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A/N: I'm looking for betas that can help me translate accents for when Dobby and Hagrid and the like are around. Email me if you're willing.
Just A Dream"Oh my dearest child whatever will I do with you?" a voice sighed from the darkness surrounding him. Far in the distance he could hear the clicking of sharp nails along a stone floor. Weird as that was, all it took was a ghostly hand brushing the side of his face to force him awake…
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As he slowly came awake Harry shook his head to clear it while muttering about weird dreams. He was shocked when he opened his eyes to a room that he had never even seen before.
"My dreams just keep getting weirder and weirder," mumbled Harry as he stretched before getting up. He stumbled his way to what he hoped was the bathroom for a shower that he hoped would wake him up some. It wasn't until he left the bathroom, refreshed and clad only in a towel, that he remembered the odd dream he had had the last night.
"Lord Gryffindor… curse… memories… strawberries… Strawberries?" Harry snorted to himself as he pictured the evil Salazar Slytherin eating fresh strawberries: nothing but unbelievable dreams. "No way," he commented to himself as he left his room and tried to decide which way would be the best way to find some breakfast.
"You do realize that talking to oneself is the first sign of insanity, Mr. Potter," came a mocking voice from beside him. Harry gasped in surprise as he turned quickly to see Professor Severus Snape standing beside him.
"Professor! You startled me," exclaimed Harry. He shifted sheepishly, wondering if his professor would feel that it was his own fault for being startled.
"That is what happens when you find yourself being unaware of your surroundings. You need to work on that," stated the professor. He took a moment to look Harry over before going on. "I had assumed that no one bothered to inform you about your meals and the like. You may take your meals in the kitchens. I'll show you the way." At that Severus Snape turned and started leading Harry out of the visitors wing and towards the kitchens at a quick pace. Harry wisely stayed silent about knowing where the kitchens were once he realized where he was and only studied the way in and out of the wing so he could find his way back. When they reached the kitchens Severus paused a moment before going in.
"If I may, Potter, but I feel I must know. What possessed you to lie to the headmaster?" asked Severus, a truly curious look on his face.
"Uh… That might be easier to answer if I knew when I had. I don't think I have recently," answered Harry truthfully. Severus looked Harry in the eyes, searching for the truth behind his words.
"Curious then. I shall have to speak to the headmaster then. He believes that you are keeping the mysterious details of your brief trip to your relatives to yourself for whatever reason." Severus frowned again at Harry before gesturing to the room before him. Harry barely made it two steps into the room before he was nearly bowled over by an overexcited house elf. As soon as he could steady himself under Dobby's grip he turned back to Severus who was just turning to leave.
Raising his voice to be heard of Dobby's babbling he called to the snarky professor, "Thanks professor. For everything." Severus turned back for a moment with a shocked look on his face before he quickly schooled his features into his blank sneer. He nodded to Harry before leaving the room at a speed that was slow enough to not be considered a run or retreat, but definitely not a walking speed either. Harry turned back to Dobby and smiled down at him.
"I've missed you too, Dobby, but do you think I could get some breakfast?" he quickly asked.
"Dobby very glad to help Mister Harry Potter sir! Mister Dumbledore sir said Mister Harry Potter sir would be here," bubbled Dobby overenthusiastically. He scurried back to the other house elves, leaving Harry to sit at the table and wait. In no time at all there was a full breakfast sitting in front of him. Harry smiled to himself as he tucked into his breakfast. His holiday seemed to be coming together finally, despite the odd dreams.
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