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Harry sat up in bed. His scar hurt horribly. He remembered what Dumbledore had told him about his scar hurting when Voldemort was feeling especially…excited. He tried to see if he could remember his dream, and his heart sank as he did.
He could remember it all now. Voldemort interrogating Charlie…Lucius Malfoy killing Charlie with Avada Kedavra…and Charlie dying facing a fully white Draco. Harry sat up straighter. Draco Malfoy? At a Death Eaters' meeting. And looking white and scared when a Weasley was killed?
Harry sank back down again. He couldn't believe Charlie had been killed. Charlie, the one who was great at Quidditch, and who loved dragons. He blinked back tears as he imagined the grief Mrs. Weasley must be in.
He got out of bed, considering if he should wake up Arabella. But then he'd have to wake up Parvati also. At that moment, Hedwig flew in the window, but without an answer from Ron. Harry bit his lip at the thought of Ron. Poor Ron. He looked at Hedwig again, and it came to him. Sirius!
He turned on the light, closed his door, sat down at the desk in his room, and started to write.
Dear Sirius,
Hello! How have you been? My summer's going all right. The Dursley's have left for Majorca and left me here with a lady called Arabella Figg. I'm guessing you already know her because she was in your year in Gryffindor. She seems nice enough.
The main reason I'm writing is that my scar woke me up again. And this time I remembered the dream. Sirius, I dreamt that Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy murdered Charlie Weasley. Can you please write back and tell me how to deal with Ron? I'm really not sure how.
Thanks,
Harry
He put his quill down, and tied the parchment around Hedwig's leg. He walked her over to the window and let her fly out.
With a sigh, he walked to the door of the bedroom, wanting to go to the bathroom. As he opened the door, he saw Parvati in the doorframe, fist poised to knock.
"What are you doing here?" he asked for the second time of the day.
"Well," she answered stiffly, "I was going to see what you were doing awake. I heard you moving about and I wondered if you were having a bad dream." She moved a little, and the moonlight fell on Parvati's face, making her dark eyes seem impenetrable.
"I did," Harry replied grimly.
"Oh!" Parvati looked shocked. "Should I get Bella?"
"No!" Harry answered quickly. "I'm capable of dealing with this on my own."
Harry saw curiosity grow on Parvati's face. "What did you dream about?"
He looked at her. He knew that she knew Voldemort was alive, because Dumbledore had told everyone at the end of the year. So he decided to tell her. After all, he was going to be living with her for two weeks, he might as well get used to trusting her now.
"I dreamt that Voldemort murdered Charlie Weasley."
Parvati's cocoa skin turned slightly pale, and then he saw her relax visibly.
"Well, thank goodness it was only a dream, then," she replied.
"It's not only a dream."
"What do you mean?" she asked sharply.
"Well, I mean that my scar hurts whenever Voldemort is close by or feeling murderous. Sometimes I dream about him and my scar hurts horribly, waking me up. I'm connected to him through this scar, so whatever I see in my dreams actually happens."
He noticed Parvati staring at him like he was off his rocker. "Don't look at me like that," he snapped.
"No, I was just remembering what happened in Divination this year," she said hurriedly. "You really aren't crazy."
"You mean you believed that Skeeter woman?!" Harry asked incredulously.
Parvati sniffed. "Well, maybe." Harry could see she was hurt and realized something. She must've thought I was disturbed, and that's why I didn't dance with her or pay attention to her. He fought back an urge to laugh. Some people could really be full of themselves sometimes. Though, Parvati wasn't as bad as some others, he thought, remembering his old Dark Arts teacher, Lockhart.
"I'm sorry for not paying attention to you at the Yule Ball," he offered.
Parvati stared at him, and for a second, Harry wondered whether he was wrong in his assumption. Then she smiled. Harry was amazed at how pretty it looked in the moonlight. "That's okay," she answered. "That Beauxbatons boy was very cute."
Something stirred in Harry's stomach. For some reason, this was not what he wanted to hear. "Maybe," he answered stiffly. Parvati noticed the change in his voice and giggled.
Suddenly, she drew herself up, her face serious. "Well, I'm waking up Bella. She needs to know about this right away." She ran out of the room without Harry stopping her.
Harry was mad at himself. His best friend's brother just died, and all he could do was to laugh with Parvati Patil. Even if she did have a nice laugh.
Footsteps shook him out of his reverie. "Harry!" Arabella gasped. "Tell me everything!"
Arabella looked as young as Sirius now, even a little bit younger, and she was very pretty. Harry repeated his dream to her, watching her turn pale.
"Okay," she said when Harry was finished, immediately taking charge. "We need to get down to the Burrow immediately." She stood up and led them all downstairs to her fireplace. "Incendio," she muttered, and there were flames dancing in the hearth. In a little box was some green substance that was unmistakably Floo Powder.
"You two use the Floo Powder to get to the Burrow, and I'll Apparate there. Got it?" When Parvati and Harry nodded, she disappeared into thin air.
"Ladies first," Harry said, and without a reply, Parvati took a pinch of Floo Powder, threw it into the fire, shouting "The Burrow!" and disappeared into the flames. Harry soon followed suit, sped past all the grates, holding his breath. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the Burrow.