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A/N: Don't you love it when inspiration hits you. It makes it so much easier to write. Anyways, enjoy and I'd love to hear your comments.
A week later, Dumbledore made the announcement during dinner. "For all those interested in learning more about fighting the Dark Arts there will be a class held in the Great Hall every second Tuesday of the month. You must bring your wand and cauldron. The first meeting will be held tomorrow at eight."
Everyone left talking excitedly. Those who didn't know about the club wondered what we would be doing, who was going to teach, etc. A few of those who were in the club last year approached Harry. "Why do we need cauldrons?" asked Ginny.
"We're not only going to wave wands around this time," said Hermione. "We will also be taught potions."
"Potions?" They all asked surprised. "You mean that you got Snape to agree to teach us? Man, I'd hate to see how he'll treat us in an after school activity," Ginny sounded a lot like her brother.
"Yes potions and no Snape is not teaching us. Although it would be great if he did. No offense," Hermione said to me, "but he really knows what he's doing."
"Who's going to teach us then?" asked Dean.
"Lorene is," said Michelle. "She's next best person to do it. Her uncle taught her everything."
We all separated and went along our ways. For some reason, I was exhausted beyond belief. While everyone stayed downstairs in the common room, I head upstairs and go ready for bed. Within second of climbing into bed, I was asleep.
/"Lorene. Wake up Lorene." I was being shaken awake. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother. "Come on sleepy head. Get dress and let's go."
"Where are we going?" My voice was heavy with sleep. My body didn't want to leave my warm bed, but my mother dragged me out of it.
"I need to show you something."
"Can't it wait?"
"Lorene Snape! You will do as I say! Now GET UP!" Very seldom would my mother yell at me, so I knew this was important. "Now, meet me downstairs."
I got out of bed and realized I was at my house and in my bedroom. But things were different. Nothing had change, but there was something in the air- something cold and dreadful. I quickly pulled on a sweater and jeans and went downstairs.
"Quickly, grab your broom. We must hurry." Mother was already heading outside and before I was even able to grab my broom, she was in the air. I followed her and we were off. Over the neighborhood we flew. Soon we reached downtown. She began to slow and before long she touched down next to a warehouse.
"Where are we?" I had never been here before. How could I dream about someplace I've never been before?
"Just follow me." She grabbed my hand and began to run. Through the hallways we went until we reached a door that was unlike the others. All the others were white, so they blended in with the wall. This one was blue. "Come in," she said as she opened it. Behind the door were some stairs. She led me up them and we reached an observation room. Below were a group of Death Eaters. I could only recognize one of them, but it made no since. What would Lucius Malfoy be doing here?
"Now listen Lorene," my mother said grabbing my attention. "You must remember everything you hear here. Understand?" She waited until I nodded. "You must be able to tell Dumbledore and Severus everything you learn here." With that said, she quickly pulled up the hood of the robe I just now noticed she was wearing. After she left, I turned back to the windows.
"Finally," sneered Malfoy, "our last person has arrived." At that moment my mother walked in. Her face held no expression as she took her place. "The Dark Lord believes it is finally time to act." The crowd around him began to mummer, but he stopped them. "Silence! He has built up his strength from his fight with Dumbledore. He grows impatient with hiding in this building. Each of you knows your job, so get to it."
Everyone began to leave, except my mother. Slowly Malfoy walked over to her. "He wishes to speak with you," Malfoy said. My mother nodded and then I heard, "Lorene, did you not hear me?"
Why would he be saying my name? I was confused and kept hearing my name. The dream began to fade./
"Lorene! Wake up!" Jessy shouts finally awoke me.
"What?" I yelled. I was still suffering from the dream. There had to be more to it. I was missing something. Why did Voldemort want to speak with my mother? Jessy was speaking, but I couldn't hear her. My body was filled with dread. Voldemort was going to kill her. That just had to be it.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I then raced downstairs leaving my roommates in complete shock. Once I left the common room, I stopped. Where was I going to go? I knew where Dumbledore's office was, but I didn't know his latest password. I decided to go to my uncle's room. My mother told me to tell him.
I raced down to the dungeons and of course I was stopped by Draco. "And where are we off to?" he asked.
"None of your business. Now move out of my way."
"Tsk Tsk. That's no way to talk to a prefect, especially one that's caught you bother another house's area. You know that nobody but Slytherins is allowed down here after dinner."
