Title: Dream Seeker
Author: Abby
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter just to be safe, however it may fluctuate)
Ship: H/Hr
Summary: Hermione and Harry somehow ::cough:: Dobby ::cough:: get locked
into the room they had last year as their DA meeting spot and discover what
happens when fire and oil get mixed together alone.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns all these character I don't (
Spoilers: SoS, CoS, PoA, OotP(however some things might be different than
in the OotP)
"Harry NOOOOOOOOO," Hermione screamed into the darkness as she saw Lord Voldemort kill Harry on the spot. She saw Harry fall to the ground, his body shaking with tremors. Tears were pooling in her eyes as she repeated those two words over and over. Sobbing she shook his lifeless body. She knew it was over, he knew it was over, Voldemort knew it was over. He gave a loud cackle and vanished.
Hermione was rocking him back and forth in her arms, her tears drenching both Harry and herself. Moaning she fell beside him. She no longer felt the need to live. She grabbed Harry's now cold hand, and laid on her back with her eyes closed. She licked her lips that now tasted salty from the tears. As a sense of calm dread came over her she opened her eyes, only to find Voldemort looming over her.
His wand was raised and he shouted out a curse before she could get her wand out. She let out a piercing scream as she experienced what felt like nails biting into her skin. Her whole body was shaking violently as the curse did it's magic. Voldemort's laughs could be heard as he was leaving into the silent night.
Her eyes jerked open. The faint calling of her name had awoken her. She sat up with a startled expression. She noticed Crookshanks had pounced on her. Obviously he had been the reason the pain in the dream had seemed so real. Lavender was shaking her trying to get her awake.
"Hermione you're scaring me. What happened?" she asked nervously. "First you were calling out Harry's name and screaming, and you were sounding so scared."
The other girls in the dormitory had heard Hermione as well and had come over to investigate.
"It was nothing, just a bad dream," she stammered knowing they wouldn't fully believe her.
"Hermione, sweetie, when are you ever going to admit that you are falling for Harry," Lavender implied, as Hermione shook her head vigorously. "You have been having these dreams every since the beginning of our sixth year, and all you do is scream out Harry's name!"
"For the last time, I do NOT like Harry more than a friend!" she argued with the same stubbornness she was told her mother had.
The others sadly shook there head and walked out of the room, leaving Hermione to once again ponder the nightmare. They were right about one thing, she had been having these dreams on and off almost every night since they all arrived at Hogwarts for their sixth year. What they didn't know is that she had been having them all summer as well. Sadly she shook her head.
"I have not fallen for Harry!" she muttered as she began to get dressed.
On her way down to the common room she passed Ron heading out the door with his broomstick in tow.
"Where are you going?"
"We have quidditch practice this early in the morning! I swear Angelina is going to drive us insane!" Ron began mimicking Angelina's wording on the importance of practices, especially for him, and huffed out the door.
She glanced around the room, and saw Harry sitting near the fire sulking. She walked over to him ignoring the giggles of the other girls, and sat by him on the cough.
"When is Professor Dumbledore going to straighten out the mess Umbridge made for you?" she asked softly, not knowing the mood he was in.
"Soon is all he ever says. Well it has been almost half a year, and I haven't touched a broomstick! Do you know how that feels?!" he said almost yelling, as people began to stare in their direction. "Sorry I yelled 'Mione, it is just driving me insane. My hands are twitching for goodness sake!"
Hermione laughed gently at that comment, ignoring how just talking to him sent her heart beating abnormally. "Well I was going to go down to breakfast want to come with me?"
"Sure, let's go. Maybe we can take it outside and eat, it's a great day." He replied. She sighed in relief that he didn't say no.
As they were walking, hands swinging at their sides, gently touching, Draco Malfoy whizzed past them, pushing Hermione in the process. "Watch it mudblood, and try not to get in the way next time."
