Chapter Eighteen
A/N: Read
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Harry
had a very dark dream. The dream was literally dark. Pure Darkness. It seemed
as if he had never slept. Hours he spent in a place where there was only
darkness. Nothing to see, nothing to feel and especially nothing to dream of.
He wanted to get out of there. It was the most terrible experience he had ever
witnessed in his sleep. He had nightmares that others couldn't even dream of,
woke up sweating from head to toe from those nightmares, mostly about Voldemort
but nothing of this sort. He even hoped he dreamt of Voldemort if it would take
him away from this place. He wanted to get out. But how, he didn't know but he
no longer could stand The Isolation, The Loneliness, The Emptiness, The
Darkness.
Then
Harry heard something. The first sound he heard in hours. The first sound he
heard since he came to this dark place in his dreams. It was very faint but the
very fact the place didn't have any other sound what so ever allowed Harry to
hear what it was. It was a familiar voice. A welcome voice. A voice he had been
so desperate to hear for several hours.
"Harry!
Harry! Wake Up!" it said.
It
was Ron's voice but how? How can he wake up? He knew he was in a dream for many
hours now but he had no idea how to get out of a dream. He normally woke up
just as soon as he realized it was a dream but this was different. It was no
ordinary dream. It almost seemed as if he was imprisoned inside the dream it
self.
But
his thoughts were interrupted as the darkness started being replaced with a
bright light. A light so bright that Harry had to shut his eyes tightly. But
the light wouldn't stop there. Even through his closed eyelids he could feel
the bright light. He wanted it to go away. He quickly got his hands up to his
face and tried to block the light away from his eyes but suddenly he felt
something wet.
Harry
quickly snapped open his eyes and had to squint a bit to get use to the bright
light. But after a moment he was able to see in rather blur images. He could
only see the color contrasts but he could make out that he no longer was in the
dreadful dark place he had spent the last few hours in. Suddenly he felt a pair
of glasses slide on to his hose and his vision immediately improved.
He
was in his dormitory. It was crowded. There were several anxious, concerned
faces looking back at him. He instantly recognized who they were. Right next to
him was a scared to death Ron, next to him a very similar Hermione and Ginny.
On the other side of his bed was extremely nervous Sirius, a calm Professor
Dumbldore and worried sick Mrs. Weasley. A few feet away from his group was a
rather large crowd with similar expressions. There were the Hogwarts
professors, Professor Flitwik, professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, Professor
Snape, Hagrid, Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfrey. There was Mad Eye Moody, the five
other protectors and the rest of the Weasleys. Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, Bill
Weasley and finally Charley Weasley. As he moved his gaze back to the people
next to him he spotted something green. He stopped moving his gaze and
instantly recognized who it was. It was Dobby. He had forgotten all about him.
He had come last night early and gave Dobby with a blanket and pillow as
Professor Dumbledore asked to and dusted the space under his bed. Dobby more
than others looked literally terrified. He was at the very end of the
Dormitory, away from the crowd.
He
knew why. Even though you are invisible, the others could still feel you. He
knew this much from his nighttime strolls under his precious inheritance, his
invisibility cloak. He must have caused quite a commotion to wake up so many
people. Normally he only woke up from his nightmares. Mostly from the screaming
but today's nightmare was no ordinary nightmare. His face still felt wet.
He
looked back at his hands to see what he felt wet on his face. Probably sweat as
usual. But what he saw nearly made him gasp. His hand was covered red blood. He
rushed his hand back to his face. He could feel blood all over his face. Had he
knocked his head somewhere but he couldn't feel a wound. But there was too much
blood on his face to be from a wound without pain. His face was plainly covered
in blood. It seemed as if he had sweated blood instead of sweat. He suddenly
felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He quickly looked up only to be face to face
with Professor Dumbledore. There was a sudden rush in the room.
"Get out of
the way will! This boy needs medical attention!" yelled Madam Pomfrey.
He
could see madam Pomfrey rushing to his side through the stunned crowd. All of
them seemed to be staring at his bleeding face. While Madam Pomfrey was trying
to get to his side as fast as she could Professor Dumbledore muttered a spell
and suddenly a mirror appeared before him. The mirror seemed to be floating in
mid air. He looked into the mirror.
He
was even more stunned. He could now see from where the blood was coming out.
The blood was pouring out of his scar. His scar was split in two and his whole
face was blood red because of the blood. He couldn't look in the mirror
anymore. He was feeling dizzy. Everywhere he looked he saw blood. His hands,
his face, his bed sheets. He could feel blood drops dripping down his face. He
was not bleeding. He was pouring blood out of his scar. What was going on?
Suddenly
Madam Pomfrey sat beside him. He could hear her panting from the speed she
rushed through the crowd but he was too shocked to comment. He wanted to say he
was okay but he couldn't. He wasn't okay. Madam Pomfrey pulled a white blanket
from one of the other beds and started blotting Harry's head. In no time at all
the blanked was soaked in blood. The blood didn't seem to be stopping.
"Albus! The blood's not stopping! I'm going to
do a freezing charm on the would" she said.
Professor
Dumbledore nodded and Madam Pomfrey took her wand out. Just before she could do
the charm on him something happened.
Harry
felt something cold, like a ghost, enter his body from the back. But it was no
ghost. He knew it. As it traveled deep into his body a fierce pain replaced the
coldness. Harry winced in pain. But whatever it was didn't stop. It continued
deep into his body. Soon the pain had reached his heart and suddenly the pain
amplified it's self. The pain was now unbearable. It was still growing. Harry
in no time was screaming from the top of his lungs. Yet the pain didn't stop
there. It was worse than the Cruciatus Curse he had undergone a few
weeks ago. The Cruciatus Curse made you feel as if hundreds of invisible knives
were stabbing you simultaneously. But this was worse. The pain was originating
from within him. The pain or what ever it was, was strangling his very heart.
