Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic. I have been reading it forever,
and finally got inspired to write one myself. I hope its original,
although it may start out as boring, it will be action packed (at least I
hope so) Thanks for still reading now. These first chapters have been
edited to be correct with OotP details. So if you haven't finished the
book. don't read this fic.
Disclaimer: JKR is a goddess and it is through her genius that I have come to borrow such wonderful characters. Don't worry I will return them, without making any sort of profit.
And on with the show..
Darkness in the Night
Prologue: Hope for the Hopeless
Harry Potter lay down in his bed. He had been up studying for hours for a Potions Test with Ron and Hermione. He wanted to sleep, but rest would not come to him. His thoughts would not let him sleep. He had been having nightmares a few nights a week all summer and for the beginning of the school year. He would awake the next morning feeling more tired then when he had gone to bed, and his scar would be throbbing dully. He knew that he should tell Dumbledore, or at the very least Ron and Hermione. He had vowed never to keep secrets from any of them. They were his family and he loved them all dearly, but part of that love was not letting anyone get hurt. Telling them about his problems would hurt them, mostly because they could not help him. Harry wished that he could talk to Sirius. But Sirius was gone now. Harry got out of bed and unwrapped a small package. Harry had long ago repaired the mirror that Sirius had given him. Harry would talk into the mirror and pretend that Sirius was talking back. Sometimes Harry even imagined Sirius' face was indeed looking back at him. "Sirius, I have been having weird dreams again. I want to tell someone about them. But you know that I can't" He knew what their reactions would be if he did tell his friends. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes would fade and he would be genuinely concerned. The Headmaster would try to give Harry the advice he needed to face his problems. However, as much as Harry trusted and loved Dumbledore, he couldn't bring himself to talk to him, the Headmaster had been ill for most of the school year, and Harry did not want the professor to lose any more of his strength by worrying. Ron, he is so easy to figure out mused Harry. Ron would overreact. He would be angry that Harry hadn't told him earlier. Harry was grateful for concern like that, but he didn't want to deal with Ron's short temper. Especially with the Potions test, and a Divination project coming up. When Ron was stressed out about homework, Harry knew not to mess with him. That just left Hermione. Why didn't he tell Hermione? He trusted Hermione to keep a level head in any situation. She would walk across broken glass, crawl through fire, climb a mountain, or even fight a dragon with her bare hands to find the answer to a problem. And most definitely, his visions were a problem. She would understand the best of all of his confidantes. She wouldn't judge or yell, or pity him. Above all else, Harry did not want pity. Maybe I should tell Hermione. Harry had nearly convinced himself when he remembered how tired Hermione had looked that night during their study session. She had had bags under her eyes. She kept chewing her bottom lip as if she were nervous. And although he had never noticed her doing it ever before, she had been biting her nails off. He wished he knew why she was so overworked. There was something more to just her normal study routine, it was a mystery that delved deeper than her writing seven feet on a History of Magic assignment that only needed to be a foot and a half long. Maybe Harry wouldn't tell her after all.
"I promise Sirius, I will tell someone soon. I will."
***
Hermione had been stressed. Ever since she had had to drop some of her extra subjects in her third year, she had felt like a slacker. She knew that she shouldn't feel that way, but she saw her inability to cope with her extra classes as failure as opposed to a way to keep her sanity. So to counteract her lasting sense of failure, she had asked to do an independent study in Muggle Studies. She was planning on analyzing why wizards thought about Muggle objects in the way that they did. What was their fascination with playing tricks and enchanting muggle objects? Why did some wizards prefer to use non-magic items? She found the ways of wizard thinking fascinating and from growing up as a muggle she had a very different perspective of these inventions. Professor McGonagall had reluctantly agreed to the project. Minerva knew that Hermione would present a wonderful project, but at what cost? Hermione loved her studies, but she was more than a student, and she was obviously giving up a lot of her other aspects in order to do even more schoolwork.
Hermione's only problem wasn't the additional work; she too was having disturbing nightmares. She could never remember them in the morning, but during the day she would have fleeting glimpses of a dark forest, of brilliant red light, occasionally she would hear a scream, and a sense of failure filled her completely. She knew that she should tell someone about her troubles, but like Harry, she didn't want to cause anyone more problems. She was stubborn, too, she had always had a problem with admitting her weaknesses. She decided she would keep her secret if only for a little while longer.
***
Ron's life had dramatically improved over the summer. Fred and George had somehow come into a lot of money at the end of last year. He supposed Ludo Bagman had finally paid them for their bets on the World Cup. Harry's money had long been spent. And while their joke shop was doing well, opening a second location in Hogsmeade, and the continual demand of having new pranks cost a lot of money. The boys that summer had grown very close and the twins had let Ron help them with their joke-shop dreams. He had thought up Growing Gobstoppers, in which the recipient would sprout thick hair all over their body and would turn the color of the gobstopper. The beauty of the design was that the hair would not fall off unless you ate the entire gobstopper. George had called him a genius and Fred had been moved to tears. Ron was also willing to try any trick. once. Ron had finally felt like he belonged. For once he wasn't struggling in his classes, he had found his place in his family, the world seemed brighter than ever before. In fact, he thought maybe his sight was a side effect of being a guinea pig. The color yellow seemed so vibrant. The sun seemed to shine just for him; it was so beautiful. He didn't know why the color yellow had any significance in his life; he just took the beauty in and let it flow through him. It made him happier. As a matter of fact, he was too happy to notice the sadness and troubles that were affecting Harry and Hermione.
