Slytherin's angel

Chapter 2- The dream

Draco had a fitful sleep that night. All he could dream about was returning to Hogwarts the next day.

He could see the ruby red steam engine, hear it crying out, signaling to the students that it was ready to return them to many of the students' true home. He felt slightly nervous on the platform, there were too many people pushing against him. He had no Slytherin robe on, nor did he drag a trunk or carry his cage with his hawk. He just kept walking further and further down the platform and at last...he saw her.

There she was standing in all her glory, her blue robes billowing in the gentle breeze. She had a peaceful smile upon her face, her hair flowing like liquid gold along the front of her shoulders.

She looked longingly at Draco, "Come, my darling."

Draco was lost in her eyes, he pushed his way through the crowd. Hurry Draco, hurry, he thought to himself, almost there...

He was feet from her, but a shadow crept behind her that made him stop in his tracks.

A tall hooded figure rose, solidifying from a dark mist that clouded around her. Rising from behind, the figure lifted its hand to reveal a long, silver blade, the sharp metal catching the light. It raised the dagger, higher and higher. The lower half of the perpetrator's face was revealed by the bright lights of the platform. The lips parted in a sneer, the dagger still accelerating in height...

Draco, dumbfounded, felt his mouth part in some sort of scream or yell but no sound came out. He pointed at her in panic. She smiled, laughing at him for what she thought was teasing. Draco shook his head, pointing frantically behind her, sprinting and shoving people out of the way to get to her. He pushed with all his might but he seemed to be getting nowhere, stronger and stronger the crowd pushed against him. So close...

The blade came down fast...

"No!"

Sweat poured from Draco's face as he shot up in bed. He dangled his feet over the edge, wiping his face off with his arm. Covering his face with his hands, he tried to resist sobbing.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He howled.

He slammed his body down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling; he grabbed a fistful of sheets, twisting himself up into them in frustration and fear.

I have to find her, Draco promised himself, I have to find her and protect her from everything.

He took a deep breath.

Relax, he heard a voice say, so much like her own, relax my darling.

"STOP!" He screamed.

There was a quiet knock on his door, entering a moment later without his permission.

"Draco, darling? All you alright?" Narcissa whispered, clutching her sleeping gown tightly against her body.

"Fine." He growled, immediately regretting his harsh tone. Her presence reminded him of his father's comment about her. Irritation swelled within him at the thought of his father's disappointment in a woman who tried her best to please him in all ways.

"Are you sure?" She asked again.

"Fine, mother." He said, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. After all she had been through with the escape of Lucius, he didn't want to make her more upset than she already was; he was not the only one who was disappointed in his father's return.

"Alright. Well, if you need anything..." She quietly closed the door.

He rolled over onto his side, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy, his body agreeing, felt sluggish. But his mind stayed alert, buzzing with thoughts and worries. He didn't want to go back to sleep and have similar dreams to the one previously.