Chapter 5 The Dream
"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley cried when they came through the door. "Thank goodness you're all right!"
She flung her arms around the three of them, causing them to bonk their heads together.
"Mom!" Ron said, "Geroff!"
"When you're father came back for lunch he told us what had happened in Azkaban!" Mrs. Weasley
sobbed. "All of those Death Eaters and criminals escaped and are running around!"
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, "I read the article and they said that they had accounted for half of the escapers."
"Still! One of them could be coming up the drive right now!" Mrs. Weasley nervously went to the window and peeked outside.
"Mom, calm down," Fred said, coming downstairs. "I'm sure that every one of those criminals will be back in Azkaban where they belong by tomorrow."
All of a sudden the door flung open and Bill came inside.
"Hey, I heard the news," Bill said. "Are you guys okay?"
Mrs. Weasley walked over to Bill and threw her arms around him.
"What's the matter with her?" Bill mouthed.
"Mom, I think you'd better lie down for a little while," Charlie said, taking his mom up to her bedroom. "I'll make some tea," said Hermione, as she put down her shopping bag.
A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley was in her bed and the rest of the Weasleys (except Mr. Weasley and Percy) were sitting around the small kitchen table, discussing the problem with Azkaban.
"Those Dementors didn't exactly do their job very well," Fred complained.
"Even worse, now the dementors will be walking around looking for the escapers," Almost everyone at the table shuddered. Dementors were dark creatures that were the guards of Azkaban. They were cold, soul sucking creatures that had no mercy.
"I just remembered something," Harry said, putting down his teacup. "Two years ago Voldemort (everyone flinched) sorry, You-Know-Who said that he would break into Azkaban and get all of his Death Eaters back. He also said that the Dementors would join them because they were their natural partners, or something like that."
"Well that's great," George said sarcastically, "Now we've got Dementors and You-Know-Who. What a happy group that will be."
"Well at least we have a defense against the Dementors," Bill said.
"We've got a defense against You-know-who too," Ron said, grinning at Harry.
"Oh, shut up," Harry snapped.
Eventually everyone finished their tea. Bill had to go back home and Fred and George retreated to the back yard. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to Ron's room.
"Well," Ron sighed, "What should we do now?"
Harry picked up his present and letter from Sirius that he never opened. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Dear Harry, it read.
Lupin says hello. I am going to be moving soon, to a safer location than Lupin's house. I'm not going to tell you where though. As for Voldemort, no there hasn't been much news. The only news that we have is that he got a new Death Eater who is supposed to be very powerful. We are currently trying to find the identity of this Death Eater. Anyway, I have to go now. I hope you like your present.
Sirius
Harry put down the letter and picked up the present. He opened the box that it had arrived in and saw... a book. He took the book out of the box and looked at the cover. It had a wizard on it that looked like he was attempting to perform the most difficult spell in the world. DEFENDING YOURSELF AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, said the cover. Harry flipped the cover open and looked at the pages. They were filled with the most difficult spells and potions that Harry had ever seen.
"Cool!" Exclaimed Hermione, jumping off of the floor and running over to Harry, "Oh Harry, this is going to come in handy!" Hermione took the book from Harry's hands and plopped down on the floor to read it.
Harry glanced at Ron who rolled his eyes.
All of a sudden there was a pop! Mr. Weasley and Percy were home.
"Molly!" shouted Mr. Weasley. "Molly! Are the kids back?"
"Coming Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from her bedroom. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny came running from Ron's room and stopped at the second landing.
"Molly are the kids back?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously, mopping his bald spot with a napkin.
"Yes, they arrived a little while ago," Mrs. Weasley said, pouring herself some more tea.
"Good-"
"Mother you haven't seen any suspicious characters around here have you?" Percy asked.
"No, not that I know of. I'll ask the children. Children! Could you come down here for a moment!" The four of them ran down the remaining stairs and into the living room.
"Did any of you see anything suspicious around the house or at Diagon Alley today?" Mr. Weasley asked sternly.
Ginny shook her head. Ron, Harry, and Hermione glanced nervously at each other.
"Well?"
Hermione cleared her throat, "While we were in Flourish and Blotts today we saw a man outside. He kept looking at us. When we left the store he followed us. Then when we looked back he was gone."
"Did you see his face?" Percy asked urgently.
"No-"
"Father," Percy interrupted. "I'm going to Diagon Alley to see if that character is still hanging around."
"He was wearing a greenish cloak," Ron said. Mr. Weasley and Percy vanished with a pop.
Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"Well, I suppose that I should start making dinner," Mrs. Weasley said, bustling off to the kitchen.