"If you don't move out of my way." I began to threaten him, but was cut short by my uncle. "What is going on here?" he asked.
"I was just about to bring her to you," Draco said to covered his own butt. "There seems to be something wrong with her."
"I need to speak with you now uncle," I said as I cut Draco off. "It's very important."
"Fine then." He knew I need to tell him more, so he turned to Draco. "Thank you very much, but we no longer need your service. Get to bed." After Draco left, he turned to me. "Now, what is it?"
"He's killed her. We have to talk to Dumbledore." I knew that tears were about to spring to my eyes, so I started to drag my uncle.
"Calm down," was all my uncle could say. Finally we reached the statue that would lead us to Dumbledore's office. "Ring Pops," my uncle said and the stairs appeared. We began to climb the stairs. We did not need to knock on the door, because Dumbledore, like always, seemed to be expecting us.
"Take a seat," he said as we entered. My uncle did, but I could not. I was filled with too much energy.
"He's killed her. I just know it. He's gone ahead and killed her."
"Lorene, you do not know that," my uncle was trying to comfort me, but it was little use. He himself was worried.
"Your uncle is right," said Dumbledore. He then handed me a letter. "This just arrived. It's from your mother." He gave me time to read the letter.
/Sweetheart,
There is no need to worry. Everything is fine here. I appreciate the
last letter you sent me. I'm so glad that you've made friends.
Remember what we talked about. I will see you shortly.
Love you always, Mom/
"She's not dead then?" I asked Dumbledore.
"No she's not." I felt so much relief. I then started to tell them about the dream I had. "Can you believe it," I said. "Voldemort has been in Texas this whole time." I looked at Dumbledore and Snape. "You already knew where he was, didn't you? What good is it to tell you this then?"
"Your mother has just told us that something big is about to happen. Voldemort grows impatient. He has a plan, and he's about to put it into motion," Dumbledore said. "Now, I thank you for passing on this information. You must keep this to yourself. Go back to bed."
I did as I was told and left as Dumbledore began to talk to my uncle. I was sad that I didn't pass on some great information, but nothing could dampen my cheerfulness that my mother wasn't dead.
A/N: Don't you love it when inspiration hits you. It makes it so much easier to write. Anyways, enjoy and I'd love to hear your comments.
A week later, Dumbledore made the announcement during dinner. "For all those interested in learning more about fighting the Dark Arts there will be a class held in the Great Hall every second Tuesday of the month. You must bring your wand and cauldron. The first meeting will be held tomorrow at eight."
Everyone left talking excitedly. Those who didn't know about the club wondered what we would be doing, who was going to teach, etc. A few of those who were in the club last year approached Harry. "Why do we need cauldrons?" asked Ginny.
"We're not only going to wave wands around this time," said Hermione. "We will also be taught potions."
"Potions?" They all asked surprised. "You mean that you got Snape to agree to teach us? Man, I'd hate to see how he'll treat us in an after school activity," Ginny sounded a lot like her brother.
"Yes potions and no Snape is not teaching us. Although it would be great if he did. No offense," Hermione said to me, "but he really knows what he's doing."
"Who's going to teach us then?" asked Dean.
"Lorene is," said Michelle. "She's next best person to do it. Her uncle taught her everything."
We all separated and went along our ways. For some reason, I was exhausted beyond belief. While everyone stayed downstairs in the common room, I head upstairs and go ready for bed. Within second of climbing into bed, I was asleep.
/"Lorene. Wake up Lorene." I was being shaken awake. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother. "Come on sleepy head. Get dress and let's go."
"Where are we going?" My voice was heavy with sleep. My body didn't want to leave my warm bed, but my mother dragged me out of it.
"I need to show you something."
"Can't it wait?"
"Lorene Snape! You will do as I say! Now GET UP!" Very seldom would my mother yell at me, so I knew this was important. "Now, meet me downstairs."
I got out of bed and realized I was at my house and in my bedroom. But things were different. Nothing had change, but there was something in the air- something cold and dreadful. I quickly pulled on a sweater and jeans and went downstairs.
"Quickly, grab your broom. We must hurry." Mother was already heading outside and before I was even able to grab my broom, she was in the air. I followed her and we were off. Over the neighborhood we flew. Soon we reached downtown. She began to slow and before long she touched down next to a warehouse.
