 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash frowned. She could hear the professor talking. Think positive, huh? She could control her dreams- just not in a good way.
Still, she tried.
She changed something.
Theodore disappeared, replaced with her half-brother. Presumably they had exchanged places during the drowning thing.
No. Sorry, Theodore. Brandon had always been her priority- and she was not going to watch bad stuff happen to him. She tried to switch the two boys back, so that Brandon would have the easy death instead.
Haha. No such luck for Ash today. Instead, she was falling with both of them. Until she got impaled on a spire. Did Hogwarts even have a spire? It didn't matter, it looked cool, and it felt painful (and it sounded like fingernails tapping on a desk, for some weird reason). Ash could feel pain that wasn't there sometimes. Ash sorta knew what being impaled was like, so the pain was visualized. She wasn't dead though. Neither were Brandon or Theodore. They had been lucky, and had fallen onto a bridge. Surrounded by pureblood supremacists, of course. Theodore surrounded Brandon protectively. Ash loved him for it- but also hated it a lot. Onto the next part of the dream.
Thanks, divination professor. You should know better than to play with dreams. My dreams are too powerful for this simple kind of interference. Powerful and kinda sadistic. They didn't really like being messed with. The only way to end them was to let them run their course, use powerful potions, or insert something into a dream scary enough to make Ash hit a safety switch and overpower the dream. |