Needless to say, getting Molly to make a hamburger for dinner was
just about impossible. Saying that she was mildly resistant to the idea
would be the understatement of the year. So, instead of a greasy
masterpiece, she created a meal that would have made Martha Stewart
envious.
After the meal, the boys were stuffed to the gills. There were only a few games of Exploding Snap played this evening before the kids went off to bed. Things were abnormally quiet in the Burrow this evening. There were no late night pranks like anchovy toothpaste or anything of the sort since Fred and George were staying over at Lee Jordan's tonight.
The two changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. They spent a little while recounting the adventures of the day. Ron was still a little puzzled about the extra-early closing bookstore. "Who buys books in the middle of the night, anyway?"
"I have no idea Ron." Harry was thankful that the room was dark so Ron couldn't see him screw up his lips to hold back the giggles.
They chatted for another ten minutes or so until the sandman came in and took Ron away to Nod. Ron always has strange and startlingly vivid dreams and he remembers about one of five clearly. His most recent dream was him playing Chaser for Ravenclaw (Ravenclaw?) and having to throw Dumbledore through the goals and past the Hufflepuff Keeper, Margaret Thatcher. Dumbledore was constantly talking about the upcoming class picnic in the Forbidden Forest. Weird.
This time, the dream was much darker and Ron remembered very little of it. It started off with Ron in a field of indigo grasses. He was searching for someone. Two someones, actually. He wasn't sure who, just that it was imperative that he find them before it was too late. He looked all over the English countryside, traveling a hundred miles in a single step. He was looking everywhere. Up trees, in caves, abandoned houses, everywhere. He was having no luck. He was walking up to an age-old mansion that had seen better days during the Industrial Revolution. They were in there.
The dream switched. Dumbledore was sitting in the Gryffindor's common room and Ron was sitting across from him. "He will burn, Ron, he will burn. You mustn't be afraid. You must watch over young master Potter." Dumbledore waved a hand toward the fire and it erupted. "Beware the flames, master Weasley."
Before Ron could ask who would burn and what flames to beware, Dumbledore was gone. Ron awoke and was sitting in bed straight as a rail. He looked over at Harry and saw that he was sleeping peacefully. A small grin was making its way across his face while he slept. "At least one of us will have a good night sleep tonight," he said to the moon as he settled back down. He waited quite awhile for sleep to take him again.
Harry loved to watch the redhead fall asleep. Ron would slowly relax, starting with his legs and eventually his arms and face. He'd lay peaceful for a short while, then, like a runner off at the starter's gun, he'd start dreaming. He would begin moving like a dervish, throwing blankets around the bed. Harry could watch that every night and not get tired of it. He laid back and soon sleep came for him too.
His dreams were never as vivid as Ron's, nor as funny as the quiddich dream, but Harry tended to remember more of them. When he awoke an hour or so later, he remembered quite a bit.
He remembered being quite warm, like winter coat in the Bahamas warm. He was in some field and it was pretty dark. There was a sliver of moon that occasionally peaked out from the heavy clouds. Someone was crying in the distance. A small child ran up to him and pulled on his arm and said "they have your beloved." "Great, now I have to go to bottom of that bloody lake again. He strode off, but it wasn't to the lake. Lightning flashed across the sky, and in the short illumination, Harry was almost sure he saw tombstones around him. A cemetery. How nice. An explosion ripped the silence a few miles off. Harry sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake.
"Odd." He was going to ponder it more, but sleep came again very quickly. This time his dreams were much lighter. He, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were at a petting zoo and there was Dudley in the pig pen, eating garbage from the bin. His curly tail was pointing up and the four children laughed at him. In his sleep, a smile was spreading across his face.
Now we travel about 50 miles north of the Burrow, to the bedroom of one Hermione Granger.
She was standing in the middle of absolutely nothing. No up, no down, nothing anywhere. She walked around the nothing and saw, not surprisingly, nothing. A voice boomed from nowhere "He must make his choice. It is Law." Hermione jumped out of her skin at the sound of it. She looked across the nothing and saw a figure slowly come into view as lights grew brighter on him. It was Ron. He was standing with his hands outstretched and something in each of them.
"Ron!!!" she screamed. He paid no heed. The lights got brighter and she saw that in one hand he held a little globe of fire and in the other, a black skull. He was looking back and forth at the two of them as though the choice was nearly impossible.
"Ron!!!" she screamed again. He looked at her this time and then suddenly the lights went out again. She looked around and saw that the nothing had become a field. Harry was flying above it on his broom. She watched him for a bit. Suddenly, he fell. She fumbled for her wand to try to help him, but she was too slow. As he hit, she woke up, giving a short yelp.
She got up, figuring that it would be for the best if she didn't go back to sleep for a while. She wandered downstairs and fixed herself a mug of cocoa and settled into a cushy chair and watched the clouds roll by the moon through the living room window.
The three of them weren't the only ones to have dreams such as that that evening. All across England, all the Gryffindors were visited. Seamus, Colin, Neville, Dean, Lee, all of them. All the dreams were dark, and all seemed vitally important, but none of them could be sure as to exactly why.
