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Chapter 2: Beyond the Hand

Harry was dreaming.

This time, Harry was on the lookout for anything different. Harry noticed the same old things and sighed as he realized that this dream would end like any other dream.

He saw the hand gripping his dream self and whirling him around to face the person and Harry turned, too. But this time, there was no bellowing Ron. There was no alarm clock going off at the wrong time.

Tonight, Harry followed the fingers to the hand to the arm to the sleeve of a flowing dress to the neck of which multiple necklaces hung to the face of Professor Trelawney. Harry gasped, but no one heard him.

His dream self was frozen with fear at the look she was giving him. It was her prophesizing, glassy eyes and strange voice with two pitches that told Harry what he had spent weeks waiting for:

"A boy." Both Harry's stared in confusion and disappointment at the Professor. That was it? But she opened her mouth again and Harry listened hopefully.

"You will fall in love with a boy. A boy of a different sort. Someone you would last think of. You don't get along now, but you are the perfect fit. He completes your heart, mind, and soul, because he is your polar opposite."

By now, the dreaming Harry was lost for speech. His mouth was hanging wide open. Then, Harry heard a small voice in the back of his mind, which he knew to be the Harry that was asleep in his four-corner bed. Harry took one more glance at the scene in front of him which featured a scared, speechless, dream-Harry and Professor Trelawney with a tight grip on the Harry, and slowly returned to consciousness.

He was certainly in bed, and there was someone leaning over him with a candle in hand. He was drenched in sweat and he was confused.

Suddenly, there was a small pressure on his nose and everything came into focused. His mind grew less fuzzy and he knew someone had put his glasses on him, but he didn't dare look up at the person standing over him in fear that he would forget his dream.

"Paper" he croaked. A piece of paper and a quill was pushed into his hand. He quickly wrote the prophesy down and then looked up into Hermione's face, with Ron a mere feet away as well.

"So who was it?" Ron asked, excited. Harry gulped.

"Trelawney." Harry said. Hermione was reading the prophesy and Harry could tell she was trying hard not to laugh.

"Look, I know this is the weirdest thing to ever grace my life, but that's what she said." Harry insisted.

"Oh, Harry, I believe you, but don't you see?" She asked. Harry and Ron stared blankly at her.

"It's a Slytherin!" She said. Ron had a cow.

"No, Harry, you can't. I put my foot down!" He said. Hermione looked around the room and shushed them.

"We'll talk more in the morning, ok?" She asked. The boys nodded and she left. Harry and Ron went back to sleep, but Harry got to the hand part in his dream before waking up again.

A/N: I know, this chap was kind of boring, but whatever. Please review if you so wish