Harry Potter and the Eye of Darkness
Chapter8
A Dream, a Note, and a Crystal Ball
A/N: Hope this chapter will be better than that last unexciting one. I think it is kinda a teeny weensy bit more interesting. Thanks a million for all the reviewers! J
The sound of hurried
footsteps echoed through the room as Wormtail entered.
"Master,
I have news."
"Good
or bad, Wormtail?"
"Good,
my lord, of course."
"Well?"
"My
lord- I have contacted him!"
"You
have? Well done, Wormtail!"
"A
rather unwilling source informed me of his whereabouts, your lordship, sir.
Lucius and I got it out of this source by the Cruciatus Curse!"
"I
see- and?"
"
I will show you a map, my lord."
"And
have you spoken to him yet concerning- it?"
"Why,
yes! Of course! But he said he would prefer to talk about it with you
personally, master."
"Excellent……
and now, with the Eye of Darkness by my side, I will rid the world of Harry
Potter for ever, and ever,
and ever………
"Harry!"
"Harry!
Are you all right?"
Harry blinked and rubbed his
eyes. He was aware of an unendurable pain in his scar. He clutched his forehead
tightly, then looking around, found himself on the floor of his dormitory, the
four faces of his friends looking at him with concern.
Harry
was trying to remember something. Voldemort had mentioned the name of his most
current weapon in the dream, but he couldn't remember it.
"Harry?!"
"Oh,
I- I'm all right. I- had a nightmare, that's all."
"Harry!
You were clutching your scar!" exclaimed Ron.
"Yeah!
And you fell on the floor!" cried Neville fearfully.
"No
really, forget it. Better get down to breakfast. Er- Ron, could I have a word?"
They trooped down to the Common
Room where Hermione was waiting for them. In whispers, Harry told them about
both dreams; the one he'd had in the summer, and this one.
"Go
to Dumbledore," said Hermione at once. "Tell him about both dreams."
"No!"
said Harry. "Look, I don't want him worrying about me now, okay? I'll look
really stupid if I go tell Dumbledore because I'm always telling him when this
kind of stuff happens."
"But
the dreams might mean something!" argued Hermione.
"At
least send an owl to Sirius," suggested Ron.
"Oh,
alright. But I really don't want him worrying about me either."
They had reached the Great Hall,
where they sat down at the Gryffindor table and started breakfast.
Suddenly,
a loud screeching filled the air, and hundreds of owls soared in, dropping
letters in front of their owners. Three owls flew toward them and dropped them
their weekly schedules.
"We've
got Transfiguration first today," said Harry, looking at his. "Yeah, and then-
darn. Doubled divination after that," groaned Ron.
"Which
means you've got Arithmancy, Hermione."
Harry
and Ron both hated divination, especially Harry, for Professor Trelawney was
always predicting his death. Hermione had long since dropped the subject.
Examining her paper, she said, "Potions at the end of the day. With the
Slytherins. Again!"
Harry
and Ron groaned. "At least we have this Aruna person instead of Snape!" said
Harry.
"Yeah,
but we're still with the Slytherings. Like the truce thing wasn't enough,"
complained Ron.
Harry
remembered the truce they had been told about, and wondered what exactly was
going to happen.
Suddenly, a large, beautiful owl
that Harry had never seen before swooped down and landed in front of him. It
ruffled its feathers importantly as Harry untied the note from its leg, then it
flew off immediately.
"Think
it's from Sirius?" asked Harry excitedly.
"I
dunno," said Ron. "Never seen that owl before. Go on, read it."
Harry
read the note out loud:
Come
to my office in your third period. There is much I need to explain.
Professor
Dumbledore.
"What
have I got third period? Oh- divination! So I'll only do one period of
Divination."
"Lucky
you," muttered Ron.
"Reckon
he's going to tell you about the Arabella Figg thing?" asked Hermione.
"Probably,"
replied Harry. "I'll tell him about the dreams if I get the chance."
Hermione
nodded approvingly, then said, "That reminds me, you've got to send an owl to
Sirius."
They
finished their breakfast, went to the owlery to send Hedwig to Sirius with a
letter, then to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
They entered the class and took
three seats in the middle row. McGonagall took the register then started.
"We're
covering quite a lot this year. If I see you are working hard, I might even
start a little on Human Transfiguration at the end of the year."
Hermione
looked ecstatic at that.
As
usual, McGonagall gave them homework from the first day. At the end of the
lesson, Ron and Harry went up the stepladder to Divination.
The fire as usual was lit, and
Professor Trelawny kept her face hidden in the dark room.
"My
dears, this term we will work on some much more advanced crystal gazing." As
she spoke, a crystal ball appeared before each of them. Not surprisingly,
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked captivated
Harry
and Ron looked into their crystal balls, but saw only swirling white foggy mist
Harry
looked more closely. "Hang on- I think I see a dark shape here somewhere."
Ron
looked. "Yeah- wonder what's that? Looks like an oval shaped ball or something.
Hey Harry careful, maybe you're going to be hit by a weird shaped bludger in
Quidditch."
Harry
snickered. Immediately Professor Trelawney strode over to them. She took one look
at Harry's crystal ball, gasped, clasped her hand over her mouth and dramatically
made a show of steadying herself from falling backwards onto a table.
"Here
we go," muttered Harry.
"My
dear, it is absolutely unbelievable! Tragic! Evil beyond what we can ever imagine!"
Harry
frowned. Malfoy had said that too, hadn't he? And the dream! They all pointed to
the same thing. Could Trelawney be making a true prediction this time?!
"What-
what now" he asked, trying to sound bored. Trelawney just sighed and shook her head.
"By
the powers of- you poor dear, I have never wished for me to be mistaken in my Seeing
as much as I do now."
The bell rang just then, and Harry
stood up, relieved.
"Um,
professor, I've got to go see the Headmaster," he said, showing he the note.
"Yes,
yes. Go on now, perhaps it's best if you do, dear. Clear your mind. I will have
to see more into this frightening thing in your future of which I cannot even mention
the name."
Harry
, only too glad, rushed off.
Nothing
interesting enough for an Author's Note.
