Chapter 18 The Dream Journal

Harry's mother sang a song softly into his ear. Decorated letters were dancing and swirling in his mind. The core of his magic was awakening. A part of his energy was released from behind and a shaft of the rainbow-colored lights proceeded into dark space. Fluid warm air pushed him onward. Gradually, rural landscape appeared from nothing. The wind shook the valley and hills. The reed field rippled in the breeze. He saw a lump of clay on the top of the hill. Then he found it wasn't clay, it was a dragon.

An enormous dragon, which was lit in the moonlight, opened his mouth. The slimy whiskers moved as he spoke. It didn't look weird at all. Its eyes stared at Harry with intelligence.

'I've been waiting for the descendant of Evans. Sadness has been upon me. The Queen failed. Our kind trusted in her once, but she betrayed us. Merlin promised safety. Thus, I had been hidden myself. However, his power seemed to be depleted. An slánaitheoir tú?'

'You mean, you ask me if I am a Savor?' Harry answered in the darkness. Though he hadn't learned Dragon language, he thought he could get what the dragon inquired.

The dragon didn't deny, which guaranteed that Harry could understand the dragon's language. He guessed it was a dream. He knew he was in a dream. If he woke up, everything would fade away. It was not the message like Voldemort sent him when he was one of his Horcruxes. Harry flinched by flashback, the memory, Nagini attacked Snape in the cage.

The gigantic dragon frowned, 'I caught the image, the great snake. Are you a Parselmouth?'

'No, I am not. But I used to be. It is a little complicated.' He wondered whether the dragon in front of him would be able to get what he said if he had had told him about the things he had experienced in the past.

As if the dragon read his mind, it spoke, 'It doesn't matter. I heard an old death cry of Evans through the magical energy of yours. You are lucky. I happened to be near you in the castle.'

'Can you see my memories? I suppose you are the one of my dream, so you are not real…'

'I am real, the Savor. I'll come back again.' The dragon was going to spread his wings.

'Wait, how will I contact you?'

'Read the book. You've already found the page and interacted with the words in the book.'

'Interacted with the …words?'

'Follow your own patronus.'

The dragon took off the ground and soared around the top of the hill and vanished. The full moon in the dark sky got bigger and bigger.

He woke up on the bed. Sitting up, he looked around. He was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Only the candlelight showed the nearest bed where a woman was sleeping undisturbed. She was professor Sinistra. Then the entrance door was open. The three figures were approaching to Harry. Hermione hushed when Ron made a joyful cry,

'Harry, you woke up. How're you feeling?'

The dragon in his dream had intelligence. Its eyes gleamed in Harry's mind…

'I talked with the dragon in my dream. Do you think it was real?'

Ginny stepped forward and her hand touched him on the forehead.

'You have a fever, don't you?' She looked anxious.

'No. I'm alright, Ginny.'

Hermione stared at Harry and said, 'You should better write down what you saw in your dream. I have a hunch you caught the message from outside through the Book of Dragons.

Harry quirked a brow, 'A hunch? It doesn't sound like you at all. You are one of the most rational persons in the world.'

Hermione smiled wickedly, 'I learned a lot from you while hunting for Horcruxes. Following my six sense, I could survive the war.' Her face got serious, 'I reckon you have something powerful and magical energy which responses to the book. I mean the Book of Dragons, Harry. The way how you fainted in front of us reminded me of your previous power, Parseltongue.'

Harry frowned, 'You think I have one more extra skill to communicate with the dragons? No way.'

Ron carried three stools from the corner and urged her to sit down. 'We have to leave for York early in the morning, Harry. If you need to record your dream, do it now.'

Harry reluctantly took a notebook and a quill pen from Hermione. He read the title, The Dream Journal on the cover.

Hermione spoke, 'Write down everything you remember. The other senses and emotion along with the image you saw. The automatic subtitle will lead you when you are lost. It's important to analyze what you saw in the dream to prevent the evil humans from using the dragons. Even professor Flitwick hasn't deciphered the Book of Dragons. Every professor has given it up for a long time. I guess the communication loss with dragons has managed to keep us from misusing them. If the thesis DADA teacher, Morgana Evans wrote is right, we have to find a way to prepare for the worst situation.'

'Okay, I'll try.' He opened the notebook.

As Hermione explained, the first subtitle emerged when the pen touched the surface of the first paper:

What You Heard and Saw along with Your Feeling

He focused on his mother's song. He was not sure the exact order of the songs, he stopped.

'You don't have to worry the accuracy, Harry.' Hermione encouraged him.

He nodded and the pen restarted moving.