She had almost fallen, but Harry had prevented her fall by latching on to her around her waist. Her arms were crushed between her and Harry's chest. He smelled faintly of aftershave and… chocolate? All her senses had been put on overdrive as she heard Harry tell Malfoy to sod off.
He looked down at her and smirked a bit.
"Malfoy, the pratt, he will never learn not to mess with my friends will he?" He still had not taken his hands from her waist.
Looking into his eyes she could tell he wanted to do something, whether that was to get away from her or kiss her she wasn't going to find out. She quickly straightened up and moved away. She thought she might have saw disappointment in his eyes, but was quickly masked by uneasiness.
"Shall we?" he asked motioning the Great Hall.
Before they could continue on their way they heard a faint whisper.
"Did you hear that?" Harry asked looking nervously over to Hermione, probably thinking it could be another voice only Harry could hear, as had happened in their second year at Hogwarts.
"Yeah, I did," she said quizzically.
They heard it again and began inching toward the way the voice had come from. Once they got closer they heard the small squeaks of a meager house elf, that neither of them had seen before.
Harry had to lean closer to hear what the elf had to say.
"Dobby, sir, Dobby wishes to speak with you."
"Why didn't he come get me himself?" Harry probed.
"Oh, no, sir!" the little elf gasped, "The infamous Dobby would NEVER come for thee himself. No No No." "Dobby is king of all house elves, the ruler of us all. We do what Dobby says."
Hermione looked on disapprovingly. "And where might we meet with [I]king[/I] Dobby?"
"This way, miss." The elf curtsied.
Hermione glared at Harry as he began to chuckle slightly, and he immediately closed his mouth, looking sheepish.
They followed the young elf to the kitchens, and when they opened the door they saw about ten house elves bustling around doing the kitchen work, and the rest were crowded around a short, heavily clothed figure, who they presumed to be Dobby. He was sitting in the most comfortable chair in the room, feet outstretched, and being fanned. An elf which looked to be the youngest was standing in front of him doing tricks, that he had obviously not been perfected, while Dobby grunted and told him to do better. He was being fed grapes one by one, and had a goblet of pumpkin juice on a silver platter next to him.
"Oh, my," she muttered.
"Ah, yes, there is Harry Potter sir! Please! Come sit!" Dobby motioned with his hands for them to sit. "I'm going to get straight to the point. Who are thy taking to the ball Harry Potter?"
"Your point of having us here is to ask who I am taking to the dance?" a bewildered Harry replied.
"Yes, indeed. It would seem to me that you already have your eye on someone correct?"
At that comment Harry blushed, confusing Hermione. She inwardly groaned. Surely not Cho, for goodness sakes, no scratch that for MY sake, please don't let it be Cho.
Dobby, seeming to sense Hermione's resigns decided to pipe in, "She is in Gryffindore, am I right?"
"I-I was considering it, but Dobby I swear If you say one more word…" Harry muttered quietly into Dobby's ear, which was thankfully, unnoticed by Hermione.
Dobby seemed to get the point and agreed. "That will be all I need you for then. Thank you for stopping by. My escort with be with you to guide you back to your common room."
"But Dobby we were going to go eat break…" Harry was cut off.
"No buts! Dobby has made sure of your safe journey back to your common room."
Baffled, they followed the younger elf from before up to their common room.
"This way sir! 'Tis a shortcut!"
They found themselves being led up a staircase, that wasn't unfamiliar to them, but right as they were about to go back down to safety the staircase began to move. They grasped tightly to the sides, and Harry with one hand on Hermione's waste the other on the railing, trapping her from falling.
When the staircase stopped they saw the door to the room they had used for the DA meetings last year.
"Want to check it out again? As I remember it had a lot of books!" Harry coaxed her, when she looked cautiously to the door.
"Alright" she said, as that was the only word she could form as her brain was jumbled because of where his hand still lay.
The walked into the room and Hermione quickly found a book she hadn't read before and sat down. Harry on the other hand walked around observing all the posters on the wall they still hadn't taken down from last year's DA meetings.
