"Turn in your essays." Professor Binns said in his droning voice. The Gryffindor 6th year class shuffled to the front of the room and put their rolls of parchment on his desk, all neatly tied up with ribbons. Jamea's was four pages thick. Adriana gaped at him.
"Jamea, you're an over achiever." She said as they went back to their desks.
"Not really. My parents have a whole crap load of things on Merlin." Jamea said and sat down. "I didn't even need to try hard."
"That's cool."
Professor Binns had begun the lesson and Jamea half-heartedly took notes.
"And while Merlin's Heir has ordered us not to say his name you'll be learning about him anyway." He droned. He took out a large book and read, "The Heir of Merlin was considered a myth for many, many years. But recently the heir was discovered and he has most certainly proven himself." Somebody raised their hand. "Miss- Miss Walters?"
"How old is the Heir and where did he go to school?"
"Miss Weensy, the heir is 34 and he attended this school." He returned to the book but the girl raised her hand again. "Miss- Waters?"
"What house was he in?"
"He was in Gryffindor."
Jamea was interested now, for the first time ever. He raised his hand.
"Mr. Weaver?" The professor asked.
"Potter, sir." Jamea said and cleared his throat. "Was the heir a good student?"
"He was a fair student." Binns said. "Nothing special."
"Well- how did he do in this class?" Jamea asked. "Just wondering."
"I said he was a fair student Mr. Lauderdale, and I meant it. He did nothing bad or good in any class except Defense Against the Dark Arts and Quidditch."
"He played Quidditch?"
"Yes." Binns said. "I think he did."
"Did you ever see him use his powers?"
"No." Binns said. "Now, on with the lesson. The Heir-"
"What was his name?"
"His name is not to be disclosed!" Binns said getting angry. "He and his wife do not want any more press attention. Now, the Heir has the powers of fire and telepathy and mind reading. He is famous for his temper, which went to the point of physical violence when he was fighting his greatest enemy-"
"Who was it? Who was his greatest enemy?" Half the class clamored. Professor Binns looked agitated.
"Names are being spared, for if you knew who he defeated you would surely know who the heir is and that is forbidden for me to repeat!"
"WHY?"
"Because- that's what the Headmaster told us all when his son was born. The Heir's child was put in grave danger when he was born." Jamea couldn't ignore the weird feeling in his stomach. And then was it his imagination or was Professor Binns looking at him oddly?
"What was the danger?"
"The baby is the child of two heirs, the Heir of Cyrena, the first witch and Merlin, the first wizard. Many dark wizards wanted to eliminate the child. The head of the Dark Wizards actually captured both of the heirs in their sixth year and had them in his service for a year. So when they were returned to the school-"
"When was their child born?" Jamea asked suddenly.
Binns gasped. "I cannot say. It is highly confidential information. Only the headmaster knows and the staff and-"
"Every other dimwit that read the paper 16 years ago…" Jamea muttered. Why did he feel so squeamish?
"Good point." Evan, his best friend laughed. Jamea grinned. "I'll bet half the people in here's parents know who the heir is."
"Most likely." Jamea said. "Maybe I'll ask my dad about it sometime, he is like some Merlin freak. I don't get him…"
"You're dad is awesome, Jamea." Evan said. "He's like the Quidditch hero of the century! When I met you I almost like, left a puddle on the floor because he's YOUR dad. You're dad is awesome."
"Uh huh. So what- he's the big Quidditch star who has the good looks, the most charming smile three years in a row, passed school with honors and with a kid. Come on, Evan, I know you met him once, but didn't you see how terrible of a father he is?"
"You turned out pretty good." Reed said from in front of him. (It was a known fact the kid was gay) "You even look like him, and your dad is yummy." He licked his lips and most of the class cracked up and Jamea looked mortified.
"Yuck Reed, you're doing the gross thing again." Evan said. "I thought you agreed not to- be flaming."
"I can't deny what I am." Reed said with a shrug and a giggle.
"Yes, it'd be hard to do so." Jamea said.
Reed glared at him.
