Chapter two: And?
"And?" Mrs. Weasley asks. As if a child was being read to and was eagerly awaiting the next twist in the story, or left with a cliff-hanger and desperately wanting to know what happens next.
"And, I wake up." Shrugs Harry Potter, resting his head in his palm and rubbing his sleep depraved emerald green eyes with the other. Yawning as he reached over with his free hand to pick up his glasses from the kitchen table and pushed them against the bridge of his nose.
"How long did you say you've been having these dreams Harry" Asked Remus Lupin, beating Mr. Weasley to it. Looking down at the dark haired boy Lupin rubbed the soft tuffs of curls that seemed to ease Harry.
Whenever the boy felt afraid, angry, upset for any reason Serious Black- Harry's Godfather- Would stroked the 16 year olds hair. Just to calm him down and ease the pain. Harry was fourteen when Serious died by the hands of his cousin Bellatrix Lastrange. In front of him too, as they battled the death eaters.
The past couple of months were hard on Harry and the rest. They all managed to sneak into the secret Black families house, used for the order of the phoenix meetings, and lived there in silence, afraid that the death eaters would come knocking on their door.
That includes: Hermione Granger, Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Ron and his younger sister Ginny weasley, Harry and Remus.
The Children had to be taught magic spells and different strategies, to bring down You-Know-Who. "A couple of weeks, at first, I didn't really think much of it. Just an odd dream, but then it kept repeating over and over again. It's driving me crazy. I can't concentrate during the day, can't sleep during the night, lost my appetite. What's happening to me?"
Harry asked frantically, even tired he would get rare bursts of energy if alarmed, agitated, angry, Ext.
Everyone else went to sleep ages ago, leaving Harry up with the adults after he woke up several time on the coach, just so he wouldn't wake Ron up. Harry didn't them about the dreams, he couldn't, wouldn't worry them.
Molly, shaking he head and turned immediately on her heels towards the cupboards, cluttering around trying to make the less amount of noise possible. As Remus and Mr. Weasley looked at each other gravely. Lupin looking worried, knitting his brow tightly, but the look in his eyes was pleading something with Mr. Weasley, but Mr. Weasley shook his head sternly. There was a warning in his eyes that Harry never saw before, and was intimidated instantly.
"Found it!" declared Molly, sounding prideful in her discovery. Snapping Remus and Mr. Weasley out of their staring contest. Harry knew they were hiding something from him, but wasn't going to ask tonight. As Molly brought forward with a cube shaped bottle, "Now only to open it." She breathed, comically trying to pull the cork out made Harry smile.
He could hear her mumble curses, only slightly, he could make out the odd word here and there. He wondered what Lupin was thinking; he had the hearing aid of a wolf.
He could hear clearly what she was saying, and because he despised cursing, and forbidden Harry from using any. But Knowing Lupin he wouldn't have the nerve to boss a strong willed woman like Molly who would most likely, possibly and would hex him.
'Poor Lupin' Mused Harry. Feeling his spirit lifting his tired and sour mood. "What is that?" he asked turning his attention back to Molly and the cube bottle, grimaced at the off putting brown/green liquid that twirled aimlessly in its containment.
"It's a potion." she said, bemused. "I know that, but what for? What does it do?" he asked cautiously. Did he just saw that mixture bubble in response?! Molly smiled and explained:
"It's a sleeping potion. It knocks you out like a light. So deeply unconsciousness you'd be, and that you wouldn't be able to dream. I must warn you Harry this'll knock you clean out for 24 hours."
Eyes now bulging from their sockets Harry couldn't think of anything to say, But: "But I'll miss lessons, tutoring, how will I ever bring down Voldemort if I'm a sleep all day?" starting to panic. Remus hushed him and reassured him that it would be best to rest for awhile. After all how could Harry bring down Voldemort if he falls asleep in battle?
Considering it Harry pursed his lips, took the bottle, and swallowed the entire thing in one gulp. Trying not to gag Harry pinched his nose in attempt to block the stench. It tasted like a horrid broth. Horrid, lumpy broth.
Remus winced as Harry had finished it. How he had the stomach to do it he would never know. Nor did he want to know for that matter. Harry frowned, after swallowing that, it left not a bad after taste. Until he threw up on Remus shoes.
Mrs. And Mr. Weasley looked at each other nervously. Harry just looked at Remus frightfully. Remus, well, Remus just sat there, jaw clenched awkwardly. He couldn't do much because he knew Harry wouldn't do it on purpose. "It's all right Harry." He smiled, reassuring the troubled teen as he saw tears well up in his green eyes. Tiredness can lead to many emotions.
Silence. "I better go, now." Harry broke the silence first, the rest agreed. Molly, being a kind so helped him up and took him to a guest room, separated from the rest of the children.
"Here you go Dreary. A nice clean, room. Nice warm blankets." She tucked him in under the quilts. The room was dark, it was hard to see. Molly went to the end of the bed and came back with something him her hand. "For God's sake, please tell me it isn't another potion." he breathed.
"Here's a bucket, love. I'll leave it by your bedside. There's also a glass of water on your bedside table. Just in case you wake up early. There is a possibility. Are you alright?" She asked. Harry nodded, feeling dizzy as he took a sip from the glass. Laying back down and feeling the head ach ebb away, he sighed in relief.
"Goodnight Harry. I'll see you in a day." Smiling Molly shut the door quietly. Leaving Harry in the dark. Closing his eyes Harry felt the darkness closing in on him as he felt sleep overtake him. He just hoped the potion works.