Stone Cold ~ Draco Malfoy x reader

I Thought It Was Real

"Everything came flooding back to me in an instant."

A loud banging on my door made me stir in my sleep.

"Wake up. It's your first day of school and you can't skip it today." My Aunt called from the other side of the door. 

When the black pit of sleep disappeared from my vision I snapped up, sitting straight in my bed. 

Everything came flooding back to me in an instant. All the joy, all the pain, all the love. Hogwarts. Slytherin. Harry Potter. My heart ached at how much of a home it had become. And just for it to turn out to be a dream? The dream was so vivid. More vivid than I've ever had. There's no way my mind could have just come up with that on its own... right? I couldn't come up with all the tiny details. Theodore Nott. Tracey Davis. Pansy Parkinson. Blaise Zabini. Cedric Diggory. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the twins. The even smaller details like my class schedules for every year. The mannerisms of people I passed in the hallway. It was like I had gone to bed as a thirteen-year-old and woke up with the mind of a forty-year-old. That's not supposed to happen. Not in a dream.

It had to of been real. Even my parents. I never really knew what they looked like but now I could explain in frightening detail. Unless it was wrong? 

I kept trying to come up with reasonable explanations for what could've happened. I got up despite the confusion in my mind, I put the books away that were on my bed like I had done at the start of the dream.

Nothing made sense to me. A chill brushed past me and I turned around to see the curtains hanging off of my small window were flapping with the wind. I must've left the window open last night. Or you know, forty-some years ago. I walked over and slammed it shut. My eyes trailed to the window sill to make sure it was closed all the way, but something caught my eye.

A letter.

I reached forward and plucked it off of the sill. The front was completely blank. It wasn't addressed to anyone. I flipped it over, green wax sealed the letter closed. 

I recognized the design of the design immediately. My heart faltered. It was the Malfoy's emblem. 

Memories of the boy flooded through my mind. 'Dimwit' he would call me. 'I'm so sorry' he would say. Pictures of him flashed through my head. His platinum blonde hair. His tall, thin stature. His stone-cold eyes. 

I ripped open the letter, peeling back the wax seal. The top opened and I reached inside to pull out the-

It was empty. There wasn't a letter. My heart that had quickened slowed down in disappointment. Was this a prank? A joke?

Maybe I did just dream it all. It was just my mind playing tricks on me. But somewhere, I don't know where or why, but something told me it wasn't a joke. It wasn't a dream. Hogwarts was a place with magic. There could be a reasonable explanation. Right?

But the harder I thought the harder I doubted it. My aunt had died in my dream. But she was here now.

But the empty letter...

But Iris should be dead?

But the dream was so vivid.

But I woke up in my old house.

But the empty letter, Y/N. The empty letter.

THE END