The Noctis Codex | DRARRY

THREE

Harry waited until the Gryffindor common room fell silent, the other students retreating to their dormitories for the night. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Ron, and quietly made his way to the portrait hole. With a few whispered words to the Fat Lady, he slipped into the darkened corridors of Hogwarts.

He and Draco had agreed to meet at the Room of Requirement, a secret place they could use to talk away from prying eyes. It was the perfect hideout, a space that would bring them whatever they needed at the moment—privacy.

As he walked, Harry couldn't shake off the weight of the night's events. He was still haunted by the pain he'd felt when he'd seen the blood on his sheets after reliving Draco's past. The truth of their dreams was slowly dawning on him, and it terrified him.

Finally, when Harry reached his destination, he paced back and forth three times, thinking about what he needed, and the door appeared. He opened it and stepped inside.

The room was cozy, lit by a warm fire crackling in the fireplace. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and plush chairs were scattered about, creating a welcoming atmosphere. In the center of the room, Draco was already waiting, leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed and an impatient look on his face.

"About time, Potter," Draco muttered, smirking slightly, though Harry could see the tension in his posture. "I thought you'd gotten caught."

"Wouldn't be the first time." A sly grin appeared on the dark-haired wizard's lips. "But I managed to sneak out."

Draco nodded, the smirk fading. "We need to talk about what's happening in our dreams. It's not normal, and I don't like it."

Harry felt a pang of anxiety at Draco's serious tone. "You're right. I've been thinking about it a lot. The blood on my sheets... it creeps me out."

Draco's expression shifted, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "You think the dreams are connected to reality? That what happens in them is actually happening to us?"

"I don't see any other explanation," Harry admitted, his heart racing.

The blonde suddenly flinched a little as he remembered the meeting in the library a week ago. "Remember when you sneaked into the restricted section of the library last week, Potter?" He asked, to which the other's eyes violently widened in response.

"The book.."

Yes, Harry remembered. Clearly.
Because of the danger outside of these stone walls that might arise some time in the future, he felt the need to become even stronger. Harry thought that he'd might find some information about forbidden spells with which he'd have a higher chance of protecting himself and his friends.
But rather than reading into books he was actually looking for, the young man found something much more interesting. A heavy book with royal blue binding and golden engravings.

"You snatched it from my hands before I could even take a look inside," Harry exclaimed as he shot him a glare. "What were you even doing there?"

The other huffed in irritation, crossing his arms. "I could ask you the same thing. Actually—no, I don't care. I was on my way back to the dorms when I noticed something off in the corner of my eye." He tilted his head slightly, smirking. "Next time you decide to sneak around with that cloak, Potter, you might want to make sure your legs are hidden too."

Harry flushed, caught off guard by the jab. He was usually much more careful with the cloak, but the memory of that night was clear. Draco had seen the slight slip and followed him into the library.

"After we both touched that book, something strange happened," Harry murmured, recalling the way the book had flown into the air, its pages flipping furiously. "It wasn't just any ordinary book. That has to be the reason for all of this."