First Awakening
T.A 3001
Draco dreamed.
He dreamt of his mother, her smiles and caring touches, and his father, his stern but soothing voice and eyes filled with pride. He dreamt of times when they would have Sunday dinner together, going abroad for vacations, and happier times before V- before the dark lord came back.
Then it was all downhill from there. The dark lord forced his way into his dreams and twisted it into a nightmare. His dreams became filled with darkness and the echoing of the dark lord's voice, shaming his father for his failure, asking for him, telling him to kill Dumbledore to atone for his father's failure, threatening him with the consequences of failing, burning the dark mark into his forearm.
Then he was looking into the Headmaster's twinkling eyes, his hand shaking, not having the guts to utter the killing curse, his hand slowly lowering, and then his god-father was beside him with his own wand up and a green flash then the headmaster was falling, he was running, his thundering heart in his ear, then it faded to his parents, blocking him from the dark lord and his followers, then his father was on the ground screaming, his mother pulling him bodily away from his father, then the fight broke out, there was light everywhere, his mother had shielded him, she blocked him from a killing curse, and with her last breath, she told him to run, then he was running again, painful curses hitting him left and right, narrowly avoiding a killing curse, then he was falling, falling, falling…..
Draco's eyes snapped open to bright light and a hoarse scream in his ears. It was his own.
He clenched his teeth shut, dug his nails into his palms and squeezed his eyes shut.
A few moments later he felt a calm wave wash over his mind and someone was touching him, he flinched back from it, a wave of dizziness came then went when the touch came back, this time he stayed still. He slowly opened his eyes again, letting them adjust to the brightness.
Draco saw a figure before him, a person, probably a healer. Was he in the hospital? Why would he be in a hospital? He fell, he should have died, he should be a mess of flesh and blood at the bottom of whatever was under the bridge, he shouldn't have been able to open his eyes and see light, what was happening? Was this the underworld that so many people cursed the death eaters to? It shouldn't be, he was sure the underworld didn't treat injuries. He surely could not be in heaven, he had done nothing in his life to ever deserve that. No, never heaven.
Then a voice was talking, a gentle, deep voice, it must be the figure. As his eyes slowly focused, he saw the man that was standing before him. He had long dark hair, grey eyes that looked like the night sky, and thin lips posed at a frown.
Draco tried to sit up, only to drop back down at the shock that went through his right arm and shot up his chest, a curse escaped his lips. Hands were immediately at his shoulders, gently pushing him back down and the voice was back again.
"Do not try to get up, you have suffered many injuries and have not healed fully." Draco nodded and settled his head back against the pillow.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but his throat closed up, protesting against being used while dry. The man brought a metal goblet to his lips and lifted his head slightly so he could drink.
When he was done, he settled his head back, "What happened?"
The man's eyebrows rose in amusement, "I was hoping you could tell me that."
Draco took a closer look at the man, he was wearing robes, different from wizard robes, it was brown and the texture looked rough, since when did healers wear these type of robes?
"Where am I?" He tried again.
The man's eyes eased as he answered, "You are in the elven realm of Imladris, The Last Homely House East of the Sea, also known as Rivendell."
Draco's eyes widened, "Elves?" His eyes darted to the man- elf's ears, indeed pointed, but he wasn't short or hideous or wearing a pillow case, what was going on?
"Yes, elves. From which lands do you hail?"
Draco stared at the elf, running his mind over the elf's last answer, Imladris, Rivendell, he had never heard of such a place before, he was well read in anything and everything he could get his hands on, his father wanted nothing but the best of his grades, he had never come across that which the elf had just mentioned. And since when were elves so beautiful and graceful?
"Where- Where is England in relation to this place?" Maybe he had forgotten a small country in Europe, or maybe Asia.
The elf's eyebrows scrunched up again, "I have never heard of a settlement of Man named such."
Draco's head was spinning again, where was he?
"What country is this? Is it anywhere near Europe at all?" Draco pleaded desperately, how was this possible?
The elf shook his head, "We are in Imladris, of Middle-Earth. The only other land would be Valinor, The Undying Lands, but I doubt you would hail from there."
Draco stared at the elf, what happened when he fell? Did he fall off the face of the Earth and went into another dimension? Did he fall onto a portkey that led him into another world? Had someone cursed him into another space and time? He felt tears well up under his eyes, since when did he cry over such small matters?
But this was no small matter, he was in another world, with no knowledge of how he got there and no one he knew near him, this was no small matter at all.
"I suggest you rest a while more, we shall have time for question and answers when you wake."
Draco could only nod numbly at the elf, then he let the darkness take him again.
Elrond was confused, and he did not like to be confused. The boy had woken up screaming and crying. He didn't know where he was, what was happening, he had not even known of elves! He had looked to be on the verge of tears when Elrond had told him he was in Middle-Earth, so he had suggested the boy rest some more and they could figure things out when he next woke.
Elrond shook his head, he would get to the bottom of this after the boy wakes up again.