The sound of rain 'drip, drop, drip, drop' pounding against the window of the
highest tower, where a seventeen year old boy lies in his bed thinking, dreaming of those
he saw die before him, nightmares run through his head, screaming in agony as he tosses
around the bed moaning, yelling "Don't kill please don't kill them!" The boys nightmares
seemed to become more frequent than usual. He would do this routine where he would
wake up go downstairs and sit on the couch looking deep into the fire to clear his mind of
the dream he keeps having night after night. His dream would never change it was the
same dream night after night after night. His dreams become so real that he can see
perfectly the sweat on the victims chins as they died, they were of course his loved ones that
have died by voldemort.
"Harry, Wake up Harry." Said a girls voice hovering over his head. Harry opened his eyes and slowly rolled out of bed and fell. "Harry you all right?"
"Yeah I'm fine Hermione but don't yell at me again." Harry picked up his glasses next to his glass of water. Ron walked in a few moments later with his new pet cat Philius.
"About time Ronald where were you?" Said Hermione who quickly turned around so she didn't have to look at him.
" I was trying to find Philius, god I didn't know it was a crime,muttermud bloodmutter."
"ITS NOT THAT RON JUST DROP IT ALREADY"
"then what is.."
Hermione looked at Harry on the verge of tears but managed not to.
"We need to help Harry Ron, Are you ok Harry you were trembling in your sleep."
"Yeah I am ok Hermione." Harry knew she was trying to dodge the subject. It was the
same for the whole day, the same feeling floated in the air, the feeling of death, cold, like all
the joy went away from the earth. Later that night the feeling didn't go away harry
thought it was Hermione and Ron but at that moment a dementor flew by the window, the
dementor was following Harry all day.
"Ron, Hermione get down now! Rind and Hermione got down behind the couch while Harry got his wand out and pointed it at the Dementor.
"Expecto Patronum!!!" at that moment a white stag flew out of Harry's wand and pushed the Dementor away, Harry looked at Both Ron and Hermione.
"Most likely HIS dementor."
"what does it mean Harry?" said Hermione who just got out of behind the couch.
"it means that a battle is coming to Hogwarts and it's the final battle which one of us, either me or voldemort will die."
Hermione looked around the room scared out of her mind but didn't want to show it to anyone, she walked away with worry in her heart, she went up the stairs and into her bedroom.
"mental isn't she?" said Rom looking up the stairs towards Hermione's room.
Harry Looked at Ron with a surprise look "How so?"
"getting all scared like that,"
"you're the one sounding mental Ron."
"Shut up Harry just go away."
"What the hell did I do…dick less wonder."
"what the hell did you say to me bitch? I'm not the one who goes out with his best friends little sister you pedophile."
"We are only a year apart!!"
"What ever same thing Harry."
"No its not Ron… what happened to you? What happened to the friend I knew 7 years ago?"
"I am still me Ron!!!"
"Than Prove it Potter!!"
Ron grabbed the lamp and through it against the wall giving Harry the devil eye
which immediately made his scar burn. Harry clenched his scar and moaned in pain.
Ron then ran upstairs to the boy's bedroom and locked the door with a charm so Harry
could never get back in. Harry got up after Ron left picked up a sheet and made himself a
bed on the couch and started looking at the fire and slowly drifting into a deep slumber,
only to be awaken by his nightmare once again. This one was different instead he was at a
black lake looking down into darkness. At the bottom of the lake was this shining item,
Harry looked closer and saw that it was the Gryffindor Sword and jumped in after it.
Harry got closer to the Sword, when he grabbed it he couldn't seem to swim back up even
if he let go of the sword. Harry was dying and he Couldn't seem to get out of the lake.
Harry figured it was a dream and tried waking himself up, but couldn't. Harry was stuck
in this dream of death. Harry was about to lose consciousness when a figure was hovering
over him.
"Harry Potter." Said a dark and gloomy voice, almost like a snake.
"You have tried, and you have lost."
A bright light shot the figure away and a voice was calling him.
"Harry, Harry, HarryIts not time, But the time is coming." The Voice floated away.
Harry woke up out of his dream and Hermione was standing over him with some clothes she got form the boys room. Harry was in a cold sweat and Ron was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Ron?"
"Oh Ron is downstairs eating." Said Hermione undressing Harry, so she can get his clothes on since he was in shock from the dream.
"You know I can do it myself Hermione."
"Yeah I know but you won't move."
"I can now"
"Your scaring Harry, You haven't Been The same." Hermione started tearing.
"I can say the same for you and Ron, I think its best we leave Hogwarts."
"Ok Harry." Hermione Walked off to go eat and then off to her muggle study.
Time passed and Ron Harry and Hermione were in the common room starting the meeting
that could change their lives forever