The death cry of Lily Evans, her last cry always tortures me. Sense of helplessness, powerlessness throws me away into the darkness. I couldn't save them. My father, god father Sirius, I wish they could have survived and finished Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange before they were killed. Before my mother was killed, she seemed to have sung a lullaby in the alien words, but they were all beautiful and comfortable for me in her arms like I was drifting on the calm sea, and I might be confused, I might see a beautiful white horse coming beyond the waves or maybe not, just one of the pictures of the book. The song lyrics is about the theme that the humans are all evil and the magical creature is pure or something like that and Evans is the loyalist to the …dragons or the entire magical creatures…? I'm not sure.

He rubbed his eye while remembering a glimpse of her mother, her pretty and merciful face. Then he was confused. The image, the red-haired woman was switched into Ginny in his mind. Dazed, he stared at Ginny sitting by his bed. She had a smile and she was pretty and young just like his mother was. Sense of relief came back. He went back to writing when the other subtitle led him to the next line:

The Most Impressive Image or Message of the Dream You Think of

He didn't hesitate to record for the question:

A gigantic dragon talked to me like a king from the ancient time. He told me he was near me. I suppose he existed in the …

Harry stopped and told Hermione urgently, 'The king dragon was in the Forbidden Forest. Send a searching party, if you could, please contact with Charlie.'

Ron was surprised, 'How did you know? He is still here in Hogwarts. I haven't told you yet.'

'Why?'

'For the international conference which was held to discuss about the problem in the future based on the thesis, I guess it is Morgana Evans's?'

Hermione stood up abruptly, 'Morgana! How could I forget the name? She was King Arthur's enemy!'

Ron and Ginny blinked at her. Harry was also at loss. He hadn't read the Muggle books in Dursley's.

'Don't you know about her? Queen Morgana.' Hermione asked Ron.

Ron shrugged. Ginny shook her head. Harry was faster, he pulled his holly wand and sent his patronus message to Charlie. Seeing off the silvery stag, Ron said,

'Please explain. You said, the king dragon?'

'I'll tell you about it later, on the way to York. I'll finish the dream journal first.' Harry was engaged in recording the rest of his dream.

The king dragon existed in the Forbidden Forest. Oddly he had intelligence like humans. He taught me how to contact him. He called me a Savor. He promised me to come back again. He seemed to be sad since the queen he trusted betrayed his kind. He mentioned Merlin, he looked depressed by the fact that Merlin's power got weaken.

Harry lost the track of the record and the quill pen halted. As he expected, the other subtitle came to the surface:

What Is the Most Mysterious in the Dream?

Harry smiled at Hermione, 'This Dream Journal Book is brilliant. You are genius, Hermione.' He finished the last lines with:

Interacting with the Words on the Book of Dragons.

Tongue Twisters Lily Evans Chanted.

I Could Translate the Alien Words or Songs

by My Own Magical Power?

He closed the journal and passed it to Hermione. She opened it and checked what he wrote. After finishing, she looked extremely elated. 'I wish I could decipher all words of the book. Now I got you, Harry. You are the translator of the Book of Dragons. I mean, magically.'

'I could just grasp the part of them. It just happened. I couldn't control myself. Just the worst memories seemed to reflect on my dream. I thought it was just nightmare. If it wasn't, how could I translate the whole book at my will? The content of my dreams was made accidentally.'

Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, 'I don't think it was by pure accident. The magical creatures are more sensitive than us. They must have sensed something urgent like the Centaurs.'

Ginny retorted, 'I can't bear to see Harry feel sick and fainted. Is it really necessary for us to burden him with a new task?'

Ron expressed his approval, too. 'I agree with my sister. He has already had the other responsibility, investigation of the place where the witches were sighted.'

It was Harry himself who persuaded them. 'Trust me. I will be able to handle this. I guess it is easier to control the book than Voldemort's power. Or I wonder if translating the other people's thought could be my innate power, not because I was one of his Horcruxes…'

Their conversation was ended when Madam Pomfrey entered the room to check both Harry and professor Sinistra.

'Mr Potter, you need to rest more. Enough sleep will make you healthy. Off we go, Miss Granger, Miss Weasley and Mr Weasley.'

Glancing back, they left the hospital wing. Harry asked Pomfrey,

'Who found professor Sinistra? Where was she?'

'She was sleeping on her own bed when Headmistress McGonagall checked the room.'

'Is she alright?'

'Yes, she is. I let her sleep. After she gets healthy, you can ask her many questions. For now, let her sleep. And you need it, too, Mr Potter.'

Thanks to Hermione's magical Dream Journal, he fell asleep deeply not being disturbed by the conversation with the king dragon that time.

A/N: It was written for the Dream Journal Challenge hosted by Dojh167 and the Origin Story Challenge hosted by Noelle Zingarella.