The Harry Potter Protection Program ✔️

Chapter Nine ~ Harry dreams about guys who aren't really his type

***IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END***
I stan a bisexual Harry Potter. As you may or may not have noticed. Also, not very important or related to this series at all, but I love Kirishima Eijirou so much.

Harry's POV
*Dream*

I was in in a dark room. Which is kinda ironic and cliché, but whatever. The only light source was, surprisingly - but not really I guess -, me. I was literally glowing. Nothing happened for a while, but suddenly, there was a humming sound. Or buzzing. It was the sound of like a fridge or some big household machinery turning on or when it's been running for a while.

Then a spotlight light up a chair. There was a guy, about twenty years old, sitting on the chair. His eyes were green like poison and held a glint that told me he liked them that colour. His hair that was styled into a short ponytail, was bleach blond, so much so it almost looked white. His outfit was also very off putting. He wore a red suit of some sort, it wasn't a style I was familiar with; it was regal looking, but also like something that he could move in, like he knew he'd need to run soon. Then his boots were purple and black and styled like combat boots, not really matching his suit.

I guess he was good looking, but not really my type. Maybe he'd get along with Malfoy.

"Hello Darling," his voice was smooth like velvet, but held a rough edge. It was almost like a chainsaw, smooth for the most part, but rough and jagged on the edges.

"Um. Hey?" I spoke back hesitantly. If I knew anything from past dreams involving dudes, it's that you should always be hesitant because you never know if he could suddenly turn into Voldemort who will then try and kill you.

The man laughed as though he knew what I was thinking.

"Don't worry," he practically purred, "I won't bite."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I asked sceptically.

"Oh, you're a cautious one? Very well, I can deal with that," he mumbled the second part, probably not intending for me to hear it.

"What's your name," I asked, figuring he'd answer more generic questions and then maybe launch into some rant about some evil thing.

"Oh, you don't know? It's Azazel," he - Azazel - answered.

"Why would I know?"

"Well I thought that maybe Sigma would tell you. I am after your blood after all," Azazel chuckled.

I was about to answer, but someone walked into the spotlight.

I squinted.

Was that?

Yes, it was -

"Zac! You've finally come to join."

Zac scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Zac's eyes were glowing red and Azazel was smoking. Azazel was actually, literally smoking. Like, real smoke coming off his body.

"Would you look at that," Azazel mused, "I'm so hot I'm smoking," he chuckled.

Nobody else laughed.

Soon Azazel's body was engulfed by the smoke and the room was shaking violently. Someone was calling my name.

There is was again.

The room shakes faster.

Suddenly I'm wet and cold and-