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Emerald Dream

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Summary: People in the Wizarding world are having weird dreams. One person pierces the dark shadow's armor and discovers the dreamworld. But it also looks like someone else already has . . .

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Harry Potter > Multiple Pairings > ActionCassandraDayFR18610,9401205,50524 Apr 1020 Oct 10No

This one sucks . . .

Disclaimer: Not mine! I terribly wish it was. Things would be different. But I don’t own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Boo Hoo!

Warning: There’s violence and crossover. I don’t know what else to put in here. Oh! There’s slash, but little sexy scenes. Sorry. None of the stuff that would curse someone for the rest of their life. Except maybe in the fiction. There’s good Voldemort, Death Eaters and a manipulative Dumbledore. Well, it’s really an evil Dumbledore, but we’ll get to that later.

Emerald Dream Chapter Five

The blush on Harry’s face was very enticing, Tom decided. He wondered if the blush went any further. He raked his eyes down Harry’s small body. If anything, he could definitely get redder.

Finally, Tom took pity on Harry.

“Harry, I’m going to tell you some more things, but I’m going to need some help,” he said. “From someone you haven’t seen in a while.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?” Tom looked up behind Harry.

“Me.” And Harry froze. No! He died! How can . . .

Harry turned around to face the person behind. And when he saw who it was, he sobbed.

Cedric.

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Harry woke up with a jolt, with the sun in his eyes. His body was a little tired. From what Tom had said, it was justified by the missing DAYS of sleep. But man, did he have to feel like he was run over by a herd of hippogriffs?

Harry sat up in bed. And then he stopped. Wait- this was his bed. Didn’t he sleep with Sirius last night? Pushing the covers aside he settled his feet on the ground, and shivered. Why did the floors always have to be cold?

There was a robe on the chair to the desk in the room that he put on. Chair? Desk? Did he ever actually look around in this thing? The walls were blue, the furniture oak, and complimenting things, like the curtains, were cream. Besides the bed, desk, and chair, there was a wardrobe, two bedside tables, one of which had a clock that said 7:14, and some paintings. Harry sighed when he saw that the paintings were of landscapes and not people.

There were also three doors. One obviously went to the hallway. Harry peeked into one and also broke his jaw with the force it hit the floor. This was one big closet. It was almost bigger than the other room! Shaking his head, Harry sighed. Malfoys and their clothes.

The other door lead to a bathroom. Harry probably cracked his jaw in this room. He grinned as he looked around the room. A Jacuzzi bathtub, two sinks on marble, a vanity for makeup and hair, and a glass shower with three shower heads and enough room for five people. There were also many candles around the room. It was like a bathroom from a wedding suite.

This was too much. Mr. Malfoy could have given them smaller rooms, Harry was sure. He could have made their stay here worse than being found by Dumbledore. And yet he gave them nice rooms with a lot of space.

Harry ran out of his room, and down the stairs.

“Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy!” he shouted as he looked in the different rooms. Harry froze as there were footsteps pounding towards him. Out of the room at the end of the hallway, Sirius and appeared, followed by everybody else. Harry grinned and ran towards the one at the end.

Lucius grunted as he was hit with a chest, two arms, and two legs. He laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry.

“Mr. Malfoy, the room is so awesome! When I opened the closet I was so surprised to find that it was so huge! But then I figured that you Malfoys love your clothes, so it didn’t really bother me anymore. But I love the bathroom the best. The bathtub looks so comfortable, and the shower is so big! And thank you, thank you, thank you!” Harry then proceeded to hug the breath out of Lucius.

Lucius padded Harry’s back, looking at Sirius for help.

“It looks like Harry’s finally awake,” Remus chuckled. Sirius shook his head.

“What am I, dead weight?” he asked, incredulously. Harry jumped back from Lucius and then glomped Sirius.

“Of course not. Besides, if you were, you’d be my dead weight.” Sirius chuckled, dragging Harry into the living room.

“So, what do you mean I’m finally awake?” Harry said, remembering Remus’ words. Everybody looked at him. Draco sighed.

“You fell down the stairs, Harry. I guess you don’t remember?” Harry shook his head.

“When was this?” he asked.

“Three days ago.” Harry’s eyes bugged out.

“And you weren’t worried?!?!” Sirius chuckled.

“Harry, we just called Pomfrey. She said you were fine, and you’ve had a stasis spell on you the whole time.”

‘Oh,’ Harry thought, ‘Okay, that’s not bad. Hey, wait, where’s Angel, Spike, Xander, and Connor?’

“Hey, where’d the vamps go?”

“Hmm?” Draco asked. Harry eyed him for a second than shook his head.

“You know, Spike, Angel, and then there’s Xander, and Connor. They were here three days ago.”

“They had to do something back home,” Snape answered. Harry opened his mouth to ask what exactly when Sirius interrupted him.

