The song I hear in my dream
It started with a dream. To be honest he’s been having the same dream every night since he was 6. It has been plaguing his day thoughts as well as his nights because the dream is so realistic yet so vague. Some parts are fuzzy like the faces of the people he meets, their bodies too, but the sense of color, or of being is still there.
For instance, the first person he meets always has a color of yellow, but their aura is red. They are small, smaller than he is in the dream, he always has to look down.
The next person he meets reminds him of the color purple, and they also have a pale turquoise aura. They are much taller than he is, but they do not give him the impression that they are mean. They seem rather kind.
Then there is another person who whose color was red, but their aura was indigo. He couldn’t remember what their voice sounded like, but he got the feeling they were loud, but not in the rude way, just as if they were always excited, and maybe a little too excited sometimes. He sensed they were fun.
The next person always depends sometimes he gets the feeling like he should be running from them in the dream, and others it is like they’re just super protective. Their color is turquoise, but their aura was melon pink? Which was strange sometimes because it would flash red during the times when he thought he should be running, but never for too long.
The purple one is a shorter experience, they have a lavender rose aura, but nothing more, nothing less. He feels like he should have a sweet whenever he meets them in the dream. It makes him want chocolate when he wakes up sometimes.
Then there’s the golden one, they always show up with the fuchsia one. Both are fun, but the golden one has a pale-yellow aura, and the fuchsia one has a red-violet aura. He feels like he should be scared around the later but he kind of just wants to dance with them. It is a strange feeling.
The indigo one, is the most concerning because they always seem sad, but the deep pressing kind of sadness that refuses to let you go. The one that you force yourself to work through even if it continues to hurt you. They have a cerulean aura. It’s calming, even when it shouldn’t be.
Sometimes there is another with a red aura. He feels like he should know this person, but he never sees their color. He does sometimes see their face, and it gives him the feeling of a deep longing as if they are supposed to be a part of him, like they are so close, but he can’t reach them. On the nights he dreams of them he wakes up thinking of chocolate brown hair and a light green sweater. He cried those mornings, even as he grows, he cries.
Other times there will be a soul so pure and so white that it blinds him even if he cannot make out the shape or form. They are ones that sing the song:
"This is the end
Just let me win
I found you after you fell
You always did mean well
You made your place in our home
But now I’m so alone
What is this that’s happening?
What is this feeling?
Have I been through too much now?
What will my heart allow?
Don’t you know why you’re still here?
Why I keep you so near?
I can’t let this be the end
Can’t say goodbye again
My hate is replaced with fear
The thought that you’re not here
Do not make me realize
You aren’t the one who dies
I know that you’re not the one
with whom I had such fun
That one isn’t here with me
The one I’ll never see
So alone
So afraid
I'm so sorry
Need to be saved
You can Make the world brand new
Make a new family too
Love your friends like I loved you
Bring peace to me and you
This is all
Just a bad dream"
There’s one more, someone who’s almost always wrapped in shadows, but their color is blue. A bright but pale blue, with yellow intertwining with it. They’re the only one who has two colors by which they can be remembered by. Their aura is faded, but sometimes he catches a bright glow coming from them. Its ultramarine when he gets the chance the see it. It’s beautiful. He feels most at peace with this one. He can tell that he loves them, because they share so much. It’s not like the other one, no he feels like they are a part of him, but he doesn’t love them, not really, he accepts that they are one, but he can’t bring himself to love them. This though this something that is so fragile, but that’s what makes it so precious.
The dream is also blurry when he wakes up, but he knows deep in his soul, that it’s as clear as a fresh memory in a pensive when he’s dreaming. Sometimes he’ll wake up with their name on his tongue – one name, and of their names, but he can’t force it out. He locks himself in his room on those days, refusing to speak to anyone, not even the house-elves.
His mother catches him humming the song sometimes but doesn’t ask. He wouldn’t answer her anyways. When he’s humming, she knows he’ll be a quiet child, he won’t speak at all for days sometimes, even weeks. The longest has been two weeks before his father forced him to say something. It wasn’t pleasant, but he learned to force himself to talk when that happens. His mother won’t hurt him, but she doesn’t like him either. He is a weird child in her eyes. He knows this, he’s heard her say it to other women when he’s supposed to be hosting children.
“Draco is just so weird. He’s not interested in anything but reading some days. Other times he wants to go out into the wood behind the house. He’ll carry a stick around, but refuses to let us have a house-elf follow in case something hurts him. We took him out one day and ran into a werewolf, and he smiled at the thing and tried to give it his ice cream. Then there’s the times when he doesn’t speak, what child refuses to talk. I think something’s wrong with him, but we’ve checked, there are no curses, no potions, nothing. I just have a defect child!”
He stayed away from her after that. He refuses to let his mother be upset by his own weirdness. He doesn’t want to push her into hurting him like father does anyways. This is how his life is until he turns eleven and is carted off to Hogwarts. He makes no friends, but he makes no enemies either. He is sorted into Slytherin to appease his parents, and the children leave him alone for the most part. There is one boy with bright red hair who refuses to leave him along most days, his friend tries to stop him, but he just keeps going. Draco thinks he’s trying to get him to fight him, but Draco has never wanted to hurt anyone. He’ll even say his name condescendingly. As if it’ll get a reaction. Sometimes he’ll call him Death-Eater, but normally that’s sparingly. The boy has a red-orange soul. Draco thinks it makes his hair. He knows he’s a Weasley, his father had warned him against trying to hang out with that kind, but with the way the boy acts around him he knows it won’t be a problem.
His companion has a purple aura. His companion is Harry Potter. Harry Potter has a second aura. It glows black. Draco isn’t sure how to feel about it, so he tries to avoid Harry Potter, but with the way the red head actively hunts him down he feels as if it isn’t working. At least it’s faint compared to Professor Quirrell’s second black aura. By the end of his first year Quirrell is gone though, but the scent of death lingers over Potter.
In his second year the Chamber of Secrets opens, but no one is hurt. Draco had found the Basilisk roaming the halls behind the younger Weasley sibling, and kindly asked it to not hurt anyone. The girl had the second black aura as well, which he reported to the teachers because this one was growing, and it was tainting her. He never finds out what happened, but she hugs him the next day.
It’s in his third year, that things get a bit more interesting.