"Where are we?" I had never been here before. How could I dream about someplace I've never been before?
"Just follow me." She grabbed my hand and began to run. Through the hallways we went until we reached a door that was unlike the others. All the others were white, so they blended in with the wall. This one was blue. "Come in," she said as she opened it. Behind the door were some stairs. She led me up them and we reached an observation room. Below were a group of Death Eaters. I could only recognize one of them, but it made no since. What would Lucius Malfoy be doing here?
"Now listen Lorene," my mother said grabbing my attention. "You must remember everything you hear here. Understand?" She waited until I nodded. "You must be able to tell Dumbledore and Severus everything you learn here." With that said, she quickly pulled up the hood of the robe I just now noticed she was wearing. After she left, I turned back to the windows.
"Finally," sneered Malfoy, "our last person has arrived." At that moment my mother walked in. Her face held no expression as she took her place. "The Dark Lord believes it is finally time to act." The crowd around him began to mummer, but he stopped them. "Silence! He has built up his strength from his fight with Dumbledore. He grows impatient with hiding in this building. Each of you knows your job, so get to it."
Everyone began to leave, except my mother. Slowly Malfoy walked over to her. "He wishes to speak with you," Malfoy said. My mother nodded and then I heard, "Lorene, did you not hear me?"
Why would he be saying my name? I was confused and kept hearing my name. The dream began to fade./
"Lorene! Wake up!" Jessy shouts finally awoke me.
"What?" I yelled. I was still suffering from the dream. There had to be more to it. I was missing something. Why did Voldemort want to speak with my mother? Jessy was speaking, but I couldn't hear her. My body was filled with dread. Voldemort was going to kill her. That just had to be it.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I then raced downstairs leaving my roommates in complete shock. Once I left the common room, I stopped. Where was I going to go? I knew where Dumbledore's office was, but I didn't know his latest password. I decided to go to my uncle's room. My mother told me to tell him.
I raced down to the dungeons and of course I was stopped by Draco. "And where are we off to?" he asked.
"None of your business. Now move out of my way."
"Tsk Tsk. That's no way to talk to a prefect, especially one that's caught you bother another house's area. You know that nobody but Slytherins is allowed down here after dinner."
"If you don't move out of my way." I began to threaten him, but was cut short by my uncle. "What is going on here?" he asked.
"I was just about to bring her to you," Draco said to covered his own butt. "There seems to be something wrong with her."
"I need to speak with you now uncle," I said as I cut Draco off. "It's very important."
"Fine then." He knew I need to tell him more, so he turned to Draco. "Thank you very much, but we no longer need your service. Get to bed." After Draco left, he turned to me. "Now, what is it?"
"He's killed her. We have to talk to Dumbledore." I knew that tears were about to spring to my eyes, so I started to drag my uncle.
"Calm down," was all my uncle could say. Finally we reached the statue that would lead us to Dumbledore's office. "Ring Pops," my uncle said and the stairs appeared. We began to climb the stairs. We did not need to knock on the door, because Dumbledore, like always, seemed to be expecting us.
"Take a seat," he said as we entered. My uncle did, but I could not. I was filled with too much energy.
"He's killed her. I just know it. He's gone ahead and killed her."
"Lorene, you do not know that," my uncle was trying to comfort me, but it was little use. He himself was worried.
"Your uncle is right," said Dumbledore. He then handed me a letter. "This just arrived. It's from your mother." He gave me time to read the letter.
/Sweetheart,
There is no need to worry. Everything is fine here. I appreciate the
last letter you sent me. I'm so glad that you've made friends.
Remember what we talked about. I will see you shortly.
Love you always, Mom/
"She's not dead then?" I asked Dumbledore.
"No she's not." I felt so much relief. I then started to tell them about the dream I had. "Can you believe it," I said. "Voldemort has been in Texas this whole time." I looked at Dumbledore and Snape. "You already knew where he was, didn't you? What good is it to tell you this then?"
"Your mother has just told us that something big is about to happen. Voldemort grows impatient. He has a plan, and he's about to put it into motion," Dumbledore said. "Now, I thank you for passing on this information. You must keep this to yourself. Go back to bed."
I did as I was told and left as Dumbledore began to talk to my uncle. I was sad that I didn't pass on some great information, but nothing could dampen my cheerfulness that my mother wasn't dead.