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Every Time I Close My Eyes Chapter - 19
The Weasley's stayed in the hospital wing until Wednesday. Harry and
Hermione stayed with them, trying to take their mind off everything. A
rumour had gone around that Draco Malfoy had tried to kill his opponent
in the second round. Harry didn't believe a word of it. Harry now knew
who he would have to fight to get the wish. Draco from Slytherin, a
seventh year Ravenclaw and a sixth year Hufflepuff. Cho Chang had
thankfully been knocked out in the second round. The Griffindor's threw a
small party to welcome back the Weasleys, but it didn't go on very late.
Everyone seemed to get tired more easily than they used to. Harry even
thought laughter sounded different now. Every time he saw something in
his friends, some sign of sadness, his resolve hardened even more to get
that wish and make everything all right again. He decided that for this
round, he'd train as hard as possible.
Ron woke up on Thursday morning, then tried to get back to sleep again.
It was so warm in bed, and the outside world had gone so sour, he thought
he may as well sleep through it. He didn't have to go back to lessons yet,
Dumbledore had given his family, Hermione and Harry until after the
competition was over. He rolled over to ask Harry what they should do
that day, but he was gone. Then he remembered Harry wanted to train
himself for the last round. As the other boy's left for lessons, Fred and
George entered with identical huge yawns. They sat on Neville's bed
across from Ron.
"Hey ickle brother." Ron just grunted in reply. George said,
"Going to get up? We could go outside, maybe do some flying?" Ron
looked at the window, and glared at the bright sunshine. How could it be
so nice outside when everything was so bad? Once again he compelled to
just run from the room and destroy whoever had taken his parents from
him. But he didn't know where they were, or who he was facing.
Hermione and Ginny wandered in and sat on Harry's bed. Ron said a
sleepy hello, then his eyes travelled to Harry's trunk. Harry had dreamt it,
hadn't he?
"Hermione," he asked suddenly, "What do you know about Pensieves?"
She looked at him puzzled, then answered,
"Not much. Why?"
"Well...." Ron began, "....Harry said he dreamt about....that night. And he
seemed upset about it."
"Where is Harry?" Fred interrupted.
"Er, he's training. Anyway, you remember Hagrid gave him that Pensieve
crystal for his birthday?"
"Yes?" Hermione still hadn't caught on.
"Well if he used it after he had the dream...." Hermione's eyes widened
with understanding, and she said,
"...then the dream would be in the crystal!" Ron and Hermione started at
each other, smiling, when Ginny asked,
"Um, what's a Pensieve?" Ron told them what Harry had seen in the
Headmaster's office the last year, how he had ended up inside
Dumbledore's memories.
"So....we could watch Harry's dream?" Asked Ginny.
"I don't know, that's why I asked Herm. Can we?" asked Ron. Fred
answered,
"Um, hate to put a damper on things, but wouldn't Harry mind us just
watching his memories?" Ron tried to dismiss this with a wave of his
hand, but Ginny said,
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be too pleased. I mean, it's like a .... like a ..." Her
voice trailed off. Hermione hugged her, and at Fred's questioning glance
mouthed the word, "Diary." Fred showed he understood, then said
brightly,
"Gin, what do you say to a spot of flying? Ronniekins can't be bothered
getting out of bed, but it's a great day. Want to come?" Ginny looked up
and grinned. The three left chatting about the Chuddley Cannons. When
they were gone Ron said,
"But it's possible?" Hermione looked disapproving, and said,
"I'm not sure. It might only respond to Harry."
"One way to find out." Said Ron.
Draco wandered towards Mortority's classroom. Tonight was his
detention for supposedly punching Harry. Draco scowled to himself. he
hadn't even been able to shout at Potter about it. The last time he saw him
was on the way to the hospital wing with Snape and the injured girl. He
had been so freaked out by the fact she was almost strangled to death he
had hardly noticed Potter was there. When he recovered himself and went
to find him, Draco was told he had gone into virtual hibernation with the
Weasleys. He was also told Harry had won Griffindor's second round.
Draco wasn't looking forward to facing him, not with Mortority putting
his nose in. That's if you live past tonight, he thought to himself, arriving
outside the classroom. He knocked, and opened the door at the sound of
Mortority's "Enter." Mortority looked in an even worse mood than before,
and gestured to close the door. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when
someone stepped out from behind it. It was his father, Lucious.
The two Death Eaters glared at each other, the hatred almost tangible in
the air. Lucious said,
"You will bring him back to the Dark Lord?" Mortority nodded silently.
Lucious turned to Draco.
"It is time, Draco. Follow me." Draco's heart was hammering painfully
fast, but he knew he had to obey. As they walked along empty corridors,
students blissfully unaware in their classes, Draco finally admitted
something to himself he'd long tried to hide. He was afraid. Of his father,
of Voldemort, but mostly of what would happen when he finally refused
to be a Death Eater.
