Dreams

Chapter 12: A Reunion and Lethifolds

A/N: Sorry for not posting and for asking for a minimum amount of reviews. That was just stupid of me. Also, I'm REALLY busy (finals are coming up) and pretty stressed out. If this chapter doesn't come out too well, sorry it's the stress.

A/N2: Thanks to all my reviewers. You can really make or break my day. Keep up the good work.

A/N3: I have just realized that I have been spelling Voldemort's name wrong. (I spelled it Voldermort). Thanks The Great Kelly The Great for pointing that out.

Disclaimer: Okay lets go through some simple logic. If I were J.K. Rowling would I be writing fanfic? HELL NO. I'd be writing Book 5 for the series. But lookie here I'm writing fanfic, therefore I can't be J.K. Rowling and I can't own Harry Potter. All I own is the plot and any new characters I make up.

"So what is it," Harry asked impatiently.

"You better grovel at the hems of my robes if you want me to tell you anything," Hermione replied with a smirk.

"I have a better idea…". Harry moved in closer. Both of their eyes never broke contact. It was as if both were drowning in the pools of color. They were face to face now. Harry moved his face nearer to hers.

"What is Harry doing?" Hermione couldn't help but wonder. Her wondering was cut short when Harry's lips were but millimeters away from Hermione's. He stopped for a second. It lasted an eternity. Harry finally willed himself to move. He stepped back, moved to her right, and in a low whisper said, "Rictusempra".

"Good save their Harry," Harry thought. He was so close to kissing her but he did the right thing. The only problem was that he didn't think it was right. As all of this was going through his head, his charm proceeded to tickle Hermione mercilessly.

"Ok…OK Harry I'll tell you. It's a Lethifold."

"A Lethi…huh?".

"Typical, Harry, typical," Hermione responded. Harry hit her arm playfully and Hermione put on a fake face of pain.

"You know," she said teasingly, "you shouldn't beat up your encyclopedia." She had unquestionably lightened up over the summer about being a know-it-all.

Harry was in no mood for games, he had to report to Dumbledore immediately. Hermione noticed and kept going.

"Okay a Lethifold is also known as the Living Shroud and with good reason. It's really rare and it's only found in the tropics. Hmm, pretty weird since we're in Scotland. It looks like a black cloak…blah blah blah…It glides around at night. It usually attacks when its prey is sleeping…yadda yadda yadda… It smothers the prey and suffocates it. After the suffocating, it eats the prey there and then. Damn that's not cool. Umm, and one more important thing to know is that the only thing that can keep it at bay is the Patronus charm."

"Something is seriously up. Well now that we know what it is, we should go tell Dumbledore."

"Good idea Harry."

They were in the Gryffindor common room then. It was about ten and they wondered if they should bother him. Dumbledore was looking a lot better. He was out and about and no one suspected a thing. The two decided to see him right then. He wanted to know as soon as they found the answer. Plus, who knew, maybe there was another Lethifold in his room.

"You should get your cloak and map first. Just in case," Hermione said.

"Good thinking. Be right back," Harry replied. Harry quietly wandered to his dorm and reached for his stuff in the trunk. "Crap, that's one smelly sock," he muttered to himself. He hoped no one had heard that. Seamus looked asleep, so did Dean. Ron was still in his coma, in the hospital. Hermione kept seeing him everyday, reading and 'helping' with his homework. He felt so bad when he thought about it. He leaned on the floor and said a quick prayer. It was a good thing that his request was short or he would've missed what Neville had said. Neville rolled over and started muttering something that sounded like, "Mmmm Snape, you smell so good. Grrrr"

"Oh. My. God.," Harry thought to himself. "How can he like Snape?!? Oh well to each his own, I guess."

Harry eventually got down the stairs, still shaking his head. It's not like he had anything against Neville or gay people, but SNAPE?

"Why are you shaking your head while wearing the stupidest grin on a grim face?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Guys are so strange sometimes…" Hermione thought.

