Dreamsters
***Everything in this story is the property of J.K.R.'s! HA HA! Except for....the plot, the Dreamsters, and my adored Franky. Don't ask. He climbed out of my ear one day and jumps into various fanfics I guess...but this is the first one I've actually ever written...so THERE!
R&R? I LOVE you all! ^_^
It was a cold morning in Hogsmeade. Ron awoke, stretched, glanced under the covers and grinned. The night had been cold as well. Oh well he thought. He sat up and then checked the watch around his wrist that Hermione had given him for his birthday.
"Noon!" he shouted in surprise and jumped up. This is about the time he finally noticed his surroundings as well. He blinked a few times. "Bloody hell...why am I in the Shrieking Shack?"
"Sleep walking," answered a voice from behind him. He turned around slowly and came face to face with a transparent spider the size of his head; the one with eyes that is.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron squealed and ran to the nearest door. "SPIDER!" Seconds later he was in the deserted halls of Hogwarts. Ron was panting heavily as he ran to the Great Hall. He found Hermione and Harry sitting at one of the tables and hunkered down beside them.
"Well, you're as pale as Nick," Hermione commented as she turned to Ron. "Of course, I'd be too if I'd skipped my morning classes!" Ron blushed in response.
"B-but, I was asleep!" Ron protested. Harry raised a questionable eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"That's no excuse, Mr. Weasley," Snape said. Ron turned around to the potions master. If it were even possible, Ron paled more. "Detention with me, tonight after dinner." Ron nodded his head and the greasy potions master slithered off toward the head master. The moment Snape was out of earshot Ron sighed and then glared.
"Stupid git," he said and grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes, which he then ladled onto the empty plate in front of him.
"You did skip his class, after all," Hermione said as Ron took a large bite from a roll drenched in gravy. He almost choked on it.
"I are ooh anding up or em!" Ron mumbled through his occupied mouth. Hermione sighed in frustration and waved her wand in front of his mouth.
"Swallow!" she demanded and the food jumped down his throat at an amazing speed, beat the record, if there was one...and if there was...it's certainly lost by now.
"Why are you standing up for him?" Ron whined as he whipped his mouth off.
"You skipped class!" Hermione protested.
"That's no excuse to defend him!"
Harry rolled his eyes. The two could find anything to argue about.
"I'm leaving," Hermione growled, grabbing her bag and an apple as she stormed off, most likely heading for the library if not her next class or the grounds.
"Can you believe her?" Ron said and ate the rest of his gravy- drenched roll. Harry didn't respond. Instead his thoughts were else where, or at least he wished they were. He hated it when his two best friends fought. "Arry? Are ooh en istening?" Harry looked up at Ron who had even more food stuffed in his mouth than before.
"Hmm?" Harry said. He glanced down at his watch. "We better head to DADA. The new teacher wouldn't want us to be late." Ron rolled his eyes as he stuffed a few rolls and apples in his pockets.
"Just cause he's a bloody fawn he thinks he rules the world," Ron groaned. "I'll catch up with you, I need my books." Harry nodded his head and walked out with Ron. They split up in the hallway. Harry to DADA and Ron to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry walked into DADA. There was still about fifteen minutes before class started, but Franky, the new teacher, liked to star early sometimes. He was quite unpredictable.
"Potter!"
Harry looked up at the teacher's desk. Actually, it wasn't really a desk anymore. It was simply a big comfy chair with a plaid pattern of the green variety. Franky was pointing at Harry.
"Yes, professor?" Harry asked as he walked up to the teacher, his bag still on his shoulder.
"Where's Weasley?"
"Getting his books, sir," Harry replied.
"When he gets here, tell him Binns is giving him an hour of detention tomorrow morning before breakfast for skipping class," Franky said. Harry nodded his head placidly and walked to the middle of the room where he took a seat by himself. Hermione hadn't shown up yet, but was likely to take a seat with Neville anyway, considering the afternoon's quarrel between her and Ron.
"Weasley! Welcome!" Franky squealed as Ron dashed into the room. Ron raised a questionable eyebrow, saluted the teacher (it was the way Franky liked to be greeted), and then walked back to where Harry was seated.
