Not long before Christmas break, I was woken in the night to the sound of someone screaming. Immediately I was awake and grabbed my wand, making my little miniature dragon Prism gruff in annoyance as she slid off it but I ran out of the dormitory as the other girls started to groan. In seconds I was outside Harry and Ron's door and came bursting in to see Harry writhing on his bed with his friends gathered worriedly around him. "Away!" With a powerful command, all but Ron jumped back so that I could stride on over, ordering someone to go fetch Professor McGonagall. Harry was still screaming, clutching his head with both hands so I had Ron help me wrestle them away before I could seize his head and touch my wand to the scar. "Pax Vobis…dulce somnii…pax vobis…dulce somnii…" Gradually Harry began to quieten down, his thrashing lessening until his eyes flickered open and immediately started to search for something until they fell upon Ron.

"Your dad…your dad's…been attacked…" Harry was breathless and clearly still in quite a great deal of pain so I increased the potency of the spell as Ron just stared at him. "Your dad! He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere…

"Harry mate, you were just dreaming." Ron tried to tell him but Harry lashed again, striking with his feet as he tried to fight against me, desperate to try and make us understand.

"No! It wasn't a dream, not an ordinary dream…I was there, I saw it…I did it…" Suddenly Harry retched and I smartly moved back and once he was done, vanished the vomit as I then sat down beside Harry's bed, making him sit up a little as I touched his forehead to see him heavily laden with a fever.

"Can you tell where Mr Weasley was?" I asked, fully believing that Harry had not been dreaming. No dream could make him react like this, or feel so much pain. This was Voldemort's doing. "Was he somewhere you recognised?"

"No, no I don't know, I didn't see, but there was the snake, I was the snake and Ron's dad was there…we've got to do something! Mia he's going to die!" Ron was now silent, losing all remaining colour in his face as I put my arm around Harry and promised him that we would save Arthur Weasley. Thankfully Neville returned with McGonagall at that moment, having run for her after my direction to go. She hurried inside and immediately looked to Harry, Ron and I.

"What is it, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

"It's Ron's dad." Harry explained immediately, rushing to tell her everything. "He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen." McGonagall frowned deeply, asking what he meant by the fact he'd seen it happen. "I don't know…I was asleep and then I was there."

"You mean you dreamed this?"

"No! I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid, and then this interrupted it. It was real, I didn't imagine it. Mr Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attached by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someone's got to find out where he is…" We were all looking at him, and Harry must have thought that we thought he was going crazy. "I'm not lying and I'm not mad! I tell you, I saw it happen!"

"I believe you, Potter." Drawing herself up, McGonagall smartly tightened the belt on her dressing gown. "Put on your dressing gown. We're going to see the headmaster. She then turned to Ron and myself, saying that we ought to come too so I helped Harry out of bed, grabbed his dressing gown and flung it over his shoulders as he fumbled to put his arms through the sleeves, Ron hurrying to do the same. I summoned my dressing gown from my room then tucked my wand into the pocket, striding after McGonagall who led us to the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore looked like he hadn't even been to sleep yet, sitting up at his desk in his chair and looked surprised when the rest of us followed McGonagall inside. Harry explained what had happened, that his nightmare of a vision had shown him Mr Weasley being attacked, that he had been the snake, and as Dumbledore listened quietly, he waited until Harry was finished before standing up abruptly. "Everard? And you too Dilys." He spoke, now facing the many portraits along the wall of the previous headmasters. "You were listening?" He questioned them as they opened their eyes immediately upon being addressed. "The man has red hair and glasses. Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people." They promptly disappeared from sight and did not return, Dumbledore taking to sweeping about the room. "Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwarts's most celebrated Heads. Their renown is such that both have portraits hanging in other important wizarding institutions. As they are free to move between their own portraits, they can tell us what may be happening elsewhere…"

"But Mr Weasley could be anywhere!" Harry started so I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered to him.

"Think Harry, he was probably on guard duty tonight, which means Dumbledore and the Order will know exactly where he is." I said before we were all invited to sit down. I did so, and the moment I'd taken a seat Fawkes himself woke up and fluttered over, coming to perch on the arm rest between myself and Harry so that we could both stroke him.

"We will need, a warning." Dumbledore murmured, looking directly at Fawkes who sprang back up, circled the office once more then in a flash of fire, was gone. Dumbledore then did something with a strange instrument that I'd never seen before, muttering to himself as it began to puff out smoke to make the image of a snake as I was gripping Ron's hand, trying to console him as he was staring blankly into space. A few minutes later, the headmaster named Everard returned by running into his frame.

"Dumbledore!" We all looked up and paid close attention. "I yelled until someone came running, said I'd heard something moving downstairs – they weren't sure whether to believe me, but went down to check – you know there are no portraits down there to watch from. Anyway, they carried him up a few minutes later. He doesn't look good, he's covered in blood. I ran along to Elfrida Cragg's portrait to get a good view as they left…"

"Good." Dumbledore murmured as Ron clutched my hand even tighter, cutting off the blood circulation but I didn't let go. "I take it Dilys will have seen him arrive, then." She promptly appeared too in order to give her report, brushing silvery curls out of her face.

"Yes, they've taken him to St Mungo's, Dumbledore, they carried him past my portrait, he looks bad." Thanking her quietly, Dumbledore then requested McGonagall to go wake Fred, George and Ginny to bring them here. After asking briefly about how they were going to warn Molly, Dumbledore said that he would send Fawkes to tell her after making sure that no one tried to come in and interrupt us all. He then made a portkey from an old kettle as I held my breath, barely able to process it all. Mr Weasley would be alright. He had to be. I couldn't imagine…no. I won't even give the thought life.

Now finished with the portkey, Dumbledore then walked over to another portrait of a headmaster and began to call them. Phineas. He ignored Dumbledore for as long as possible before then dryly asking if someone called after pretending to jerk awake. "I need you to visit your other portrait again, Phineas, I've got another message."

"Visit my other portrait? Oh no, Dumbledore, I am too tired tonight." Suddenly, I recognised him.

"You're one of my ancestors." I realised, which earned a wry look in my direction.

"Well yes, little girl. I suppose that is true." However, the other portraits were now rousing themselves into a tizzy, yelling at my ancestor for insubordination and dereliction of duty. Eventually he agreed, taking a message to my dad to inform him that Arthur had been injured and that Molly, his children, Harry and myself would shortly be joining him. By that point, Ginny and the twins arrived so I got up as Ginny rushed on over, asking Harry what was going on as McGonagall had told them that he'd seen their dad being attacked.

Things moved quickly at that point. Fawkes returned with a flash of fire which meant Umbridge was on her way, then my great-great-great grandfather returned from his other portrait saying that dad was waiting for us. We were all clustered around the portkey, Dumbledore looking at us each in turn before sending us off, though just before we did, I heard Harry hiss sharply and when I turned, he was looking at Dumbledore with a cold, bloodthirsty rage.