They both left for Dumbledore's room and finally got there. They whispered, "Toothflossing Stringmints" and the stone gargoyle moved aside. They jumped back to the wall when they saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk. It looked like he had been waiting for them and indeed that was the case. As if reading their minds, he said, "Yes, I knew you two were coming to tell me what had attacked me. "

Before Dumbledore could say anymore, Harry asked, "How?"

Dumbledore smiled and pointed to a glass ball. It was very cloudy at the moment but when it was in use by an expert, it could be totally clear. The silvery looking ball appeared to be something he would use in Divination. It was right next to the Pensieve. If it hadn't been a sphere, he would've guessed it was the Pensieve.

"It's a Sphervera. It can locate anyone and you can see what they are doing. The indigenous peoples of South America made it. Basically…COOL STUFF. I'm always as giddy as a schoolboy when I get new toys."

Harry thought that Dumbledore was high. Apparently Hermione thought the same thing. Her facial expression just gave her thoughts away. The way her eyes were satiated with confusion. Her short glances from Dumbledore to Harry. The small smile that crept on her face as soon as she made a theory on what was happening with Dumbledore. The little things. Those tiny unimportant details captured Harry's heart time and time again. His mind finally came back from its mini-vacation.

"Um, Dumbledore we know what attacked you," Harry said.

"Yeah, it was a Lethifold," Hermione chipped in.

"A LETHIFOLD?!? Those things live in the tropics. And I didn't use the Patronus charm, my wand was in my office, not my room. Foolish I know but nonetheless fishy. " Dumbledore would've kept rambling and analyzing his problem but Harry screamed out in pain. He was holding his scar. It was as if someone had taken a red-hot poker out of a fire and was pressing it on his forehead. He felt faint and everything was blurry. He blacked out.

"This is great. Just perfect. My boyfriend is in a coma and now my best friend is unconscious. DAMN VOLDEMORT!". It took a second for her rage to subside and when she realized what she had said she blushed and added, "Sorry Professor."

"No worries Hermione. I would've been doing the same thing in your position. And you also said Voldemort, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It's a step in the right direction."

"Thanks. Jeez, just imagine me getting a nervous breakdown. Especially with OWLS coming up."

"Please take Harry to the Hospital Wing. I'll be right behind you in a minute…"

"No problem, Professor. Mobilicorpus".

Harry's body was soon on an invisible stretcher. He was floating in the air, looking very troubled. It reminded her of third year and Snape. "Lousy git," she thought.

"She is so much like Lily, it's scary," Dumbledore thought. He just smiled. He knew that time and fate would run its course.

Hermione reached the hospital wing and as Dumbledore had promised, was right behind her. Madam Pomfrey wasn't happy to see them but what could she do? She was the school nurse. She settled Harry into the bed that was to the right of Ron's. She tried to shoo Hermione away but she knew it wasn't going to help. She finally decided to let her sit in the middle with her friends. She gave her some blankets and offered her the bed to Ron's left, in case she got uncomfortable. Madam Pomfrey took pity on Hermione. She whispered good night to the trio and left.

Hermione took Ron's hand and Harry's hand. She just sat there and meditated.

Contemplating, she thought, "I hope they wake up in the morning… I KNOW they will wake up tomorrow…They better wake up tomorrow or I'll put ice cubes in their shorts. That'll definitely wake them up…"

**Harry's Blackout** (A/N: or premonition, whatever makes you happy)

Harry heard a cold shrill of a laugh. He had come to know this cackle all too well. He heard it every time he heard his parent's death. He stood up and looked around. It was a little strange since his other dreams never let him take a look around. It felt liberating.

He looked at the walls and recognized them immediately. He was in the Riddle House. There was no doubt. The fire in the grate was on. The big, dusty, moldy, otherwise very nasty armchair was there. So was his pet snake, Nagini. A walking stick was there, too. The red rotting rug gave a weird smell.

