A/N just starting the next chapter, I dont know what I have planned for it though. I think people may have been confused, because this chapter went a different way, but nevertheless I kept it. Now I'm going to change it and make it reasonable. Continue.
Chapter 15- Disappearing Acts
Harry flickered in and out of transparency. Dumbledore was trying to teach the kids how to apparate, but so far Ron was the only who could do it consistantly. Apparating was easy, in theory anyway. You just had to picture the person place or thing you wanted to be by, or in. Then you picture yourself leaving your current position and appearing in your new one.
"Okay Hermione, just try to apparate over there." pointed Fleur, who was helping Hermione. Dumbledore and Ron were helping Harry.
After about half an hour more of teaching they all got it down.
"See, apparating isn't that hard." said Ron. Dumbledore smiled,
"Well then you'll enjoy your last Apparation test, I am going to apparate to Little Hagelton, and then you four have to get there." They nodded, seemingly apprehensive. Dumbledore disappeared.
"Okay, I'll go first." said Ron, he closed his eyes and faded out of visibility.
"I'll go after Ron." said Hermione, and she disappeared too. Harry and Fleur were left. She turned to him, slightly afraid.
"Do you want to go first?"
"No, you can." he said. He was trying to be nice, but inside was burning up.
"Thanks." replied Fleur, also feigning kindness. They both disappeared within seconds.
* * * * *
"Okay, glad to see you all made it." Dumbledore said, smiling. Harry looked around, it was a huge field, mainly filled with Dragon stables. People in jockey suits, and helmets were walking around, and spectators were buying concessions. A person in a red body sit and a red helmet walked up to them, taking it off. It was Annastasia. Fleur stood still, gaping she whispered
"Aunt Lily." Hermione standing next to her nudged her.
"No, but it looks like Lily a lot doesn't it?" They nodded.
"Hey Ron." she said, giving him a big hug, making him blush. He got out a small "Hey Aunt Anya." Anya's suit was skin tight, red all over with two latitudinal black strips down one side.
"Hey Harry." she said, Harry gave a small wave.
"So it's time Pro- Albus, I have to get ready, but you five can sit in the front row seats, they're reserved especially for you. Harry looked over to the 'front row seats'. They were at the top of the stands; it would take at least twenty minutes to climb. Hermione was looking up with Harry.
"I wish wizards had elevators." Ron and Fleur looked at each other puzzledly.
"What's an elevator?" asked Ron. Hermione sighed,
"I'll explain later."
* * * * *
As they sat down the show was starting, seven Dragons had took off into the sky, their riders wearing green uniforms like Anya's. They flew up high, higher than the stairs, about as high as a plane would go. Harry watched in amazement as they all leaped off their dragons in synchronized form. They were like skydivers, turning and twisting, forming stars with their people. They were nearly flawless, until one dragon decided not to listen. It had tried to fly away, but got in the skydiver's path. With a sickening crash all of them were on the ground, and many medi-wizards had to come and take them away. Harry looked around, something about this place looked familiar. He looked up and saw a hill, with a large house on it. The house was dilapidated, but looked grand. The crowd 'ohhhhhh' and Harry looked down quickly. A new team just took off, spiraling up on the back of their dragons. Harry watched the dragons fly more flawless than a broom; imagine if you played Quidditch on dragons. The team stopped about forty feet above the stands, and back flipped off their dragons. They moved themselves in a horizontal position, and spun around at amazing speeds, and then simultaneously moved together and spread their legs so that they made a six-point star. Their dragons flew below them and they landed on the beasts, except one person who slipped off the edge of his dragon, but landed on one of his partners. The crowd cheered and yelled. Another team was up.
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Harry had watched about ten stunt shows, and it was about and hour and a half later. A group in red walked out.
There's Anya's team!" yelled Harry pointing down. Everybody looked.
"How do you know my aunt?" asked Ron, Harry 'er'ed him for a couple of seconds, but Hermione saved him.
