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Blinding, eerie, perpetual sunlight permeated his eyelids.
"Stop, stop," he winced in pain, wringing his hands over his head. He knew he had to escape, but from what he did not know. He had been in this predicament many times before. Despite it's familiarity the whole situation was still a mystery to Harry. "Should...have...listened...to...Dumbledore," he said in a croaked, raspy voice in-between deep breaths. The pain was making it hard for his lungs to properly function.
"Stop it, that's enough," he heard a sneering, deep voice speak from outside his cage.
"What's enough!" he replied in a voice which caused him to muster all his strength.
At that moment he felt extreme lightheadness, and something was forcing his eyelids upon. He fought the urge, afraid of what the light would do if he opened them. After giving up on the struggle, his left eye opened. Instead of the light, which he expected, he found himself inches away from the face of the Potions Master, Professor Snape.
"Well, well, Mr. /i," he sneered, with a sickly emphasis on his last name. "Since you have decided that my class is not important enough to stay awake for," he paused for a moment to let the Slytherins snigger at his blunder, "can you tell me the ingredients of a Shrinking Solution?"
Harry repeated the ingredients with ease. He made a mental note to thank Hermione for all her help on them last year.
Snape stared at Harry with a look of utter disgust for correctly answer his question. Without another
word he resumed his spot at the front of the class and turned his back to Harry as he inspected Draco
Malfoy's Sleeping Draught.
Harry turned around, utterly relieved, and acknowledged the triumphant glances from his two best
friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"Look, you two," he said to them, softly so that no one else could intercept what he was saying.
"I had that dream again."
Ron nodded, a queasy look upon his face.
"The one about the light?" asked Hermione. He voice firm and strong.
"Yeah," he replied. "But I still don't know what it means," he added hastily, answering Hermione's question before she even asked him.
"Well, I think you should go to Dumbledore for more Occlumency lessons," she said with a frown.
"Yeah, but Hermione, I don't need to. The Order hasn't informed me of...," but before Harry could finish his sentence Ron and Hermione cut him off.
"SHH!" they whispered to Harry.
"We don't want anyone eavesdropping on the Order," said Hermione quickly with a nudge of her head towards Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies.
"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't want that," Harry said, slightly disappointed with himself.
Harry had a finalizing tone in his voice, but Hermione was not done asking questions. Hermione starred at him, surveying him.
"Harry, what was the name of Hagrid's dragon?"
Ron starred at Hermione as if she had gone crazy. Harry smiled for he had understood what she meant.
"Norbert, and no, Hermione, I am not being possessed by Voldemort."
Ron winced at the name, but Hermione remained unfazed. Instead of the horrorstruck look on Ron's face, a big smile spread across hers.
"Satisfied?" asked Harry.
"Very," smiled Hermione.
Ron, who had been eying both of them back and forth, took the opportunity to speak out.
"You're bloody crazy, Hermione," he said with a laugh.
"I know," she replied, while grabbing her books and bringing her Shrinking Solution to the front of the class. "Hurry up you two, we're off for the afternoon."
Blinding, eerie, perpetual sunlight permeated his eyelids.
"Stop, stop," he winced in pain, wringing his hands over his head. He knew he had to escape, but from what he did not know. He had been in this predicament many times before. Despite it's familiarity the whole situation was still a mystery to Harry. "Should...have...listened...to...Dumbledore," he said in a croaked, raspy voice in-between deep breaths. The pain was making it hard for his lungs to properly function.
"Stop it, that's enough," he heard a sneering, deep voice speak from outside his cage.
"What's enough!" he replied in a voice which caused him to muster all his strength.
At that moment he felt extreme lightheadness, and something was forcing his eyelids upon. He fought the urge, afraid of what the light would do if he opened them. After giving up on the struggle, his left eye opened. Instead of the light, which he expected, he found himself inches away from the face of the Potions Master, Professor Snape.
"Well, well, Mr. /i," he sneered, with a sickly emphasis on his last name. "Since you have decided that my class is not important enough to stay awake for," he paused for a moment to let the Slytherins snigger at his blunder, "can you tell me the ingredients of a Shrinking Solution?"
Harry repeated the ingredients with ease. He made a mental note to thank Hermione for all her help on them last year.
Snape stared at Harry with a look of utter disgust for correctly answer his question. Without another
word he resumed his spot at the front of the class and turned his back to Harry as he inspected Draco
Malfoy's Sleeping Draught.
Harry turned around, utterly relieved, and acknowledged the triumphant glances from his two best
friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"Look, you two," he said to them, softly so that no one else could intercept what he was saying.
"I had that dream again."
Ron nodded, a queasy look upon his face.
"The one about the light?" asked Hermione. He voice firm and strong.
"Yeah," he replied. "But I still don't know what it means," he added hastily, answering Hermione's question before she even asked him.
"Well, I think you should go to Dumbledore for more Occlumency lessons," she said with a frown.
"Yeah, but Hermione, I don't need to. The Order hasn't informed me of...," but before Harry could finish his sentence Ron and Hermione cut him off.
"SHH!" they whispered to Harry.
"We don't want anyone eavesdropping on the Order," said Hermione quickly with a nudge of her head towards Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies.
"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't want that," Harry said, slightly disappointed with himself.
Harry had a finalizing tone in his voice, but Hermione was not done asking questions. Hermione starred at him, surveying him.
"Harry, what was the name of Hagrid's dragon?"
Ron starred at Hermione as if she had gone crazy. Harry smiled for he had understood what she meant.
"Norbert, and no, Hermione, I am not being possessed by Voldemort."
Ron winced at the name, but Hermione remained unfazed. Instead of the horrorstruck look on Ron's face, a big smile spread across hers.
"Satisfied?" asked Harry.
"Very," smiled Hermione.
Ron, who had been eying both of them back and forth, took the opportunity to speak out.
"You're bloody crazy, Hermione," he said with a laugh.
"I know," she replied, while grabbing her books and bringing her Shrinking Solution to the front of the class. "Hurry up you two, we're off for the afternoon."