Stuck in Dreamland

Chapter One

"My plan is working perfectly. Now on to the next step. Wormtail check on the potion, we may need it sometime later. Now what to do next. Yes, that's it, I need to, Paula, come forward. Our new member."

Out stepped a dark-skinned lady in a dark cloak from head to toe from out of the shadows. "Yes, Dark Lord."

"I need you to find that girl Hermione Granger. She just arrived here, and I want you to treason with her, become aquaintances. Make sure she never wakes up, again." Then he laughed an evil laugh.

"Yes sir."

"I shall hope Harry and his sidekick forget that Granger girl momentarily. You did put that potion into their cups, did you?"

Wormtail nodded, but he only had done it to the orange-haired kid. After all, Harry had saved his life. And still he nodded, telling the half truth, which Voldermort didn't notice then.

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The last thing I remember is taking that fall and escaping. Now I'm somewhere else and then I realize I'm not awake. All around me I can see fields of lovely flowers shimmering like tiny diamonds. Sighing, I pluck one, and hold it dearly. It's so beautiful. And then I wonder where am I. I decide to call this Dreamland, since this is my dream, isn't it?

I hear something behind me. It's a soft sound, so soft you can hardly hear it. But I don't turn around to look at my company. Instead I wait, as that person comes closer, and then a tap on a shoulder and a "who are you" in a rich voice, I then turn around. It's then I come face to face with this handsome boy. He's perhaps a few inches taller with golden colored hair. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, as though I could stare into them forever.

I clear my throat and smile. "My name's Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you," I say. I reach out to shake his hand and as we shake he says," My's name Craig Hewett. It is also a pleasure to meet you, Hermione."

Then he goes and asks me. "What has brought you here?"

"Well, I fell down a stone stairway."

"Ouch," he says," that must of hurt."

"Yeah, I guess. I didn't really feel much though. I think I fell unconscious pretty quickly."

"Oh well."

"What did you do?"

He blushes and says," I kind of...well. I have cancer."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I know. Sucks, right."

"Definitely. So, how do you like it here?"

"It's great," I answer," it's so much better than where I was before."

"You could say that again. I've been here a lot. Mostly just visiting and stuff, but I can't really remember any of my visits though. But if you're new and all you have to get-"

"Could I ask you something?" I interrupted.

"Sure."

"Where am I?"

"I don't know," he says slowly with a frown on his face. "I like to think of it, as my safe place. Somewhere where all my worries can disappear. But also as Bluesville."

"So, how do we get out of here?" It's then I notice I'm wearing different clothes like he's wearing and different socks.

"We wake up."

"Oh. Wait, you say you've been here occasionally?"

"Yeah."

"How come you said you don't remember your visits?" I know I'm asking too much questions, but I'm also very curious.

Craig looks at me seriously and answers. "I'm not certain, but I think that every time before you wake up, something, I'm not sure if it's good or bad, but it seems to have obliviate your times here. But I've been here long enough though, to kind of see what's going on. Like every time I've been here, at least I think I've been here, I remember some things. Not big things, but things that hardly make a difference. There's other people here of course. All kinds, there's babies, toddlers, teenagers, you name it, they're all here. So long I've been here for some days now, and I've noticed this young kid named Tyler. He was here, and then he seemed to have woken up, and then he came back again, and doesn't remember the heck I am, saying things like who the hell are you? I tell everybody I've met since I found out not long ago, and they believe I'm crazy! Am I crazy Hermione? Am I?"

Craig looked at me with eyes as big as well, big as dinner plates. God, maybe this place isn't all it's cracked up to be.

"No Craig, you're not crazy and neither am I-"

"But you do believe me Hermione, right?"

"Honestly, I dunno. Could we just go somewhere?"

"Sure." Craig looked better now. Less, how do I say it, uh delirious. Yeah that's it, delirious.

"So which way do we go? It's all fields as I can see."

"Oh, yeah. You're new. Well, take these flowers here, I think they're called, Diapetals. They grow everywhere. See, you pick a specific petal off of them and then you're immediately transferred there. See, orange for Orangesville, yellow for Yellowsville, green for Greensville and so on. Now there are only five places that you can go to, but you can't walk there. If you just keep walking, you'll just end up in the same place. I've done that several times. Oh and this place is called Bluesville."

"Okay. So um, I was wondering. How long have you been here?"

"I think about four days now. Why?"

"Uh, nothing. Just curious."

"So what shall it be, have any certain color you like?"

"Yeah. Let's go to Yellowsville."

"Fine with me. And by the way, when you transport you are taken to this humongous room. Ready now?"

"Yeah. So I pick my own petal and you with yours?"

"Uh-huh."

"See ya in Yellowsville." I took the flower I held and pulled out the yellow petal. It was warm and silky. Immediately I was transported into that big room Craig had said. And he was right. It was so big.