Harry was exhausted when he got back to the common room. Ron and
Hermione were sat by the fire muttering to each other quietly. They
stopped as soon as they noticed Harry.
"Hey Harry." Said Ron, with what seemed forced brightness.
"What's going on?" asked Harry.
"Going on? Nothing, we were just...."
"Talking about the Geolite." Finished Hermione. Harry looked from one
guilty face to the other.
"Hmmmmm." Just as he was about to announce he was going to bed, Fred
and Ginny came in through the portrait. Ginny looked pale, and Fred
looked sombre.
"What is it?" The colour had drained from Ron's face and he had stood
up. Harry felt his stomach turn to ice.
"It's not mum and dad." Said Fred quickly at their worried expressions.
"It's Malfoy." Said Ginny. "He's disappeared."
Saturday morning arrived, the day of the final round. Dumbledore had
announced that with Draco's disappearance and other odd happenings
concerning the competition it was best to get it over with and get back to
normality. It made Ron smile to think his best friend might actually see his
parents by that evening. He and Hermione were getting no-where with the
Pensieve crystal, it hadn't done anything when Ron had picked it up. They
hadn't told the others they were still trying, as it upset Ginny so much.
Everyone had already left early for the start of the third round, and Ron
and Hermione had said they would definitely be there for the start. Harry
had given them an odd look, like he was pained somehow, and hadn't
even protested when Hermione had given him a good luck hug. He had
just smiled at her and clapped Ron's shoulder saying he'd see them when
it was all over. Hermione had narrowed the answer down to a few
different combinations of herbs and spells. She reasoned that if the crystal
thought Ron was Harry, it would show them the dream. She had taken
herbs from the Polyjuice potion and hair from Harry's comb and was
muttering over the crystal.
"Well?" Asked Ron impatiently glancing at his watch.
"Don't rush me!" Said Hermione for the hundredth time. They only had a
few minutes before the round started.
"Sorry, sorry. I just really want to see this dream!"
"I know Ron! I'm trying, just be patient!" Ron paced around her.
"Ron." She said with a warning note. He sighed, stopped pacing and
flopped onto his bed. He suddenly grinned as he watched her.
"This reminds me of the second year, holed up in that bathroom."
Hermione smiled into her work.
"Wow, that really took weeks to do." He added.
"It was fun though." said Hermione, not looking up.
"Fun? Fun being stuck in a toilet?" She laughed then.
"No, it was fun having our little secret going, the three of us. Sneaking
around together making secret potions. I guess some things really don't
change." Ron gazed at her.
"Some things do." He said quietly. She looked up surprised. Ron realised
what he had said and quickly added,
"Er, um, I mean, well, Harry for one. He's not the same after last year."
Hermione looked at him with a small smile a moment longer, Ron was
sure he was a red as a beetroot. Then she turned back to the crystal,
saying,
"Sirius disappearing can't have helped. But then, Harry's got us." She
turned and smiled at him again. He felt like his face was on fire, and
before he could stop himself, said,
"Hermione, would you...." He was interrupted however, when Hermione
finished the spell and the crystal blazed with light. Hermione fell
backwards, shocked, as images began to swirl inside it.
Harry watched as the Ravenclaw walked dejectedly back to their seat, the
Hufflepuff cheering seemed to stretch to the sky. The final round was on
the Quidditch field, and the stands were packed. There were plenty of
Slytherin's missing, still very upset over Draco's disappearance. Harry had
a nasty feeling that when he made his final visit to the Chamber of Secrets
there would be a new addition to the prisoners. Dumbledore spoke, his
voice magnified by his wand.
"Students, we come now to the end of the Geolite competition. We have
seen may fine duels and techniques, but also comforted many students in
the process. Applause please, for all the entrants." The stands were filled
by a thunderous clapping. Dean nudged Harry on the arm, grinning.
Dumbledore continued,
"When the winner had been determined, I will lead them to the enchanted
room housing the Geolite. They will have as much time as they wish to
make their choice, and will not be disturbed. The room is enchanted to
prevent anyone entering except the winner of this competition. I would
like to remind our two representatives, that the power of the wish is very
great indeed. Only use it when you know, in you heart, your choice. Can
the two remaining contestants please come to the duelling area?"
There was more thunderous applause as Harry walked shakily to the pitch.
Shining in the air were the words, "Harry Potter of Griffindor v Ryan
Harvey of Hufflepuff". Harry stepped over the line and turned to face the
sixth year boy.
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Author's notes: The end is getting closer! I will soon have my life back!
Anyway, as always R&R. The lifeless one must have got the message
because I am nasty email free :) More Lupin next time, the last round, we
actually see the Geolite and more Draco action! That won't be the last
chapter either, but we are getting there!