"You know I'm kidding Reed." Jamea said sharply. He and Reed had been friends for a long time. (Nothing more than friends though, sorry you weirdoes…)
"Okay." Reed went back too his notes.
"Not meaning to agree with the Fag," Evan said and Jamea socked him.
"Don't say that." Jamea said. "It's really mean and really stupid."
"Jamea are you Gay?"
"No!" Jamea said loudly. Professor Binns looked up from his book. "No!" He hissed quietly. "I am not Gay, but I'm not an asshole either."
"Whatever, but not meaning to agree with Reed or anything but you aren't that bad of a guy. You get good grades and you're o n the Quidditch team and-"
"Evan shut it. I didn't ask to hear this."
"Jamea- your dad is just really busy." Jamie, his new girlfriend said from behind him
"Jamie, you haven't even met him yet!" Jamea said. Evan was laughing at them. Jamea had a tenor voice and Jamie had a deep and husky voice and they sounded almost the same at times like this when they were whispering and then their names were pronounced exactly the same so it confused many people. "He is never there and he probably doesn't even like me."
"Of course he does." Jamie said.
"I'm not looking for pity." Jamea told her sternly. "I'm no good at Divination but I don't need my powers to see what's right in front of me. My parents just were unlucky when they got pregnant with me. My mom pretends like she cares and my dad is all up with this bonding shit whenever he's home so we look like a perfect family. But really, I'm kind of like a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe. They probably can't wait for me to leave so they can go back to their infernal kissing."
"Gees." Jamie said. "I was just going to say that your parents are just really into each other, from what I've read. Maybe you just feel overshadowed because they are very involved with each other."
Class ended and Jamea stood up and kissed her. "I hope you become a shrink." He said when they released. She grinned and kissed him again.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Wasn't that weird for you today?" Evan asked very late that night. Jamea rolled over, still quite asleep.
"What, what, what?" Jamea asked and yawned.
"You know learning about your dad?"
"What?" Jamea asked. "HE wasn't mentioned today."
"Professor Binns lesson?"
"That isn't my dad, shut up." Jamea said.
"You're dad is the Heir of Merlin, Jamea. Didn't you know that?"
"You're full of shit." Jamea said and fell asleep again. When he woke, he didn't remember the conversation at all.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Are you coming to the match?" Harry asked Katherine.
"I don't want to move." Katherine said. Her stomach was quite swollen. "I don't want to move!"
"You don't have to!" Harry said. "Why don't you just stay here tonight? I'll order some pizza for you."
"I don't want pizza! It'll make me fat! I want some doughnuts, some Chinese food- something with noodles and also a smoothie." She said.
"Okay." Harry said. "Anything else?"
"Rent Charlie's Angels for me!"
"Okay." Harry said, kissed her and left. A while later he returned, bearing the items she had requested.
"You got me noodles!" She cried, overjoyed. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too." Harry said. "But I have to go win a tournament now. Page me if anything happens."
"Sure."
And with another drawn out movie kiss he was gone.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Jamea!" Evan said, jumping up and down.
"What?"
"We won we won we won!" He said. "Your dad won the Quidditch match!"
"Woo hoo." Jamea said and whirled a finger. "Let's pop out the champagne bottles and throw some confetti."
"Okay party pooper." Evan said and slouched into a chair. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing. My mom is pregnant, did I tell you that?"
"No." Evan said. "When does she deliver?"
"Like 3 months or something."
"Cool!" Jamie said and sat on Jamea's lap. "Boy or girl?"
"I don't know. They don't know."
"What are they going to name it if it's a girl?"
"They don't know yet."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "What do you want them to name it?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."
"They'll probably ask for your opinion."
"Maybe."
"Well?'
"Felicity."
"I like that."
"Me too. What if it's a boy?"
"Then something like Ashley."
"Ashley?"
"You heard me."
"You're so hot." Jamie said and kissed him.
"So are you." And he kissed her back.
Evan rolled his eyes. They had been doing the honeymoon thing for way to long now. Kissing constantly, having make-out sessions in the middle of the halls, probably having sex by now too, Evan thought with a wicked smile, Jamea certainly has the reputation for that.
Jamea broke the kiss and stared at Evan.