Hours later, Mr. Weasley and Percy still hadn't arrived back. The remaining Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione sat around the kitchen table, picking at their spaghetti. Mrs. Weasley kept glancing longingly at the magic clock. Eventually all of them mumbled goodnights and went up to their bedrooms.
"Well," Fred said, pulling on his pajamas. "Look on the bright side. At least we won't have to listen to Percy snoring like a rhinoceros all night."
"But you still have to listen to the ghoul," Ron said, pointing at the ceiling just as the ghoul dropped something very heavy in the attic. The four of them climbed into bed. It took Harry quite a long time to get to sleep that night. Even when he did fall into slumber it was restless and light. He sprang awake at almost every creak of the house.
Eventually he fell into a deep, deep sleep...
"My lord," said the man under the cloak, "I am sorry that I was not able to attend the meeting last night."
"It's fine, so long as it never happens again."
"Yes my lord."
Voldemort gazed out of the window where it was starting to drizzle.
"I hope that Nott brings back good news from his spy mission," Voldemort said. The man under the cloak grunted.
"My lord," spoke up the man suddenly. "I believe that Nott has arrived." Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door.
"Enter," said Voldemort.
Nott, who's green cloak was soaking wet, entered the dark room, where only a small fire lit the area.
"What news do you bring?" Said Voldemort.
"Not good news," said Nott nervously. Voldemort nodded for him to sit down. Nott's eyes suddenly spotted the man in the cloak. His eyes widened and he didn't sit down.
"SIT!" Nott fell nervously to the floor.
"On the chair you idiot." Nott scrambled off of the dusty floor and into the dusty chair.
"Anyway, my n-news is that P-potter knew t-that we were g-going to be looking for him," Nott stuttered.
"Knew! How could he know?" Voldemort snapped.
"I-I don't know my lord." Not said. " Anyway, Potter and his friends somehow knew that I was going to be following them. They started to run from me, when I tried to subdue them they only ran harder."
Voldemort cursed under his breath.
"That's not all, later that afternoon Ministry officials showed up. And they chased ME!"
"Did they identify you?" Voldemort snapped.
"N-no-"
"Good, that's the last thing we want." Suddenly Voldemort smiled. "I'm taking you off of Potter watch."
Voldemort turned his head to the man with the cloak. "And I'm putting you on."
The man in the cloak suddenly stirred.
"Good luck..." Voldemort said, "James."
The man ran his hand through his messy black hair and walked out into the stormy night.
"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley cried when they came through the door. "Thank goodness you're all right!"
She flung her arms around the three of them, causing them to bonk their heads together.
"Mom!" Ron said, "Geroff!"
"When you're father came back for lunch he told us what had happened in Azkaban!" Mrs. Weasley
sobbed. "All of those Death Eaters and criminals escaped and are running around!"
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, "I read the article and they said that they had accounted for half of the escapers."
"Still! One of them could be coming up the drive right now!" Mrs. Weasley nervously went to the window and peeked outside.
"Mom, calm down," Fred said, coming downstairs. "I'm sure that every one of those criminals will be back in Azkaban where they belong by tomorrow."
All of a sudden the door flung open and Bill came inside.
"Hey, I heard the news," Bill said. "Are you guys okay?"
Mrs. Weasley walked over to Bill and threw her arms around him.
"What's the matter with her?" Bill mouthed.
"Mom, I think you'd better lie down for a little while," Charlie said, taking his mom up to her bedroom. "I'll make some tea," said Hermione, as she put down her shopping bag.
A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley was in her bed and the rest of the Weasleys (except Mr. Weasley and Percy) were sitting around the small kitchen table, discussing the problem with Azkaban.
"Those Dementors didn't exactly do their job very well," Fred complained.
"Even worse, now the dementors will be walking around looking for the escapers," Almost everyone at the table shuddered. Dementors were dark creatures that were the guards of Azkaban. They were cold, soul sucking creatures that had no mercy.
"I just remembered something," Harry said, putting down his teacup. "Two years ago Voldemort (everyone flinched) sorry, You-Know-Who said that he would break into Azkaban and get all of his Death Eaters back. He also said that the Dementors would join them because they were their natural partners, or something like that."
"Well that's great," George said sarcastically, "Now we've got Dementors and You-Know-Who. What a happy group that will be."
"Well at least we have a defense against the Dementors," Bill said.
"We've got a defense against You-know-who too," Ron said, grinning at Harry.
"Oh, shut up," Harry snapped.
Eventually everyone finished their tea. Bill had to go back home and Fred and George retreated to the back yard. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to Ron's room.
"Well," Ron sighed, "What should we do now?"
Harry picked up his present and letter from Sirius that he never opened. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Dear Harry, it read.
