Gwyn Swann and the Goblet of Fire

by Lady Dawson

Chapter Four: Dreams and Visions

Gwyn smiled as she felt someone tickling her nose as she kept her eyes fixed on her History of Magic homework, which she was currently revising. Since it was one of her two worst subjects, she didn't think that it was going to hurt to have an once-over, to make sure that she had gotten all of the facts correct. Not that Professor Binns was really going to mind; being a ghost teacher, she didn't think that he was going to notice if she suddenly started talking about the weather.

"Harry, stop it," she said, unable to stop from laughing as she turned around to look at her boyfriend, whose green eyes were amused. "I have to finish working on this."

"You've been working on that essay since you got here, take a break," he said as he bent down to kiss her. Gwyn couldn't help but obey his command as she returned it, dropping her quill so that she could kiss him properly. "Besides, there is only a certain amount of times that you can look over an essay until it's perfect. Just ask Hermione."

"Yeah, and she would say that you can always go back and make it better," Gwyn pointed out. "Besides, we're leaving to go to the World Cup tomorrow and there's not going to be any time to work on it anymore."

"Gwyn, it's perfect and it's going to continue to be perfect," Harry told her firmly. "Now quit worrying and come have some fun."

Suppressing a grin, Gwyn rolled her eyes at him. "So what did you have in mind?" she asked with a grin. She knew that she didn't need to ask; not even ten minutes later, they were already on the Quidditch pad and already up in the air. Gwyn picked up the Quaffle while Harry, instead of the Seeker position, which was his position on the Gryffindor team, played Keeper as she was Chaser.

Keeping the ball tucked under her arm, Gwyn flew towards Harry and hurled the ball into the goalpost, surprising both of them. Gwyn had hardly ever played with Harry and the Weasleys the past two summers and she only rode her broom a few times last year.

Taking the ball as Harry tossed it back to her, Gwyn managed to get another five points off of him without even breaking a sweat, leaving them both breathless as they both flew to the ground.

"That was fantastic!" Harry said as they both climbed off of their brooms. "Where did you learn how to play like that?"

"I was kind of playing on and off whenever nobody was using the Quidditch field," Gwyn explained as she brushed her hair out of her face. "Not often, but enough to get good at it." She glanced back at the posts, then at Harry again. "Guess it made a difference, huh?"

"Are you kidding? I'm starting to think that we should kick one of the girls off the team and replace them with you."

"You're biased now," Gwyn reminded him with a laugh. "That's what you're supposed to say, otherwise you get a very annoyed girlfriend." Harry chuckled. "Speaking of which, have you told Ron or Hermione about this?"

"No. You?"

"No, but I'm thinking that we should get a camera, so we can capture Ron's expression for all eternity," Gwyn said with a smile. Harry gave her a reprimanding look. "What? Com on, just picture the expression, it's pretty funny."

The sides of his mouth were twitching, suggesting that he was trying very hard not to laugh. "Well, we're going to be seeing them tomorrow. And no camera," he added, but he was grinning. "He's gets enough from Fred and George as it is."

"No fun," Gwyn complained as they heard Sirius yelling at them from the house. She glanced down at her watch. "It can't be time for dinner already; it's only five o'clock."

Harry shrugged as they headed up to the house, where, sure enough, the table was already being set out for dinner and a steaming meal was already on the table.

"We're eating early tonight because we're going to have to get to bed early," Sirius explained. "We'll have to get up at the crack of dawn to get to the World Cup tomorrow."

"It looks delicious, Sirius," Gwyn complimented as they sat down to eat.

The talk soon turned to the World Cup and they were chattering soon about which teams were going to be in the tournament tomorrow and which ones they were going to be rooting for as they dug through the food. Gwyn couldn't remember the last time that she'd had such a good time during the summer.

Pretty soon, they were all full and Gwyn and Harry volunteered to do the dishes, wiping them down and putting them away.

"Has Madeline said anything about that witch that's gone missing, Gwyn?" Sirius asked when they came out from the kitchen, about to go upstairs for a quick game of wizard chess before they headed to bed. "The one from her department?"

"Bertha Jenkins?" Gwyn asked, remembering. Sirius nodded. "Yeah, she mentioned her, but I don't know if anybody's gone looking for her or not. She just said that she hadn't shown up where she was supposed to be yet."

"Hmm." Sirius looked worried by this, but didn't say anything more, just shooed them away.

"What was that about?" Harry asked her.

"I don't know," Gwyn admitted. "Madeline didn't really say anything to me about it, just that she knew her from school, was a couple of years older than she was."