Harry looked around. He wanted to see if Voldemort was holding some Death Eater meeting. There was one woman who had apparated but she wasn't dressed in black robes. Her robes were slightly tattered and was a shade of a blood red. Wormtail wasn't there.

"Maybe she's from Durmstrang…," Harry wondered. Once again he was proven wrong. She started speaking in a German accent, not the Russian one, like Viktor Krum's. He stopped wondering and decided to listen.

"Good joke Paula. It has been a long time. Where's your husband? His name is Friedl, right?".

"Yes his name is Friedl, Tom," a blond aging woman answered. She had cold blue eyes and very pale skin. Her blond hair almost looked white.

"I wonder if she is related to the Malfoys…,"Harry thought to himself.

"Friedl hasn't been well. He has had lots of hemorrhaging in his lungs. It tears me apart when I see him like that." The woman named Paula started to tear up. What Voldemort said astounded him.

"Come here Paula. There there. Everything will be all right, you'll see. Please tell him to come see me, maybe there is something I can do."

"Thanks Tom. You are such a great friend. I don't know how you can forgive me for never looking for you after the Potter's. What have you been up to?"

"We'll talk about me later. And of course I forgive you. You had breast cancer. I know that if you had been well you would've come. I want to know how Klara is? After Grindelwald's death, she has never been the same. And how is Edmond? Eva? I wanted them here so I could announce my plan. They will be so proud, I want to tell them first."

"Hmm, I'm not sure where they are at the moment. It's not like them to be late, especially to a family reunion. I know Friedl isn't coming, he is bedridden tonight."

Suddenly a man and two other women apparated. Harry was guessing that Edmond was the man and that the two women were Klara and Eva.

"About time! Where have you all been?" Paula asked impatiently.

The adults began some small talk while Harry was taking mental notes. He knew that Dumbledore would have some answers.

Edmond was tall. He was almost as tall as Ron. He had olive skin and brown eyes. His eyes were dark, evil, and unpleasant to look at. He was balding but the hair that was left was an ashy black with hints of white. He had thick coke bottle glasses. He also had a wiry mustache and no neck. It reminded him of Vernon Dursley.

Klara was elderly but she still looked attractive.

"She has to be part veela," Harry thought. She was an older replica of Paula. The same cold eyes and white blond hair. Her robes were a lighter shade of red and less frayed. She had a pointy nose that suggested she was snobby. She had to be related to the Malfoys, only those greedy, high and mighty people had that type of nose.

Eva was the youngest of the group there. Harry started to tune in their conversations again and heard Voldemort talking about the Triwizard Tournament and his rebirth. Harry shivered and remembered Cedric's gray eyes.

"Snap out of it Harry, you have to notice everything you can for Dumbledore. They are probably going to talk about his plan soon," Harry scolded himself. He added as an afterthought, "Cedric would have wanted it that way."

Eva had unnaturally red looking hair. It was cut to her neck and her roots were showing. They were black. She had black beady eyes, too. Her skin was a cross between pale and tan. She probably went to a tanning salon. She couldn't be older more than thirty, in his opinion. She wasn't wearing robes, like the others, either. She was wearing black leather and boots. Harry would've thought that she was cool and probably a friend of Bill Weasley's but she was in the company of Voldemort. She had to be evil, right?

Harry was done with his observations so he started to listen in on their conversations. It took about twenty minutes of worthless conversation, like how their kids were so disappointing in the dark arts and Grindelwald.

"I know I've heard that name before." He started to play with his fingers and even thought of going to sleep and talking to his parents. The only problem was that he was already asleep. Finally Voldemort started to talk about his plan.

"I'm very glad that you are all here. As relatives of Grindelwald, the greatest Dark wizard after me, you deserve to know my plan before everyone else. So here it goes…"

*End of Chapter 12*

A/N: Okay, before throwing tomatoes at me for leaving you with this important cliffie, hear me out. It seemed like a good place to stop and I have a week off from school so I should get the next chapter up soon.

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