Chapter Four
Life Goes On
School had once again begun. Potions' lessons were long and OWLS were looming up ahead. Harry had a little time to think about Meg but as soon as the lights went out her image haunted him. Sometimes in his dreams he saw her standing in the midst of darkness. With tears streaming out of her gray eyes, her hands out trying to reach out for him. No sound escapes her lips but they move and mouth his name. The closer he tries to reach her, the black snake appeared around her, her pale skin glowing from a pale green light. Her body wretches in pain and then she was gone.
The heavy feeling in his heart woke him up. Only Ron knew of these recurring dreams. He peered into the darkness; sweat glistening off his skin and the window appeared foggy. Sometimes, he would get up and stare out the window. Ron yawned and sat up in bed.
"She's alive." Harry whispered. It was the first time in school that he mentioned her. "She's alive, and she wants me to find her." Nothing else was said for the rest of the night and the boys become lost in there own thoughts.
~~~
Meg slipped in and out of conscience. She thought she slept for days, but actually weeks. The curse hit it hard causing her body to shut down and slip in unconscious. Thoughts and images had flooded her. She couldn't be sure if it was real or a flood of memories that was absorbed by the floor. None of it made any sense to her, clips of feelings and blurs of motions. How could control her power if she couldn't even control her body?
Hearing the sound of footsteps she tried to sit up but the cold had surrounded her and once again she fell into blackness.
~~~
"Think about it." Ron said as the trio of friends made their way to the dungeon where Snapes' potion class. "This is the absolute last day of September we'll ever have Potions."
Hermione threw him a glance over her Potion's text. She had to count to ten before she could shake her head. Graduating seemed to be looming ahead and she didn't want the days to end. She enjoyed her times with Harry and Ron. Glancing up, Ron and Harry were in an animated discussion of Quidditch. His blue eyes flashing with excitement as his arm flew in front of his face imitating a broomstick. Hermione found she had to look up to both of the boys now. Her head brushed Harry's chin and under Ron's nose. Sighing she quickened her pace.
She didn't want to be late.
She didn't know what to think of her feelings.
Settling into Potions class, carefully adding the ingredients, Harry stayed on tasks. He noticed that Ron and Hermione only had one argument, a new record for the bickering pair. Carefully stirring he glanced from the instructions and another weary eye on Snape, who was picking apart Neville Longbottom's potion. The boy hadn't grown much, and still trembled under Snape's gaze.
"Meaghan . . . "
"You say something?" Hermione asked leaning over the cauldron.
"It's Meaghan . . . "he trailed off. His dark eyebrows locked in concentration.
"Meaghan who?"
"No, that's her name." He began to stir again but it was too late, the potion had settled to the bottom and a burning smell. Ron and Hermione could only exchange glances knowing that Harry's Meaghan was going to cause more problems.
"What do you think about it? I mean, in the middle of Potions he remembers her name. She never told him that." Hermione whispered as she and Ron settled in the library. Quidditch practice was going on and she and Ron could discuss the Mysterious Muggle, Meaghan or Triple M as they called her.
Ron dunked her quill into the inkpot. "I know. I don't get it." He looked up and locked eyes with Hermione. Her face had lines drawn in concern. "If I tell you something, don't tell Harry."
Hermione nodded and placed down her quill. Ron took a deep breath and let out quickly. "He's been having dreams, nightmares actually. He'll wake up and stare out the window for hours. I know it's about Triple M and he's convinced she is alive . . ."
School had once again begun. Potions' lessons were long and OWLS were looming up ahead. Harry had a little time to think about Meg but as soon as the lights went out her image haunted him. Sometimes in his dreams he saw her standing in the midst of darkness. With tears streaming out of her gray eyes, her hands out trying to reach out for him. No sound escapes her lips but they move and mouth his name. The closer he tries to reach her, the black snake appeared around her, her pale skin glowing from a pale green light. Her body wretches in pain and then she was gone.
The heavy feeling in his heart woke him up. Only Ron knew of these recurring dreams. He peered into the darkness; sweat glistening off his skin and the window appeared foggy. Sometimes, he would get up and stare out the window. Ron yawned and sat up in bed.
"She's alive." Harry whispered. It was the first time in school that he mentioned her. "She's alive, and she wants me to find her." Nothing else was said for the rest of the night and the boys become lost in there own thoughts.
~~~
Meg slipped in and out of conscience. She thought she slept for days, but actually weeks. The curse hit it hard causing her body to shut down and slip in unconscious. Thoughts and images had flooded her. She couldn't be sure if it was real or a flood of memories that was absorbed by the floor. None of it made any sense to her, clips of feelings and blurs of motions. How could control her power if she couldn't even control her body?
Hearing the sound of footsteps she tried to sit up but the cold had surrounded her and once again she fell into blackness.
~~~
"Think about it." Ron said as the trio of friends made their way to the dungeon where Snapes' potion class. "This is the absolute last day of September we'll ever have Potions."
Hermione threw him a glance over her Potion's text. She had to count to ten before she could shake her head. Graduating seemed to be looming ahead and she didn't want the days to end. She enjoyed her times with Harry and Ron. Glancing up, Ron and Harry were in an animated discussion of Quidditch. His blue eyes flashing with excitement as his arm flew in front of his face imitating a broomstick. Hermione found she had to look up to both of the boys now. Her head brushed Harry's chin and under Ron's nose. Sighing she quickened her pace.
She didn't want to be late.
She didn't know what to think of her feelings.
Settling into Potions class, carefully adding the ingredients, Harry stayed on tasks. He noticed that Ron and Hermione only had one argument, a new record for the bickering pair. Carefully stirring he glanced from the instructions and another weary eye on Snape, who was picking apart Neville Longbottom's potion. The boy hadn't grown much, and still trembled under Snape's gaze.
"Meaghan . . . "
"You say something?" Hermione asked leaning over the cauldron.
"It's Meaghan . . . "he trailed off. His dark eyebrows locked in concentration.
"Meaghan who?"
"No, that's her name." He began to stir again but it was too late, the potion had settled to the bottom and a burning smell. Ron and Hermione could only exchange glances knowing that Harry's Meaghan was going to cause more problems.
"What do you think about it? I mean, in the middle of Potions he remembers her name. She never told him that." Hermione whispered as she and Ron settled in the library. Quidditch practice was going on and she and Ron could discuss the Mysterious Muggle, Meaghan or Triple M as they called her.
Ron dunked her quill into the inkpot. "I know. I don't get it." He looked up and locked eyes with Hermione. Her face had lines drawn in concern. "If I tell you something, don't tell Harry."
Hermione nodded and placed down her quill. Ron took a deep breath and let out quickly. "He's been having dreams, nightmares actually. He'll wake up and stare out the window for hours. I know it's about Triple M and he's convinced she is alive . . ."