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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CH2

Oh Shit, Shit, Shit!
They had taken him. They had grouped around him and disappeared into the night as if they had never even been there. With a silent scream Dudley Dursley stumbled out of his hiding place in the tall grass and into the deserted street.
He had left his friends behind. They were probably still harassing the snot nosed Tolbe kid at the Center. He never invited them to check up on his cousin and they never asked to after the first time when they had all nearly died. This time, this time it could be a lot worse. He had to get to Ms. Figg’s.
He ran. He hated to, it made his knees quake and his stomach heave and just the feeling of his weight resettling turned him off from physical activity. But this was really, really important.
Harry had told him about the ones that wore masks. They were bad, horribly bad. They were murders, evil even among the frightening world of m… of that, that strangeness. That thing, whatever it had been that had almost killed him… but it was worse than killing, much worse… That thing that his cousin had saved him from, they had sent it. They liked monsters like that. Monsters liked them; they might have even brought one with them! He wouldn’t be able to see it since he didn’t have the strangeness. It could be following him right now!
He stumbled to a halt, his ears straining to hear over his own wheezing breaths as he peered past the glow of the streetlights. Was that a sudden freezing chill or just the wind? He whirled, nearly falling over his feet when a snap cracked behind him.
“Oh…” He squinted down in relief. Gold eyes regarded him curiously, a petite nose sniffing at his pant leg where he had spilled a filched ice cream earlier. “She got another one, huh? Then she’s feeding you.” Determined by his insight, Dudley started walking briskly towards the Figg’s house, his sneakers pounding the pavement.
The lights were off in the small cottage, as they had been for the past three weeks. He had tried to contact the woman only two days ago, but no one had answered the door. The porch swayed under his weight, planks creaking ominously as he planted himself in front of the door and rang the bell. He wiped his flushed face with his arm and rang it a couple more times for good measure since he could hardly hear over his own ragged breathing.
The windows remained dark. This could be really bad. Bawling his fist, he started to pound on the door just in case the old hag was hard of hearing. Harry had said Ms. Figg could get help, that she was in with that lot, but if she wasn’t home what would he do? The police were out of the question. They’d think he was nutters. He didn’t know any other of their kind, and his parents most certainly didn’t associate with that type. Besides, the way Harry says it, he’d be more likely to run into one of the bad ones then someone who would help him.
His arm aching, Dudley finally stopped in defeat. He peered down the street trying to recall who was strange in the neighborhood. His mother always spoke poorly of Miss. Friedman but he had a feeling that had more to do with her living alone and unmarried at such an age than anything else. Father always said the Rooke’s were a bad sort… but that was because they had money to give to any charity that ‘came a knocking with their hands out.’ Were wizards rich? Could they make money out of thin air? Judging by his cousin it was unlikely.
He started, the porch screeching something awful, when two balls of fur went yowling past him. His heart beating painfully, he sat with a thump on the stairs. What was he going to do?! Harry could be… they were probably… He gulped, and wrung his beefy hands.
Minutes past with him sitting, his eyes screwed shut as he desperately tried to think of a plan. It wasn’t that he cared so much for his cousin’s safety, not that he wanted him to die or anything horrible like that! He owed him. Harry had saved him twice now and Dudley couldn’t even keep him from being kidnapped. He hadn’t been able to give Ms. Figg the letter like he promised or make sure that Harry was up in the morning so father wouldn’t get angry with him. He couldn’t do anything right! And now his cousin was going to die because of it! He was supposed to be a man, able to protect his friends and family. What if it had been his mother? What if some crazy masked cult had stolen her away? Would he have just hid in the shadows like he had earlier? No! He was certain he would have helped her. He couldn’t give up now. He had to—!
With a yelp he fell off the top step, barely avoiding the creature that had sunk its teeth into his leg. He blinked stupidly down at the weird cat from earlier. Up close he could see it had strange bumps on its head like a calf, and its face wasn’t quite right, the snout too narrow. Before he had time to dwell on just what might be standing before him, he was being dragged down the stairs by a pair of teeth in his pant leg.
“…Wait. Gerroff!” He hollered, pulling at his pants to no avail as he Thump, Thump, Thud! down the steps and onto the moist lawn. Panic was starting to rise in him but he didn’t dare kick the little beast. He had learned enough from his cousin not to mess with strange creatures. It probably didn’t want him loitering on the witch’s property and was removing him personally. Those familiars thingys could be picky like that.
That thought calmed him for a moment until the pull changed direction and Dudley found they were heading away from the friendly streetlights and the property line. Struggling against gravity he twisted his head and gaped in horror at the large hole that had opened up in the flowerbed, marked only by a large rock and azaleas shimmering in the moonlight. Was that blood?! All courtesy forgotten, he snapped his legs out, stomping his own foot in the process as he tried to dislodge the persistent beast. He screamed as he felt the teeth sink into his leg again, and a final time when he was pulled down into the earth.

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“Oh the bells on Merlin’s beard! Is it another centaur, or did we finally catch a bloody dragon?” The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall from the force of the man behind it. “You two take point. This whole contraption was your idea and I won’t lose another eye because of your foolish experiments.”
“Gory, Mad-Eye, don’t get your knickers in a twist. We’ve got it covered.” George sassed, sharing an eager smile with his brother. Fred scooped up the snar net, which tried to wrap itself around his arm until George spelled it inactive. The three strode to the basement door of the cottage, the twins grinning in anticipation while Moody snarled at everything in general.
After a quick exchange of hand signals they shot into a smooth routine that reflected just how much experience the three had in this situation. George sent the door flying open with a spell and charged the room. Using his brother as a shield, Fred threw the snar net, which immediately wound itself tightly around the poor unfortunate animal that had lost its way into their den. Moody stood within the doorframe with his wand drawn to cover the twins and keep the beast from charging out into the house.