"You have detention tomorrow morning," Harry said as Ron sat down.
"Since when does Binns give out detentions?" Ron growled and took out a roll to eat from his pocket.
"It's something new he started this year," Harry said. "Supposedly he'd heard a student say how easy he was." Harry shrugged and slouched in his chair, clearly tired. "So, yeah, an hour before breakfast. Have fun." Hermione walked into the classroom with five minutes remaining. She didn't even glance at Harry and Ron but headed straight for the table that Neville sat at, alone. "So where were you?"
Ron was rubbing his temples as he turned to look at Harry.
"I woke up at noon in the Shrieking Shack of all places," Ron said. "A s-spider ghost said I was sleep walking..."
"That's different," Harry said. Ron nodded his head in agreement as he chewed on another roll.
"Weasley! Come here!" Ron walked up to Franky.
"Yes, professor?"
"Give me one of those apples, will ya?"
"Sure." Ron fished out an apple from his pockets and handed it to Franky.
"Thanks, Weasley."
"Welcome." With that Ron went back to his chair and finished his roll as Franky bit into the apple.
"Okay! Welcome to another day of class!" Franky said as he hoped down from the chair onto his hooves. 'Today, we shall discuss Dreamsters!"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Granger?"
"Dreamsters are like poltergeist, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are! Five points to Gryffindor!" Hermione beamed with accomplishment. "Now then. Dreamsters control your dreams AND your body when they can get a nice hold on you. This usually happens when you've been stressed lately and are simply vulnerable. But, they'll only get you under these conditions if they're lurking about thirty feet away from you. Any further, and they can't sense you. They enjoy making their victims sleep walk, talk in their sleep, all sorts of goodies like that! And, the tricky part about them is none of them look alike. Each has its very own shape. For instance, they could be a goat, a floating head, a rat, or even a large spider. But the way you tell them apart from the real creatures is that they are transparent, like ghosts."
Ron's eyes grew a few sizes larger and he blinked. Harry side glanced at his friend. Both were thinking along the same lines.
Had Ron caught himself a Dreamster?
***Everything in this story is the property of J.K.R.'s! HA HA! Except for....the plot, the Dreamsters, and my adored Franky. Don't ask. He climbed out of my ear one day and jumps into various fanfics I guess...but this is the first one I've actually ever written...so THERE!
R&R? I LOVE you all! ^_^
It was a cold morning in Hogsmeade. Ron awoke, stretched, glanced under the covers and grinned. The night had been cold as well. Oh well he thought. He sat up and then checked the watch around his wrist that Hermione had given him for his birthday.
"Noon!" he shouted in surprise and jumped up. This is about the time he finally noticed his surroundings as well. He blinked a few times. "Bloody hell...why am I in the Shrieking Shack?"
"Sleep walking," answered a voice from behind him. He turned around slowly and came face to face with a transparent spider the size of his head; the one with eyes that is.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron squealed and ran to the nearest door. "SPIDER!" Seconds later he was in the deserted halls of Hogwarts. Ron was panting heavily as he ran to the Great Hall. He found Hermione and Harry sitting at one of the tables and hunkered down beside them.
"Well, you're as pale as Nick," Hermione commented as she turned to Ron. "Of course, I'd be too if I'd skipped my morning classes!" Ron blushed in response.
"B-but, I was asleep!" Ron protested. Harry raised a questionable eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"That's no excuse, Mr. Weasley," Snape said. Ron turned around to the potions master. If it were even possible, Ron paled more. "Detention with me, tonight after dinner." Ron nodded his head and the greasy potions master slithered off toward the head master. The moment Snape was out of earshot Ron sighed and then glared.
"Stupid git," he said and grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes, which he then ladled onto the empty plate in front of him.
"You did skip his class, after all," Hermione said as Ron took a large bite from a roll drenched in gravy. He almost choked on it.
"I are ooh anding up or em!" Ron mumbled through his occupied mouth. Hermione sighed in frustration and waved her wand in front of his mouth.
"Swallow!" she demanded and the food jumped down his throat at an amazing speed, beat the record, if there was one...and if there was...it's certainly lost by now.