“Well,” Sirius said, and he slapped his hands on his knees, “I think it’s time for bed, seeing as it’s almost eleven o’clock.” Harry startled.

“What?” he exclaimed. Harry looked at the clock, where the longer hand was almost on the 12. The fifteen year old boy quickly looked at the window, which showed a dark sky.

“Harry, I think your head has taken its toll on the day. Come on, let’s get you into bed,” Remus said and he helped Harry, who realized he was in fact tired, up.

When they got to his room, Remus set Harry on the bed, tucking him under the blankets.

“Thanks, Remy,” Harry said as he looked at Remus. Than something peculiar hit him.

“Blue . . .” Remus looked at Harry sharply.

“What’d you say, Harry?” Harry shook his head, smiling.

“I don’t know.” And Harry yawned, turning over in the bed. “Night, Remus.”

“Night.” And the werewolf delivered a fatherly kiss on his forehead. As the werewolf closed the door to his room, Harry was again struck with the same thought as before.

“Remus has nice blue eyes,” he sighed.

Than, Harry gasped, and he sat up the world turned as he thought, ‘Remus’ eyes are amber!’

The world shifted to form the foyer, foot hovering on the third step down from the top. Unfortunately, with how fast the world was spinning, Harry set his foot down wrong and his whole weight was taken with him.

The bumps and banging brought everybody awake to the foyer. Sirius arrived just in time to see Harry miss the last five steps and fall directly to the floor.

“HARRY!!”

When Sirius arrived in front of Harry, the teen opened his eyes, and gasped slightly.

“Sirius, where’s Remus?!” he asked, trying to sit up. Harry put his arms around his chest.

He couldn’t breathe.

“He’s upstairs, sleeping, Harry stop.” And Sirius pushed him back down to the ground. Snape came into Harry’s view.

“What’s he going on about? Harry, sit still,” Snape ordered as he whipped out his wand, performing every spell necessary for a boy who just fell down the stairs.

“I don’t know, he’s asking for Remus.”

“Then run and get him for me, will you? This retched boy won’t stop moving,” Snape scowled. “Harry James Potter, sit STILL!”

The potions professor looked up as heard snickering. Xander, Connor, and Draco were standing in front of him, their shoulders shaking. Snape raised an eyebrow, and the three stopped, eyes wide.

Xander and Connor seemed to know enough about vampires, especially sexy ones, that they realized a raised eyebrow was, most of the time, not a good thing.

“Get over here and help me.” The three sprung into action, Draco taking the arms, Connor the shoulders, and Xander the legs.

“NO! I need to see Remus!” Harry yelled, and he started struggling harder.

“Harry! He’s coming, but likely with the concussion that you now have you’re feeling a little overwhelmed right now-”

“His eyes can’t be blue!” Snape sat back, stunned. Surely, he couldn’t mean . . .

“What?” he asked sharply.

“They can’t be blue, they can’t be blue, they can’t be blue,” Harry sobbed, “They can’t be blue . . .”

Stomping on the steps drew Snape’s shocked attention. A second later Remus and Sirius appeared at the bottom of the steps. Amber eyes looked at Snape for a second before moving to Harry.

“Harry?” Remus asked, leaning over the fifteen year old boy. He gasped as Harry pulled him closer. Slowly, the tears stopped.

“Not blue, not blue, not blue,” Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around the werewolf. “Eyes aren’t blue.” Harry smiled.

Cradling Harry to his chest, Remus looked at Snape and Sirius, who were both looking at him. He shook his head.

“I have no idea,” he whispered, “Do you think it could be related to . . .”

Snap sighed. “That’s exactly what I think.” He looked at Harry, who was still holding Remus close. “Let’s get him into the living room. I don’t think he’ll want to go upstairs.”


Okay, so I’m really not happy with this chapter, but I’m being picked at with a pitched fork. I told myself I was gonna get this out sooner but there were a whole lot of things that were going on, so it’s a few months late . . .

Sorry.

Anyway, comments on this sucky chapter would be appreciated. My mind is kind of all over the place so any way to improve this chapter would definitely be considered. I’ll even add a bag of cookies (And I swear it’ll be cookies this time! I gave Cmiller some brownies that I totally meant to be cookies.).

Anyway, ursamajor on HPF asked me to write another story explaining how Xander, Spike, and Angel got together, so I started on that, but it isn’t very far along. *sheepishly hides behind hair*

Also, my boytoy (though he refuses to be called that) Peter pointed this out to me. What –exactly- IS a cookie? Is a reward in the form of a fic or are they just imaginary cookies? Cause if it’s the former than I owe some people a few truckloads of fics.

As my younger sister would say, I’m so green (truthfully, I’m lame. I don’t even know what THAT means, but I have a clue).

Lovies,
Cassie

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