am i dreaming? (OPEN)

[albus potter]

drop dead and die Nothing we do ever seems to matter He was here. Finally he was away from the overarching shadow that was the man named Harry James Potter. Here he was safe to find just who he was as a person. Here he would be able to forget about the troubles of home and could just focus on his ultimate goal... his dream... his desire to be known as Albus Potter and not just as a son of the boy who lived. Of course, being sorted into Slytherin was a step towards that goal. His house alone was a step away from the man that everyone knew him from. He hadn't been at Hogwarts long, yet his adventurous side was kicking in. although he wasn't exactly brave enough to venture too deep into the maze that was Hogwarts. So today he chose to explore the dungeons and that's when he came across a closet with some sort of cry coming from the other side of the door. What was going on? The adolescent quickly checked over his shoulder to make sure there was no one around before he twisted the door knob, the door creaking as he gained access to the broomcloset revealing an extremely small and young dragon. "Hey there little guy... how did you get in here?" Just like shit on a silver platter shines

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[james potter]

James wandered around the castle with a mischievous look on his face. He wasn’t doing anything, but he was still trying to avoid the professors. He didn’t want to be disrupted while he was trying to find the best places to set his pranks up. He had a plan to prank as many first years as possible. He wasn’t trying to be mean, certainly didn’t want to hurt them. It was his way of welcoming them to the castle, giving them a taste of what to expect over the next couple of years. After finding some good spots on the first floor, James ran down the steps. Instead of stopping in the main hall, he went straight down to the dungeons.

The only problem with setting pranks up down there was that Slytherins could come across him doing it and he wouldn’t able to finish. James was still going to try it, though. He wouldn’t let them ruin his fun. As he was walking around, he noticed his brother in front of a closet and grinned as he headed over to him. “Hey, Alby, what are you-” he began, then stopped as he caught sight of the dragon. “How did you get a dragon in here?” James was kind of impressed, but he tried not to show that. “You’re in a lot of trouble, Al.”


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[albus potter]

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His heart  raced as the familiar voice reached his ears. This was just what he needed... their fathers favorite devil witnessing him coming across something rather illegal and believing it was all his doing. The situation that they were in with their fathers was completely different, and he was more likely to be burried in a coffin for something like this than James would be.

"Bugger off James, it's not what you think."

Almost as if the dragon caught a whiff of Albus' mood, it breathed a bit of flames at the two boys, causing Al to jump.

"Honest James, it's not mine... I heard a noise and just found it here..."

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[james potter]

James had to wonder how his brother had found a way to do this. In his time here, he hadn’t even been able to figure it out, not that he’d been trying. Still, it seemed more likely that he’d be able to do it before Albus could, especially since his brother didn’t seem the type to want to get into trouble, at least not so soon. “Yeah, you’re not the type to do this,” he replied, jokingly. “Not cool enough.”

The problem was going to be convincing the headmaster that they had nothing to do with this. James was sure Albus wouldn’t get into trouble for this. The professors at this school knew what he was like. He’d be blamed and he was sure the punishment would be worse than detention. Since he was the one that would be in trouble for it anyway, there was no reason for them to even know that Albus found the dragon. “Al, go back to your common room. They don’t need to know you found it. I’ll deal with it.”



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Gracie had a fundamental dislike of the dungeons, which she suspected stemmed from her love of wide open spaces and broad sunny horizons. The dungeons were more or less the opposite of that- they were narrow, enclosed, stony, grey and miserable, and Gracie detested them. So it would perhaps have been something of a surprise to those who knew her- and there were many of them- to find her wandering those particular corridors when she didn't need to be. 

To be honest, it had come as something of a surprise to Gracie, too. One moment she had been wandering the upper floors, the next she had found herself in the dungeons. And while the brunette wasn't happy about it, she was here now, and she had never been one to deny herself the right to go wherever she wished. The Hufflepuff did appreciate that there were probably a few Slytherins who wouldn't take kindly to her wandering around near their common room though. She understood their point of view- she completely disagreed with it, but she understood it. And consequently when she hexed them, she would make sure not to do it too badly.

Her worries were ill-founded, however; she didn't encounter a soul on her way through the winding corridors, and the silence was beginning to become oppressive when Gracie caught the sound of voices. Curiosity aroused- not that it took much- she followed the sound, which was more difficult than it might sound in the echoing dungeon passages, and presently found herself outside a broom cupboard in which a rather interesting scene seemed to be being enacted- and not the kind of interesting scene which Gracie herself occasionally enacted in similar locations. "Well, well. What have we here?" she queried brightly, her tone showing nothing but a lively interest.

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