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Chapter 4: Eclipses

Common room

Harry was sitting down in the large armchair where he had seen Hermione and Ron sitting just last night. He waited for Ron to come out. They hadn't talked last night about the kiss; Ron still seemed a little shaky and embarrassed.

Ron finally emerged from the staircase entrance from the boys' dormitories. Harry smiled and stood. "Hello! Great morning it is today, huh?" Harry's mouth seemed to be frozen into a grin.

"We'll meet Hermione in the Great Hall, lets go now." Ron mumbled.

"What was that you said?" Harry asked in a teasing voice.

"Harry, com' on, don't tease. I know what you're thinking: 'I saw you guys *almost* kissing last night and now I can joke about it.'" Ron said, his face bright pink. "I can't believe I was about to do that and you know I don't really want to talk about it."

"Is it too weird for you?" Harry talked on. "Because it's kind of weird for me seeing my two friends about to kiss, after seeing them actually kiss in my dream."

"Let's- what?" Ron stared at Harry.

"Did I forget to mention that?" Harry said, mockingly, suddenly getting a little angry for really no reason. "Yeah it was all hugging and tongue-"

Ron shook his head and covered his ears. "No.no.stop...no-," he continued doing that as Harry yelled out things that didn't really happen in the dream.

"What *are* you two doing?" It was Hermione, hands on hips and less pink than Ron. Both Harry and Ron looked at her knowing how stupid they must have looked.

Ron uncovered his ears and looked down. He then headed to the portrait hole bumping into Harry as he went.

"What's up with him?" Hermione asked, trying to act cool like nothing had happened.

"He's just mad because I purposely didn't tell you guys that I saw you kiss in my dream." Harry said as he left Hermione staring after him.

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"Maybe- Harry's dream was telling the future." Hermione suggested. They were at the Great hall eating breakfast quietly.

"No, Hermione," Harry said, kind of annoyed. "If that was true then my parents would be with Sirius on a sunny day. Plus I'm not dating Parvati, and Ron is not rich." (Ron did a weird sigh-growl thing),

"Well, Didn't You-Know-Who show the kiss to you?" Hermione said.

"Well then I hate him for not trying to change it." Ron said.

"Look, we have no time to do this. We have to find out when day and night blend together-" Hermione sighed.

"Hermione, I can't think about that right now. I have to finish my Potions essay." Harry said, finding an excuse.

"You- haven't finished it yet?" Hermione said shocked. "The chapter was very interesting!"

"You must've read a whole different chapter in a whole different book!" Ron said. Harry laughed at that.

"Whatcha laughin' at?" They all looked up to see the very blonde- and very annoying- Draco Malfoy with his two cronies. "Oh I know! It's because all you guys are amazingly stupid for hanging out with that Stewart kid and adding him to your 'group thingy'. He's just as stupid as his parents."

"What about his parents?" Hermione asked.

"Don't you know, Mudblood? They had him when they were 17! Dropped out they did! Well that's the reason they're as poor as Weasley." Malfoy said, jabbing a thumb at the growling Ron.

"How do you know so much about him? You don't even know him!" Harry said.

"Wrong Potter! Met him in Ireland over the summer," Malfoy said. "Let's just say that he's more of the Slytherin type."

"Shows that you don't know him as well as we do," Ron said. "Because he doesn't fit your criteria."

"Shows that *you* don't know *him*," Malfoy said, grinning. "Because he doesn't fit *your* criteria." He winked at them and then motioned Crabbe and Goyle to follow him.

Right then Parvati and Lavender were slowly passing by.

"Hey Parvati!" Ron yelled, and Parvati turned to look at him. "Did you ever think of dating Harry?"

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"Can't believe you did that, can *not* believe."

"Harry I was only joking!" Ron said. They were coming out of Potions. Harry had had time to finish his essay, though with large letters and repeating facts.

"Yeah but she kept looking at me all through Divination and I heard Lavender say something about the Yule Ball in Potions." Harry said. They headed into the Great Hall for dinner. And then Harry saw Stewart.

He was rocking back and forth at his place in the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been waiting to see him. To see what Malfoy was talking about.

"Stewart did you go to Ireland over the summer?" Ron blurted out as they sat down next to Stewart. Stewart looked at him wide eyed.

"Malfoy said he met you there and he was saying all these weird things that I don't get," Harry said. "What happened that makes Malfoy think he knows you? And Ron, stop staring at his robes."

Ron stopped. "Wasn't looking at them," he protested.

"I didn't mean to!" Stewart blurted. "Mum doesn't even know, but it's coming Harry and I don't know a thing about it. It haunts me and scares me and all I can do is wish you good luck because it's coming today!" Stewart said bright-eyed.

"What's coming today?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"It already came." Stewart whispered, his eyes growing dim, looking up at the enchanted ceiling. Harry noticed that the sky was darkening. "I'll be by the Potions dungeon," Stewart said leaving in a hurry.

"Look at the ceiling!" someone yelled.

A dark kind of oval was covering the real sun and making it dark.

"It's an Eclipse!" Someone yelled.

Harry then remembered. *When night and day blend together* "Hermione! This is it! When day and night blend! Must go I'll see you-" and Harry ran off. He seemed to know right where to go.

As he ran he heard, "Potter where you running to?!" and Harry, knowing it was Malfoy, took out his wand and cursed Malfoy with a Jelly- legs spell. Malfoy got hit and stumbled back, getting kicked and shoved by some people.

Harry ran off and came to a spot near the Potions dungeon. Then he saw it.

It was the old door, tall, with a rusty old doorknob. And of course there was the framed piece of parchment hanging on the door. Harry went to it and looked at the poem. It was the same one from his dream.

Harry opened the door. A bright blinding light flashed in his eyes.

And Harry was once again on wet dewy grass.

"Harry! Harry!" His mother's voice called.

Harry smiled and called back, "Coming Mum!"

Continued in chapter 5.

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