*~*Chapter 3--Dreams*~*

(A Really Short Chapter)

Gamadri flung up her hands to stop him from cursing her.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT BUMBLING FOOL DUMBLEDORE MIGHT FIND OUT?" Voldemort screamed. "Gamadri, if he finds out anything, my entire plan is ruined! You know that!"

"Yes, Master, I do know that," Gamadri said, fighting back tears.

"Gamadri. I have planned and planned for this. If you mess it up now, you do not know what kind of pain you will experience. Do you want a taste of it?"

"No, please Master, no!"

"Crucio!"

Gamadri screamed. Her hands wrapped themselves around her stomach and tried to stop the immense pain she felt. No, it was beyond pain. It was beyond Death itself.

"Oh, God! Master just kill me and get it over with! Don't do this to me!" she screamed. It was as though a thousand knives were gutting her, as if a thousand sharks were tearing her to pieces.

Voldemort lifted his wand, and her pain stopped.

"Almalia? Almalia!" he said. "ALMALIA!"

He turned into Harry, who was as sweaty as she was. "Did you see it?" she whispered. He nodded. "That was my sister. My twin. She betrayed me and chose to follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I can feel her pain as much as if it were my own." Tears were flowing down the beautiful girl's face.

Harry wiped her eyes and her cheek with his thumb. "It's okay. It's okay, Almalia. Dumbledore won't let him get to you here." She hugged him close for comfort and he held her, cradling her and soothing her.

"Harry, I'm afraid," she sobbed. "For her, for me, for you--"

"Why for me?"

"Because you are what he wants! Don't you realize that? I don't want anything to happen to you! I--I. . . . "

"You what?" Harry asked gently.

"I love you," she whispered.

Harry blinked. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. "Don't worry. I'll look out for myself and you. Now go back to sleep."

"I'm afraid to. After that pain, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to sleep again."

"You will. Don't worry." Then he kissed her, gently and quickly. "Good night."

"Harry! What are you doing in the girls' dormitory?" came Hermione's stern voice.

Harry and Almalia jumped. They hadn't even known she was awake.

"Oh, I heard Almalia scream and I thought she was having the same dream I was because I was screaming, too."

"Why were you screaming?" Almalia asked.

"I usually feel pain when he puts the Cruciatus Curse on someone and I can see it," Harry explained.

"Ah," said Hermione, sounding very suspicious. "Well, you'd better get back to the boys' dorm before some other girl wakes up and calls McGonagall."

"Good idea. Good night, you two."

He walked back to the boys' dorm and got in bed. He recalled the dream he'd had at the Dursleys'. Come to think of it, the girl in the first dream was blonde. The girl in tonight's dream had been a redhead, just like Almalia.

There's something really weird going on. It's got to have something to do with Almalia, I just don't know what! Harry thought.

Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Almalia, meanwhile, was staring at the ceiling of the bunk she and Hermione were sharing. She heard a voice speak to her, and she could tell that no one else could hear it.

Well done, Gamadri, my servant. Your lies are wonderful. Keep them up, and we'll have that ignorant, annoying boy in no time.