Challenge 76- It was all a dream
Title: He was forgetting something
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter
Summary: Something was eluding Harry, and he is on the search for what!
Word Count: 1,250
Harry was fast asleep, and he was dreaming. For once it was a peaceful dream, albeit a weird one. The sky in his dream was dark and in the horizon, he saw nothing but smoke. He was in the middle of a lake with only stepping stones for foundations. At first, he was walking on stepping stones, but he soon began advancing to a hop. There was a thick fog which rose only to his knees, and dispersed in areas where he stepped, as if he was leaving footprints in the fog. Ahead of him, he saw an island. What was standing on top of the island was shrouded behind a big fog; however, he could see the silhouette of an object standing behind the fog. It was big, like a giant, but he couldn’t make out what it was. It felt like de ja vu, like he had experienced viewing such a large mass of land from far away before. However, in the dream, he couldn't put a finger on it; however, it was at the tip of his tongue. With no way to go put forward, he continued on. His balance was amazingly steady as he jumped from rock to rock without missing a step and he always seemed to land in the exact same spot on each rock: the dead center. Somehow he knew that no matter how many rocks he jumped, he was not going to get any closer to the land before him. Suddenly, he rocks disappeared and he was on land. He had reached land, yet he had no idea how he managed. Turning around, he saw sharks in the water. Confused as to why they didn’t approach him when he was in the water, or why he didn’t see their fins peak from the water earlier. He knew it was something that he would never get the answer to. Though he had reached land, he was still not anywhere near finding out what was behind the thick fog; however, he could see the silhouette clearer now. He saw spikes rising from the top of a rectangular based object. Once again, he felt like he had seen it before, encountered it, perhaps even touched it, but he could recall what it was. In the dream, he was in no rush. He had no idea what he was to do next, but he also wasn’t very interested in finding out what the object was. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that he felt rather obligated to go, as if he was forgetting to do something for someone. Without thinking, he picked up one of the large round rocks he was stepping on just moments earlier from the lake with unusual ease, and hurled it at the object behind the fog. He heard nothing. There was no indication that the rock had hit anything, not even the ground. He picked up another rock, with ease, and hurled it at the object behind the wall. The next time he turned around, he saw a huge pile of rocks laid out like a barricade. The rocks had been stacked neatly, one on top of the other in orderly fashion, just waiting for him to take them and continue with throwing the rocks. It was as if his dream knew what he was doing and was trying to be on his side. He picked up another one, and threw it. This time the he swore he heard a squawk. Of a bird, or perhaps an owl (he wasn’t sure). Time seemed to have warped again, for when he turned around. There were no rocks to be seen. He turned to face forward, and saw the same rock barricade, except now it was sitting before him instead of behind him. He looked with great surprise, and began climbing the rocks. When he had climbed over to the other side, he noticed that the barricade was only ten feet wide, and he could have just walked around it. He wonders why he didn’t think to just walk around it, but of course, it’s a dream and dreams don’t give answers. Deciding the rocks were of no further importance to him, he turned his attention back to the object behind the fog. He was no closer to the fog than he had been before he was on the lake. It’s as if the island had grown bigger during his efforts of hurling rocks at it. The scene flashed again, and now the fog looked as it was moving, swirling, rising. Looking up, he realized that the fog did indeed extend all the way into the sky. It looked like it was being sucked into a black hole in the sky; however, where the fog was originating was still a mystery. If it was going somewhere, it had to come from some place as well, he thought. In the next instant, the fog was gone, but so was the object behind it. In its place was a small desk; a lone desk on a giant island. The desk did not have a roof over it or a manmade floor below it. Its four legs were nestled deep into the green grass that was all around the island. He approached the desk and sat in it. For some reason he was now watching himself from third person. He felt as if he was floating in the air, looking down on himself. It’s as if he’s dreaming about himself, and not him dreaming of doing something. He looked around, and noticed that his other self was sleeping. He had his head cradled in his arms, which were rested on the desk. For some reason, he felt like looking through his other self’s pockets. He descended from the sky and walked towards his other self. He fumbled through the pockets of his other self and found nothing. He had not been especially careful during the search, but his other self did not wake up. His other self only slept; nothing else. Suddenly, he noticed a letter on the desk. Strange that he had not seen it earlier, but he couldn’t recall now if he had even carefully looked at the desk before, or maybe it was even he himself that had put the letter there, but had just forgotten. Regardless, he looked at the letter and stared. It was like de ja vu, again. The letter felt very familiar, but he could put his finger on it. He picked it up, and noticed immediately that the way it felt in his hands was also somehow oddly familiar. He flipped the letter to see the other side. The letter, on the back, had a red seal. He tried to pry open the seal, but it wouldn’t budge; however, red dye seemed to have transferred onto his hands. It looked like the red seal was about to give way, but instead the seal suddenly melted. Finally, he was able to open the contents of the letter. He stared at it. He saw no words, but for some reason, he was reading; it’s as if the letter was telepathic and everything was being transferred to his mind. He understood now. He was late to class. It was the first day of class and he was late to class. His mind became worried, and he began to believe that the dream was real. He ran and ran, but ran nowhere, until he woke up from the running.