"Did you just say something about my reputation?" Jamea asked loudly. "Spit it out Evan."
"No!" Evan said. "Why would I say something like that?" He was scared now.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea tossed in sleep. He was having an odd, disturbing dream. His father, looking around 14 was very skinny and very short. Katherine wasn't in the dream. Harry and some other handsome looking boy were touching a shining cup that said "TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT" on it in engraved letters. Jamea's mind whirred, was this a true dream? And then the scenery had changed into a new surrounding, an overgrown graveyard.
He watched in horror as blood was drawn from his father's arm. Harry's face was very pale but nevertheless impassible as the blood was collected and thrown into a cauldron. And then a man rose out of the cauldron and his mind came to the conclusion of "Voldemort."
And then his father and Voldemort were dueling and Harry was on the ground, twitching in pain from one of the Unforgivable Curses. Jamea wanted to scream. What kind of cruel world was this? Was it real? And then people were coming out of Voldemort's wand. Who were they? What importance did they have? And then the spitting image of himself and his father tumbled out of the wand and Jamea knew it was his grandfather. Harry himself looked incredibly shocked and he was swallowing hard every three seconds or so. His father was limping quickly towards the cup now and as soon as his hand touched it-Jamea woke up.
"You're screaming really loud, Chap." Said Professor McGonagall. "Glad to see you're okay. Reminds me so much of your father when you do things like that…" And she left. Evan, Reed and the other boy in their dormitory, Kyle rounded on him.
"You scared us to death." Said Reed, very pale.
"What happened?" Jamea said and rubbed his temples. His whole body ached.
"I don't know. You started talking really loudly about your dad and the Triwizard something or other." Reed said.
"Tournament." The other boys corrected quickly.
"And then you just started screaming for like four minutes strait and then Professor McGonagall came up here and woke you up magically." Reed finished. "And you were screaming really loudly too. What were you dreaming about?'
"Nothing." Jamea lied. "I can't remember." And the boys tried to fall asleep again. Sirius's words from that summer, "your dad has had some tough years. He was tortured a lot." He knew what he had seen just now was real, and he shuddered.
But that had to be the worst part of his life, Jamea told himself. Anything else would be inhuman.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Professor McGonagall notified Harry and Katherine about their son's odd behaivior. Harry was now looking at the letter she had sent them, disbelieving.
"Katherine, he's having bad dreams."
"Bad dreams?" She said. "We all have them."
"McGonagall said she couldn't get him out of the dream without her magic though. I'm the only other person, she says, that she's ever had to do that too. Weird."
"Yes." Katherine said. "Did she say what he was dreaming about?
"She said she asked but he said he couldn't remember, but I'll bet that's just him avoiding confrontation."
"Most likely." Katherine said. "But I hope he feels better."
"Me too." Harry said. "I'll send him something that always helped me get through those nights maybe…"
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"What the hell?" Jamea asked as his father's owl landed on his bowl of cereal. "Get of you stupid animal!"
"Jamea!" Jamie scolded and took the owl. "Hey look, somebody sent you a package."
"What?" Jamea asked. "Well that's unexpected." He took the small package in his hands. A letter was attached. His father's untidy scrawl met his eyes:
Jamea,
Professor McGonagall sent me a letter that said you were having dreams. No, don't scowl at me, Jamea; I know what I'm talking about for once. I had those dreams too. I would wake up screaming and sweating and my head would feel like it was going to explode. I guess it runs in the family. Anyways, enclosed is a little vial for dreamless sleep, way watered down. So the bad stuff is filtered out. Just make sure your friends wake you up if you over sleep…your mom's stomach is huge. She lays in bed a lot watching baby movies like Look Who's Talking Now. It's a little funny, a little scary how moody she is. She sent me out to go get a liter of soda yesterday and when I came back she seemed sure she told me to get ice cream. I'm a little worn out. Hope you're having fun in school. Try not to fall asleep in Binns class, same goes for Tools class and don't let Trelawney get you down with fake readings with her tarot cards.
Love,
Dad
Jamea rolled his eyes. He was trying WAY to hard.
