Room 1: What Dreams May Come
After speaking to Moon, Draco had gone upstairs to the room, and behind a hidden panel on the bookshelf near the potion supplies. He took out his Waking Dreams potion, a swirling oil-like in color and texture, only with glittery and pearlescent shimmers like the night sky. He carefully uncorked the bottle. Pausing for a moment.
Drink a little dream of me. Yes. Well.
He took a careful sip, a small one. Re-corked the bottle. And hid it away, knowing the need to move quickly. Before the drugs hit his system. He slowly moved to his room, and sat on the bed. One slow deep breath, and then another. And another. And the room slowly seemed to change around him. He was now in his bedroom back at the Manor.
Only the room seemed crowded. With other hims? Even his fox form was calmly sitting on his haunches in front of him, a very haggard looking version who seemed frightened of his own shadow, and also a younger one, confident in being the prince of Slytherin house for his year. If not for a few years even. Another, pale and drawn from his last year at Hogwarts. Currently holding the hand of a much younger version. Before Hogwarts clearly, maybe even barely had started being tutored. Did his eyes ever seem that innocent? Quietly gazing back and blinking at him. To the background, there was in the shadows, another version smirking as well, and there seemed a cold wind around him. His brief time as a servant of the Dark.
"What's going on?"
Hogwarts Draco: "Don't you know? You wanted to speak with us. This nonsense about finding yourself. I can't believe I turned into you. Sicking really."
Mad Draco: "The voices, still there. Still calling."
Dark Draco: "Merlin... who invited that mad tosser? Really, you are mad. You went from having so much power, to that? No wonder people think you're pathetic."
"Shut up, we never had that power. We were its slave."
Dark Draco: "Go from this to being slave of your own mind. You were still better off this way. Shouldn't have bothered with Danny. He made a bad tool or bargaining piece in the end."
"Shut up!" He reached for his wand.
Hogwarts Draco: "Looking for this?" *holding up his own* "Really, we play with cards. We don't let them play with us. And we certainly don't trust them with anything as valuable as this."
Sixth Year Draco: "You can't trust anybody, especially their sort. Look at what happened."
"How could I know? I actually wanted help."
Dark Draco: "Because you let yourself be wrapped around some witch's finger. Granted she certainly looks nice, but there's others who are less frigid and uptight."
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
Dark Draco: "Make me... oooh, you can't. You just some lowly Squib or Muggle now. You lost what little power you had. Pity."
"I didn't ask for all of you here."
Mad Draco: "They come... masks. All masks. But one's not like the other. Turn around and see who you are."
Sixth Year Draco: "Utterly mad, but a point." *crouches down next to the child, and whispers something to him.* "You want what's lost, right? So we can protect what's important. Make up for what happened."
Child Draco: You look just like Daddy. Sad like him. He never smiled either.
He slowly nodded, "Yes, I had to become him to understand. So he could love me." He got up, and sat down on the floor to talk to his child self. The fox form padded over for pets, and occasionally scampered around the room. The rest seemed to fade into the shadows as he sat there.
Listening mostly.
Drink a little dream of me. Yes. Well.
He took a careful sip, a small one. Re-corked the bottle. And hid it away, knowing the need to move quickly. Before the drugs hit his system. He slowly moved to his room, and sat on the bed. One slow deep breath, and then another. And another. And the room slowly seemed to change around him. He was now in his bedroom back at the Manor.
Only the room seemed crowded. With other hims? Even his fox form was calmly sitting on his haunches in front of him, a very haggard looking version who seemed frightened of his own shadow, and also a younger one, confident in being the prince of Slytherin house for his year. If not for a few years even. Another, pale and drawn from his last year at Hogwarts. Currently holding the hand of a much younger version. Before Hogwarts clearly, maybe even barely had started being tutored. Did his eyes ever seem that innocent? Quietly gazing back and blinking at him. To the background, there was in the shadows, another version smirking as well, and there seemed a cold wind around him. His brief time as a servant of the Dark.
"What's going on?"
Hogwarts Draco: "Don't you know? You wanted to speak with us. This nonsense about finding yourself. I can't believe I turned into you. Sicking really."
Mad Draco: "The voices, still there. Still calling."
Dark Draco: "Merlin... who invited that mad tosser? Really, you are mad. You went from having so much power, to that? No wonder people think you're pathetic."
"Shut up, we never had that power. We were its slave."
Dark Draco: "Go from this to being slave of your own mind. You were still better off this way. Shouldn't have bothered with Danny. He made a bad tool or bargaining piece in the end."
"Shut up!" He reached for his wand.
Hogwarts Draco: "Looking for this?" *holding up his own* "Really, we play with cards. We don't let them play with us. And we certainly don't trust them with anything as valuable as this."
Sixth Year Draco: "You can't trust anybody, especially their sort. Look at what happened."
"How could I know? I actually wanted help."
Dark Draco: "Because you let yourself be wrapped around some witch's finger. Granted she certainly looks nice, but there's others who are less frigid and uptight."
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
Dark Draco: "Make me... oooh, you can't. You just some lowly Squib or Muggle now. You lost what little power you had. Pity."
"I didn't ask for all of you here."
Mad Draco: "They come... masks. All masks. But one's not like the other. Turn around and see who you are."
Sixth Year Draco: "Utterly mad, but a point." *crouches down next to the child, and whispers something to him.* "You want what's lost, right? So we can protect what's important. Make up for what happened."
Child Draco: You look just like Daddy. Sad like him. He never smiled either.
He slowly nodded, "Yes, I had to become him to understand. So he could love me." He got up, and sat down on the floor to talk to his child self. The fox form padded over for pets, and occasionally scampered around the room. The rest seemed to fade into the shadows as he sat there.
Listening mostly.