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Of Dragons and Ferrets

        It was dark. Not the type of dark when the world seemed to be tinted some shade of black or blue from the shimmery moon, but the dark that was tinted a deep brownish-red from...curtains? Wait what?

Groaning, Y/N pried her weary eyes open to meet the oak ceiling of her canopy bed. The gap between her curtains allowed a tiny sliver of light in the girl's alcove to attack the drowsy student. She immediately shut her eyes as she didn't quite enjoy being blinded first thing in the morning-or possibly afternoon, Y/N had no idea.

Having stayed up far past witching hour (the 3:00 one to be precise) to read a novel the previous night, the girl was far from being wide awake, to say the least. But it most definitely wasn't her fault. Surely, it was the fault of Professor Moody for assigning such an obscene amount of homework on defense charms the night before. Then it was the fault of her book for being so bloody interesting that it kept her up till it was nearly dawn.

Not bothering to rub the sleep out of her eyes, Y/N pushed open the velvety curtains and stumbled off her bed only to find her dorm room empty. She'd never been completely alone in her dorm before. The girl almost contemplated opening her eyes a bit wider to check but decided against it, so she slipped on her bunny slippers and shuffled out of the dorm.

Once she'd arrived at the common room, the girl squinted extra hard through her bleary eyes to find that she had encountered yet another empty room. Maybe Y/N was still dreaming. That would certainly explain why her movements had felt so restrained or why no one was around.

Compelled by the thought of cereal or toast, the girl shuffled out of the portrait hole, not bothering to ask the fat lady if she knew the whereabouts of the rest of the school's students. After all, this was all but a dream. The girl reaffirmed her working theory when she was unable to spot a single soul on her way to the kitchens.

Y/N's needs were quickly satiated by a slice of toast she'd snatched from the empty kitchen. With her eyes still barely inched open, she robotically made her way back up the grand staircase and through the halls. Once again, not a single soul was to be spotted in the hallways as she dragged herself back to the common room.

The girl hardly even remembered giving the password to the fat lady or stepping through the portrait hole, yet here she was, trudging past red couches and oak tables. Hell, she hadn't even realized the boy sitting on the couch staring wide-eyed at her until he called her name.

"Y/N?"

The girl stopped, turned to the couches, and squinted profusely at the body occupying what was supposed to be empty space. She blinked a few times and finally fully opened her eyes. "You're not supposed to be here," she grumbled, her voice horribly raspy and scratchy from its lack of use throughout the night.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not supposed to be in my dream," she asserted once again.

Harry, who'd been in the common room the entire time, shot the girl a slightly judgemental look. But could you blame him? His friend was acting exceedingly strange today. "We're not in a dream right now, Y/N."

"Are you sure?" The girl walked over to her friend and plopped down beside him. "Pinch me."

"What?" Harry sputtered, taken aback. His wide green eyes stared incredulously at his friend and he instead retracted from the girl.

"Prove me wrong," she mumbled, displaying her forearm for pinching.

Hesitantly, the boy leaned over to pinch a small bit of skin on his friend's arm. Upon feeling the sharp sting of pain, Y/N mumbled a passionate string of profanities. "I walked all the way to the kitchens and back in my bloody pajamas," she complained as she smacked her forehead. "Embarrassing. I must've looked completely mental."