"That was really nice of him, Jamea." Jamie said. "I mean, really nice. Your dad sounds so nice."
"Really, cause I want to strangle him." Jamea said.
"What? Why?"
"He's trying to hard to get us to be friends. Ever since he hit me this summer he's been pretty nice to me."
"Who hit you?" Said a voice from behind them. Jamea jumped and spun around.
"Reed, knock it out." He said. "My dad lost his temper and hit me this summer. Left a bruise."
"What?" Jamie said. "Harry Potter abuses his kid? That's of character.'
"Not really. I deserved it. I said something like he only married my mom because he got her pregnant and some other things."
"That was rude." Jamie said. "But he shouldn't have hit you."
"That's what everybody said." Jamea said with a shrug. "I'm over it, but he doesn't know that yet."
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea stared at the vile his dad had sent him. He didn't want to use it. But three times this week he'd woken up after a very vivid dream that didn't make sense. One where Harry had died saving Hermione's life, one where he was engulfed in a white light with Merlin and Voldemort was outside of the light, dying. The vial was looking very nice now.
"Wake me up if I'm not up tomorrow morning." Jamea said and put a little drop of the liquid on his tongue. He feel onto his bed into a fast sleep.
When his friends woke him up the next morning, he felt like a coward. Was he running away from his fears? After all it was just a dream. Dreams couldn't hurt him. Maybe he'd not use the vial anymore…he was just running away from something and that wasn't very manly.
That night he was tormented by dreams of his grandparent's murders.
In a way, he realized the next week; he was getting a warped wish. When he said he wanted to know more about his dad he had meant it, but not like this. When his dad screamed in his dreams, so did Jamea. And as much as the dreams fascinated him, he started drinking the Dreamless Sleep potion again when he had a dream about Harry dueling with Draco Malfoy and then there was a ball of fire mysteriously placed in his had.
Jamea felt his imagination was running away with him when that happened and he had grown so accustomed to TRUE dreams that now nothing else would suffice.
A/N: I'm so bored where I am right now that I've decided to make this a longer series, so be happy. This chapter is dedicated to TinaBedina because she is a great reviewer, no matter how redundant. Keep it up!
"Jamea, you're an over achiever." She said as they went back to their desks.
"Not really. My parents have a whole crap load of things on Merlin." Jamea said and sat down. "I didn't even need to try hard."
"That's cool."
Professor Binns had begun the lesson and Jamea half-heartedly took notes.
"And while Merlin's Heir has ordered us not to say his name you'll be learning about him anyway." He droned. He took out a large book and read, "The Heir of Merlin was considered a myth for many, many years. But recently the heir was discovered and he has most certainly proven himself." Somebody raised their hand. "Miss- Miss Walters?"
"How old is the Heir and where did he go to school?"
"Miss Weensy, the heir is 34 and he attended this school." He returned to the book but the girl raised her hand again. "Miss- Waters?"
"What house was he in?"
"He was in Gryffindor."
Jamea was interested now, for the first time ever. He raised his hand.
"Mr. Weaver?" The professor asked.
"Potter, sir." Jamea said and cleared his throat. "Was the heir a good student?"
"He was a fair student." Binns said. "Nothing special."
"Well- how did he do in this class?" Jamea asked. "Just wondering."
"I said he was a fair student Mr. Lauderdale, and I meant it. He did nothing bad or good in any class except Defense Against the Dark Arts and Quidditch."
"He played Quidditch?"
"Yes." Binns said. "I think he did."
"Did you ever see him use his powers?"
"No." Binns said. "Now, on with the lesson. The Heir-"
"What was his name?"
"His name is not to be disclosed!" Binns said getting angry. "He and his wife do not want any more press attention. Now, the Heir has the powers of fire and telepathy and mind reading. He is famous for his temper, which went to the point of physical violence when he was fighting his greatest enemy-"
"Who was it? Who was his greatest enemy?" Half the class clamored. Professor Binns looked agitated.
"Names are being spared, for if you knew who he defeated you would surely know who the heir is and that is forbidden for me to repeat!"
"WHY?"