That's it for now. Thanks for reading. Please review. I have always wanted one or two or more. Next chapter will have more action I promise. This is just an introduction of sorts.
Sorry about any typos, I am not a very good proofreader.
Disclaimer: JKR is a goddess and it is through her genius that I have come to borrow such wonderful characters. Don't worry I will return them, without making any sort of profit.
And on with the show..
Darkness in the Night
Prologue: Hope for the Hopeless
Harry Potter lay down in his bed. He had been up studying for hours for a Potions Test with Ron and Hermione. He wanted to sleep, but rest would not come to him. His thoughts would not let him sleep. He had been having nightmares a few nights a week all summer and for the beginning of the school year. He would awake the next morning feeling more tired then when he had gone to bed, and his scar would be throbbing dully. He knew that he should tell Dumbledore, or at the very least Ron and Hermione. He had vowed never to keep secrets from any of them. They were his family and he loved them all dearly, but part of that love was not letting anyone get hurt. Telling them about his problems would hurt them, mostly because they could not help him. Harry wished that he could talk to Sirius. But Sirius was gone now. Harry got out of bed and unwrapped a small package. Harry had long ago repaired the mirror that Sirius had given him. Harry would talk into the mirror and pretend that Sirius was talking back. Sometimes Harry even imagined Sirius' face was indeed looking back at him. "Sirius, I have been having weird dreams again. I want to tell someone about them. But you know that I can't" He knew what their reactions would be if he did tell his friends. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes would fade and he would be genuinely concerned. The Headmaster would try to give Harry the advice he needed to face his problems. However, as much as Harry trusted and loved Dumbledore, he couldn't bring himself to talk to him, the Headmaster had been ill for most of the school year, and Harry did not want the professor to lose any more of his strength by worrying. Ron, he is so easy to figure out mused Harry. Ron would overreact. He would be angry that Harry hadn't told him earlier. Harry was grateful for concern like that, but he didn't want to deal with Ron's short temper. Especially with the Potions test, and a Divination project coming up. When Ron was stressed out about homework, Harry knew not to mess with him. That just left Hermione. Why didn't he tell Hermione? He trusted Hermione to keep a level head in any situation. She would walk across broken glass, crawl through fire, climb a mountain, or even fight a dragon with her bare hands to find the answer to a problem. And most definitely, his visions were a problem. She would understand the best of all of his confidantes. She wouldn't judge or yell, or pity him. Above all else, Harry did not want pity. Maybe I should tell Hermione. Harry had nearly convinced himself when he remembered how tired Hermione had looked that night during their study session. She had had bags under her eyes. She kept chewing her bottom lip as if she were nervous. And although he had never noticed her doing it ever before, she had been biting her nails off. He wished he knew why she was so overworked. There was something more to just her normal study routine, it was a mystery that delved deeper than her writing seven feet on a History of Magic assignment that only needed to be a foot and a half long. Maybe Harry wouldn't tell her after all.
"I promise Sirius, I will tell someone soon. I will."
***
Hermione had been stressed. Ever since she had had to drop some of her extra subjects in her third year, she had felt like a slacker. She knew that she shouldn't feel that way, but she saw her inability to cope with her extra classes as failure as opposed to a way to keep her sanity. So to counteract her lasting sense of failure, she had asked to do an independent study in Muggle Studies. She was planning on analyzing why wizards thought about Muggle objects in the way that they did. What was their fascination with playing tricks and enchanting muggle objects? Why did some wizards prefer to use non-magic items? She found the ways of wizard thinking fascinating and from growing up as a muggle she had a very different perspective of these inventions. Professor McGonagall had reluctantly agreed to the project. Minerva knew that Hermione would present a wonderful project, but at what cost? Hermione loved her studies, but she was more than a student, and she was obviously giving up a lot of her other aspects in order to do even more schoolwork.
Hermione's only problem wasn't the additional work; she too was having disturbing nightmares. She could never remember them in the morning, but during the day she would have fleeting glimpses of a dark forest, of brilliant red light, occasionally she would hear a scream, and a sense of failure filled her completely. She knew that she should tell someone about her troubles, but like Harry, she didn't want to cause anyone more problems. She was stubborn, too, she had always had a problem with admitting her weaknesses. She decided she would keep her secret if only for a little while longer.
***
Ron's life had dramatically improved over the summer. Fred and George had somehow come into a lot of money at the end of last year. He supposed Ludo Bagman had finally paid them for their bets on the World Cup. Harry's money had long been spent. And while their joke shop was doing well, opening a second location in Hogsmeade, and the continual demand of having new pranks cost a lot of money. The boys that summer had grown very close and the twins had let Ron help them with their joke-shop dreams. He had thought up Growing Gobstoppers, in which the recipient would sprout thick hair all over their body and would turn the color of the gobstopper. The beauty of the design was that the hair would not fall off unless you ate the entire gobstopper. George had called him a genius and Fred had been moved to tears. Ron was also willing to try any trick. once. Ron had finally felt like he belonged. For once he wasn't struggling in his classes, he had found his place in his family, the world seemed brighter than ever before. In fact, he thought maybe his sight was a side effect of being a guinea pig. The color yellow seemed so vibrant. The sun seemed to shine just for him; it was so beautiful. He didn't know why the color yellow had any significance in his life; he just took the beauty in and let it flow through him. It made him happier. As a matter of fact, he was too happy to notice the sadness and troubles that were affecting Harry and Hermione.
That's it for now. Thanks for reading. Please review. I have always wanted one or two or more. Next chapter will have more action I promise. This is just an introduction of sorts.
Sorry about any typos, I am not a very good proofreader.