After the meal, the boys were stuffed to the gills. There were only a few games of Exploding Snap played this evening before the kids went off to bed. Things were abnormally quiet in the Burrow this evening. There were no late night pranks like anchovy toothpaste or anything of the sort since Fred and George were staying over at Lee Jordan's tonight.
The two changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. They spent a little while recounting the adventures of the day. Ron was still a little puzzled about the extra-early closing bookstore. "Who buys books in the middle of the night, anyway?"
"I have no idea Ron." Harry was thankful that the room was dark so Ron couldn't see him screw up his lips to hold back the giggles.
They chatted for another ten minutes or so until the sandman came in and took Ron away to Nod. Ron always has strange and startlingly vivid dreams and he remembers about one of five clearly. His most recent dream was him playing Chaser for Ravenclaw (Ravenclaw?) and having to throw Dumbledore through the goals and past the Hufflepuff Keeper, Margaret Thatcher. Dumbledore was constantly talking about the upcoming class picnic in the Forbidden Forest. Weird.
This time, the dream was much darker and Ron remembered very little of it. It started off with Ron in a field of indigo grasses. He was searching for someone. Two someones, actually. He wasn't sure who, just that it was imperative that he find them before it was too late. He looked all over the English countryside, traveling a hundred miles in a single step. He was looking everywhere. Up trees, in caves, abandoned houses, everywhere. He was having no luck. He was walking up to an age-old mansion that had seen better days during the Industrial Revolution. They were in there.
The dream switched. Dumbledore was sitting in the Gryffindor's common room and Ron was sitting across from him. "He will burn, Ron, he will burn. You mustn't be afraid. You must watch over young master Potter." Dumbledore waved a hand toward the fire and it erupted. "Beware the flames, master Weasley."
Before Ron could ask who would burn and what flames to beware, Dumbledore was gone. Ron awoke and was sitting in bed straight as a rail. He looked over at Harry and saw that he was sleeping peacefully. A small grin was making its way across his face while he slept. "At least one of us will have a good night sleep tonight," he said to the moon as he settled back down. He waited quite awhile for sleep to take him again.
Harry loved to watch the redhead fall asleep. Ron would slowly relax, starting with his legs and eventually his arms and face. He'd lay peaceful for a short while, then, like a runner off at the starter's gun, he'd start dreaming. He would begin moving like a dervish, throwing blankets around the bed. Harry could watch that every night and not get tired of it. He laid back and soon sleep came for him too.
His dreams were never as vivid as Ron's, nor as funny as the quiddich dream, but Harry tended to remember more of them. When he awoke an hour or so later, he remembered quite a bit.
He remembered being quite warm, like winter coat in the Bahamas warm. He was in some field and it was pretty dark. There was a sliver of moon that occasionally peaked out from the heavy clouds. Someone was crying in the distance. A small child ran up to him and pulled on his arm and said "they have your beloved." "Great, now I have to go to bottom of that bloody lake again. He strode off, but it wasn't to the lake. Lightning flashed across the sky, and in the short illumination, Harry was almost sure he saw tombstones around him. A cemetery. How nice. An explosion ripped the silence a few miles off. Harry sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake.
"Odd." He was going to ponder it more, but sleep came again very quickly. This time his dreams were much lighter. He, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were at a petting zoo and there was Dudley in the pig pen, eating garbage from the bin. His curly tail was pointing up and the four children laughed at him. In his sleep, a smile was spreading across his face.
Now we travel about 50 miles north of the Burrow, to the bedroom of one Hermione Granger.
She was standing in the middle of absolutely nothing. No up, no down, nothing anywhere. She walked around the nothing and saw, not surprisingly, nothing. A voice boomed from nowhere "He must make his choice. It is Law." Hermione jumped out of her skin at the sound of it. She looked across the nothing and saw a figure slowly come into view as lights grew brighter on him. It was Ron. He was standing with his hands outstretched and something in each of them.
"Ron!!!" she screamed. He paid no heed. The lights got brighter and she saw that in one hand he held a little globe of fire and in the other, a black skull. He was looking back and forth at the two of them as though the choice was nearly impossible.
"Ron!!!" she screamed again. He looked at her this time and then suddenly the lights went out again. She looked around and saw that the nothing had become a field. Harry was flying above it on his broom. She watched him for a bit. Suddenly, he fell. She fumbled for her wand to try to help him, but she was too slow. As he hit, she woke up, giving a short yelp.
She got up, figuring that it would be for the best if she didn't go back to sleep for a while. She wandered downstairs and fixed herself a mug of cocoa and settled into a cushy chair and watched the clouds roll by the moon through the living room window.
The three of them weren't the only ones to have dreams such as that that evening. All across England, all the Gryffindors were visited. Seamus, Colin, Neville, Dean, Lee, all of them. All the dreams were dark, and all seemed vitally important, but none of them could be sure as to exactly why.