"Because- that's what the Headmaster told us all when his son was born. The Heir's child was put in grave danger when he was born." Jamea couldn't ignore the weird feeling in his stomach. And then was it his imagination or was Professor Binns looking at him oddly?
"What was the danger?"
"The baby is the child of two heirs, the Heir of Cyrena, the first witch and Merlin, the first wizard. Many dark wizards wanted to eliminate the child. The head of the Dark Wizards actually captured both of the heirs in their sixth year and had them in his service for a year. So when they were returned to the school-"
"When was their child born?" Jamea asked suddenly.
Binns gasped. "I cannot say. It is highly confidential information. Only the headmaster knows and the staff and-"
"Every other dimwit that read the paper 16 years ago…" Jamea muttered. Why did he feel so squeamish?
"Good point." Evan, his best friend laughed. Jamea grinned. "I'll bet half the people in here's parents know who the heir is."
"Most likely." Jamea said. "Maybe I'll ask my dad about it sometime, he is like some Merlin freak. I don't get him…"
"You're dad is awesome, Jamea." Evan said. "He's like the Quidditch hero of the century! When I met you I almost like, left a puddle on the floor because he's YOUR dad. You're dad is awesome."
"Uh huh. So what- he's the big Quidditch star who has the good looks, the most charming smile three years in a row, passed school with honors and with a kid. Come on, Evan, I know you met him once, but didn't you see how terrible of a father he is?"
"You turned out pretty good." Reed said from in front of him. (It was a known fact the kid was gay) "You even look like him, and your dad is yummy." He licked his lips and most of the class cracked up and Jamea looked mortified.
"Yuck Reed, you're doing the gross thing again." Evan said. "I thought you agreed not to- be flaming."
"I can't deny what I am." Reed said with a shrug and a giggle.
"Yes, it'd be hard to do so." Jamea said.
Reed glared at him.
"You know I'm kidding Reed." Jamea said sharply. He and Reed had been friends for a long time. (Nothing more than friends though, sorry you weirdoes…)
"Okay." Reed went back too his notes.
"Not meaning to agree with the Fag," Evan said and Jamea socked him.
"Don't say that." Jamea said. "It's really mean and really stupid."
"Jamea are you Gay?"
"No!" Jamea said loudly. Professor Binns looked up from his book. "No!" He hissed quietly. "I am not Gay, but I'm not an asshole either."
"Whatever, but not meaning to agree with Reed or anything but you aren't that bad of a guy. You get good grades and you're o n the Quidditch team and-"
"Evan shut it. I didn't ask to hear this."
"Jamea- your dad is just really busy." Jamie, his new girlfriend said from behind him
"Jamie, you haven't even met him yet!" Jamea said. Evan was laughing at them. Jamea had a tenor voice and Jamie had a deep and husky voice and they sounded almost the same at times like this when they were whispering and then their names were pronounced exactly the same so it confused many people. "He is never there and he probably doesn't even like me."
"Of course he does." Jamie said.
"I'm not looking for pity." Jamea told her sternly. "I'm no good at Divination but I don't need my powers to see what's right in front of me. My parents just were unlucky when they got pregnant with me. My mom pretends like she cares and my dad is all up with this bonding shit whenever he's home so we look like a perfect family. But really, I'm kind of like a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe. They probably can't wait for me to leave so they can go back to their infernal kissing."
"Gees." Jamie said. "I was just going to say that your parents are just really into each other, from what I've read. Maybe you just feel overshadowed because they are very involved with each other."
Class ended and Jamea stood up and kissed her. "I hope you become a shrink." He said when they released. She grinned and kissed him again.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Wasn't that weird for you today?" Evan asked very late that night. Jamea rolled over, still quite asleep.
"What, what, what?" Jamea asked and yawned.
"You know learning about your dad?"
"What?" Jamea asked. "HE wasn't mentioned today."
"Professor Binns lesson?"
"That isn't my dad, shut up." Jamea said.
"You're dad is the Heir of Merlin, Jamea. Didn't you know that?"
"You're full of shit." Jamea said and fell asleep again. When he woke, he didn't remember the conversation at all.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Are you coming to the match?" Harry asked Katherine.
