Dreaming through Hogwarts
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
It was on Harry Potter's first evening at Hogwarts. Harry looked around the first year boys' dormitory, feeling very happy. 'I love Hogwarts,' he thought, as he stretched out on his most comfortable bed. 'And I absolutely love magic,' he mused, thinking of the moving paintings in the halls and the charmed ceiling of the Great Hall, as he drifted off to sleep.
However, he was not allowed to peacefully sleep for a long time, before he was pulled into a strange dream.
Beginning of dream
Four people, two young men and two women of about the same age, were sitting around a huge fireplace in a round stone room.
"What did you do to the Great Hall?" one of the men queried, quirking an eyebrow at one of the women.
"Rowena made a mistake, and the whole roof came off," the other man growled, grumpily glaring at the woman.
The two women exchanged an exasperated look, before one of them, a pretty woman with long black hair, replied, "How stupid can men be? I charmed the ceiling to look like the sky. Even if it looks as if the snow came in, of course it won't." Letting out a long sigh, she turned to the other woman, adding, "Maybe Godric and Salazar should attend some Charms classes together with the first years, when Hogwarts is going to open next summer."
"That's true," her friend agreed, smiling. "Don't forget that Rowena is the youngest Charms Mistress of all times."
"Ahh, sorry Rowena," one of the men replied, standing up from his chair. "Come with me dear, Helga and Salazar will understand that we have other things to do at this time of the night."
End of dream
'What was that?' Harry wondered, feeling totally confused. 'That wasn't a dream; it was so real.' He turned around to face the wall, hoping to be able to get some more sleep.
However, after a while, he was pulled into another dream. This time, only the two women of his earlier dream appeared. The woman, whom the others had called Rowena earlier, seemed to be a Seer and was talking to her friend about a boy, whom she had seen one thousand years into the future.
'How come that I get so strange dreams?' Harry thought in exasperation, feeling extremely tired. 'Apparently the person is Rowena Ravenclaw, as the last dream was about her making the ceiling of the Great Hall. I'll ask Hermione who that is. But why am I dreaming about people whom I don't even know and who must have lived at some time in the past?'
Only after a long time did he manage to fall into a restless sleep, which was interrupted much too early, when Ron woke him up right in time for breakfast.
HP
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione enquired, looking at him in concern, when he kept yawning and was only playing with his breakfast.
"Yes of course," Harry replied shortly, glad that Professor McGonagall chose that instant to distribute the time tables to the Gryffindors.
However, as interesting as his classes were, Harry remained tired throughout the day, and of all possible times to occur, it happened during his first Potions class, when the professor held a long monologue, that his eyes drooped close, while he was diligently taking notes. The totally enraged professor did not only assign him a detention right after dinner but also bombarded him with difficult questions, of which Harry was unable to answer any.
'Why would I know such things about potions?' he mused, as he returned to his dormitory to catch up on some sleep between his last afternoon class and dinner. 'I didn't have the chance to read my books like Hermione.'
This time he was more annoyed than surprised, when again he ended up dreaming about unknown persons in what seemed to be a different time.
Beginning of dream
Harry found himself sitting in a stone room together with a couple of other students. With a loud bang, a door shut closed, and a man, whom Harry recognized from his earlier dream, stepped in front of the class.
"This class," he began to talk without even bothering to greet them, "is more interesting; however, also more difficult and dangerous than any other of your classes. Today you'll learn about the difference between magical and non magical herbs," he continued to hold a long monologue, to which Harry listened with interest.
End of dream
Harry was almost disappointed when he woke up from his dream, when the professor finished showing them how to prepare certain ingredients and ended the class. 'Again such a strange dream,' he mused, 'but this was really interesting. I'd have loved to hear more about potions ingredients and how to prepare them.'
HP
After dinner, he trailed to the dungeons with apprehension. At dinner, the twins had told him about multiple detentions in the Potions classroom, where they had either cleaned the classroom floor with toothbrushes or had spent hours cleaning dirty cauldrons without magic. 'I'd rather hope he'll let me prepare ingredients,' Harry mused, really wanting to learn about Potions.
He hesitantly knocked at the door and anxiously opened it upon hearing the professor call him in.
tbc...
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