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A New Dream
Danielle awoke suddenly from a dream. 'At least this time it wasn't a nightmare,' she thought as she quietly got out of bed and grabbed her invisibility cloak and her map out of her trunk.
Shadow woke up but didn't follow her out of Gryffindor tower.
Danielle put her wand over the map and said "princess pranks" and smiled as the map appeared on the parchment. She looked around to make sure no teachers were out of bed.
She saw Weasley and Weasley wandering around near the kitchens, and wondered what they were up to. She was really curious, but she had left the common room to find someplace to think by herself, much like the roof back at the orphanage.
She spotted the astronomy tower and made her was there. She sat down with her back leaning on a wall and looked up and the sky. She closed her eyes and tried to bring back in images from her dream.
It was July 31st, her birthday. She was now five years old and able to work in the kitchen. Mr. Hunt had started her working down there a week ago. That day, or rather yesterday now, she had burned the toast and Mr. Hunt had beaten her badly. Her back still stung from the deep open cuts. She was on the roof thinking about her life, wondering what it would be like if her parents hadn't died in the fire or if she was adopted.
She still had the childish hope that someone would come for her, that she would be spared the hardship of continuing to live there. That hope was gone by the time the children turned seven. By then the realized that no one was ever adopted, no one wanted a child like them, dirty and scarred from beatings.
Danielle was imagining what her parents would do for her birthday, a party with all her friends, a cake and ice cream and presents.
Suddenly a voice entered her head, "Another birthday forgotten." The voice said, it sounded like a boy around her age.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Danielle heard herself think back to the boy.
Danielle sat on the roof talking or rather thinking to this boy until she saw the sun slowly rising. Then she climbed back inside and got ready for another day in the kitchen before Mr. Hunt came in the yell at them.
They had talked about a lot, but mostly about the fact that they had both lost their parents when they were babies. Danielle mainly listened to the boy tell her about his stupid cousin and his aunt and uncle that ignored him unless to tell him how much of a burden he was.
Danielle didn't tell him about the orphanage or the beatings. She became so wrapped up in his life that she forgot about her own problems.
Later when she thought about it, she figured the boy in her head was something like an imaginary friend, someone who would talk to her and take her mind off things. She never gave it more thought and the boy only came back a few times.
Danielle never learned his name and she never told him anything about herself, other than that her parents had also died.
That was all the Danielle remembered. It wasn't so much a dream, as it was a thought that she had had while she was asleep. Thinking about the things she knew about the boy in her head and what she knew about Harry, she figured that the boy wasn't an imaginary friends.
She was almost certain it was Harry who had talked to her that night. Maybe twins can do that, talk to each other telepathically, or maybe only magical twins or maybe only some twins. Whatever the connection was, she was sure that they could do it.
She sat there and with all her might she thought "Harry, wake up, I want to tell you something." Harry woke up and looked around for Danielle.
"Danielle where are you?" He said quietly. Realizing that Danielle was not in the room, he rolled over and thought hard about what happened, "That's weird, I could have sworn I heard Danielle voice."
"You did," Danielle's voice answered him in his mind. "Now get up and come up to the astronomy tower. We need to talk."
Harry sat straight up with a start. "Danielle?" he thought with a gasp.
"Yes, this is Danielle, now will you get up already, I want to talk to you face to face." Harry was confused, but got out of bed and headed towards the tower as she told him to.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry asked when he got to the tower.
"When you were five, did you ever talk to a little girl just like we are talking now?" Danielle asked him before he could ask another question. Harry thought about it and answered, "Yes, but that was just an imaginary friend, right?"
Danielle shook her head. "That is was I thought also, but then I realized that the boy told me he lived with his aunt and uncle who ignored him unless they were telling him what a burden he was. That's you isn't it?"
Harry nodded. "That's how you called me here tonight isn't it?" He asked beginning to understand.
"Yeah, I figured it is worked when we were five, it should work now." Danielle smiled and Harry couldn't help but return it.
"Does this mean that we know what the other is thinking all the time?" Harry asked, not liking this anymore.
"No, if that was the case, we would have known about this a long time ago." She said and smiled as he began to relax again. "I think we have to be saying something to the other person in order for them to hear it."
Harry smiled, "This could be really useful for tests," he said with an evil smile of his face.
Suddenly Danielle heard, "What's the answer to number ten?" in her mind. "Harry I'm not going to help you cheat, if you want you grades your going to have to earn them like everyone else" she thought back as he gave her puppy dog eyes.
They both laughed and then Harry thought, "Come on, I'm going back to bed. I was sleeping really well until you got into my head." They laughed and Danielle followed him back to the common room.
Danielle walked up to her room and got into bed. "Good night Harry, thanks for coming."
She thought and heard him think back, "Thanks for waking me up, and sharing, this should be fun. Good night little sister."
"Hey, your only 3 minutes older" She scolded in her mind.
"Yeah, but I'm still older" Harry laughed back. They both went to sleep and slept well the rest of the night.