"I don't want to move." Katherine said. Her stomach was quite swollen. "I don't want to move!"
"You don't have to!" Harry said. "Why don't you just stay here tonight? I'll order some pizza for you."
"I don't want pizza! It'll make me fat! I want some doughnuts, some Chinese food- something with noodles and also a smoothie." She said.
"Okay." Harry said. "Anything else?"
"Rent Charlie's Angels for me!"
"Okay." Harry said, kissed her and left. A while later he returned, bearing the items she had requested.
"You got me noodles!" She cried, overjoyed. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too." Harry said. "But I have to go win a tournament now. Page me if anything happens."
"Sure."
And with another drawn out movie kiss he was gone.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Jamea!" Evan said, jumping up and down.
"What?"
"We won we won we won!" He said. "Your dad won the Quidditch match!"
"Woo hoo." Jamea said and whirled a finger. "Let's pop out the champagne bottles and throw some confetti."
"Okay party pooper." Evan said and slouched into a chair. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing. My mom is pregnant, did I tell you that?"
"No." Evan said. "When does she deliver?"
"Like 3 months or something."
"Cool!" Jamie said and sat on Jamea's lap. "Boy or girl?"
"I don't know. They don't know."
"What are they going to name it if it's a girl?"
"They don't know yet."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "What do you want them to name it?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."
"They'll probably ask for your opinion."
"Maybe."
"Well?'
"Felicity."
"I like that."
"Me too. What if it's a boy?"
"Then something like Ashley."
"Ashley?"
"You heard me."
"You're so hot." Jamie said and kissed him.
"So are you." And he kissed her back.
Evan rolled his eyes. They had been doing the honeymoon thing for way to long now. Kissing constantly, having make-out sessions in the middle of the halls, probably having sex by now too, Evan thought with a wicked smile, Jamea certainly has the reputation for that.
Jamea broke the kiss and stared at Evan.
"Did you just say something about my reputation?" Jamea asked loudly. "Spit it out Evan."
"No!" Evan said. "Why would I say something like that?" He was scared now.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea tossed in sleep. He was having an odd, disturbing dream. His father, looking around 14 was very skinny and very short. Katherine wasn't in the dream. Harry and some other handsome looking boy were touching a shining cup that said "TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT" on it in engraved letters. Jamea's mind whirred, was this a true dream? And then the scenery had changed into a new surrounding, an overgrown graveyard.
He watched in horror as blood was drawn from his father's arm. Harry's face was very pale but nevertheless impassible as the blood was collected and thrown into a cauldron. And then a man rose out of the cauldron and his mind came to the conclusion of "Voldemort."
And then his father and Voldemort were dueling and Harry was on the ground, twitching in pain from one of the Unforgivable Curses. Jamea wanted to scream. What kind of cruel world was this? Was it real? And then people were coming out of Voldemort's wand. Who were they? What importance did they have? And then the spitting image of himself and his father tumbled out of the wand and Jamea knew it was his grandfather. Harry himself looked incredibly shocked and he was swallowing hard every three seconds or so. His father was limping quickly towards the cup now and as soon as his hand touched it-Jamea woke up.
"You're screaming really loud, Chap." Said Professor McGonagall. "Glad to see you're okay. Reminds me so much of your father when you do things like that…" And she left. Evan, Reed and the other boy in their dormitory, Kyle rounded on him.
"You scared us to death." Said Reed, very pale.
"What happened?" Jamea said and rubbed his temples. His whole body ached.
"I don't know. You started talking really loudly about your dad and the Triwizard something or other." Reed said.
"Tournament." The other boys corrected quickly.
"And then you just started screaming for like four minutes strait and then Professor McGonagall came up here and woke you up magically." Reed finished. "And you were screaming really loudly too. What were you dreaming about?'
"Nothing." Jamea lied. "I can't remember." And the boys tried to fall asleep again. Sirius's words from that summer, "your dad has had some tough years. He was tortured a lot." He knew what he had seen just now was real, and he shuddered.
