Who: Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore Where: Dreamland's train station When: Night of Tuesday, June 28th What: They've done this before... Rating/Status: Low / in progress
Harry was standing in a vast room with a domed ceiling. He didn't know where he was, but that wasn't really a source of concern. Neither was the thin, heavy mist that seemed to emanate from the floor and stick to it like a cloud carpet. He was wearing midnight blue robes that were far too big for him. But they were comfortable, and he knew he would grow into them, with time. He walked a short distance, unperturbed by much of anything around him, until he came upon a young man with bright red hair. A pathetic wounded creature cried, abandoned in the mist, but Harry ignored it. It wasn't his problem anymore.