Author's notes: Grrrrrr, I can't believe this story fell into my head! Now
when am I supposed to revise?!? Grrrrr again. Um, please don't badger me
for parts every day because I remember how stressed I got last time. You
don't have to have read "Every time I Close My Eyes", as anything
important will be explained as we go along. Oh and just to clear
something up, Sirius wasn't cleared last time, he was on the Quidditch
pitch with Harry because everyone in Hogwarts at the time knew he was
innocent. Um, that's it, enjoy!
Disclaimer: U know the drill, I only own the story.
*Resistance.*
Ron Weasley couldn't sleep. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he could sleep,
he just really really didn't want to. Every time he felt himself drifting off
he slammed his eyes open and stared at the ceiling, listening to Fred's low
snores. This had been his nightly ritual for almost the whole summer, there
only being another two weeks to go. Ron desperately wanted the week to
pass, because, hopefully, his two best friends would be coming to stay.
This wasn't usual for Ron. Usually he wanted the summer to drag by,
school being something nasty to be avoided. But the events of his fifth
year had changed him. Ron's parents had been held hostage by Lord
Voldemort, and Ron hadn't known if they were dead or alive for days.
Even with them back, safe, in their home, Ron couldn't stop feeling lost
and alone. Each night Ron was confronted by horrible visions, his parents
chained together, bruised and beaten. His best friend, Harry Potter, being
tortured at the hands of a cruel Death Eater. Ron might have been able to
brush off these scenes as nothing but nightmares created by his
subconscious, but for the fact he knew they were real. These things had
really happened, and he had seen them happen through a device
containing Harry's memories.
Ron slammed his eyes open once again, mentally kicking himself. Of
course, he hadn't told anyone about his recurring nightmare. His parents
were already looking more tired than he had ever seen them, and his
younger sister, Ginny, looked to be only just getting over the last year's
events herself. That is why Ron so desperately wanted his friends to
arrive. Hermione had seen all that he had, he knew he could talk to her
about what happened. And Harry, well Harry had plenty of experience
with nightmares. 'My dreams are probably nothing compared to Harry's,'
thought Ron. He got up slowly, not wanting to fight sleep again so soon,
and gazed out of his window at the perfect full moon.
The moon shone down on Privet Drive, glinting off the glasses of sixteen
year old Harry Potter. Harry squinted into the darkness, anxiously
awaiting the soft swish of feathers or a flicker of white which would
signal Hedwig's return. Harry's owl had been gone for two nights,
delivering a letter to Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. Every time Harry
sent him a letter set the same sequence of events. Harry would stay up
ridiculously late each night watching the sky, then disappointedly fall into
bed. Then he would get up very early and stare around at Hedwig's cage.
Seeing nothing, he would walk dejectedly downstairs. Harry no longer had
to cook the breakfast, or do any other household chores. The previous
summer, Harry's Aunt had left along with Dudley to live with another
man. Harry's Uncle had got so mad he had attacked Harry, causing Mr
Weasley to stun him. Vernon had been taken away, where, Dumbledore
wouldn't say. This didn't upset Harry in the slightest, what upset him was
that he still had to stay at Privet Drive. Dumbeldore had told him the
protections on the house were made solely for Harry, and it was still the
best place for him to be. Harry had argued that since Voldemort was
trapped several thousand years in the past he wasn't in much danger.
Dumbledore had reset his anxiety however with a stern talk about how
Voldemort was highly unlikely to just stay put in the past. So Harry was
all alone in the house, except for a visit every other day from his old
teacher, Remus Lupin.
Remus checked up on Harry, ensuring he was eating properly and hadn't
blown anything up, but Harry suspected he was also checking his general
mood. The reason Harry was even now intently staring, awaiting Sirius'
reply, was that Voldemort has captured Sirius and the Weasley's just a
few months ago, and Harry had driven himself to distraction worrying
about them. Now, it was like Harry couldn't stand not hearing from Sirius.
It made Harry feel physically ill not knowing where Sirius was or what he
was doing. Harry knew he couldn't visit, it would be too dangerous, but
he couldn't help how he felt. The only bright spot he could see was going
to his friend Ron's house. Harry had avoided confessing his anxiety to
Lupin, but felt sure he could confide in Ron and Hermione.
Harry sighed, glancing at his calendar which was once again marked with
the word, "Weasley's", past his birthday cards to Hedwig's empty cage.
Bidding goodbye to the moon Harry crawled back into his bed.
Hermione rolled over under her blankets. The warm lump that was
Crookshanks fell with a bump onto the floor, his hissing making
Hermione wince. "Sorry." She whispered. Crookshanks, apparently
disgusted, made for the door, pulling it open with a well placed paw.
