Yay! I've finally typed this chapter up…I'm happy cause of 2 consecutive snow days!!!!
Chapter 6
He was running…no, he couldn't tell what he was doing anymore…or where he was. Suddenly a shadow overcame him, and he felt an unfathomable emptiness. He felt weak, and fell to his knees. Events swam through his mind, half of which went too fast to discern and the other half of which he didn't understand. But for a reason he didn't comprehend, he felt an overwhelming sadness…as if he'd never be happy again. These were all tragic events, the worst in his life he somehow knew, if only he could understand them. He wasn't able to, for the pain in his heart and head was just too great. Nothing made sense.
Coldness overtook him, and he shivered, feeling a cold stone ground beneath him. Looking up, he saw steel bars…and beyond them, a dreadful cloaked figure. All feeling left him, and he screamed.
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Sirius woke, sweat pouring down his face and body. His heart was pounding and his vision was blurry. Vaguely he registered cool hands laying him down, and a soft voice calling his name. He closed his eyes, then opened them. Sirius saw Illiar perched above him, his features creased with worry.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes…now."
"It must have been horrible."
"What? Oh…" Sirius shook his head to clear it. "I want to forget it."
"It felt real, did it?"
"Yes…d-did I wake you?"
"I don't think so. I was up myself from a…dream. You were thrashing, then let out a yell, so I woke you."
"Thanks. The others-"
"Are still asleep."
Sirius sat up, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. He crawled out of bed and into the bathroom, Illiar watching him curiously. The startled boy splashed his face and then headed to the dorm door.
"I can't sleep again yet. I'm going to the common room. Care to join me?"
Illiar nodded and followed the black-haired boy. They sat in front of a low fire on the red couch. Silence reigned for many minutes, and it was not altogether comfortable.
"You had a dream too, you said?" Sirius asked, having finally calmed down enough.
"Something like it…it was certainly disturbing enough…"
Realizing the boy would not elaborate further, Sirius spoke again. "Mine was just so real…I could feel it like…it really happened…"
"Can I ask what it was?"
"I was in…a cell…yes…and scenes passed before my eyes, most that I didn't know, but I got the feeling they had happened to me…and they were all bad memories. I felt pain…and like I'd never be happy again…"
"What was the cause of it?"
"What?"
"You were in a cell, and it felt real you said, but was there something real making you feel those things?"
"There was…a cloaked figure, at the end, then I screamed. I was curled up on the ground…"
Sirius's eyes widened as he realized what he had been dreaming of.
"Azkaban," he breathed.
"What?"
"It's a wizard prison. Hell on earth, I heard my parents call it. That's where I was, because the cloaked figure was a dementor."
"Some creature, I take it?"
Sirius turned and looked into Illiar's eyes. Illiar saw in a flash Sirius's eyes turn pale and hollow, then they were back to a slightly nervous, excited dark blue. Illiar blinked a few times, and realized he had envisioned the hollow eyes.
"They're the guards of Azkaban. Cold, ugly monsters…that can suck out your soul…"
Illiar was silent, a far away look in his eyes. "Azkaban, huh? Let's hope it's not some kind of premonition."
Sirius's eyes grew wide. "Illiar, don't scare me like that! I can't go in Azkaban!" (A/n: *tears* you poor, poor, abused and tortured man…we all love u)
"Relax…Nothing's happening now. I just said that because of my…dream."
"What did you see? It was some vision, wasn't it?" he whispered.
"I saw…a serpent…it wasn't what I saw; that made no sense…It was how it came to me. I wasn't yet asleep…a flash and it was so real in front of me, like I could touch it."
"This is unnerving."
"Tell me about it…"
They sat, staring into the dying embers until a creek upon the stairs alerted them to someone's presence. Remus stood at the top, looking at the other two curiously with tired eyes.
"Hey, Remus," Sirius greeted.
"What are you two doing up?" he asked, with suspicion evident in his voice.
"Couldn't sleep…disturbing dreams," Illiar answered, casting a glance towards Sirius.
"Oh. Me too," Remus said, seeming more relaxed.
"Join the club," offered Sirius.
Remus walked down, his amber eyes glinting in the dying light.
"Isn't it odd," Illiar mused. "Now more than half our dorm has fallen victim to bad dreams on our first night."
"It's nothing new for me," Remus said softly.
"Really? How often do you…deal with them?" Sirius asked.
"On average? Twice a month…once a week…It's been like this for four years."
"Too often, in other words," Illiar observed.
"Yes."
They sat in silence, Sirius and Illiar both curious about what Remus dreamt about but too scared to ask.
"How many more hours 'till morning?" Sirius asked, giving Illiar the impression he didn't like silence.
"Two hours until 6," Remus said.
"Well, that should give us enough time to plot revenge," Sirius said, his mood immediately lifted as he smirked.
"Upon whom, dear Sirius?" Illiar asked, his lips quirking upward. The boy was definitely growing on him.
"We already got Professor Brilen…But I think dear Snivellus needs a little more, wouldn't you agree? For being such a suck-up and tattle-tail?"
"Snivellus?" asked Remus, perplexed.
"Yes, my dear friend, Severus Snape!"
The three boys plotted and joked until the first person from the dormitories woke and came into the common room. It was only when Illiar was later getting dressed that he realized he had missed the perfect chance to ask Sirius what Brilen had meant by saying he 'knew Sirius would trouble the minute he was sorted.'
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"It's just not normal, Headmaster," Minerva McGonagall was saying as they walked down empty halls to Dumbledore's office.
"But not unheard of. Wandless magic is quite common among powerful wizards," Dumbledore answered.
"But this boy's muggle-born…I don't mean to seem biased, but it is more usual with purebloods… Even if many muggle-borns are powerful. And his magic was amazing…"
"It's all chance, Minerva," said Dumbledore, though his voice was softer, as if he was in deep thought.
"How much do we know about him, Albus? He appeared out of the blue, his past records are very vague and…complicated and …well…"
"Vague and complicated at the same time?" Dumbledore said lightly.
"You know what I mean. His parents used to live in London, where he was raised, and his grandparents live there now. Yet he was born in Finland, where his parents and most of his family live now. And we didn't learn of his existence until even less than a month before school! Too much of a coincidence if you ask me."
"Well…"
"And did you hear what Brilen said about him?"
"Brilen, I am sorry to say, is hardly a source of unbigoted information."
"I know sir, but it does add to the list."
"What do you want me to do? The boy's been here one day! Should I send him up for testing?" His eyes glimmered in amusement.
"The strangest bit is his transfigured needle, Albus. What do you say to that?" McGonagall pulledout the golden needle and handed it to the Headmaster.
He fingered it, examining the object with wonder. "You said he did this in a matter of seconds?"
"Less, sir," she said softly.
The Headmaster looked at her gravely. "Just inform me of any future…extravagances."
"Unnormalties?"
He smiled. "Spectacular events."
The Headmaster left, and uttering the password passed into his office, the golden needle still in his hand.
(A/N: Proud of the ending, if I do say so myself :) Hmmm…do I have to threaten to get some reviews? I don't want to be a cruel author and threaten to stop the story, but…ya never know…I haven't written the next chappy yet…think after 6 chapters I've deserved something? Well, maybe not… :( Maybe if I advertise SLASH or Sirius/Hermione…just kidding :) Bottom line: please review!!)
Next: I think Ameur will show up again…oh, and the years will go fsat cause there's more plot in the later yrs.