"Ron look they're about to start." Harry saw somebody walk into the grand house, but just slightly out of the corner of his eye. Hermione swung over, and hit him in his forehead.
"Sorry Harry." He looked up holding his scar; it hurt badly, but then stopped. Anya's team lifting up into the air slowly, unlike the other teams. As they got over the stands the riders stood up on their dragons. They preformed a few simple gymnastic moves, with mad applause from the crowd. As they descended from their dragons the team simultaneously moved to vertical positions. They began to spin at enormously dangerous speeds. The dragons begun to descend at an even faster rate, and at about twenty feet from the ground swung under their human counterparts. As the red team stood on their dragons the crowd cheered heavily.
"Excuse me I have to go for a second." said Dumbledore getting up, he left toward the concession stand, and disappeared into the crowd. A loud voice came on the loudspeaker.
"And our judges are ready to announce the winners!" Everybody looked up.
"In third place, The Dragon Lighters." A large amount of cheering came form the crowd, and a team in brown came out onto the field, and stood on the third place podium.
"In second place, The Fierce Wind!" A silver team came out, and stood on the second place podium.
"And in first place . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Phoenix Royals!" Anya's team came out, everybody cheering and yelling, screaming and shouting, most from the four Hogwarts occupants. Harry glanced across the field, to the hill, it did look so familiar. He looked around, just a normal town, a cinema, a shopping mall, a cementary, a . . . . . Harry looked back at the cementary, this was where Voldemort took him. He looked at the hill, and saw a figure entering the house, it was Dumbledore! Another figure Harry couldn't recognize came behind the side of the house and followed.
"Dumbledore!" Harry yelled. Hermione Ron and Fleur looked at him.
"This is where we went after the third task, he's in trouble, the house and . . . I" He didn't finish, Fleur's necklace began to glow and glitter. Harry looked around, screams were coming from the lower portion of the crowd
"What happened?" asked Hermione frantically.
"It's children. Children are attacking!" Fleur let out a scream, her eyes went white, and she passed out, the Crystal glowing higher. Harry bent down to catch her, but as he touched the Crystal, his eyes glazed over too.
"Hermione, take them back and stay at Hogwarts. You'll have to apparate to Hogsmeade though."
"I'll be back to help you, at least you listen."
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Harry stirred. He sat up in the Dream Team room, in the hospital. Hermione, Ron, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley slept in various chairs. He grabbed his glasses of the table, and looked to the next bed, Fleur was sitting up. She looked over at him, then at his train of people.
"What happened?" He asked groggily.
"Don't know, you fainted then I fainted." She replied. He slipped out of his bed, and crept past the Weasleys. He opened the door slightly and slipped through it. As he entered the main corridor he realized somebody was behind him.
"What are you doing?" he hissed. Fleur was following him.
"Following you, you shouldn't even be out of the hospital wing."
"Don't lecture me."
"I'm your superior."
"Yeah your sooooo much more powerful than me." said Harry sarcastically.
"Shut up." They continued to walk, shooting dirty glances at each other the whole time. As they made their way through the massive corridors of Hogwarts they neared the teachers lounge, Harry put his ear to the door.
"We can't do anything until we find Albus, Severus. We don't know what he was doing, but he disappeared during his outing with the kids." Harry and Fleur stood still. Dumbledore had disappeared. They traveled intrepidly through the hallways, silent.
"Harry. ."
"Shut up."
"Why?"
"Listen Damnit!"
"You aren't the boss of me!" They argued all the way back to the hospital wing. Harry silently slipped back into bed, as did Fleur, The Weasley's and Hermione lay unperturbed.
How could Dumbledore be missing, where did he go? Who was that man, could it be Voldemort? Harry wondered to himself, he soon fell asleep. In the bed next to his though somebody lay awake, small drops of water running out of her eyes. She was thinking on a little deeper level, but both extremely depressed.
A/n; Great, does anybody know the author of To Sleep No More. I will and some Harry Cho stuff in later, I wanted to get to another dream, but couldn't make it in.