A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 98: Toadless

"What exactly was that!?" Harry barged in and the light from the hallway was blinding compared to the utter darkness of the room. Hermione stirred in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I, on the other side, was hit by the door.

After the dream, nightmare, vision or whatever that was, I got up and wanted to go to see if Harry was ok and if he saw the same thing as me. But as I got hold of the doorknob, I took a faceful of solid wood; and fell, but that's not the point.

"I think you're the one who should answer that question."

"Oh, I didn- oh, God, your nose-"

"It's ok, Episkey. I'm fine(the sound that followed the spell wasn't really helping, but I was ok). Now, judging by your violent need for answers, I believe you just saw the black corridor too."

"Yeah, what's up with that?"

"Thing is, I don't know. I just saw it for the first time and didn't even stay much."

"You- first time? Really? I dreamt that corridor the whole summer. Only you weren't there. Still, you really don't know what that was?"

"No idea. But it wasn't the snake's mind this time. But that time it felt more real though. I don't think anyone was actually there this time. Maybe it was just a dream Harry."

"But if it is, why do I keep having it? It's not just about a few times Sel, I've been having it for months. And how comes you had it too? "

"I really don't know. We'll ask Dumbledore or Sev or someone. Just go to sleep now. And watch out for noses."

"Haha, very funny."

"Ok, now get- wait, how did you get here? The stairs are supposed to form a slide whenever a boy tries to get up here. "

"I don't know, I was just thinking about how much I needed to get here."

"Weird."

Harry left and I opened a window to let fresh air get in. It was chilly outside so the tiredness washed away immediately. What was happening to us? Aside from my own repressed memories (and occasional meeting with Death) I never had those kind of dreams before. Why was it happening now? And why did Harry have them before? Weren't we both supposed to experience the same Voldemort related things?

If I wouldn't have known that it wasn't true, I would've been tempted to say that things couldn't be worse. But that wasn't true. He could go on a killing spree if he had the determination at the point, or Umbridge couldn't expell all the non pure-bloods from Hogwarts.

But then again, I couldn't say our situation was the best ever. We had a pink toad following our every move, allowed to do almost anything to us, Voldemort on the loose and now these weird dreams.

At some point before sunrise I fell asleep on the wide rock window sill. Hermione woke me up in the morning, and the castle grounds were full of kids reading, learning or playing Explosive Snap.

"What hour is it?"

"It's about half past nine. Don't you want to eat something for breakfast? There's not much time left."

"You know we can go to the kitchens, right? They're open the whole day." I said, jumping down from where I was.

"Why were you perched up there anyways?"

"Nighmare; I woke up and opened the window to get some air. And it was comfortable there. I didn't mean to sleep there but I won't complain."

The day went just fine. Although Umbridge was back, we didn't meet her. The Inquisitorial Squad didn't patrol the whole day. Draco spent a few hours with Parkinson, Theo and Blaise under the tree next to ours near the lake. He seemed so happy and careless; all of us did. Such a shame it wasn't going to last.

The next week, all we could think about was the Hogsmeade weekend coming up. Harry finally unwrapped the mirror from Sirius and found out he was coming to see us (as Snuffles of course) on Saturday. We were going to spend the day with him. Even though the class inspections continued, none of the teachers had really bad evaluations. But she had ti achieve something that week, so she gave another Educational Decree:

"Teachers aren't allowed to talk to students about anything that isn't strictly related to the subject they are teaching."(e.d. nr 42)

It didn't work out in her favour though. When Fred and George started playing with Zonko products during her class and she demanded they tell her what they were doing, they told her that was not related to DADA, so she shouldn't ask them that. She confiscated their brooms and forbid them to play Quidditch anymore for "the lack of respect for their superiors and teachers" , but they said it was worth "seeing the toad so angry". They were going to get into real trouble if they continued like this.

Hogsmeade weekend; what we've been waiting for. But first we had to pass the Inquisitorial Squad to get out of the castle grounds. I got Draco to check my permission slip. He didn't even look much at it, but turned to me and whispered:

"Are you free for lunch? Cause I'm going to Hogsmeade as well today. And Pansy is staying here. "

"That'd be fun, I admit, but I have to meet someone today. Now, am I allowed to leave?"

"Yap, all good." there was little to no enthusiasm in his voice, but I ignored that and left. I met the others at the gate and we set off to the village.

"It's cold. You think he'll come?"

"Of course he will. That's what he said."

"I know, but what if there's someone else at the headquarters and didn't let him go?"

"You worry too much Selene. Just chill and let's enjoy the day."

"If you say so..."