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Harry looked around the room, trying to take deep breaths. Dumbledore sat patiently behind his desk, while my uncle bounced around as if he were walking on hot coals. I was...well, I was just /there/. I knew whatever Harry had to say was important. One part of me screamed for him to hurry up; the other side understood that he needed to take his time.
Harry continued to look around the room. I could tell that he was working on what and how he would say it. Finally his eyes locked with mine. /Maybe he would finally speak! / I was not expecting what he said next. "I don't think you should be here," he said on a thin whisper.
"WHAT?!?!" I screamed. /Not be there? / I thought we had worked out this whole partner thing and now he wanted me to leave! "If it concerns Voldemort, then I have as much right and you do to stay..."
"Lorene..." my uncle said with a warning tone. I ignored him.
"If anything, I have more of a right. I'm fighting to save my uncle, you have no one to save..." I instantly wished I could take back my words. I didn't k now what made me want to hurt him, but I couldn't control myself. Harry looked away from me and towards the floor.
"Maybe you're right. I'm sorry." He only said it loud enough for me to hear. I wanted to shout that he had no reason to apologize, but I didn't. I wanted him to hate me. Why? I don't know.
"When you're ready, Harry," Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded his head and took one final breath. "I saw the warehouse. It was dark and little light shone through the hallways. Lorene and I walked through the hallways with of wands out. We came to a door and Lorene looked around. She nodded and we entered.
"Voldemort was waiting for us. Curse flew and we were barely able to throw the potion. The fumes filled the room, but Voldemort seemed unaffected. He gave a bone chilling laugh, and only increase when we tried to bind his powers.
"He threw us back and started to advance on Lorene. All the time he was muttering about how he would enjoy watching her die, like he enjoyed watching her mother die. I was scrambling up, but I seemed to be moving in slow motion.
"I saw him raising his wand in order to throw a curse, and I brought mine up to. I yelled /Avada Kedavra/ at the exact moment he did. Nothing came out of my wand, and I was helpless as I watched her die."
Everyone sat quietly. Tears were running down my face. What did this mean? What was going to happen? I must have spoken aloud, because Dumbledore answered.
"Harry must be experiencing, in part, what Voldemort plan on happening. This is our message that the time is here. Now you must think back and remember specific detail. Was there anything that would lead us to a time and date?"
"Why should we go along with Voldemort's time and date? Wouldn't that give him the upper hand?" I wanted Voldemort dead, and I wanted to be the one to kill him. The bloody git would get what was coming to him.
"We follow what he wants, because it's a guarantee that he'll be there."
"If I was dreaming about Voldemort wants, then wouldn't he know about the potions then?"
"No, as I said, it was parts of his master plan. Your mind filled in the missing blanks. Now, think hard and try to remember."
Harry sat with his eyes closed. Every once in a while his nose would scrunch up, almost like he was a little rabbit. As his face crumbled, everyone knew that we wouldn't be getting any answers tonight. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered.
"There's nothing to apologize. I recommend that you and Lorene head back to your dorms and try to get some sleep. As I've said, keep me informed." Harry and I nodded and we exited the office.
"I'm sorry about what I said in the beginning," Harry said once in the common room. My heart told me to rectify things, but my brain said that this was for the best. "Just work on remembering," as said as I turned my back on him.
Climbing into bed again, I had another hard time falling asleep. My heart cursed me ten shades of blue, but I ignored it. Why should I put my heart out there and watch it crumble. Harry probably didn't feel that way towards me and I was wasting my time. Plus, what happens if one of us didn't make it out of the warehouse? How would I be able to live if I confessed my love-yes, I finally admitted to myself that it was love that I was feeling- and then watched Harry die? What would happen if Harry felt the same way and then I died? He already dreamed that I was, so what would happen?
I tossed and turned as what if questions floated through my mind. At about four o'clock I finally fell asleep, but was awoken by tumbling and male voices. Doors were opening and girl giggling floated to my ears.
"Looks like Harry was trying to get to somebody..."
"Maybe she should come down..."
I tired to ignore the teasing and bantering. Why couldn't everybody just shut up and go back to bed. It couldn't have been later than five. I knew I had to get up when Harry called my name.
"I know you're not talking to me, but I remembered. I /KNOW/ when it will happen, now please come down!" Girls gossiped about exactly what he remembered and when /it/ would happen. It wasn't until now that I remember about our trick we played on everyone. They still thought we were 'dating'. Making a mental note to fix that, I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs.
Harry was fixing his glasses when I reached him. "Well..."
"Tomorrow at eight."