But that had to be the worst part of his life, Jamea told himself. Anything else would be inhuman.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Professor McGonagall notified Harry and Katherine about their son's odd behaivior. Harry was now looking at the letter she had sent them, disbelieving.
"Katherine, he's having bad dreams."
"Bad dreams?" She said. "We all have them."
"McGonagall said she couldn't get him out of the dream without her magic though. I'm the only other person, she says, that she's ever had to do that too. Weird."
"Yes." Katherine said. "Did she say what he was dreaming about?
"She said she asked but he said he couldn't remember, but I'll bet that's just him avoiding confrontation."
"Most likely." Katherine said. "But I hope he feels better."
"Me too." Harry said. "I'll send him something that always helped me get through those nights maybe…"
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"What the hell?" Jamea asked as his father's owl landed on his bowl of cereal. "Get of you stupid animal!"
"Jamea!" Jamie scolded and took the owl. "Hey look, somebody sent you a package."
"What?" Jamea asked. "Well that's unexpected." He took the small package in his hands. A letter was attached. His father's untidy scrawl met his eyes:
Jamea,
Professor McGonagall sent me a letter that said you were having dreams. No, don't scowl at me, Jamea; I know what I'm talking about for once. I had those dreams too. I would wake up screaming and sweating and my head would feel like it was going to explode. I guess it runs in the family. Anyways, enclosed is a little vial for dreamless sleep, way watered down. So the bad stuff is filtered out. Just make sure your friends wake you up if you over sleep…your mom's stomach is huge. She lays in bed a lot watching baby movies like Look Who's Talking Now. It's a little funny, a little scary how moody she is. She sent me out to go get a liter of soda yesterday and when I came back she seemed sure she told me to get ice cream. I'm a little worn out. Hope you're having fun in school. Try not to fall asleep in Binns class, same goes for Tools class and don't let Trelawney get you down with fake readings with her tarot cards.
Love,
Dad
Jamea rolled his eyes. He was trying WAY to hard.
"That was really nice of him, Jamea." Jamie said. "I mean, really nice. Your dad sounds so nice."
"Really, cause I want to strangle him." Jamea said.
"What? Why?"
"He's trying to hard to get us to be friends. Ever since he hit me this summer he's been pretty nice to me."
"Who hit you?" Said a voice from behind them. Jamea jumped and spun around.
"Reed, knock it out." He said. "My dad lost his temper and hit me this summer. Left a bruise."
"What?" Jamie said. "Harry Potter abuses his kid? That's of character.'
"Not really. I deserved it. I said something like he only married my mom because he got her pregnant and some other things."
"That was rude." Jamie said. "But he shouldn't have hit you."
"That's what everybody said." Jamea said with a shrug. "I'm over it, but he doesn't know that yet."
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Jamea stared at the vile his dad had sent him. He didn't want to use it. But three times this week he'd woken up after a very vivid dream that didn't make sense. One where Harry had died saving Hermione's life, one where he was engulfed in a white light with Merlin and Voldemort was outside of the light, dying. The vial was looking very nice now.
"Wake me up if I'm not up tomorrow morning." Jamea said and put a little drop of the liquid on his tongue. He feel onto his bed into a fast sleep.
When his friends woke him up the next morning, he felt like a coward. Was he running away from his fears? After all it was just a dream. Dreams couldn't hurt him. Maybe he'd not use the vial anymore…he was just running away from something and that wasn't very manly.
That night he was tormented by dreams of his grandparent's murders.
In a way, he realized the next week; he was getting a warped wish. When he said he wanted to know more about his dad he had meant it, but not like this. When his dad screamed in his dreams, so did Jamea. And as much as the dreams fascinated him, he started drinking the Dreamless Sleep potion again when he had a dream about Harry dueling with Draco Malfoy and then there was a ball of fire mysteriously placed in his had.
Jamea felt his imagination was running away with him when that happened and he had grown so accustomed to TRUE dreams that now nothing else would suffice.
A/N: I'm so bored where I am right now that I've decided to make this a longer series, so be happy. This chapter is dedicated to TinaBedina because she is a great reviewer, no matter how redundant. Keep it up!