“Whoa, I think we caught ourselves something of the human persuasion.” George went to pull the net off the struggling form but Moody stopped him with a bark. “Hold on now, it could be a Death Eater.”
“Probably just Mundungus again, pissed out of his mind.” Fred snorted, toeing the wriggling bundle that yelped in response. “Whoops.”
Moody didn’t reply, just stepped into the room and spelled it locked behind them. “Stupify!” Once the net had stopped shaking, it was spelled off to reveal an unconscious Dudley Dursley. How the boy could be passed out and look terrified at the same time was a wonder.
“Oi, that’s Harry’s blobby cousin.” George froze, his eye’s widening as he remembered the impervious charm they had placed on their newest invention and what the hour was.
“Wait, he’s muggle!” Fred frowned. “Did it break? Only magical beings can get through the portals.”
“Forget that, what the hell is he doing here? And where’s Harry?” They exchanged a worried glance.
“Summon the Order and get what you can out of the boy. I’m going to the house.” Moody ordered, and limped quickly from the room and into the hallway where his cloak was waiting.
“What, you’re going alone?” George ran after him. “You don’t know what’s waiting for you there.”
Moody gave him a hard look but nodded when George grabbed his own cloak. “Stay quiet and vigilant.” He warned then turned back to the crooked door where Fred was enervating the youngest Dursley. “Be on your guard. His appearance is very suspicious even if the boy himself is rather harmless.”
“I know, constant vigilance.” Fred teased, but it was less biting than normal. “Be safe.” He whispered to his brother in passing. George gripped his hand quickly, a reassuring warmth that was too fleeting as he pulled away to follow Moody into the portal which would bring them to Arabella’s and Privet Drive.
Fred watched after them for a moment then turned back to the prone form on the floor. “Come on big guy, up with ya.” The boy still refused to move although he was obviously awake. He was whimpering softly while his eyes were searching around desperately. “Oi, right here.” Fred stooped so that he was in the boy’s view and snapped his fingers to catch his attention. “Do you remember me? I’m a friend of Harry’s. We met a while ago, I’m sure you’re still significantly scarred from it.” He smirked at the memory. “I’ve gotta take care of something but when I get back you’re spilling your guts. And don’t think you can go waltzing out of here the way you came in. It’s all locked up.” Maybe he was being a little harsh but he really had no good feelings towards the bully cowering on the floor.
He was about two feet out the door when he noticed it. A presence separate from Harry’s cousin was in the room. It was weak, cloaked. He searched the barren room and found it in a darkened corner, one with the shadows. He eyed it cautiously, trying to deduce its motives. It must have been how the muggle had gotten in… but why? Was the Dursley boy a distraction while the creature got access to the Order, or had it lead the boy here to get help for Harry? Before he had time to panic over the possibilities of why the being had come, it stepped out from the shadows, towering and indistinct.
Fred gaped wide-eyed. “You’re…” He swallowed thickly and fell to his knees.
That is not necessary child.
Like hell it’s not, Fred thought, searching his mind for proper etiquette; keep the wand hidden, don’t make eye contact, and don’t speak unless asked to.
The darkness floated closer, circling Fred’s kneeling form. Mortals, you’re such sticklers for diplomacy. I have no intention of gobbling you up child, no need to cower so. I need only to return the way I came which you will allow me to do. It waited but Fred made no move, no sound. Speak child. Stop this foolishness.
“Fine,” Fred whispered, meeting the golden eyes. This being was mistaken if it thought he was frightened. There were rules that had to be obeyed in these situations if he wanted to keep his family and every ancestor that held his blood from an eternity of suffering. He wasn’t afraid but he sure as hell wasn’t stupid either. “If you wish for me to let you leave then explain yourself.”
A ripple swept through the figure, causing Fred to frown until he realized it was laughing. For some reason that seemed even more unsettling.
Such cheek, human, do you think you can hold me here? You’ve lost your ward. I felt it relevant to warn you but now I must return to my duties.
“Harry’s… lost?” Fred paled, his freckles in bright contrast to his skin.
Taken child. Since you no longer guard him I thought you may like to be aware of your failure to protect him. I do not have any more time to waste. Another ripple, but tense this time, impatient.
“Go,” Fred hissed. The harsh words had flayed him with their truth. He ran to the portal he and his brother had created as a secure substitute for flooing and activated it with the one on Privet Drive. He hadn’t wanted to stop Harry’s guard, they had fought bitterly for it, but they didn’t have the manpower and the Order had assured him Harry would be safe.
“Thank you for your help. I… uh, thank you, Lord.” He swallowed his bitterness and paralyzing fear for his friend and turned to allow the being to leave with an appropriate bow.
The shadows nodded back accordingly but still refused to reveal its true form from its dark cloak. You shall be more diligent in the future. The others will be forced to set their intentions on him soon.
“Wait, are you going to save him?!” Hope bloomed fiery and desperate.
… If I find him and he is alive… then I will do what I can.
Fred stared at the impossibly gold eyes gleaming warmly against the coldly spoken words. “Who are you?”
That is not for you to know. The shadow floated by, silent and regal but before it left through the portal it paused for a final moment.
Be wary of the ones that hide in the light. They move as we speak.
Fred just gaped at the place where the creature had left. This was why dealing with magical beings was so frustrating. They spoke in so many damn riddles that even their warnings were confusing. With a deep breath he whirled and leaped over the whimpering pile that was Dudley and ran out the door to contact the Order. They had to save Harry; they had too!
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