A/N: Enjoy and please review. I love to hear your comments.
Harry looked around the room, trying to take deep breaths. Dumbledore sat patiently behind his desk, while my uncle bounced around as if he were walking on hot coals. I was...well, I was just /there/. I knew whatever Harry had to say was important. One part of me screamed for him to hurry up; the other side understood that he needed to take his time.
Harry continued to look around the room. I could tell that he was working on what and how he would say it. Finally his eyes locked with mine. /Maybe he would finally speak! / I was not expecting what he said next. "I don't think you should be here," he said on a thin whisper.
"WHAT?!?!" I screamed. /Not be there? / I thought we had worked out this whole partner thing and now he wanted me to leave! "If it concerns Voldemort, then I have as much right and you do to stay..."
"Lorene..." my uncle said with a warning tone. I ignored him.
"If anything, I have more of a right. I'm fighting to save my uncle, you have no one to save..." I instantly wished I could take back my words. I didn't k now what made me want to hurt him, but I couldn't control myself. Harry looked away from me and towards the floor.
"Maybe you're right. I'm sorry." He only said it loud enough for me to hear. I wanted to shout that he had no reason to apologize, but I didn't. I wanted him to hate me. Why? I don't know.
"When you're ready, Harry," Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded his head and took one final breath. "I saw the warehouse. It was dark and little light shone through the hallways. Lorene and I walked through the hallways with of wands out. We came to a door and Lorene looked around. She nodded and we entered.
"Voldemort was waiting for us. Curse flew and we were barely able to throw the potion. The fumes filled the room, but Voldemort seemed unaffected. He gave a bone chilling laugh, and only increase when we tried to bind his powers.
"He threw us back and started to advance on Lorene. All the time he was muttering about how he would enjoy watching her die, like he enjoyed watching her mother die. I was scrambling up, but I seemed to be moving in slow motion.
"I saw him raising his wand in order to throw a curse, and I brought mine up to. I yelled /Avada Kedavra/ at the exact moment he did. Nothing came out of my wand, and I was helpless as I watched her die."
Everyone sat quietly. Tears were running down my face. What did this mean? What was going to happen? I must have spoken aloud, because Dumbledore answered.
"Harry must be experiencing, in part, what Voldemort plan on happening. This is our message that the time is here. Now you must think back and remember specific detail. Was there anything that would lead us to a time and date?"
"Why should we go along with Voldemort's time and date? Wouldn't that give him the upper hand?" I wanted Voldemort dead, and I wanted to be the one to kill him. The bloody git would get what was coming to him.
"We follow what he wants, because it's a guarantee that he'll be there."
"If I was dreaming about Voldemort wants, then wouldn't he know about the potions then?"
"No, as I said, it was parts of his master plan. Your mind filled in the missing blanks. Now, think hard and try to remember."
Harry sat with his eyes closed. Every once in a while his nose would scrunch up, almost like he was a little rabbit. As his face crumbled, everyone knew that we wouldn't be getting any answers tonight. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered.
"There's nothing to apologize. I recommend that you and Lorene head back to your dorms and try to get some sleep. As I've said, keep me informed." Harry and I nodded and we exited the office.
"I'm sorry about what I said in the beginning," Harry said once in the common room. My heart told me to rectify things, but my brain said that this was for the best. "Just work on remembering," as said as I turned my back on him.
Climbing into bed again, I had another hard time falling asleep. My heart cursed me ten shades of blue, but I ignored it. Why should I put my heart out there and watch it crumble. Harry probably didn't feel that way towards me and I was wasting my time. Plus, what happens if one of us didn't make it out of the warehouse? How would I be able to live if I confessed my love-yes, I finally admitted to myself that it was love that I was feeling- and then watched Harry die? What would happen if Harry felt the same way and then I died? He already dreamed that I was, so what would happen?
I tossed and turned as what if questions floated through my mind. At about four o'clock I finally fell asleep, but was awoken by tumbling and male voices. Doors were opening and girl giggling floated to my ears.
"Looks like Harry was trying to get to somebody..."
"Maybe she should come down..."
I tired to ignore the teasing and bantering. Why couldn't everybody just shut up and go back to bed. It couldn't have been later than five. I knew I had to get up when Harry called my name.
"I know you're not talking to me, but I remembered. I /KNOW/ when it will happen, now please come down!" Girls gossiped about exactly what he remembered and when /it/ would happen. It wasn't until now that I remember about our trick we played on everyone. They still thought we were 'dating'. Making a mental note to fix that, I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs.
Harry was fixing his glasses when I reached him. "Well..."
"Tomorrow at eight."