Run Away, Far Away (A Dramione Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: Strawberry Nightmares

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! It's been a while since I last updated. Sorry about that, school is kind of getting in the way haha. But summer vacation finally came (at least from where I'm from) and I'll be updating my works on a daily basis! Woohoo! Anyway, stick 'til the last note for a few things I'd like to say. Nothing too serious, I promise haha. I hope you enjoy this chapter! (Harry Potter is still not mine. It never will be.)

Run Away, Far Away

Chapter 4: Strawberry Nightmares

I was here again just like every other night. For a recurring dream, you'd think I'm used to all of this happening. You're damn wrong. I still struggle to run away from the chasers, the faceless dark figures that somehow always get to pursue me no matter how fast I run. Hooded figures stand for my fears, grey clouds stand for my depression, and this dark path I'm always taking stand for how lost I am even until now.

I sprinted to get to the other side and away from the creatures that hunt me down. In nightmares like this, I never get to the other side, to the safe place away from my personified guilt. There was no guarantee at all if it was indeed a safe place. For all I know, I might have been running towards hell, not that reality isn't anymore.

Every night, I find myself confused at a random forked road that appears in front of me. All three also terrify me. On my left, I hear my mother cry out for me, looking for the son she lost in the dark. On my right were the tortured screams of the children orphaned from the war. And right on the middle, a stranger's voice sang and hummed an unfamiliar tune. They were always the same words, the same notes, and the same peculiarity that drives me insanely curious where I have heard that before.

But no matter which way I choose, the path only seemed to stretch longer and much more impossible to escape from. I always get tired and my knees usually give in but I'll still continue to run until I trip from something. My body slumped forward to the ground as my breath grew heavier as I try to regain what's left of my strength but before I could, they were always there behind me.

The first figure let his bony fingers travel teasingly from my shoulders to my chin, grabbing it to force myself to look at him. "Draco," Voldemort said through his sickening grin. I shook underneath his threatening stance. I couldn't get out of his grip. He doesn't say anything after that. Instead, he opens his mouth widely and screams at me. I felt my blood run cold as the second figure made his way towards me.

"You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name!" Father screamed at the top of his lungs before pushing me down to the ground with his left feet. "Traitor!"

"Stop it!" I countered. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that when I open them, he will be nowhere to be seen. "You corrupted me! It was never my fault." Tears started streaming down my face in both pain and anger. This is all just a dream but everything feels so real, feels so physical. The two of them started screaming maniacally for some reason so I covered my ears and tried to block away all the noise.

And in a second, everything stopped as if nothing even happened. I open my eyes and realize I'm still engulfed in darkness. My father and his Lord were nowhere to be seen but there was still another hooded figure lying down on the ground. With tentative gestures, I made my way to the third chaser. I pulled back the hood to reveal his face.

And I wish I hadn't.

"Dad, wake up! Wake up!" I bolted upright on my bed, startled by the screams and kicks of the person beside me. "You were having weird dreams again, I can hear you from my room," she said.