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Chapter nine: Mysterious Dreams

Harry awoke and looked around. Harry saw a blurry patch of red, which told him Ron was still in bed sleeping. He stared up at the white ceiling without even bothering to put on his glasses. The room was dimly lit and Harry thought it must be three or four in the morning. Harry thought about his mysterious piece of parchment and then about his Midnight Ball for the first time in a while. There were too many unsolved mysteries for Harry to be able to concentrate on just one. Harry rolled over and went back to sleep.


Harry saw a man. He had long dark hair (between black and brown) and a beard and mustache. His eyes were closed and he looked about 38. The strange man lay on a large, bright surface, which was such a pure white it almost looked silver. The white light surrounding him was so bright that Harry hardly saw the soft glow around the dark-haired man, which appeared to be a pale yellow.
Harry woke up with a feeling he had never experienced before. He was relaxed. Harry felt a sudden urge to know more about planets beyond Earth, beyond the Milky Way...

Later:

Harry was sitting with Hermione on her bed. Harry was telling Hermione about his dream. Hermione had been pleased to hear that Harry had read part of her book and put two and two together about the dream very quickly. "You must have been dreaming about Ebin Saventa," she said. "Why would I dream about him," Harry asked. "Oh, I don't know," said Hermione sarcastically. "Maybe because of what you read about him." Harry gave her a doubtful look. "Fine," she said, "maybe it wasn't Ebin." Harry was about to respond when Ron burst in. "Fred and George," Ron exclaimed breathlessly, "have created---" he broke off because he saw Hermione glaring at him. "Oh honestly, don't you even bother to knock," Hermione exclaimed angrily. "No," Ron said simply. Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered (something that sounded like) boys. "So what were you saying Harry?" Ron asked. Hermione stormed off muttering, just pretend I'm not here. "What's her problem?" Ron asked Harry. Harry shrugged.

Harry settled down to read Stardust in bed.

Chapter two: What is the true color of Stardust?

Stardust is a substance that looks glittery and silvery. Nobody knows the true color of Stardust because it reflects all the colors around it. Some people believe that instead of reflecting colors, each little grain is a different color. If each grain was a different color...

And Harry was asleep.


Harry saw a large, bright surface, which was such a pure white it almost looked silver. The colors on the silver reflected colors with such a beauty he had never seen before. Then he seemed to be looking through the strange material. Going deeper and deeper into this colorful material faster and faster. He was quite enjoying it, the glow of the strange substance seemed to die away. Harry went faster and faster until suddenly he stopped. He was staring at a small jewel about the size of the Sorcerer's Stone, but more magnificent. The stone was shiny, and its color was indescribable. The stone had a perfect blend of every shade of color, or so it seemed. It was a mixture of every color, somehow all one color. Harry put a hand out to touch it and...
Harry woke with his glasses on and the book on his legs. He was already sitting up and put the book and his glasses on his bedside table.

That dream felt strangely like something was out of his reach to grasp, but there must be some way to figure it out. He stared at Hermione's book. He couldn't remember anything that he had read in the book Stardust the night before. He sighed and opened the book.

Chapter two: What is the true color of Stardust?

Stardust is a substance that looks glittery and silvery. Nobody knows the true color of Stardust because it reflects all the colors around it. Some people believe that instead of reflecting colors, each little grain is a different color. If each grain was a different color there would be about 631,042,382,594,574,292,948,924,897,359 grains per star.

No wonder he fell asleep. The book was SO boring. Only something Hermione would like. Harry continued.

To have 631,042,382,594,574,292,948,924,897,359 grains per star you would have to dig about 74,680,987,651,234 feet to get to the center.

631,042,382,594,574,292,948,924,897,359 grains would be enough Stardust (if used sparingly) for about five centuries. The color of

631,042,382,594,574,292,948,924,897,359 is very hard to figure out. Little Jeremy Totté thinks the different colors are due to these calculations:

2x(n-8)k÷199m³...

Harry couldn't take it any more. Who cares how many or what color each Stardust grain is? Harry slammed the book shut. Ron stirred. Harry put on his glasses and slipped out of the room. As soon as Harry was out of the room, he ran silently down the stairs and into the kitchen and stopped. Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water. Hermione looked up when he came in, but did not look surprised. Was he expected? Harry sat down next to her. She pushed an extra glass of water in front of him. "I had a dream that you would be down for some water," Hermione said. Harry must've looked surprised because she said, "You're not the only one with dreams that mean something." Hermione looked at him expectantly. Harry told her all about his dream. As he got to the end he tried to describe the indescribable mysterious stone the best that he could. When he was done Hermione put her hand over her mouth. "What is it?" Harry asked. "It's," said Hermione excitedly. "You'll find out in chapter six. You probably should skip the rest of the chapters, since they would be nothing to you, except chapter five." Harry smiled and was glad to not have to read three boring chapters. For a few minutes Harry and Hermione talked and laughed before putting their empty glasses in the sink and heading back upstairs.