Hazel and Harry sat on a vast plane covered in what looked like lilac cotton candy. The air was sweet with the smell of apple and pineapple and the sky was clear an a light tranquil blue.
Hazel had been listening to Harry talk about a troll that entered into Hogwarts and that, to save a young girl, he and Ronald Weasley had to fight it: in a girl's restroom of all places.
She looked at her brother in shock, worry, and incredulity. Would this be his life? Constant odd or even bad luck? Hazel had an innate skill for divination but she preferred traveler magic.
She wanted to travel the dimensions and see all that her dad told her about. She wanted to know about magics never seen in the most widely explored six realms and she want to meet beings never seen before.
Divination scared her. Maybe it was because of what happened to her as a child and the prophecy that led to it or because of how badly fate had treated her brother. She really didn't know. Either way divination was so innate to her visions and explanations came unbidden.
Now she was feeling that her brother was in danger and that the troll was no accident.
Harry laughed. "You're being paranoid. Everyone says that it just slipped passed the defenses."
Hazel rolled her eyes. "You have the worst luck ever Harry, trust me, coincidence is not a thing in your life. There will be a reason behind everything."
Harry looked down. She had known he wanted to ask her something but she didn't want him to so she didn't say anything and allowed him to fret over it.
"Fine. Tell your friends the next time I pull you into the dreamscape they can come see it as well. And no you all do not need to be in the same room for it to work. You have talked to me about Ron and Hermione enough to where I could find them anywhere."
Harry looked at her blankly and she just smirked. One day he would fully understand the truth of divination when it was innate or brought through by a skilled diviner.
She stood and the cotton candy like ground cover swayed a bit.
"Someone is about to wake you up. We will talk soon."
Harry got up and they hugged. It had become a custom for them to embrace when they first saw each other and when the visit was complete.
Harry left but she didn't. Hazel was probably one of the most powerful dream-walkers in the six explored dimensions. She attributed this to her innate divination skills and to the fact that she had visiting Harry then pulling him into the dreamscape for years.
She focused on this professor Quirrell that Harry spoke of. He had caused a shiver to run down her spine. She knew that he was either dangerous for Harry or he had something to do with a danger to Harry.
She walked to a certain point, when she felt she had a good lock on the fate of this professor, and she initiated a spell that she had created on her own. It combined, divination-fate magic with traveler magic and could open a door to a person's dreams, soul, or personal truth.
She had a great understanding and control over dreams so this would be the easiest and safest for her to use on a person that she did not know. When the door formed she frowned. It was knotted and had small stagnate pools of traveler magic on it that told her the person was both extremely powerful and hiding something deeply within their being.
She hesitated. Should she just tell her mother about this fellow? Would she believe her? Her mom was still a bit frazzled about Harry entering school. Every time they spoke she asked if she had told him yet.
She was talking about informing Harry that Hazel had grown up with her. Her mom told her she could tell him whenever she was ready but Hazel didn't have the heart. For one he Harry would still have to live with their wretched aunt and uncle and she could tell how riddled with guilt her mom was. She would be hurting both of them with the information.
For now Harry only knew she had been accepted to her school when she was three. She had promised to explain her home life to him as soon as she had the courage.
She made a decision, grasped the doorknob, and entered Professor Quirinus Quirrell's dream. Professor Quirrell's dreamscape was even more bizarre than she had imagined it would be. She looked around in fascination. She had not planned on entering Quirrell's full dream. She felt he might have already been awake or just about to wake up so it would've been moot.
The dreamscape was the place between a person's lucid dream state and their consciousness, and subconscious. This was were daydreaming and theorizing occurred.
And Professor Quirrell's dreamscape was both fascinating and terrifying. It was like black liquid flowing in a myriad of directions. The truth of it swept over her so quickly that her sense of discernment was completely rendered useless. Within the dreamscape there are gales of truth, lie, fantasy, and wants and desires. They role over the created plane in varying velocities of wind.
Professor Quirrell's truth was a gale force wind while the rest were either gentle breezes or a little stronger. This told Hazel that he was not one hundred percent aligned with his lie and his truth wanted to be heard.
But this confused her. For his truth to be so strong and his lie a mere gentle breeze his truth should have a voice or manifestation. Unless… unless the lie dealt with a power vaster than Professor Quirrell's.
She was suddenly alert as she sensed snakes all around her and the name Slytherin continually flashed in her mind. She saw a giant snake come for her out of the gentle breeze of lie.
But this was a premonition and she left the dreamscape before it formed. Her eyes popped wide open. She was lying in her bed, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.
Rosa sat up and looked at her. "What just happened to you. Your fate just changed and I don't like the change. We need to go talk to Professor Sing."
Her mind worked overtime. She was now sure Harry was in danger. Slytherin was a Hogwarts house. Didn't Harry say it had something to do with snakes? She needed to calm down so she could think properly.
Did Rosa say her fate changed? Hazel's nose twitched. This was a power person and she just put herself on their radar.
Maybe she did need to tell her mom.
Hazel sat in thought. Hermione was exploring, Ron looked quite nervous, and Harry was looking at her in concern. He had already asked if she was okay and she assured him that she was.
He had not known that Hermione would want to come here so quickly. He thought that maybe she was tired or annoyed.
Harry sighed and looked around. "Where is the cotton candy?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to him.
"Cotton candy?" Hermione and Ron spoke as one.
Harry nodded. "It is usually floating right above the ground either soft pink or lilac."
Hermione looked to the ground lush with green grass. "I would have loved to see that." She looked to Hazel as if asking for an explanation.
She shrugged. "This is Harry's dreamscape. Mine is too chaotic right now."
Hermione looked around with renewed curiosity. "So they are different from person to person?
"Yes. It is because no individual is the same. We do not have the same thoughts or perceptions so a subconscious and consciousness manifest in ways unique to the individual." Hermione nodded, taking it all in.
"And why is yours chaotic now."
Hazel looked to Harry and sighed. "Because when you left yesterday I stayed and visited the dreamscape of your Professor Quirrell. Now that I am sure he is dangerous I am debating whether to tell my mom or not."
"Your mom?!" Ron looked to Harry.
"Hazel was adopted."
"Adopted?" Confusion laced Hermione's voice and Hazel knew what this girl was thinking. She sighed and looked at Harry.
"I guess we have to have this talk now."
He nodded. "I am going to be upset aren't I."
She nodded and looked about his dreamscape, analyzing it.
"I can control your dreamscape and you are not very powerful yet so your chaos won't really hurt anyone."
"Let me start by saying that my mom didn't send you to aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon and she is very guilty about not taking you in too. The problem is she told me I can not tell you why you need to live there. I will say it has to do with a prophecy but it would be better if you didn't know about that either."
"Hazel you're babbling. I promise I won't be mad at you. You were a baby just like me."
"My adopted parents are Montague and Minerva McGonagall."