Harry Potter and the Helpers of Affrel
Chapter 5: Emotions Racing
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water....it was like ice. "Ahhhhh....!" gasped Harry, as the impact of cold hit him, but it was nothing to the impact of Harry having a premonition of betrayal...his friend, was handing him to Voldemort..! "Who was it?" Harry felt like screaming, or just like breaking down completely on the bathroom floor. Instead, he steadied himself on the sink,
"Why did Dumbledore leave me? Why might my blood help me? Its just blood!" and lastly thinking, "Alfie or some-one's 'Helpers'.....?"
He stared himself in the mirror over the sink, he was chalky white, trembling with emotions like anger, betrayal, and fear and felt like he'd been hit by a bus.
"Yes, nearly, it was purple" he mused weakly to himself.
He shook himself and decided he might as well feed Hedwig as he was up. He tiptoed back to his room, scared Voldemort might be lurking around any corner, wishing he hadn't left his wand all the way back in his room - he felt so venerable. He finally made it to the safety of his room and was relieved to find Hedwig awake.
"Hullo old girl." he greeted her warmly, gently stroking her. She hooted comfortly, as if she could sense how she felt. " Don't worry Hedwig, just another of my dratted dreams" he assured her, as he tenderly rubbed his scar. He glanced at his clock, it was 4am, Harry fed Hedwig and flopped into bed, too tired to resist going to sleep and risk dreaming. His last thought was of 'Alfie's' Helpers'...who were they? before dropping into an undisturbed sleep.
He got up to his alarm clock, gathered his things, and got a lift to Kings Cross from Uncle Vernon,
"This day couldn't come quick enough" muttered Vernon, as Harry thanked him, before he drove away. Petunia and Dudley hadn't said a word to Harry.
Harry blissfully sank into a Hogwart's carriage seat, which are of course very comfortable - nothing like Muggle trains - and was all ready to have a quick snooze, he was very tired, then jolted at the thought of having another dream, now determined to stay awake. He was just re-living the dream, getting to the climax, when the carriage door was yanked open, scaring Harry half to death.
"You scared the hell out of me Ron!!" Harry gasped.
"Sorry Harry," apologized the freckly boy with the red hair, " I didn't think." He peered closely at Harry,
"Gosh Harry, you're really pale. Not enough sleep?"
"Yeah..." panted Harry, not totally recovered.
"Don't mind me then, have a little snooze.... I'll find Hermione and."
"No!" pleaded Harry, startling Ron. " I can't." he broke off.
"Why?" asked Ron, "You sound really spooked...oh my God, you didn't?" Ron realized.
"Yeah, I...I had another dream..." confirmed Harry, and he started to shake. Ron felt uncomfortable, what should he do?...
"Oh my god! What happened Harry?" Cho had walked in and was staring at Harry , "Are you ok?" "Nothing Cho, Harry's just really upset, I think he might want to be alone..." Ron tried to lead her out. "No Ron, Cho should know, or people will start talking' about this, starting rumors.." intervened Harry.
"I wasn't going to tell anyone, honestly..." Cho said upset.
"Yes you were!" said Ron angrily. Harry butted in,
"Look, let me finish, I never said that, I'm sorry if that's what you thought Cho, you're all right..." then realizing what he'd said, blushed bright red.
"Well....what did you want anyway Cho?" Ron asked friendly, trying to make amends.
"Well...it was to ask Harry something actually...private" Cho said, blushing in her turn.
"What?" thought Harry in surprise, "Maybe.. Maybe she wants to ask me out? "He hoped, dream forgotten, fantasy beginning.
"I'll be goin', muttered Ron, before looking at them curiously, "I'll... er...find Hermione." and disappeared. Cho sat next to Harry and gave him a soothing look,
"Harry...why are you so upset?" she asked. She paused, Harry said nothing. "Sorry, I shouldn't of asked, I'll go now..." standing up.
"No," said Harry, grabbing her hand, she sat back down "I..I want to tell you. You know, sometimes I have premonitions. in dreams..about..Voldemort"
"No!" gasped Cho. "Yes...And they...they are for real. I mean. They come true" he whispered, "And, I've seen my own death..."
"Oh Harry....!" cried Cho. A tear fell down her cheek.
"Don't cry Cho....anyway. what's worse, is that a friend of mine helped him...BETRAYED me!..they handed me over to VOLDEMORT!" and he started to tremble again."This is all stupid, it's probably nuthin'.." he said determinedly, as Cho sat silently in horror, " What did you want..?"
"Well..." stuttered Cho, " I know Diggory died..and..and I wondered..Well...if it was evil of me to say...Harry,.."she looked him in the eye, " Oh Harry...I.. like you.." she went to run. "No.." said Harry, overcome with emotion, standing up and holding Cho "I like you too. I always have.." Harry thought they were going to kiss.
A/N: What will happen....you have to R/R to find out!
