One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 32

Recap:

I tried to fight the dark, clawing and tearing through my mind. Then suddenly the darkness was consumed in a glaring light. It burned at first and I could barely open my eyes. Then as it slowly lessened I cracked my eyes and there, on his knees just inches from me-with wind-battered hair, disheveled glasses and torn collar-Harry stared at me with a reluctant half-smile-

And then it all went black again

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Not forgotten, as the professors who weren't pushing the students back to their room rushed to where Lynli lay on the floor, one Lucius Malfoy slipped from the back corridors and down the hallway before anyone could notice.

I could feel my eyes fluttering back and forth, back and forth under my lids and yet all there was was black.

Are my eyes really closed or am I blinded by the darkness of the nig-ah!!

Every limb, muscle, fiber, and any other possible thing there could be ached and throbbed in my body.

I must be awake. There is no way I could feel this kind of pain and be asleep...unless...unless...is this what It feels like to be in a coma?!

I tried to lift my arm, but nothing. My hand nothing...not even a wag of the finger.

What is happening...how did I get here? All I can remember is...is...THAT BAST-

"Lynli-"

What was that? Who's there...was that my imagination. It was so faint, but it had to be-

"-wake up."

There it is. I can't be imagining it...is this what it's like to be in a coma? You can feel everything, hear everything and yet I can't move, can't respond. Wait? Can't move...but

I moved my eyes back and forth again...if you can't move in a coma, then how could I do that?

And then, I could feel just the smallest of tingles in-my hand? It was light at first, but slowly the tingle began to spread. It became warm and firm. I just wanted to-wanted to-

"Madame Pomfrey! Her hand! She squeezed my hand! She's coming through-she has to be." That voice I know oh too well finally came through loud and clear, no more whispers.

"H-Harry?" I whispered, struggling to open my eyes.

"Lynli, I'm right here." I could hear him by my ear, the warmth of his breath feeling so wonderful.

All I could do was tiredly smile in response and-successfully- attempt to squeeze his hand one more time.

And then, after the entire struggle, my eyes started a flutter once more and my head lolled back to sleep.

Hours later after I'd fallen asleep once again the sun went down and the world fell asleep; including myself...but this time...it was different. There was no war against my mind or the struggle with my fingers.

And that night would become the first of many nights to remember. For the first time in...well...my entire lifetime the realm of my dreams skipped a chapter and jumped onto a brand new page I'd never seen before. And it felt so real...

The room was white, pure stark white...it was almost blinding I had to hold my arm over my arms. 'My arms! What-'

I moved my other hand up and down my side, clearly feeling the cotton between my ruffle between my fingers. 'I thought this was a dream...isn't it?'

"Please, take a seat. After what you've been through this week, I can only imagine how tired you must be." A voice drawled.

Whipping around I found myself face-to-face with the brunette I had come to know so well-'from my dreams...the man from my dreams. So I must be dreaming'.

Suddenly, like his words had sunk in and taken their own affect my body began to sway with a tired weakness in my limbs. And just as suddenly a chair, just as white as the room, came out from nowhere pushing the back of my knees. My body willingly sagged back into it.

I looked down, watching the lines on my hands like there was something there I just couldn't see. "Voldermort?" I asked, finally willing myself to look up at the man who was now sitting down himself across from me.

It was only a micro fracture of an expression, but I could still sense the surprise that registered over the young man's pale features. "You know who I am?" He asked, tilting his head as if to get a more thorough read on something.

"Yes," I looked back down at my hands, rubbing them over one another, "I dream about you every day." I replied absent-mindedly.

Wherever the vast white walls ended, an enormous-almost hollow- laughter resounded off the walls; to which my head snapped back up in response, catching an expression for which I could only describe as...i don't know...but flashes of Draco Malfoy's face came into mind. I couldn't help but look away with a grimace and swallow the small bit of bile that arose in my throat.

I turned back to him quickly though, "N-no, not like that. I don't dream of you...I dreamt of you. I know it basically sounds silly but, it's like I've been watching you in a story as I sit on the other end of the television screen." I said quickly.

"Hmm," He pondered, rubbing the under of his chin with his palm in thought, "I would like to know more about these dreams, was I alone?"

I just looked back down, shaking my head 'no'.

"Well," The man drawled, his voice sounding annoyed that I didn't go on without question.

"There were many others, but mostly...Lady Mrathorn" I whispered her name, feeling the stiffness of the air with each syllable of the name I breathed.

This time, his chuckle was much lighter, but it still felt like there was something hidden behind it.

"If that is the case, I was going to go easy on your forgetfulness...I guess it would be easier for you to remember who your lady is, but I am your lord!" He roared this last part, standing by my side in the blink of an eye.

Scared, I couldn't help but flinch away in the chair

A/N: As I've reread the story recently, I've realized just how annoying it is to try and pronounce Minasashunna. I must not have been the best with my creativity on this one when I first wrote it 6 years ago. So, I'm thinking about changing the name slightly. So, the character previously referred to as Lady Minasashunna is now going to be Lady Mirathorn (Meer-a-thorn)