Beneath the Façade
Scent of Lavender
Harry Potter was again lying in a bed in the hospital wing. Earlier, during a Quidditch match, Draco Malfoy had just successfully tackled him to fall 800 meters from the air to the ground, just after he caught the snitch and Gryffindor won.
With his condition, no wonder the Slytherins were throwing a party; they may have lost the battle, but Gryffindor had lost the war.
The Lion Team was supposed to battle the Ravenclaws, but judging from the Golden Boy's condition, Gryffindor would surely lose.
Worse than the condition Harry was by now sponsoring to himself, he was also currently inside a dream Voldemort had planted inside his head.
He was in the middle of the battlefield surrounded by dead loved ones, wand in hand and Voldemort laughing like a maniac. But suddenly, a Tran quelling melody filled the air and Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened.
Harry was feeling his wounds close up as if his energy was being restored. And as Voldemort's image blurred, Harry was awakened from his dream.
All he saw was the blurred image of someone in a black cloak with the Slytherin insignia in it and the smell of lavender filling the air he breathed.
He was soon lulled to sleep by another wave of melody and heard a muffled 'pop'.
Harry Potter fell into a deep calm sleep despite the fact that someone had just apparated inside Hogwarts, which was not a very comforting thought as the entire wizarding world was in the middle of the war.
At that same time, Pansy Parkinson landed with a 'thud' in her bed as she apparated into the Slytherin Girl's Dormitory in silence.
"What the hell am I doing..?" Pansy asked no one in particular.