Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU

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A/N: TYSM for all the love on this story, I love reading through the comments so if you want to comment go ahead! Sorry that I'm not updating as often as I said I was. This chapter takes place about a day or two after the last chapter :) 

ALSO JUST A DISCLAIMER!!!!!! I am NOT a major harry potter fan, so some of the things in this chapter may be incorrect but please don't dwell on them. ENJOY

George flipped through the pages of The Daily Prophet, his eyes moving up and down the page. Since today was the 11th of December, they had started their Christmas break, and the Ravenclaw couldn't be more excited. There was snow on the ground and birds in the sky, the birds let out gentle chirps while passing by. He was wearing his usual comfy clothes, a grey sweater, and black pants. On the end of his bed, a particular Slytherin lay on his back, staring at the patterns on the ceiling

"Geoorrgee,"

George looked up from the newspaper to his friend.

"What Clay? I'm trying to read this-"

"I'm bored. Let's go to Hogsmeade? I have a map that can take us there so we can sneak out. It is around Christmas time anyway," Clay rambled on.

"You know I can't. Besides, I'm reading the Daily Prophet, and it says dementors are loose and it's not safe to leave right now."
Clay sat up in the bed and faced George.

"Please George? I have to get away from your common room before someone realises I've sneaked out, and we might as well go somewhere interesting,"

How could George resist those puppy eyes?

"Fine."

***

George wrapped his Ravenclaw scarf tighter around himself as if he would gain any extra heat from it. Clay, who walked next to him, was wearing a black knee-length coat and a Slytherin scarf to complement his dark green sweater. The two walked in comfortable silence, the sound of snow crunching from their boots died down and the noise of people talking became louder as they neared Hogsmeade. Snow lay on top of the triangular roofs, each accompanied with chimneys puffing out clouds of heat. Above the door of each building, a wooden sign explaining the contents of the shop swang back and forth with the soft breeze. To most, it would've been a perfect Hogsmeade morning. To George, it was a cold grim day - which he despised. All he wanted was to go into a warm building and have a cup of hot chocolate. 

"Hey, George? Do you like chocolates?" Clay's eyes seemed to browse the shops, looking for something interesting they could buy.

"Not really, they make me feel sick. I like hot chocolate though" George fumbled with his pockets and took out a pair of dark blue gloves. 

"How about we get some sweets?" Without a second thought, Clay grabbed George's arm and dragged him to one of the shops to the right; a brown sign with an engraved image of a candy wrapper hung above the door.

The two of them walked into the shop, the smell of sweets immediately hitting them. On many shelves, thousands of candies were in bowls and boxes. It seemed like there was an endless supply of every flavour in the planet; caramel, lemon, mint, orange, strawberry - you name it, they had it. George walked through the rooms, each of them filled to the brim with decorations based on the type of candy it was showcasing. Clay followed him, both of them in a trance.

"This place is crazy!" Clay placed his hand in one of the jars and took a few of the fudge sweets, setting them into a small brown paper bag. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Stay here George, I'll be right back," Clay rushed out of the room and into another 

***

When Clay returned, he had three brown paper bags in total. He shot George a grin.

"Okay, can we get out of here now? The smell is starting to make me feel nauseous," George stated, wrapping his scarf around him once again. Clay nodded and they stepped out of the shop, the ding of the bell above the door ringing before it was closed. Once they were outside, Clay reached and placed his hand inside one of the paper bags, bringing out a small bag of jellybeans. He held it out for George to take, to which he did.

"Jellybeans?" George looked up at Clay with a confused expression on his face. Clay gave a smirk.
"Taste one." 
George popped one of the jellybeans in his mouth and started to chew. He was met by the taste of strawberry, sweet and rich in flavour.

"Wow, these actually taste...." George paused for a second, his hand flying to his mouth. The sweet taste suddenly turned incredibly sour. His face scrunched up. Clay began wheezing, watching his friend struggle with the sourness.

"You can spit it out George," Clay gave him a napkin, laughing as he watched George spit out the jellybean.

"What the hell was that?" George tried to have a mad expression but burst out laughing as well.

"Flavour changing jellybeans, from the pranks section," Clay said proudly. George laughed but suddenly stopped. Rumble. The ground shook and the signs above the door rattled. Screams of wailing people could be heard in the distance, followed by crashes which sounded like glass being broken. People ran out of shops in a panic, a few running while others began to apparate away.

"Clay?" George looked over to him again, seeing his face had been drained of all colour.

"George, we need to leave now." Clay grabbed George's arm, dragging him through the crowd of people.

"Clay- Wait- I don't understand, what's happening?" George ran with Clay, who had a sturdy grip on his arm that he showed no signs of letting go of. Clay helped them navigate through the crowd, occasionally bumping into a few wizards who apparated into Hogsmeade to help with the situation. 

Black figures began to float towards the sky, five of them in total, forming an arrow facing upwards. 

"Dream." The voices of the dementors rang through the air. Their voices were raspy and brittle, almost as if they cut through the air. A few wizards covering their ears. Clay paused abruptly, causing George to bump into him.

"Bring us Dream."

"Clay! We can't stop now, there are literal dementors in the sky, GO!" George hissed, giving him a little push as Clay snapped out of it. Clay grabbed George's hand and took off. They resumed running away, gripping onto each other's hands like their life depended on it. They ran through Hogsmeade and into the woods nearby, dodging and weaving through trees. Suddenly, a big gust of wind swept the two of them from under their feet, causing them to unlace their hands. George was thrown onto the ground and Clay followed, not too far apart from him. Clay groaned in pain. A black shadow neared Clay, whispering incoherent things into the tense atmosphere. Clay dragged himself to a kneeling position as the dementor stood over him, placing a hand above his head.

"Dream."

"That's not- My name" Clay dragged one leg up, and then the other until he could stand up. Of course, his height was no match for the dementor as it still towered over him. George watched in horror as the dementor's hand seemed to suck the life out of him, little trails of happiness dragging out of Clay. Clay desperately dragged his wand out of his pocket; his hand was too shaky to hold it properly, causing him to drop it. George watched Clay's mouth move, but no words were coming out. All George could hear were whispers coming from Clay, almost as if the words he was uttering were in a different language. Parseltongue. 

The dementor towering above Clay began to hiss and recoil in pain to Clay's words. The dementor's threatening stance was now a smaller one, it's hands clawed out into the sky as it melted into black smoke on the ground and eventually was picked up by the wind. Clay flopped onto the ground and lay down, staring at the sky. He was surrounded by darkness, and this time, let the darkness take him.