Silver and Cold |h.s.|

19. Foreboding

You dreamt of night skies. Clear purples and blacks swirling together to create an illustrious tapestry of stars. It was beautiful and calm and you hadn't experienced a dream like this in so long.

You never really ever paid attention to your dreams. You found they often were very foreboding and that terrified you deep in your bones. Not that anything ever actually came to fruition but they were always oddly timed.

But here, in this dream, you were swimming amongst the clouds and stars and the moon was just beside of you as you floated on your back. It was glorious and you felt like you were home. You let your arms glide alongside of you and the sensation was strange. You were lying in water and yet you were dry to the touch. It was a funny feeling and your giggle floated away on a breeze.

Suddenly, something in the distance called your name and you sat up, glancing around your swimming pool of night sky and saw nothing. It was just more endless sky in every direction.

Yet, there it was again. Someone calling for you and so you stood up, your feet tapping along the top of the water, leaving small splashes in your wake.

The voice got louder the closer you walked towards its direction and you just kept blinking, hoping your eyes might clear of the Milky Way and the brightness of it as you walked alongside it. All to no avail. You just kept walking and walking and slowly you started to notice your feet were sinking into the water now. It was up to your knees.

How very strange.

You glanced down at yourself, surprised by how high the water had gotten but then you looked up and you saw him. You saw what was calling out to you.

Harry was holding a child in his arms. His eyes were wild and frantic as he shouted for you. You immediately pushed through the water trying to get to him, your entire body flooding with unease and fear. You tried to shout for him that you were here but you couldn't. Your voice was gone.

Harry suddenly was illuminated, he and the child in his hold looked over their shoulders to find his house in a torrent of flames. You shouted once more as you heard the child cry in fright. You didn't know who he was but Harry was holding onto him like his life depended on it. If he was important to Harry, then he was important to you.

You were now swimming through the sky, no bottom could be felt, and you were growing so tired. Your limbs ached as you tried and tried to swim to them, to save them but your body was just so exhausted. Harry yelled for you, over and over again. He was looking everywhere for you and only turned back when he heard the house groan and lifted his arm up to protect himself and the child as pieces of debris fell around him, flames still licking up at them.

Your eyes grew heavy, you couldn't control it. You were being weighted down, something heavy on your shoulders as you began to slip under the surface. You couldn't give up, you had to fight whatever this was, you had to get to them-

"Mommy!" Your eyes snapped open and locked onto the child as his eyes found yours...

A shock of green and gold.

You sat up with a gasp. Your hand flew to your chest as it heaved in deep breaths, your skin sticking to the sheets with sweat.

Your eyes were open but you could still see those eyes. One green, one gold.

That image was photographed and printed into your mind, hung up high for you to gaze upon over and over again. It wouldn't stop. It just kept flashing across your vision and if it wasn't for the warm palm that slid up your arm, you might have lost yourself in it.