1,250/50 = 25 points to Gryffindor
Bess//Gryffindor
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter
Summary: Something was eluding Harry, and he is on the search for what!
Word Count: 1,250
Harry was fast asleep, and he was dreaming. For once it was a peaceful dream, albeit a weird one. The sky in his dream was dark and in the horizon, he saw nothing but smoke. He was in the middle of a lake with only stepping stones for foundations. At first, he was walking on stepping stones, but he soon began advancing to a hop. There was a thick fog which rose only to his knees, and dispersed in areas where he stepped, as if he was leaving footprints in the fog. Ahead of him, he saw an island. What was standing on top of the island was shrouded behind a big fog; however, he could see the silhouette of an object standing behind the fog. It was big, like a giant, but he couldn’t make out what it was. It felt like de ja vu, like he had experienced viewing such a large mass of land from far away before. However, in the dream, he couldn't put a finger on it; however, it was at the tip of his tongue. With no way to go put forward, he continued on. His balance was amazingly steady as he jumped from rock to rock without missing a step and he always seemed to land in the exact same spot on each rock: the dead center. Somehow he knew that no matter how many rocks he jumped, he was not going to get any closer to the land before him. Suddenly, he rocks disappeared and he was on land. He had reached land, yet he had no idea how he managed. Turning around, he saw sharks in the water. Confused as to why they didn’t approach him when he was in the water, or why he didn’t see their fins peak from the water earlier. He knew it was something that he would never get the answer to. Though he had reached land, he was still not anywhere near finding out what was behind the thick fog; however, he could see the silhouette clearer now. He saw spikes rising from the top of a rectangular based object. Once again, he felt like he had seen it before, encountered it, perhaps even touched it, but he could recall what it was. In the dream, he was in no rush. He had no idea what he was to do next, but he also wasn’t very interested in finding out what the object was. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that he felt rather obligated to go, as if he was forgetting to do something for someone. Without thinking, he picked up one of the large round rocks he was stepping on just moments earlier from the lake with unusual ease, and hurled it at the object behind the fog. He heard nothing. There was no indication that the rock had hit anything, not even the ground. He picked up another rock, with ease, and hurled it at the object behind the wall. The next time he turned around, he saw a huge pile of rocks laid out like a barricade. The rocks had been stacked neatly, one on top of the other in orderly fashion, just waiting for him to take them and continue with throwing the rocks. It was as if his dream knew what he was doing and was trying to be on his side. He picked up another one, and threw it. This time the he swore he heard a squawk. Of a bird, or perhaps an owl (he wasn’t sure). Time seemed to have warped again, for when he turned around. There were no rocks to be seen. He turned to face forward, and saw the same rock barricade, except now it was sitting before him instead of behind him. He looked with great surprise, and began climbing the rocks. When he had climbed over to the other side, he noticed that the barricade was only ten feet wide, and he could have just walked around it. He wonders why he didn’t think to just walk around it, but of course, it’s a dream and dreams don’t give answers. Deciding the rocks were of no further importance to him, he turned his attention back to the object behind the fog. He was no closer to the fog than he had been before he was on the lake. It’s as if the island had grown bigger during his efforts of hurling rocks at it. The scene flashed again, and now the fog looked as it was moving, swirling, rising. Looking up, he realized that the fog did indeed extend all the way into the sky. It looked like it was being sucked into a black hole in the sky; however, where the fog was originating was still a mystery. If it was going somewhere, it had to come from some place as well, he thought. In the next instant, the fog was gone, but so was the object behind it. In its place was a small desk; a lone desk on a giant island. The desk did not have a roof over it or a manmade floor below it. Its four legs were nestled deep into the green grass that was all around the island. He approached the desk and sat in it. For some reason he was now watching himself from third person. He felt as if he was floating in the air, looking down on himself. It’s as if he’s dreaming about himself, and not him dreaming of doing something. He looked around, and noticed that his other self was sleeping. He had his head cradled in his arms, which were rested on the desk. For some reason, he felt like looking through his other self’s pockets. He descended from the sky and walked towards his other self. He fumbled through the pockets of his other self and found nothing. He had not been especially careful during the search, but his other self did not wake up. His other self only slept; nothing else. Suddenly, he noticed a letter on the desk. Strange that he had not seen it earlier, but he couldn’t recall now if he had even carefully looked at the desk before, or maybe it was even he himself that had put the letter there, but had just forgotten. Regardless, he looked at the letter and stared. It was like de ja vu, again. The letter felt very familiar, but he could put his finger on it. He picked it up, and noticed immediately that the way it felt in his hands was also somehow oddly familiar. He flipped the letter to see the other side. The letter, on the back, had a red seal. He tried to pry open the seal, but it wouldn’t budge; however, red dye seemed to have transferred onto his hands. It looked like the red seal was about to give way, but instead the seal suddenly melted. Finally, he was able to open the contents of the letter. He stared at it. He saw no words, but for some reason, he was reading; it’s as if the letter was telepathic and everything was being transferred to his mind. He understood now. He was late to class. It was the first day of class and he was late to class. His mind became worried, and he began to believe that the dream was real. He ran and ran, but ran nowhere, until he woke up from the running.
1,250/50 = 25 points to Gryffindor
Bess//Gryffindor