Chapter 5: Emotions Racing
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water....it was like ice. "Ahhhhh....!" gasped Harry, as the impact of cold hit him, but it was nothing to the impact of Harry having a premonition of betrayal...his friend, was handing him to Voldemort..! "Who was it?" Harry felt like screaming, or just like breaking down completely on the bathroom floor. Instead, he steadied himself on the sink,
"Why did Dumbledore leave me? Why might my blood help me? Its just blood!" and lastly thinking, "Alfie or some-one's 'Helpers'.....?"
He stared himself in the mirror over the sink, he was chalky white, trembling with emotions like anger, betrayal, and fear and felt like he'd been hit by a bus.
"Yes, nearly, it was purple" he mused weakly to himself.
He shook himself and decided he might as well feed Hedwig as he was up. He tiptoed back to his room, scared Voldemort might be lurking around any corner, wishing he hadn't left his wand all the way back in his room - he felt so venerable. He finally made it to the safety of his room and was relieved to find Hedwig awake.
"Hullo old girl." he greeted her warmly, gently stroking her. She hooted comfortly, as if she could sense how she felt. " Don't worry Hedwig, just another of my dratted dreams" he assured her, as he tenderly rubbed his scar. He glanced at his clock, it was 4am, Harry fed Hedwig and flopped into bed, too tired to resist going to sleep and risk dreaming. His last thought was of 'Alfie's' Helpers'...who were they? before dropping into an undisturbed sleep.
He got up to his alarm clock, gathered his things, and got a lift to Kings Cross from Uncle Vernon,
"This day couldn't come quick enough" muttered Vernon, as Harry thanked him, before he drove away. Petunia and Dudley hadn't said a word to Harry.
Harry blissfully sank into a Hogwart's carriage seat, which are of course very comfortable - nothing like Muggle trains - and was all ready to have a quick snooze, he was very tired, then jolted at the thought of having another dream, now determined to stay awake. He was just re-living the dream, getting to the climax, when the carriage door was yanked open, scaring Harry half to death.
"You scared the hell out of me Ron!!" Harry gasped.
"Sorry Harry," apologized the freckly boy with the red hair, " I didn't think." He peered closely at Harry,
"Gosh Harry, you're really pale. Not enough sleep?"
"Yeah..." panted Harry, not totally recovered.
"Don't mind me then, have a little snooze.... I'll find Hermione and."
"No!" pleaded Harry, startling Ron. " I can't." he broke off.
"Why?" asked Ron, "You sound really spooked...oh my God, you didn't?" Ron realized.
"Yeah, I...I had another dream..." confirmed Harry, and he started to shake. Ron felt uncomfortable, what should he do?...
"Oh my god! What happened Harry?" Cho had walked in and was staring at Harry , "Are you ok?" "Nothing Cho, Harry's just really upset, I think he might want to be alone..." Ron tried to lead her out. "No Ron, Cho should know, or people will start talking' about this, starting rumors.." intervened Harry.
"I wasn't going to tell anyone, honestly..." Cho said upset.
"Yes you were!" said Ron angrily. Harry butted in,
"Look, let me finish, I never said that, I'm sorry if that's what you thought Cho, you're all right..." then realizing what he'd said, blushed bright red.
"Well....what did you want anyway Cho?" Ron asked friendly, trying to make amends.
"Well...it was to ask Harry something actually...private" Cho said, blushing in her turn.
"What?" thought Harry in surprise, "Maybe.. Maybe she wants to ask me out? "He hoped, dream forgotten, fantasy beginning.
"I'll be goin', muttered Ron, before looking at them curiously, "I'll... er...find Hermione." and disappeared. Cho sat next to Harry and gave him a soothing look,
"Harry...why are you so upset?" she asked. She paused, Harry said nothing. "Sorry, I shouldn't of asked, I'll go now..." standing up.
"No," said Harry, grabbing her hand, she sat back down "I..I want to tell you. You know, sometimes I have premonitions. in dreams..about..Voldemort"
"No!" gasped Cho. "Yes...And they...they are for real. I mean. They come true" he whispered, "And, I've seen my own death..."
"Oh Harry....!" cried Cho. A tear fell down her cheek.
"Don't cry Cho....anyway. what's worse, is that a friend of mine helped him...BETRAYED me!..they handed me over to VOLDEMORT!" and he started to tremble again."This is all stupid, it's probably nuthin'.." he said determinedly, as Cho sat silently in horror, " What did you want..?"
"Well..." stuttered Cho, " I know Diggory died..and..and I wondered..Well...if it was evil of me to say...Harry,.."she looked him in the eye, " Oh Harry...I.. like you.." she went to run. "No.." said Harry, overcome with emotion, standing up and holding Cho "I like you too. I always have.." Harry thought they were going to kiss.
A/N: What will happen....you have to R/R to find out!