Dreaming of Drarry

Chapter One: The Beginning

The Dark Lord stood over Harry and Draco, pointing his wand first at Harry, then Draco, then back to Harry, as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to who to kill first. Draco and Harry sat together, bound with thick, magic-proof rope. Draco was crying softly, leaning on Harry. Then, with an evil smirk, Voldemort looked over his shoulder and beckoned at a robed figure.

“Lucius! He hissed, sounding horribly snakelike, “Lucius Malfoy! Come here at once!”

“Yes, my Lord?”, said Lucius, quietly.

“I have a small task for you, Lucius. Since you’ve proven yourself loyal to our cause, I should like to give you the pleasure, nay, the honor, of killing young Mr. Malfoy here.”

“With pleasure.” he replied coldly. Turning to Draco, he said, “You should never have betrayed the dark side like you did, you insufferable fool! Running off with Potter like that, how pathetic.”

“I love Harry, and that’s all that I care about, not your stupid, backwards beliefs!” Draco spat back.

“Then you leave me no choice.” Lucius responded calmly, as if he wasn’t about to kill his own son.

“NO!!” Harry cried, struggling against his bonds as Lucius raised his wand to Draco’s throat. “No, I love him!”

“Avada...”

“No!”

Harry shot upright in his bed, all thoughts about protecting Draco.

Ron groaned, threw a pillow in Harry’s general direction, and spat out “What the bloody hell are you yelling about at this time in the morning? Don’tcha know we already have to get up early so we can catch the train? ”

Harry made a quick double take, gathering his surroundings. He was in Ron’s room at the Burrow, of course. Today was the day that they had to catch the Hogwarts express for their make up classes. Before Voldemort had been defeated, students had begun falling behind on their studies. Naturally, McGonagall and the Ministry had decided that all students were to be held back a year.

“Just a dream” he muttered, ashamed that he had forgotten to cast a silencing charm on his bed. He didn’t want people to know that their “hero” nearly wet his bed from nightmares.

Ron grunted, and squinted at Harry as though he thought something might be up, but soon drifted off to sleep. Harry sighed and cast a silencing charm around his bed, making sure he wouldn’t disturb him again. Just as he lay back down on his pillow, he suddenly recalled the events in his dream.

“Oh god!” he yelled, sitting bolt upright in bed once more. Glad that he had cast the charm, he began thinking about what had happened.

“I said I loved him. I. Said. I. Loved. Him.” He chanted over and over again. “What does this mean?” He kept repeating his chant, with the occasional question interrupting it, until he finally drifted back to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if it’s a bit short, I promise I’ll update often! Anyways, creds to ShortyLovesBand for reading this over and fixing anything stupid I put in! Hope you enjoyed this, be sure to Share, Like, Comment, and whatever else you do after a chapter!