Author's notes: See bottom of page
Every Time I Close My Eyes Chapter - 19
The Weasley's stayed in the hospital wing until Wednesday. Harry and
Hermione stayed with them, trying to take their mind off everything. A
rumour had gone around that Draco Malfoy had tried to kill his opponent
in the second round. Harry didn't believe a word of it. Harry now knew
who he would have to fight to get the wish. Draco from Slytherin, a
seventh year Ravenclaw and a sixth year Hufflepuff. Cho Chang had
thankfully been knocked out in the second round. The Griffindor's threw a
small party to welcome back the Weasleys, but it didn't go on very late.
Everyone seemed to get tired more easily than they used to. Harry even
thought laughter sounded different now. Every time he saw something in
his friends, some sign of sadness, his resolve hardened even more to get
that wish and make everything all right again. He decided that for this
round, he'd train as hard as possible.
Ron woke up on Thursday morning, then tried to get back to sleep again.
It was so warm in bed, and the outside world had gone so sour, he thought
he may as well sleep through it. He didn't have to go back to lessons yet,
Dumbledore had given his family, Hermione and Harry until after the
competition was over. He rolled over to ask Harry what they should do
that day, but he was gone. Then he remembered Harry wanted to train
himself for the last round. As the other boy's left for lessons, Fred and
George entered with identical huge yawns. They sat on Neville's bed
across from Ron.
"Hey ickle brother." Ron just grunted in reply. George said,
"Going to get up? We could go outside, maybe do some flying?" Ron
looked at the window, and glared at the bright sunshine. How could it be
so nice outside when everything was so bad? Once again he compelled to
just run from the room and destroy whoever had taken his parents from
him. But he didn't know where they were, or who he was facing.
Hermione and Ginny wandered in and sat on Harry's bed. Ron said a
sleepy hello, then his eyes travelled to Harry's trunk. Harry had dreamt it,
hadn't he?
"Hermione," he asked suddenly, "What do you know about Pensieves?"
She looked at him puzzled, then answered,
"Not much. Why?"
"Well...." Ron began, "....Harry said he dreamt about....that night. And he
seemed upset about it."
"Where is Harry?" Fred interrupted.
"Er, he's training. Anyway, you remember Hagrid gave him that Pensieve
crystal for his birthday?"
"Yes?" Hermione still hadn't caught on.
"Well if he used it after he had the dream...." Hermione's eyes widened
with understanding, and she said,
"...then the dream would be in the crystal!" Ron and Hermione started at
each other, smiling, when Ginny asked,
"Um, what's a Pensieve?" Ron told them what Harry had seen in the
Headmaster's office the last year, how he had ended up inside
Dumbledore's memories.
"So....we could watch Harry's dream?" Asked Ginny.
"I don't know, that's why I asked Herm. Can we?" asked Ron. Fred
answered,
"Um, hate to put a damper on things, but wouldn't Harry mind us just
watching his memories?" Ron tried to dismiss this with a wave of his
hand, but Ginny said,
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be too pleased. I mean, it's like a .... like a ..." Her
voice trailed off. Hermione hugged her, and at Fred's questioning glance
mouthed the word, "Diary." Fred showed he understood, then said
brightly,
"Gin, what do you say to a spot of flying? Ronniekins can't be bothered
getting out of bed, but it's a great day. Want to come?" Ginny looked up
and grinned. The three left chatting about the Chuddley Cannons. When
they were gone Ron said,
"But it's possible?" Hermione looked disapproving, and said,
"I'm not sure. It might only respond to Harry."
"One way to find out." Said Ron.
Draco wandered towards Mortority's classroom. Tonight was his
detention for supposedly punching Harry. Draco scowled to himself. he
hadn't even been able to shout at Potter about it. The last time he saw him
was on the way to the hospital wing with Snape and the injured girl. He
had been so freaked out by the fact she was almost strangled to death he
had hardly noticed Potter was there. When he recovered himself and went
to find him, Draco was told he had gone into virtual hibernation with the
Weasleys. He was also told Harry had won Griffindor's second round.
Draco wasn't looking forward to facing him, not with Mortority putting
his nose in. That's if you live past tonight, he thought to himself, arriving
outside the classroom. He knocked, and opened the door at the sound of
Mortority's "Enter." Mortority looked in an even worse mood than before,
and gestured to close the door. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when
someone stepped out from behind it. It was his father, Lucious.
The two Death Eaters glared at each other, the hatred almost tangible in
the air. Lucious said,
"You will bring him back to the Dark Lord?" Mortority nodded silently.
Lucious turned to Draco.
"It is time, Draco. Follow me." Draco's heart was hammering painfully
fast, but he knew he had to obey. As they walked along empty corridors,
students blissfully unaware in their classes, Draco finally admitted
something to himself he'd long tried to hide. He was afraid. Of his father,
of Voldemort, but mostly of what would happen when he finally refused
to be a Death Eater.
