He was back in the Ministry. The familiar black marbled tile clean as a mirror and cold to the touch. But what was he doing? And why couldn't he feel his legs or his arms? He was here for something...some reason. A purpose. He turned to look at the wall. But all he saw was a snake reflected back at him. Nagini? "Harry…" An eerie voice called around him.
"Voldemort may be after something." Sirius's words came back to him. There was a door. He had seen that door before. When he was to be there on trial. What was behind that door? "Something he didn't have last time." But what? What didn't he have last time? What was he after?
"Harry…." The voice called again. And this time he followed it. "Harry…" It was louder. And there was someone up ahead. A person...someone familiar. The person turned. It was Mr. Weasley! Harry tried to call out to him. Tried to warn him of Nagini! Arthur turned suddenly. Did he hear him?
Suddenly Nagini lunged. The scene seemed to flash as the snake attacked over and over again. Harry tried to scream. Tried to call Nagini off. He was bleeding. Twitching. Nagini wouldn't stop. "Harry!" He ignored the voice. He had to help. Had to do something. But what? "Harry! Harry wake up!"
Harry jumped awake and was face to face with Lellian, who looked at him terrified and worried. The Weasley boys stood behind her. Harry was drenched in sweat and panted heavily as he looked at them all. "Harry...You're pale and shaking like a leaf!" Lellian said. Placing a hand on his forehead. "What is it? What happened?" She asked.
"Nagini….Mr. Weasley…"
"What? What did you see?"
"He's hurt...Lellian, he's hurt!" Her eyes widened as she looked to the boys behind her. "Get Professor McGonagall. Ron, help me! We need to see Dumbledore. Now!"
After a brief escort from McGonagall, Lellian, Harry, and the Weasley's found themselves in Dumbledore's office. Harry stood before him while the Weasley boys helped Lellian comfort Ginny off to the side. "In the dream, were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore asked, pacing around his study.
"Neither. It was like I…Will you please just tell me what's happening?" Dumbledore stopped pacing and walked over to one of the paintings.
"Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people." Everard nodded.
"Sir." Dumbledore moved on to another picture.
"Phineas. You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey and will be escorted by Lellian Black." He quickly moved to another painting as Phineas hurried off. "Find Sir Nicholas and have him escort the Weasleys and Miss Black back to the tower for their belongings. They leave within the hour."
"They've got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he'll make it. What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it."
"Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to-"
"Look at me!" The room fell silent as everyone looked at him in shock. "What's happening to me?" With a tense air, Snape walked into the study and looked at Harry then Dumbledore.
"You wished to see me, headmaster?"
"Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable."
