A 17-year-old, seventh-year Harry Potter walked up to the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. Being twelve thirty-five, he was very tired.
He took off his glasses, lay them upon his bedside table, and crawled into his four-poster, next to Ron Weasley's bed. He felt very tired, yes, but restless. The events that took place earlier on certainly had something to do with it...a strange mis-hap with his best friend, Hermione Granger. She had mistaken Harry for her secret admirer. Curses were cursed, and insults were thrown. It ended up with Hermione passing out from being so worn-out.
Without even knowing it, Harry fell into a deep, blissful sleep...soon to be interrupted by an unfortunate nightmare....
°°°°
'We have Defence Against the Dark Arts next,' Hermione said, as she, Ron and Harry were walking down the halls at two forty-three. 'So, we'd better hurry up; only seventeen minutes until it starts, and heaven forbid, we wouldn't want to be late!'
They scarpered along, passing a few enemies here and there-Draco Malfoy being one of them.
'Yes, Malfoy?' Harry spat. 'What is it you'll be wanting today? A nose job, or an attitude adjustment?'
'Ha, ha, very funny...' he drawled sarcastically. 'Actually, I was here to inform Weasel that he must have put on his sisters' robes instead of his own...what, with all the lace and all...'
'Malfoy, if that's all you have to say, I suggest you keep moving, or else things could get a little messy,' Hermione said flatly.
'Well, well. Aren't we angry today, hm? Did you wake up on the wrong side of Mudblood planet, then?' Malfoy snarled. 'Oh-don't get too close. I might get germs from you,' he added, as Hermione began advancing on him.
'Just ignore him,' Harry muttered. So, they wennt along, not bumping into anyone else the entire way. They made it just in time for class. Professor McGonagall was there; and it was soon that they would find out why.
'Class, I'm afraid you Professor is sick,' she said, 'therefore, you will have a substitute. I would like to introduce Professor Guileman.' A tall figure (they couldn't see his face, for he was wearing the hood right over his head) stepped into the room. 'I suggest you all treat him with respect,' she added strictly. 'Well then, I shall leave you to it.' She left, closing the door behind her.
'I suggest we get right down to it,' Professor Guileman said sternly. 'I would like you to take out a sheaf of parchment, and take notes on what I am about to say, as I will not say it twice.' He began pacing around the room. 'We will be facing a creature called a Mintaurosse; a very dangerous creature...and rather ugly, too. Now, I would like you to take extreme caution. If you are not careful, you will pay.' He suddenly bent down next to Harry's ear. 'Heaven forbid, we wouldn't want little Potter having a life-threatening incident...' he whispered. The voice was harsh, cold, and morbid. And suddenly, Harry realised...it was Voldemort.
He took off his glasses, lay them upon his bedside table, and crawled into his four-poster, next to Ron Weasley's bed. He felt very tired, yes, but restless. The events that took place earlier on certainly had something to do with it...a strange mis-hap with his best friend, Hermione Granger. She had mistaken Harry for her secret admirer. Curses were cursed, and insults were thrown. It ended up with Hermione passing out from being so worn-out.
Without even knowing it, Harry fell into a deep, blissful sleep...soon to be interrupted by an unfortunate nightmare....
°°°°
'We have Defence Against the Dark Arts next,' Hermione said, as she, Ron and Harry were walking down the halls at two forty-three. 'So, we'd better hurry up; only seventeen minutes until it starts, and heaven forbid, we wouldn't want to be late!'
They scarpered along, passing a few enemies here and there-Draco Malfoy being one of them.
'Yes, Malfoy?' Harry spat. 'What is it you'll be wanting today? A nose job, or an attitude adjustment?'
'Ha, ha, very funny...' he drawled sarcastically. 'Actually, I was here to inform Weasel that he must have put on his sisters' robes instead of his own...what, with all the lace and all...'
'Malfoy, if that's all you have to say, I suggest you keep moving, or else things could get a little messy,' Hermione said flatly.
'Well, well. Aren't we angry today, hm? Did you wake up on the wrong side of Mudblood planet, then?' Malfoy snarled. 'Oh-don't get too close. I might get germs from you,' he added, as Hermione began advancing on him.
'Just ignore him,' Harry muttered. So, they wennt along, not bumping into anyone else the entire way. They made it just in time for class. Professor McGonagall was there; and it was soon that they would find out why.
'Class, I'm afraid you Professor is sick,' she said, 'therefore, you will have a substitute. I would like to introduce Professor Guileman.' A tall figure (they couldn't see his face, for he was wearing the hood right over his head) stepped into the room. 'I suggest you all treat him with respect,' she added strictly. 'Well then, I shall leave you to it.' She left, closing the door behind her.
'I suggest we get right down to it,' Professor Guileman said sternly. 'I would like you to take out a sheaf of parchment, and take notes on what I am about to say, as I will not say it twice.' He began pacing around the room. 'We will be facing a creature called a Mintaurosse; a very dangerous creature...and rather ugly, too. Now, I would like you to take extreme caution. If you are not careful, you will pay.' He suddenly bent down next to Harry's ear. 'Heaven forbid, we wouldn't want little Potter having a life-threatening incident...' he whispered. The voice was harsh, cold, and morbid. And suddenly, Harry realised...it was Voldemort.