Hermione shivered in the slight breeze and got out of bed to shut it again.
The moonlight shone through the gap in her curtains, she could see the
moon was full as she squinted in the light. She wondered for a moment
where Professor Lupin was, then remember Harry's letter telling her about
Lupin's visits. Hermione couldn't believe one of her best friends was
basically living alone, and after all he had been through so recently. The
familiar wave of gloom descended on her as she thought of the events of
the past year. She remembered everyone's happy faces when Harry and
Snuffles had come back, closely followed by a beaming teary eyed Neville
and his parents. She wondered where her feeling of contentment had gone.
Voldemort was trapped somewhere far away, Neville's family had been
reunited, why did she feel so worried? Maybe it was the memory of
Harry's strained and pale face. He had been in so much pain, in so much
danger, and she hadn't even noticed. Of course, that had been the whole
point, he didn't want anyone to notice.
Hermione sank back into bed, reaching for her wristwatch. She peered at
the date, and worked out there were two weeks to go. Hermione always
wanted to get back to schoolwork, but this time she was extra anxious.
She wanted to be with people she could talk to about their last year. She
wanted to be with Ron and Harry. She would be able to tell Ron how
worried she was that she wouldn't see it if Harry was hiding something,
that they wouldn't know anything was wrong until it was too late. This
was beginning to be her biggest fear.
Then of course, there were other things she wanted to talk about. She felt
herself blush when she remembered a certain event from their last year.
She couldn't exactly share her anxiety about that with Ron. She felt
herself blush even harder at the thought. As Hermione settled down to
sleep, her thoughts were at The Burrow, where hopefully soon all her fears
would be put to rest by the people she cared about the most.
The bright full moon bathed the English countryside in silver, everything
was tranquil and calm. But it didn't last. A strong wind whipped up
suddenly, appearing from nowhere. A few leaves were blown off the trees,
and a low rumbling disturbed the night. Buildings seemed to vibrate, and
sleeping birds were startled into flight. Ron Weasley felt the window
frame shiver under his hand. Harry Potter was woken by his glasses
rattling on his desk. Hermione Granger jumped as Crookshanks ran back
inside, terrified. And where the wind blew strongest and the moon's light
created a false day, the leaves and dust created a dazzling silver
whirlwind. A flash, and it was gone, now only debris in it's place, but it
was replaced by shadow. A skeletal shadow with eyes of crimson. This
time, was a time for revenge.
when am I supposed to revise?!? Grrrrr again. Um, please don't badger me
for parts every day because I remember how stressed I got last time. You
don't have to have read "Every time I Close My Eyes", as anything
important will be explained as we go along. Oh and just to clear
something up, Sirius wasn't cleared last time, he was on the Quidditch
pitch with Harry because everyone in Hogwarts at the time knew he was
innocent. Um, that's it, enjoy!
Disclaimer: U know the drill, I only own the story.
*Resistance.*
Ron Weasley couldn't sleep. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he could sleep,
he just really really didn't want to. Every time he felt himself drifting off
he slammed his eyes open and stared at the ceiling, listening to Fred's low
snores. This had been his nightly ritual for almost the whole summer, there
only being another two weeks to go. Ron desperately wanted the week to
pass, because, hopefully, his two best friends would be coming to stay.
This wasn't usual for Ron. Usually he wanted the summer to drag by,
school being something nasty to be avoided. But the events of his fifth
year had changed him. Ron's parents had been held hostage by Lord
Voldemort, and Ron hadn't known if they were dead or alive for days.
Even with them back, safe, in their home, Ron couldn't stop feeling lost
and alone. Each night Ron was confronted by horrible visions, his parents
chained together, bruised and beaten. His best friend, Harry Potter, being
tortured at the hands of a cruel Death Eater. Ron might have been able to
brush off these scenes as nothing but nightmares created by his
subconscious, but for the fact he knew they were real. These things had
really happened, and he had seen them happen through a device
containing Harry's memories.
Ron slammed his eyes open once again, mentally kicking himself. Of
course, he hadn't told anyone about his recurring nightmare. His parents
were already looking more tired than he had ever seen them, and his
younger sister, Ginny, looked to be only just getting over the last year's
events herself. That is why Ron so desperately wanted his friends to
arrive. Hermione had seen all that he had, he knew he could talk to her
about what happened. And Harry, well Harry had plenty of experience
with nightmares. 'My dreams are probably nothing compared to Harry's,'
thought Ron. He got up slowly, not wanting to fight sleep again so soon,
and gazed out of his window at the perfect full moon.