Their heads both shot up when they heard the faint click of a lock on the door. They remembered the thing Dobby had said last year about how once you got in you couldn't get out. They were definitely locked in.
Question was how long would they stay in there before someone thought to look all the way in here?
"Harry NOOOOOOOOO," Hermione screamed into the darkness as she saw Lord Voldemort kill Harry on the spot. She saw Harry fall to the ground, his body shaking with tremors. Tears were pooling in her eyes as she repeated those two words over and over. Sobbing she shook his lifeless body. She knew it was over, he knew it was over, Voldemort knew it was over. He gave a loud cackle and vanished.
Hermione was rocking him back and forth in her arms, her tears drenching both Harry and herself. Moaning she fell beside him. She no longer felt the need to live. She grabbed Harry's now cold hand, and laid on her back with her eyes closed. She licked her lips that now tasted salty from the tears. As a sense of calm dread came over her she opened her eyes, only to find Voldemort looming over her.
His wand was raised and he shouted out a curse before she could get her wand out. She let out a piercing scream as she experienced what felt like nails biting into her skin. Her whole body was shaking violently as the curse did it's magic. Voldemort's laughs could be heard as he was leaving into the silent night.
Her eyes jerked open. The faint calling of her name had awoken her. She sat up with a startled expression. She noticed Crookshanks had pounced on her. Obviously he had been the reason the pain in the dream had seemed so real. Lavender was shaking her trying to get her awake.
"Hermione you're scaring me. What happened?" she asked nervously. "First you were calling out Harry's name and screaming, and you were sounding so scared."
The other girls in the dormitory had heard Hermione as well and had come over to investigate.
"It was nothing, just a bad dream," she stammered knowing they wouldn't fully believe her.
"Hermione, sweetie, when are you ever going to admit that you are falling for Harry," Lavender implied, as Hermione shook her head vigorously. "You have been having these dreams every since the beginning of our sixth year, and all you do is scream out Harry's name!"
"For the last time, I do NOT like Harry more than a friend!" she argued with the same stubbornness she was told her mother had.
The others sadly shook there head and walked out of the room, leaving Hermione to once again ponder the nightmare. They were right about one thing, she had been having these dreams on and off almost every night since they all arrived at Hogwarts for their sixth year. What they didn't know is that she had been having them all summer as well. Sadly she shook her head.
"I have not fallen for Harry!" she muttered as she began to get dressed.
On her way down to the common room she passed Ron heading out the door with his broomstick in tow.
"Where are you going?"
"We have quidditch practice this early in the morning! I swear Angelina is going to drive us insane!" Ron began mimicking Angelina's wording on the importance of practices, especially for him, and huffed out the door.
She glanced around the room, and saw Harry sitting near the fire sulking. She walked over to him ignoring the giggles of the other girls, and sat by him on the cough.
"When is Professor Dumbledore going to straighten out the mess Umbridge made for you?" she asked softly, not knowing the mood he was in.
"Soon is all he ever says. Well it has been almost half a year, and I haven't touched a broomstick! Do you know how that feels?!" he said almost yelling, as people began to stare in their direction. "Sorry I yelled 'Mione, it is just driving me insane. My hands are twitching for goodness sake!"
Hermione laughed gently at that comment, ignoring how just talking to him sent her heart beating abnormally. "Well I was going to go down to breakfast want to come with me?"
"Sure, let's go. Maybe we can take it outside and eat, it's a great day." He replied. She sighed in relief that he didn't say no.
As they were walking, hands swinging at their sides, gently touching, Draco Malfoy whizzed past them, pushing Hermione in the process. "Watch it mudblood, and try not to get in the way next time."
She had almost fallen, but Harry had prevented her fall by latching on to her around her waist. Her arms were crushed between her and Harry's chest. He smelled faintly of aftershave and… chocolate? All her senses had been put on overdrive as she heard Harry tell Malfoy to sod off.
He looked down at her and smirked a bit.