"Why are you standing up for him?" Ron whined as he whipped his mouth off.
"You skipped class!" Hermione protested.
"That's no excuse to defend him!"
Harry rolled his eyes. The two could find anything to argue about.
"I'm leaving," Hermione growled, grabbing her bag and an apple as she stormed off, most likely heading for the library if not her next class or the grounds.
"Can you believe her?" Ron said and ate the rest of his gravy- drenched roll. Harry didn't respond. Instead his thoughts were else where, or at least he wished they were. He hated it when his two best friends fought. "Arry? Are ooh en istening?" Harry looked up at Ron who had even more food stuffed in his mouth than before.
"Hmm?" Harry said. He glanced down at his watch. "We better head to DADA. The new teacher wouldn't want us to be late." Ron rolled his eyes as he stuffed a few rolls and apples in his pockets.
"Just cause he's a bloody fawn he thinks he rules the world," Ron groaned. "I'll catch up with you, I need my books." Harry nodded his head and walked out with Ron. They split up in the hallway. Harry to DADA and Ron to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry walked into DADA. There was still about fifteen minutes before class started, but Franky, the new teacher, liked to star early sometimes. He was quite unpredictable.
"Potter!"
Harry looked up at the teacher's desk. Actually, it wasn't really a desk anymore. It was simply a big comfy chair with a plaid pattern of the green variety. Franky was pointing at Harry.
"Yes, professor?" Harry asked as he walked up to the teacher, his bag still on his shoulder.
"Where's Weasley?"
"Getting his books, sir," Harry replied.
"When he gets here, tell him Binns is giving him an hour of detention tomorrow morning before breakfast for skipping class," Franky said. Harry nodded his head placidly and walked to the middle of the room where he took a seat by himself. Hermione hadn't shown up yet, but was likely to take a seat with Neville anyway, considering the afternoon's quarrel between her and Ron.
"Weasley! Welcome!" Franky squealed as Ron dashed into the room. Ron raised a questionable eyebrow, saluted the teacher (it was the way Franky liked to be greeted), and then walked back to where Harry was seated.
"You have detention tomorrow morning," Harry said as Ron sat down.
"Since when does Binns give out detentions?" Ron growled and took out a roll to eat from his pocket.
"It's something new he started this year," Harry said. "Supposedly he'd heard a student say how easy he was." Harry shrugged and slouched in his chair, clearly tired. "So, yeah, an hour before breakfast. Have fun." Hermione walked into the classroom with five minutes remaining. She didn't even glance at Harry and Ron but headed straight for the table that Neville sat at, alone. "So where were you?"
Ron was rubbing his temples as he turned to look at Harry.
"I woke up at noon in the Shrieking Shack of all places," Ron said. "A s-spider ghost said I was sleep walking..."
"That's different," Harry said. Ron nodded his head in agreement as he chewed on another roll.
"Weasley! Come here!" Ron walked up to Franky.
"Yes, professor?"
"Give me one of those apples, will ya?"
"Sure." Ron fished out an apple from his pockets and handed it to Franky.
"Thanks, Weasley."
"Welcome." With that Ron went back to his chair and finished his roll as Franky bit into the apple.
"Okay! Welcome to another day of class!" Franky said as he hoped down from the chair onto his hooves. 'Today, we shall discuss Dreamsters!"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Granger?"
"Dreamsters are like poltergeist, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are! Five points to Gryffindor!" Hermione beamed with accomplishment. "Now then. Dreamsters control your dreams AND your body when they can get a nice hold on you. This usually happens when you've been stressed lately and are simply vulnerable. But, they'll only get you under these conditions if they're lurking about thirty feet away from you. Any further, and they can't sense you. They enjoy making their victims sleep walk, talk in their sleep, all sorts of goodies like that! And, the tricky part about them is none of them look alike. Each has its very own shape. For instance, they could be a goat, a floating head, a rat, or even a large spider. But the way you tell them apart from the real creatures is that they are transparent, like ghosts."
Ron's eyes grew a few sizes larger and he blinked. Harry side glanced at his friend. Both were thinking along the same lines.
Had Ron caught himself a Dreamster?