Harry was exhausted when he got back to the common room. Ron and
Hermione were sat by the fire muttering to each other quietly. They
stopped as soon as they noticed Harry.
"Hey Harry." Said Ron, with what seemed forced brightness.
"What's going on?" asked Harry.
"Going on? Nothing, we were just...."
"Talking about the Geolite." Finished Hermione. Harry looked from one
guilty face to the other.
"Hmmmmm." Just as he was about to announce he was going to bed, Fred
and Ginny came in through the portrait. Ginny looked pale, and Fred
looked sombre.
"What is it?" The colour had drained from Ron's face and he had stood
up. Harry felt his stomach turn to ice.
"It's not mum and dad." Said Fred quickly at their worried expressions.
"It's Malfoy." Said Ginny. "He's disappeared."
Saturday morning arrived, the day of the final round. Dumbledore had
announced that with Draco's disappearance and other odd happenings
concerning the competition it was best to get it over with and get back to
normality. It made Ron smile to think his best friend might actually see his
parents by that evening. He and Hermione were getting no-where with the
Pensieve crystal, it hadn't done anything when Ron had picked it up. They
hadn't told the others they were still trying, as it upset Ginny so much.
Everyone had already left early for the start of the third round, and Ron
and Hermione had said they would definitely be there for the start. Harry
had given them an odd look, like he was pained somehow, and hadn't
even protested when Hermione had given him a good luck hug. He had
just smiled at her and clapped Ron's shoulder saying he'd see them when
it was all over. Hermione had narrowed the answer down to a few
different combinations of herbs and spells. She reasoned that if the crystal
thought Ron was Harry, it would show them the dream. She had taken
herbs from the Polyjuice potion and hair from Harry's comb and was
muttering over the crystal.
"Well?" Asked Ron impatiently glancing at his watch.
"Don't rush me!" Said Hermione for the hundredth time. They only had a
few minutes before the round started.
"Sorry, sorry. I just really want to see this dream!"
"I know Ron! I'm trying, just be patient!" Ron paced around her.
"Ron." She said with a warning note. He sighed, stopped pacing and
flopped onto his bed. He suddenly grinned as he watched her.
"This reminds me of the second year, holed up in that bathroom."
Hermione smiled into her work.
"Wow, that really took weeks to do." He added.
"It was fun though." said Hermione, not looking up.
"Fun? Fun being stuck in a toilet?" She laughed then.
"No, it was fun having our little secret going, the three of us. Sneaking
around together making secret potions. I guess some things really don't
change." Ron gazed at her.
"Some things do." He said quietly. She looked up surprised. Ron realised
what he had said and quickly added,
"Er, um, I mean, well, Harry for one. He's not the same after last year."
Hermione looked at him with a small smile a moment longer, Ron was
sure he was a red as a beetroot. Then she turned back to the crystal,
saying,
"Sirius disappearing can't have helped. But then, Harry's got us." She
turned and smiled at him again. He felt like his face was on fire, and
before he could stop himself, said,
"Hermione, would you...." He was interrupted however, when Hermione
finished the spell and the crystal blazed with light. Hermione fell
backwards, shocked, as images began to swirl inside it.
Harry watched as the Ravenclaw walked dejectedly back to their seat, the
Hufflepuff cheering seemed to stretch to the sky. The final round was on
the Quidditch field, and the stands were packed. There were plenty of
Slytherin's missing, still very upset over Draco's disappearance. Harry had
a nasty feeling that when he made his final visit to the Chamber of Secrets
there would be a new addition to the prisoners. Dumbledore spoke, his
voice magnified by his wand.
"Students, we come now to the end of the Geolite competition. We have
seen may fine duels and techniques, but also comforted many students in
the process. Applause please, for all the entrants." The stands were filled
by a thunderous clapping. Dean nudged Harry on the arm, grinning.
Dumbledore continued,
"When the winner had been determined, I will lead them to the enchanted
room housing the Geolite. They will have as much time as they wish to
make their choice, and will not be disturbed. The room is enchanted to
prevent anyone entering except the winner of this competition. I would
like to remind our two representatives, that the power of the wish is very
great indeed. Only use it when you know, in you heart, your choice. Can
the two remaining contestants please come to the duelling area?"
There was more thunderous applause as Harry walked shakily to the pitch.
Shining in the air were the words, "Harry Potter of Griffindor v Ryan
Harvey of Hufflepuff". Harry stepped over the line and turned to face the
sixth year boy.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes: The end is getting closer! I will soon have my life back!
Anyway, as always R&R. The lifeless one must have got the message
because I am nasty email free :) More Lupin next time, the last round, we
actually see the Geolite and more Draco action! That won't be the last
chapter either, but we are getting there!