A New Dream
Danielle awoke suddenly from a dream. 'At least this time it wasn't a nightmare,' she thought as she quietly got out of bed and grabbed her invisibility cloak and her map out of her trunk.
Shadow woke up but didn't follow her out of Gryffindor tower.
Danielle put her wand over the map and said "princess pranks" and smiled as the map appeared on the parchment. She looked around to make sure no teachers were out of bed.
She saw Weasley and Weasley wandering around near the kitchens, and wondered what they were up to. She was really curious, but she had left the common room to find someplace to think by herself, much like the roof back at the orphanage.
She spotted the astronomy tower and made her was there. She sat down with her back leaning on a wall and looked up and the sky. She closed her eyes and tried to bring back in images from her dream.
It was July 31st, her birthday. She was now five years old and able to work in the kitchen. Mr. Hunt had started her working down there a week ago. That day, or rather yesterday now, she had burned the toast and Mr. Hunt had beaten her badly. Her back still stung from the deep open cuts. She was on the roof thinking about her life, wondering what it would be like if her parents hadn't died in the fire or if she was adopted.
She still had the childish hope that someone would come for her, that she would be spared the hardship of continuing to live there. That hope was gone by the time the children turned seven. By then the realized that no one was ever adopted, no one wanted a child like them, dirty and scarred from beatings.
Danielle was imagining what her parents would do for her birthday, a party with all her friends, a cake and ice cream and presents.
Suddenly a voice entered her head, "Another birthday forgotten." The voice said, it sounded like a boy around her age.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Danielle heard herself think back to the boy.
Danielle sat on the roof talking or rather thinking to this boy until she saw the sun slowly rising. Then she climbed back inside and got ready for another day in the kitchen before Mr. Hunt came in the yell at them.
They had talked about a lot, but mostly about the fact that they had both lost their parents when they were babies. Danielle mainly listened to the boy tell her about his stupid cousin and his aunt and uncle that ignored him unless to tell him how much of a burden he was.
Danielle didn't tell him about the orphanage or the beatings. She became so wrapped up in his life that she forgot about her own problems.
Later when she thought about it, she figured the boy in her head was something like an imaginary friend, someone who would talk to her and take her mind off things. She never gave it more thought and the boy only came back a few times.
Danielle never learned his name and she never told him anything about herself, other than that her parents had also died.
That was all the Danielle remembered. It wasn't so much a dream, as it was a thought that she had had while she was asleep. Thinking about the things she knew about the boy in her head and what she knew about Harry, she figured that the boy wasn't an imaginary friends.
She was almost certain it was Harry who had talked to her that night. Maybe twins can do that, talk to each other telepathically, or maybe only magical twins or maybe only some twins. Whatever the connection was, she was sure that they could do it.
She sat there and with all her might she thought "Harry, wake up, I want to tell you something." Harry woke up and looked around for Danielle.
"Danielle where are you?" He said quietly. Realizing that Danielle was not in the room, he rolled over and thought hard about what happened, "That's weird, I could have sworn I heard Danielle voice."
"You did," Danielle's voice answered him in his mind. "Now get up and come up to the astronomy tower. We need to talk."
Harry sat straight up with a start. "Danielle?" he thought with a gasp.
"Yes, this is Danielle, now will you get up already, I want to talk to you face to face." Harry was confused, but got out of bed and headed towards the tower as she told him to.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry asked when he got to the tower.
"When you were five, did you ever talk to a little girl just like we are talking now?" Danielle asked him before he could ask another question. Harry thought about it and answered, "Yes, but that was just an imaginary friend, right?"
Danielle shook her head. "That is was I thought also, but then I realized that the boy told me he lived with his aunt and uncle who ignored him unless they were telling him what a burden he was. That's you isn't it?"
Harry nodded. "That's how you called me here tonight isn't it?" He asked beginning to understand.
"Yeah, I figured it is worked when we were five, it should work now." Danielle smiled and Harry couldn't help but return it.
"Does this mean that we know what the other is thinking all the time?" Harry asked, not liking this anymore.
"No, if that was the case, we would have known about this a long time ago." She said and smiled as he began to relax again. "I think we have to be saying something to the other person in order for them to hear it."
Harry smiled, "This could be really useful for tests," he said with an evil smile of his face.
Suddenly Danielle heard, "What's the answer to number ten?" in her mind. "Harry I'm not going to help you cheat, if you want you grades your going to have to earn them like everyone else" she thought back as he gave her puppy dog eyes.
They both laughed and then Harry thought, "Come on, I'm going back to bed. I was sleeping really well until you got into my head." They laughed and Danielle followed him back to the common room.
Danielle walked up to her room and got into bed. "Good night Harry, thanks for coming."
She thought and heard him think back, "Thanks for waking me up, and sharing, this should be fun. Good night little sister."
"Hey, your only 3 minutes older" She scolded in her mind.
"Yeah, but I'm still older" Harry laughed back. They both went to sleep and slept well the rest of the night.