Harry was quiet for a minute. "Gwyn, you haven't been having visions lately, have you?" he asked her suddenly. Her hand stilled as she reached for her chess set and her head turned to him sharply. "Have you?" he asked again when she didn't answer immediately.

"Well . . . I don't know, could be a vision or just a bad dream," Gwyn admitted. "I just have this reoccurring dream about a cemetery and this weird mark in the sky. Course, it could've just been something that I ate."

"With you? It's never something that you ate," Harry pointed out as he sat down on the bed. Gwyn looked at him, suddenly noticing that he looked pretty anxious.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. "And don't say that it's nothing, Harry. Please, I know you."

Harry gave a small smile. "There's something I haven't told you, because I didn't want to worry you," he said and she curled up against the bed to listen to him. "The day before you came here, I had a dream about Voldemort and woke up with my scar hurting."

Gwyn looked at him in alarm. She knew perfectly well what his scar meant. It only hurt whenever Voldemort was around and the last time that it had hurt was when he had been at Hogwarts, possessing Professor Quirrell.

"You don't think that he's—"

"No, I'm pretty sure that he wasn't anywhere around here," Harry answered immediately. "But Sirius seemed worried when I told him about it and . . ."

"What was the dream about?"

"Well, I was in this house and Voldemort was there—or at least, I heard him, his voice. Wormtail was there too. I can't remember a lot of it now, but they were plotting to kill someone."

Gwyn only needed to look at him once to know exactly who it was that they were planning to kill. She shivered slightly and stood up to join him on the bed. "That's why you were asking about the visions?"

Harry shrugged. "I just figured that you might have seen something if anybody was in any immediate danger."

She hoped that he was right. Gwyn really wanted to believe that if the people she loved were in danger, then she would have seen something. But the Sight was not a remote control; she couldn't use it when it was convenient for her. It chose the visions that it wanted her to see, so that didn't necessarily mean that nobody was in any danger.

Conveying this much to Harry, Gwyn said, "But you know, maybe it was just a false alarm."

"Yeah, but with everything that happened with Wormtail . . ." he reminded her.

Gwyn saw his point; she did, but there was no sense in getting worked up about it when there wasn't really anything that they could do about it. "Well, you said that you told Sirius, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Well, then you've done everything that you can," Gwyn insisted. "Sirius probably told Dumbledore and if there's anyone who can help with stuff like this, it's Dumbledore." She said this part confidentially, as their headmaster was the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared, or so it was said.

Harry released a sigh. "Gwyn, I wish I was as sure as you."

"Cheer up," Gwyn said reassuringly. "We're going to the Quidditch World Cup tomorrow and how many times are we going to have a chance to see that? Stop worrying about it. If something's going to come, then let it come. We'll deal with it when it happens."

He actually smiled at that, grinning at her. "You're really . . ."

"Aren't I?" Gwyn said, laughing. "Well, we should both get to bed. Dawn's gonna come quicker than you think." She stood up, kissing him tenderly.

He smiled as he pulled away. "I think that our friendship has suddenly become much more enjoyable."

Gwyn punched him playful, amused by him actually talking like a normal teenage boy. "Good night," she said, shaking her head as she left his room and returned to her own.

Walking over to her trunk, Gwyn pulled out a thick, leather-bound journal, the diary that she had been keeping for close to three years now. Flipping it open, Gwyn dipped her quill into the ink as she began to write these newest events in the diary.

Dear Diary,

I know now that these dreams aren't just dreams, but actually premonitions. Harry's been having ones of Voldemort and Wormtail and I'm beginning to think that these are actually omens that something horrible is about to happen.

And what's worse, I have the most peculiar feeling that something is going to go wrong at the World Cup . . .

Sometimes, I hate being a seer. I mean, the being able to save my friends part, that's not so bad, but when something goes wrong, I feel like it's my fault that I couldn't stop it. Or because I could decipher the meanings of my dreams in time. I wish I could talk to my mum, ask her if she ever felt like this or even just talk to her.

Sirius once told me that the ones we love never truly leave us and that we can always find them in our hearts. But is it normal to miss someone when you have no real memories of them? I can barely even remember Mum. All I remember is the smell of roses and the feel of her hands when she tucked me in.

Gwyn glanced up as she heard Sirius coming down the hall and realised that it was getting pretty late. Setting aside her quill, Gwyn closed her diary and returned it to its proper place, turning out the light as she climbed into bed.

Her last thought was that of the mysterious mark that she had seen in her dreams and her mother disappearing in a flash of green light.