The day we met

Visions

I lay in my four-poster bed in the Slytherin Dormitory. Goyle and Crabbe are snorring next to me. I can't sleep, I keep thinking about what we've discovered: "Nicholas Flamel was a French wizard and famed alchemist who was the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with incredible powers. He was a close friend and partner with former Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He owed his considerable age to the Elixir of Life, which was produced from the Stone, along with his wife Perenelle. He's now six hundred and ninety years old, being one of the oldest wizards in history." 

I just can't believe that the professors keep that a secret for the whole school! It keeps going through my head. I turn on my side and try to sleep again. My eyelids get heavy and finally, I fall asleep.

I walk through a hall, it's small and dim. Then the hall changes into a mirror. I don't recognize it. I walk to the mirror to take a closer look, but when I'm there, I hear strange voices. I realize that they're man voices, but I don't know to who they belong... I also can't understand what they're saying, they're whispering. It's vague and from afar, but yet it's also close by... the mirror changes into a hatch... it's in an empty room, only that wooden hatch is there. I wonder why it's there. I want to open it, but then it disappears and changes into something else: a chessboard. And it's not just a Muggle chessboard-- I know how they look because my dad told me that Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, found an enchanted one, he then showed me a picture of it. It's a board for Wizardchess! I look intrigued at it. It all looks so real... there's that mirror again. But this time, there stands a vague silhouette in front of it. It's mumbling, but I can clearly hear one thing: Harry!

I shoot upright. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and look through the Slytherin Dormitory. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a second, trying to calm down. I try to remember what I dreamt. But I can't find it anymore. That worries me more than it should. I hesitate if I should tell Harry, Ron, and Hermoine about it and if I should tell my parents... 

I stand up and walk to my trunk and grab a piece of parchment and a feather out of it. With the feather and the parchment, I walk to the Commonroom and take a seat in a chair. I put the parchment on the table and start writing. When I'm done, I read it over. I'm still hesitating. I decide to not send this to my parents, but I'll tell the others, they'll know what to do with it. 

"Only if I can remember what I dreamt..." goes through my head. I shake that thought off and walk back to the Dormitory and put my feather and parchment back. I get back in bed, still trying to any memory of the dream, even if it's a little one. The beds of Crabbe and Goyle crack. I grin shortly and lay my head on my pillow. I realize that it's better if I leave the dream for what it is tonight and start thinking about something else. With that thought on my mind, I fall asleep again.

I walk through a hall, it's small and dim. Then the hall changes into a mirror. I don't recognize it. I walk to the mirror to take a closer look, but when I'm there, I hear strange voices. I realize that they're man voices, but I don't know to who they belong... I also can't understand what they're saying, they're whispering. It's vague and from afar, but yet it's also close by... the mirror changes into a hatch... it's in an empty room, only that wooden hatch is there. I wonder why it's there. I want to open it, but then it disappears and changes into something else: a chessboard. And it's not just a Muggle chessboard-- I know how they look because my dad told me that Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, found an enchanted one, he then showed me a picture of it. It's a board for Wizardchess! I look intrigued at it. It all looks so real... there's that mirror again. But this time, there stands a vague silhouette in front of it. It's mumbling, but I can clearly hear one thing: Harry!

It's the next day and Harry, Ron and Hermoine sit in the Great Hall, just like me. I asked them if they wanted to meet me at the Lake, it's such nice weather today, besides, both our Heads of Houses will get suspicious if we're always in the Gryffindor Commonroom-- especially Snape. And I can't give him wrong: I'm still a Slytherin. Ron eats like-- yeah, like Ron. I smile at them. Harry waves at me, I wave back. I get a happy feeling through my body.

Ron is done eating and now we're walking to the Lake. We sit on the grass and Harry, Ron and Hermoine immediately look at me. 'What's wrong, Draco?' Harry asks, 'you sounded a little reared up'. I sigh. 'I got a dream last night,' I say. 'I KNEW IT!' Hermoine shouts. We look surprised at her. '... knew what exactly?' Ron asks. 'THAT YOU FELT SOMETHING FOR HARRY! I MEAN, ABOUT WHAT ELSE COULD THAT DREAM GO?' Hermoine sounds very excited. 

I immediately get red and look away. 'So it is true?' Ron asks now. Harry chuckles. It makes him look cuter than he already does. 'Well, no! Uhm... what I meant was-' I can't find the right words. Hermoine laughs. 'Relax, Draco. We're just messing with you. It's okay. What was that dream about?' 'I'm not sure. It was just flashes and images of things, it wasn't clear...' I say. 'What did you see on those images, Draco?' Harry asks. I feel his hands on my leg. I close my eyes and try to see my dream again. I start talking.

'Come on guys, doesn't it mean something that Draco only could hear "Harry" clear?' Ron asks. Hermoine rolls her eyes. 'Come on, Ron. It's not funny anymore. Leave Draco and his feelings alone. He'll tell us when he's ready,' she says. Ron looks sore at her. 'I'm serious!' Ron says. Harry puts his hand over Ron's shoulder. "He's so caring about his friends..." 

I feel that I get red again, I quickly turn my head away. "If he'd only knew what I felt..." 'Draco?' I hear from far. I feel an arm over my shoulder. 'Are you okay?' I hear Hermoine asking. I shake my thoughts off and look back at the others. 'Yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking...' I say and I swallow. Luckily, they don't ask further. 

'So, Draco. What do you think what's the best to do with your dream?' Hermoine asks. I shrug my shoulders. 'That's actually why I came to you guys,' I confess. 'Then I say that we'll leave it like it is. I mean, it's probably just a dream, right?'

A week later

I walk through a hall, it's small and dim. Then the hall changes into a mirror. I don't recognize it. I walk to the mirror to take a closer look, but when I'm there, I hear strange voices. I realize that they're man voices, but I don't know to who they belong... I also can't understand what they're saying, they're whispering. It's vague and from afar, but yet it's also close by... the mirror changes into a hatch... it's in an empty room, only that wooden hatch is there. I wonder why it's there. I want to open it, but then it disappears and changes into something else: a chessboard. And it's not just a Muggle chessboard-- I know how they look because my dad told me that Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, found an enchanted one, he then showed me a picture of it. It's a board for Wizardchess! I look intrigued at it. It all looks so real... there's that mirror again. But this time, there stands a vague silhouette in front of it. It's mumbling, but I can clearly hear one thing: Harry!

I shoot up and look through the Potions classroom. Snape stands in front of me. 'Are you finally awake, Mr. Malfoy?' he asks. I nod and look next to me. Harry looks worried at me. It's the umpteenth time this week that I pass out during the day and get that dream... I'm 100% sure now that it has to mean something.

Harry, Ron, Hermoine, and I are in the Gryffindor Commonroom. Hermoine was in the Library during lunch, I bet she has found something. 'I have indeed,' she says. We all look at her. 

'I read that most of the time that you dream something, that whether means that you think of someone in particular or that they are visions. And since you were not thinking, in this case, about Harry in specific, there must be visions!' Hermoine says. 'Well, that's something at least...' Ron says. 'But what do they mean then...?' Harry asks now. 'I don't know that yet, but I guess that once we're going after that Stone, that everything will be clear...' Hermoine says. 

'Are you saying now that you want to search for that Stone?' Harry asks. Hermine nods. 'Why? It's just a silly stone!' is Ron's opinion. 'Well, you two don't have to go. But I thought that since Draco is a part of our group too, that you'd do everything to help him! Especially you, Harry. You two have something special...'