Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter five- dreamland

"Ron stopping eating my care packages"
I groaned, my eyes opening slightly to look at my red haired friend caught taking a chocolate frog from the rather large pile of gifts on my bedside table. Sitting up in the uncomfortable hospital wing bed, I yelped in pain as I was attacked by tight hugs and cries from my three friends.

"Guys I appreciate the warm welcome but could we quiet down, my head feels like Buckbeak clawed a talon through it!"
I said disapprovingly

"Sorry (y/n), we were just so worried about you, you've been asleep for days!"
"Days!?" I gasped, "how's that possible?"
"You fainted during the first DADA class with..." Harry trailed off, uncertain if he wanted to bring it up, but he didn't need to, as my memories came rushing back to me all at once. Noah, the blood, the screaming. I felt my heart drop to my chest as I swayed dangerously, Harry putting his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

Madam Pomfrey rushes over to me and did all sorts of background checks, including making me drink a blue liquid that instantly spread a warm, calming feeling throughout my body, and I felt my energy growing and growing.

I spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on homework the trio had brought for me, as well as figuring out how much food I could eat from my packages before I passed out again from a food coma. Combing through candies and snacks left by friends and admirers was becoming a favourite pastime of mine, and I had a particularly fun time with a black woven basket filled with the most delicious chocolates I've ever had. If only the sender had left a note or a name, I could've thanked them. However, there was only so much candy I could eat before I got bored. Which terrified me. Because I found myself laying awake at night, staring at the old stone ceiling of the hospital wing as my mind convulsed into a chaotic, vile mess, replaying the scenes at the classroom over and over like a morbid broken record. Sleep didn't provide much comfort, if any. Every night I woke up numb and tear stricken, the nightmares of last year plaguing my dreamland. After  much convincing, I was finally allowed to leave. I walked down to the great hall, where breakfast had just begun, lightly kicking the doors open with my foot, and jogged up to a cheering Gryffindor table.

"Welcome back, (y/n)" said Fred, patting me on the back
"Knew you'd make it through" George added enthusiastically
"Course after the third day"
"Things we're looking a bit bleak"
"Hermione was in a right state"
"Should've seen her-ow!"
For Hermione had just thrown a piece of parchment at the twins. Undeterred, they continued
"But we knew you'd be just fine, didn't we, George?"
"That we did"
After being approached by what seemed like half the school, Harry was finally able to usher everyone away, leaving me in peace to enjoy my waffles and orange juice. I should've learnt by now, when you're a Lestrange, peace never lasts very long.

Noticing my shaking form, Harry slipped his hand through mine and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb comfortingly, and I was glad to have met such supportive friends at my new school.they hadn't even asked me about my boggart, which I knew had taken much self restraint. Ron had almost let the query slip out during a study session before promptly being silenced by Hermione's textbook hitting the back of his head. Grateful as I was for the gesture, I knew I couldn't keep it from them forever. They deserved to know, and if I waited until I was fully ready to talk about it, I'd be waiting a lifetime.

"Hey Lestrange" Malfoy yelled at me from down the hall, trailed by Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, , "Never told us you were a murderer! What was his name again? Noah? Yes what did Noah ever do to you for you to kill him?! Or maybe it was just that he couldn't stand the sight of your ugly face so he killed himself!"

I snapped. The next few moments happened in a rage filled blur.

I ignored the pleads of my friends to just "leave it alone", unlinking my hand from Harry's and marching up to Malfoy and grabbing him by the collar of his robes lifting him up slightly as I jabbed my wand harshly into his neck.

"I will not repeat myself to you again, so I highly suggest you listen carefully, Malfoy" I spat in his terrified face, "you will never ever speak his name again, do you understand me?" I paused to make sure he did. He nodded and I continued, "you have not earned the right to use his name, and if I ever hear that you've been speaking about him-and believe me, I will hear about it-I will reach my hand down your slimy throat and rupture your vocal chords, you spoilt pathetic daddy's boy. Stupefy!" I roared, and watched as students screamed and leaped out of the way of the flying body I had sent tumbling through the air. Before someone could get a teacher, I ran down the hall and through the Gryffindors common room, that had been cleared due to class.

I fell down onto my bed as the door closed behind me. I cried for hours hugging my knees to my chest as I rocked back and fourth. I faintly heard the door click, and looked at to see Harry holding the books I had dropped while running. Silently setting them down on my desk, he sat down onto the bed next to me, and wordlessly pulled me into a hug. Too tired to push him away, I sank into his arms and sobbed quietly into his shoulder until I fell asleep.

I was back in the same room, only this time it looked different.
It was brightly decorated with plants adorning each corner, the once shattered window fully intact and flung open, allowing the warm stream of sunshine in.
The normally thrashing curtains now swayed lazily with the wind
It's never looked like this in my dreams before.
Birds were singing distantly, and this time he was laying next to me on the loveseat.
Noah.
He looked the same as the form my boggart had taken, only his eyes were glowing this time, a stark contrast to his dull lifeless ones I had seen in the staff room
He had his old school film camera with him, pointing it at me as I tried in vain to push it away, camera shy.
He loved filming. It was one of his favourite things to do. I recalled showing him his first muggle movie. He was practically glued to the screen. The very next day he made me take him to a muggle technology shop, where I got him his first camera. He walked out of the store wearing the grin of a young boy who's mother had just bought him a new toy. He taped hundreds on tapes, all of which I kept with me in a cardboard box. Most of them were of us, going for a walk, dancing and singing, sneaking out to watch the stars. I would give everything I had to watch the stars with him again.