was hidden. A faint croaking sound came from his mouth, then a terrified whisper. “No.” Then, slightly louder. “No! Dead! You… I killed you…You are dead!” Suddenly, I realized who he thought I was. I glanced down at my body. Who I  was. A plan formed in my mind, an understanding of what this spirit wanted me to do. I stepped out from the shadows, towards what was once the man who killed my father. “Lucius.” I murmured, words appearing in my mind. Whatever the spirit was, it wanted to talk through me. “Brother.” I strode towards him. He was terrified. I could see it in his face. I doubted all of his soul was gone, the dementor’s probably didn’t quite get all of him. Some shred of his mind was still intact, and that shred I was ready to manipulate. I didn’t know quite yet what the end result was supposed to be, but if something was telling me to scare that murderer, than that murderer was sure as hell going to be scared. The Deatheaters were looking at Lucius in wonder. Had he really talked? Then, they noticed my form beside him. They reached for their wands. I ignored them. “Brother. I promised I would haunt your soul for eternity, so here I am. I reached toward him. He shook his head back and forth, horror plain on his face. “I curse you, Lucius.” I said angrily. “For what you took from me. For what you took from US. Remember this, Brother,” I said, my teeth bared, “Eternity starts NOW!” By this time, the Deatheaters had gotten their wands out. They were shooting all different kinds of curses at me. They started getting nervous when they saw that they were going straight through me. I turned back to Lucius, a feral snarl on my face. “I live on, Lucius. As long as you live, I will be here.” With a bang and an explosion, I was gone. At least, my spirit Alkannon body was gone. My mind was still there, watching the meeting. The Deatheaters grabbed Lucius and dissaparated somewhere, and my mind snapped back to the present. “Draco?” I heard Hermione calling my name. “Draco! Are you all right?” I blinked and nodded. “I-I think so.” She nodded, unconvinced. “You started to glow.” “I’ve never glowed before.” She glared at me. “What happened?” I told her my vision thing. “You acted through a dream?” she exclaimed. “Do you know how much magical energy would be required to do that?” “Yes, yes.” I interrupted. “A very large amount. But I’m wondering why this is so important. I mean, I’m all for terrorizing Deatheaters, but what am I actually accomplishing?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. But if Lucius had any emotion left at all…” “He did.” I interrupted. “I’m positive.” “Well, either they found some way to bring him back, or the dementors didn’t suck his soul out enough.” I rubbed my temples, suddenly really stressed. “You know what, if this spirit wants to show me something, then he can do that. But I’m not spending the rest of the year trying to figure out what a ghost meant.” “Well, we still have Blaise’s party to look forward to.” she pointed out. “That’ll be interesting.” “Mmm.” I nodded, not really paying attention. I stood up and stretched briefly. “I’m going to go on a walk.” I said. “I’ll be back for dinner.” She looked concerned, but let me go. I grabbed my coat and strode out the door and into the chilly winter air.