He could feel his heart trying to beat against the force, which is trying to
stop it from, but it's efforts seamed to go in vein since it only made him feel
more pain. He could feel him self-choking, he couldn't breath and whatever was
inside him was heating him up as well since he could feel his very blood
boiling within him. He was cowered in so much sweat from head to toe that he
felt like he just walked out of the shower. He couldn't endure this any longer.
He wanted to get out. He wanted what ever was causing this to get out of his
body. He needed support. Harry made a grab to the two wooden poles on either
side of his four-poster bed. As his hands rounded around the two poles, he felt
his fingers carve their way into the rock solid oak wood. He could not hear any
more since the air was filled with his continuous scream. Yet, he wanted to
scream even more but it was impossible. He wanted a way to get the pain out but
he didn't know how. His vision was long gone. All he could see was a blurred
vision. His eyes were filled with tears of pain now he could feel him
self-blacking out. He could see the corners of his ranger of vision giving away
to the blackness. He couldn't think straight any longer and finally his vision
was almost completely blacked out. Then suddenly just before he blacked out
everything stopped. The pain, his blood boiling, the force that was strangling
his heart, the choking. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was he
sighing in relief.
"What was it Albus? I've never seen anything
like it"
"Neither have I"
"But surely you have some idea of what it is.
He could be in grave danger for all we know"
"I do, but there's nothing we can do"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's was magical emit. What can we do
about it?"
"You… You… mean THAT was a magical emit. THAT
big?"
"Yes"
"But that would have to be… that would mean…
that would mean Potter is extremely powerful"
"Ah! That is very true. It was rather obvious
since not any boy could face Voldemort the amount times he has faced him and
challenge him and survive"
"But… But… That had to be very powerful magical
emit"
"Powerful wizards get powerful emits"
These
were the first things Harry heard as he supposedly waking up. He knew he had
passed out with what happened earlier. But what were Professor Dumbledore and
Madam Pomfrey talking about. It was obvious they were discussing about what
happened to him and it was Professor Dumbledore's belief that it had been a
magical emit. He had no idea what it was. He also heard many times being
referred to as a powerful wizard from professor Dumbledore. This was nothing
new to come from him since he had commented about his powerful magical strength
since his first year here. But to him and the rest of the student body and
staff he was a normal wizard. Hermione the best wizard or witch in their year
most probably in the whole school. She had easily beaten Harry in every subject
with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts where he matched he ranks.
But no matter what Dumbledore insisted he was very powerful and that it was one
of the reason he was hunted down by Voldemort. He was also Heir of Gryffindor
and a possible candidate to become Slytherin's according to professor
Dumbledore.
The
last few hours of his life were one of the most eventful, stressful and action
packed. He had first survived a large number of death curses mysteriously the
other day and was brought to Hogwarts, and then he was given a very detailed of
his before mysterious history. He was then told about him being the leadership
behind the resistance to Voldemort and having constant strict security around
him. He was then made the minister of Magic and then suffered from what he
could call the worst dream related trauma. He had to have a break.
Harry
cleared his throat and suddenly Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore turned
towards him. Madam Pomfrey with a nervous expression about something and
professor Dumbledore in his now cheerful one. He smiled at him.
"Ah! Harry, it's nice of you to join us. Your
friends would have surely barged in here and set camp if you didn't wake up any
sooner" he said.
Harry
grinned. It felt good to know that others cared about his well-being. Unlike
the Dursley's whose minds needed to be altered to get such results from.
Professor Dumbledore returned the grin and watched as Madam Pomfrey rushed to
his side and started to check his pulse and started to search for any symptoms
to keep him in the Hospital wing for the rest of the week. After about a minute
Madam Pomfrey turned to Dumbledore looking rather disappointed in not
apparently finding anything wrong and nodded at him. He smiled back and turned
to Harry.
"Shall we then go back to your common room
where the others will be most happy to see your return?" he asked smiling at
him.
Harry's
grin grew wider as he nodded back. He wanted to get out of the hospital wing as
soon as possible. Harry tried to get out of bed by himself but his body was
rather stiff. It wasn't a total surprise considering the events that happened
earlier. Especially the pain. He didn't want to think about it not to mention
feel it again. But he had a urge to see what it was. It definitely wasn't
something normal. Now that he thought about it, it was something very extra
ordinary. Behind all that pain he felt and now the after effects of it, he felt
much more powerful that before. He couldn't point a finger from where but
something was different. He was different. But his thoughts were interrupted
when Madam Pomfrey helped him get to his feet and was guided out of the
Hospital Wing with Professor Dumbledore's help.
As
Harry and Professor Dumbledore walked down the empty corridors of Hogwarts, a
million questions came to Harry's mind. Each one of them were equally important
but one stood apart from the rest. He wanted to know what he had felt. What a
Magical Emit was? He had to ask Professor Dumbledore what it was.
"Uh… Professor. What is a magical Emit?" Harry
asked trying to be as calm as possible and trying to hide his curiosity and
anxiousness.
A smile spread across professor Dumbledore's
face.
"Ah! You overheard my self and Madam Pomfrey.
How hard it is to keep something from you" he said shaking with silent
laughter.
A grin spread across Harry's face too. How true
it was. Harry had always sensed when some one was keeping something away from
him and always had a very enormous urge to find out what it was. And he found
out what it is almost every time. Of course with the aid of Hermione and Ron.
But his attention was back on professor Dumbledore's reply to his question.
"Very
well. I see no reason to keep this away from you anymore, Harry. A Magical
Emit, Harry, is a –"
A/N: The rest will be up in next pert. Sorry
about the Cliff Hanger but I had to. But I won't most probably post from the
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