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Rumor's Confirmed	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction. I do not own HP, Battlestar Galactica or any of these wonderful characters, I am simply borrowing them from the three wonderful authors that created them. I make no profit from any of these works.

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"No, there isn't," Bilbo settled himself near Roark's knees, "Come on now, deep breath...release it,,,good, and again. There. Isn't that much better?"
Listening to Bilbo's soft , calm voice, drawing in deep breaths, releasing them, feeling himself settle, calm, "Yes, better," he murmured.
"Schy asked if you could tell where you were. Let's take it a little farther. Could you tell when?"
Roark closed his eyes, gathering his scattered thoughts, trying to call the dream forward. Silence reined as they waited patiently. Suddenly, he gave a frustrated sigh, shaking his head as his eyes came open, looking at his uncle.
"It's just like always, Uncle. I have the dream, but once I jerk awake from the horror of it, it's gone. When I'm having them, they seem to be so very real...like tge ones I kept having on Aquaria of Rodolphus dying, or me. Like the ones on Virgon...of Harry being caught in that drug den explosion. Those though, I remembered clearly."
"So what's different about this one?" came the question from Charlie as he wrapped his arms around Dylan's tense body.
"I can't remember them, Charlie. It's like they're wisps of fog, clouding my waking mind, protecting me from the horror of what I'm seeing. I'm left only with the impressions, the feelings."
"Rodolphus," came Dylan's soft voice, drawing his attention to him, "did you get anything from him?"
"About the same as I got the first time this happened," his face took on a thoughtful look. "Only it seemed to me to be more of an echo resonating through the bond this time. It was his feelings of utter horror, as much as his screams that woke me. I can't tell you what he was actually dreaming, or if it was past, present, or the future."
"It's not the past." Roark said with certainty in his voice.
"How can you tell, little brother?" came another soft question.
"I...don't know, Roan," he answered with a shake of his head. "I just...know. Whatever this is, it isn't from the past. It feels..." his eyes took on an almost distant look as he tried to remember, but in the end, he just gave another frustrated sigh, leaning lightly against his lover's warm body, feeling very cold all of a sudden, and shivering because of it.
"This particular dream...it feels like you're in the middle of something," Dylan said, leaning back into Charlie's strong body, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Like you're a part of it, yet you can't move every time you try to interact with it, try to stop what is happening. No matter how hard you try, there is nothing you can do but stand there and watch, frozen in place."
Roark nodded, "Yes."
Dylan turned his head. "That sounds very familiar, doesn't it, Ki?"
"Oh yes, it certainly does," he said as he moved closer to the bed. "If it sounds like anything, it sounds like a premonition dream. Kobol knows I've had enough of them to know what they can be like."
"Kili," Bilbo got to his feet, moved to slip an arm around his youngest, "Are you having any kind of dreams like the ones Rory is describing?"
"Without any real details of what he is seeing, I can't answer with a definitive yes, but..." his voice drifted, his dark brown eyes taking on a vague look as he thought back to what he had been dreaming just before Roark's screams had woken them. The dream that had brought him sharply awake with his voice locked in his throat and deep shudders of horror.
"You're dreaming, aren't you? And from your expression, they're either the same or close enough as to BE the same?"
When Kili didn't answer right away, Thorin turned his attention to his son, the backs of his fingers smoothing lightly over his cheek. "Kili? Come on son, come back to us now," he said gently, and once his eyes had cleared, asked, "They're the same, aren't they?"
He gave a nod. "What little I remember of them, it does sound very close to what Roark is describing. The impressions...the feelings..." he shook his head. "Dylan? You?"
Dylan shrugged as their eyes turned to him. "I can't say for sure. I AM dreaming, but what that dream is...Mine haven't been anywhere near what the two of you are getting, but that could change the closer we get to when it's supposed to happen. We need more information before I can make an actual prediction."
"Then...there's no way to stop this?"
Both Kili and Dylan shook their heads, Dylan saying, "Not once it's been awakened. When I studied premonition dreams at the Institute on Saggitara after mine and Kili's became too strong to ignore. The first thing I learned is that premonition is one of the most rare of psychic gifts. In fact, it hasn't been seen in over a couple thousand yahren. The last known person to have it was the seventh Lord of Kobol and the founder of Caprica. If I remember right, I had my first premonition dream at sixteen. Kili was...fifteen?" he looked to his cousin, who nodded.
"If I remember Ethan telling us right about what happened on Saggitara, yours opened pretty damn early if the very first time you had this dream was at ten yahren."
"He locked himself down so tight, Dylan, that none of us who looked into his memories, could ever be sure what it was he saw, or if it was what had truly caused him to do what he had done to himself."
"It was," came his whisper, drawing their gazes back to him. "I know I've had this dream before, and that I was much younger when I did. I couldn't comprehend something so...devastating, so...horrifying. I think...I'd had the dream a few times before I actually shut down."
"Which now explains why you became so quiet, so...withdrawn," Harry spoke for the first time. I KNEW something was wrong, but I also knew you had somehow figured out how to block me from whatever it was. I knew too that you were having horrible dreams, but...you had had bad dreams ever since I could remember. We just attributed them to Mother and Father's murders and Riddle's attempt to kill us."
"But...I was only fifteen sectars old."
Ethan shook his head. "Doesn't mean you wouldn't remember something so horrible as that, no matter how vague. Dylan, what has you thinking so hard?"
"That the only thing I can suggest we do is that the three of us start keeping pads of paper and pens on our bedside tables. When we have these dreams, we need to write down everything we can remember, anything that can help us to figure out exactly what it is we're seeing. Rory? Kili?"
"Okay, but that could be a problem for me as I can never remember anything I dream. It's almost as if my waking mind just can't comprehend, or accept what it's seeing, it blocks the dream from all conscious thought."
More than a few looks of surprise. "You know, that may just be what is happening," Roark Sr. said. "Rodolphus?"
A nod. "Now that I think about it, there IS this...black spot, a wall so thick, I haven't been able to get past it since the first time I noticed it being there. I've tried a few times while he was sleeping and failed every time. I've walked around it, but there are no openings...not even a crack. I remember thinking that for someone who knew nothing about his gifts, it was astounding that something like that was there."
"Which means it's something I don't WANT to remember."
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