"Malfoy, the pratt, he will never learn not to mess with my friends will he?" He still had not taken his hands from her waist.
Looking into his eyes she could tell he wanted to do something, whether that was to get away from her or kiss her she wasn't going to find out. She quickly straightened up and moved away. She thought she might have saw disappointment in his eyes, but was quickly masked by uneasiness.
"Shall we?" he asked motioning the Great Hall.
Before they could continue on their way they heard a faint whisper.
"Did you hear that?" Harry asked looking nervously over to Hermione, probably thinking it could be another voice only Harry could hear, as had happened in their second year at Hogwarts.
"Yeah, I did," she said quizzically.
They heard it again and began inching toward the way the voice had come from. Once they got closer they heard the small squeaks of a meager house elf, that neither of them had seen before.
Harry had to lean closer to hear what the elf had to say.
"Dobby, sir, Dobby wishes to speak with you."
"Why didn't he come get me himself?" Harry probed.
"Oh, no, sir!" the little elf gasped, "The infamous Dobby would NEVER come for thee himself. No No No." "Dobby is king of all house elves, the ruler of us all. We do what Dobby says."
Hermione looked on disapprovingly. "And where might we meet with [I]king[/I] Dobby?"
"This way, miss." The elf curtsied.
Hermione glared at Harry as he began to chuckle slightly, and he immediately closed his mouth, looking sheepish.
They followed the young elf to the kitchens, and when they opened the door they saw about ten house elves bustling around doing the kitchen work, and the rest were crowded around a short, heavily clothed figure, who they presumed to be Dobby. He was sitting in the most comfortable chair in the room, feet outstretched, and being fanned. An elf which looked to be the youngest was standing in front of him doing tricks, that he had obviously not been perfected, while Dobby grunted and told him to do better. He was being fed grapes one by one, and had a goblet of pumpkin juice on a silver platter next to him.
"Oh, my," she muttered.
"Ah, yes, there is Harry Potter sir! Please! Come sit!" Dobby motioned with his hands for them to sit. "I'm going to get straight to the point. Who are thy taking to the ball Harry Potter?"
"Your point of having us here is to ask who I am taking to the dance?" a bewildered Harry replied.
"Yes, indeed. It would seem to me that you already have your eye on someone correct?"
At that comment Harry blushed, confusing Hermione. She inwardly groaned. Surely not Cho, for goodness sakes, no scratch that for MY sake, please don't let it be Cho.
Dobby, seeming to sense Hermione's resigns decided to pipe in, "She is in Gryffindore, am I right?"
"I-I was considering it, but Dobby I swear If you say one more word…" Harry muttered quietly into Dobby's ear, which was thankfully, unnoticed by Hermione.
Dobby seemed to get the point and agreed. "That will be all I need you for then. Thank you for stopping by. My escort with be with you to guide you back to your common room."
"But Dobby we were going to go eat break…" Harry was cut off.
"No buts! Dobby has made sure of your safe journey back to your common room."
Baffled, they followed the younger elf from before up to their common room.
"This way sir! 'Tis a shortcut!"
They found themselves being led up a staircase, that wasn't unfamiliar to them, but right as they were about to go back down to safety the staircase began to move. They grasped tightly to the sides, and Harry with one hand on Hermione's waste the other on the railing, trapping her from falling.
When the staircase stopped they saw the door to the room they had used for the DA meetings last year.
"Want to check it out again? As I remember it had a lot of books!" Harry coaxed her, when she looked cautiously to the door.
"Alright" she said, as that was the only word she could form as her brain was jumbled because of where his hand still lay.
The walked into the room and Hermione quickly found a book she hadn't read before and sat down. Harry on the other hand walked around observing all the posters on the wall they still hadn't taken down from last year's DA meetings.
Their heads both shot up when they heard the faint click of a lock on the door. They remembered the thing Dobby had said last year about how once you got in you couldn't get out. They were definitely locked in.
Question was how long would they stay in there before someone thought to look all the way in here?