Lupin says hello. I am going to be moving soon, to a safer location than Lupin's house. I'm not going to tell you where though. As for Voldemort, no there hasn't been much news. The only news that we have is that he got a new Death Eater who is supposed to be very powerful. We are currently trying to find the identity of this Death Eater. Anyway, I have to go now. I hope you like your present.
Sirius
Harry put down the letter and picked up the present. He opened the box that it had arrived in and saw... a book. He took the book out of the box and looked at the cover. It had a wizard on it that looked like he was attempting to perform the most difficult spell in the world. DEFENDING YOURSELF AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, said the cover. Harry flipped the cover open and looked at the pages. They were filled with the most difficult spells and potions that Harry had ever seen.
"Cool!" Exclaimed Hermione, jumping off of the floor and running over to Harry, "Oh Harry, this is going to come in handy!" Hermione took the book from Harry's hands and plopped down on the floor to read it.
Harry glanced at Ron who rolled his eyes.
All of a sudden there was a pop! Mr. Weasley and Percy were home.
"Molly!" shouted Mr. Weasley. "Molly! Are the kids back?"
"Coming Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from her bedroom. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny came running from Ron's room and stopped at the second landing.
"Molly are the kids back?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously, mopping his bald spot with a napkin.
"Yes, they arrived a little while ago," Mrs. Weasley said, pouring herself some more tea.
"Good-"
"Mother you haven't seen any suspicious characters around here have you?" Percy asked.
"No, not that I know of. I'll ask the children. Children! Could you come down here for a moment!" The four of them ran down the remaining stairs and into the living room.
"Did any of you see anything suspicious around the house or at Diagon Alley today?" Mr. Weasley asked sternly.
Ginny shook her head. Ron, Harry, and Hermione glanced nervously at each other.
"Well?"
Hermione cleared her throat, "While we were in Flourish and Blotts today we saw a man outside. He kept looking at us. When we left the store he followed us. Then when we looked back he was gone."
"Did you see his face?" Percy asked urgently.
"No-"
"Father," Percy interrupted. "I'm going to Diagon Alley to see if that character is still hanging around."
"He was wearing a greenish cloak," Ron said. Mr. Weasley and Percy vanished with a pop.
Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"Well, I suppose that I should start making dinner," Mrs. Weasley said, bustling off to the kitchen.
Hours later, Mr. Weasley and Percy still hadn't arrived back. The remaining Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione sat around the kitchen table, picking at their spaghetti. Mrs. Weasley kept glancing longingly at the magic clock. Eventually all of them mumbled goodnights and went up to their bedrooms.
"Well," Fred said, pulling on his pajamas. "Look on the bright side. At least we won't have to listen to Percy snoring like a rhinoceros all night."
"But you still have to listen to the ghoul," Ron said, pointing at the ceiling just as the ghoul dropped something very heavy in the attic. The four of them climbed into bed. It took Harry quite a long time to get to sleep that night. Even when he did fall into slumber it was restless and light. He sprang awake at almost every creak of the house.
Eventually he fell into a deep, deep sleep...
"My lord," said the man under the cloak, "I am sorry that I was not able to attend the meeting last night."
"It's fine, so long as it never happens again."
"Yes my lord."
Voldemort gazed out of the window where it was starting to drizzle.
"I hope that Nott brings back good news from his spy mission," Voldemort said. The man under the cloak grunted.
"My lord," spoke up the man suddenly. "I believe that Nott has arrived." Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door.
"Enter," said Voldemort.
Nott, who's green cloak was soaking wet, entered the dark room, where only a small fire lit the area.
"What news do you bring?" Said Voldemort.
"Not good news," said Nott nervously. Voldemort nodded for him to sit down. Nott's eyes suddenly spotted the man in the cloak. His eyes widened and he didn't sit down.
"SIT!" Nott fell nervously to the floor.
"On the chair you idiot." Nott scrambled off of the dusty floor and into the dusty chair.
"Anyway, my n-news is that P-potter knew t-that we were g-going to be looking for him," Nott stuttered.
"Knew! How could he know?" Voldemort snapped.
"I-I don't know my lord." Not said. " Anyway, Potter and his friends somehow knew that I was going to be following them. They started to run from me, when I tried to subdue them they only ran harder."
Voldemort cursed under his breath.
"That's not all, later that afternoon Ministry officials showed up. And they chased ME!"
"Did they identify you?" Voldemort snapped.
"N-no-"
"Good, that's the last thing we want." Suddenly Voldemort smiled. "I'm taking you off of Potter watch."
Voldemort turned his head to the man with the cloak. "And I'm putting you on."
The man in the cloak suddenly stirred.
"Good luck..." Voldemort said, "James."
The man ran his hand through his messy black hair and walked out into the stormy night.