The moon shone down on Privet Drive, glinting off the glasses of sixteen
year old Harry Potter. Harry squinted into the darkness, anxiously
awaiting the soft swish of feathers or a flicker of white which would
signal Hedwig's return. Harry's owl had been gone for two nights,
delivering a letter to Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. Every time Harry
sent him a letter set the same sequence of events. Harry would stay up
ridiculously late each night watching the sky, then disappointedly fall into
bed. Then he would get up very early and stare around at Hedwig's cage.
Seeing nothing, he would walk dejectedly downstairs. Harry no longer had
to cook the breakfast, or do any other household chores. The previous
summer, Harry's Aunt had left along with Dudley to live with another
man. Harry's Uncle had got so mad he had attacked Harry, causing Mr
Weasley to stun him. Vernon had been taken away, where, Dumbledore
wouldn't say. This didn't upset Harry in the slightest, what upset him was
that he still had to stay at Privet Drive. Dumbeldore had told him the
protections on the house were made solely for Harry, and it was still the
best place for him to be. Harry had argued that since Voldemort was
trapped several thousand years in the past he wasn't in much danger.
Dumbledore had reset his anxiety however with a stern talk about how
Voldemort was highly unlikely to just stay put in the past. So Harry was
all alone in the house, except for a visit every other day from his old
teacher, Remus Lupin.
Remus checked up on Harry, ensuring he was eating properly and hadn't
blown anything up, but Harry suspected he was also checking his general
mood. The reason Harry was even now intently staring, awaiting Sirius'
reply, was that Voldemort has captured Sirius and the Weasley's just a
few months ago, and Harry had driven himself to distraction worrying
about them. Now, it was like Harry couldn't stand not hearing from Sirius.
It made Harry feel physically ill not knowing where Sirius was or what he
was doing. Harry knew he couldn't visit, it would be too dangerous, but
he couldn't help how he felt. The only bright spot he could see was going
to his friend Ron's house. Harry had avoided confessing his anxiety to
Lupin, but felt sure he could confide in Ron and Hermione.
Harry sighed, glancing at his calendar which was once again marked with
the word, "Weasley's", past his birthday cards to Hedwig's empty cage.
Bidding goodbye to the moon Harry crawled back into his bed.
Hermione rolled over under her blankets. The warm lump that was
Crookshanks fell with a bump onto the floor, his hissing making
Hermione wince. "Sorry." She whispered. Crookshanks, apparently
disgusted, made for the door, pulling it open with a well placed paw.
Hermione shivered in the slight breeze and got out of bed to shut it again.
The moonlight shone through the gap in her curtains, she could see the
moon was full as she squinted in the light. She wondered for a moment
where Professor Lupin was, then remember Harry's letter telling her about
Lupin's visits. Hermione couldn't believe one of her best friends was
basically living alone, and after all he had been through so recently. The
familiar wave of gloom descended on her as she thought of the events of
the past year. She remembered everyone's happy faces when Harry and
Snuffles had come back, closely followed by a beaming teary eyed Neville
and his parents. She wondered where her feeling of contentment had gone.
Voldemort was trapped somewhere far away, Neville's family had been
reunited, why did she feel so worried? Maybe it was the memory of
Harry's strained and pale face. He had been in so much pain, in so much
danger, and she hadn't even noticed. Of course, that had been the whole
point, he didn't want anyone to notice.
Hermione sank back into bed, reaching for her wristwatch. She peered at
the date, and worked out there were two weeks to go. Hermione always
wanted to get back to schoolwork, but this time she was extra anxious.
She wanted to be with people she could talk to about their last year. She
wanted to be with Ron and Harry. She would be able to tell Ron how
worried she was that she wouldn't see it if Harry was hiding something,
that they wouldn't know anything was wrong until it was too late. This
was beginning to be her biggest fear.
Then of course, there were other things she wanted to talk about. She felt
herself blush when she remembered a certain event from their last year.
She couldn't exactly share her anxiety about that with Ron. She felt
herself blush even harder at the thought. As Hermione settled down to
sleep, her thoughts were at The Burrow, where hopefully soon all her fears
would be put to rest by the people she cared about the most.
The bright full moon bathed the English countryside in silver, everything
was tranquil and calm. But it didn't last. A strong wind whipped up
suddenly, appearing from nowhere. A few leaves were blown off the trees,
and a low rumbling disturbed the night. Buildings seemed to vibrate, and
sleeping birds were startled into flight. Ron Weasley felt the window
frame shiver under his hand. Harry Potter was woken by his glasses
rattling on his desk. Hermione Granger jumped as Crookshanks ran back
inside, terrified. And where the wind blew strongest and the moon's light
created a false day, the leaves and dust created a dazzling silver
whirlwind. A flash, and it was gone, now only debris in it's place, but it
was replaced by shadow. A skeletal shadow with eyes of crimson. This
time, was a time for revenge.