Harry couldn't understand it. Why in the world was he feeling like this? He decided to go to Dumbledore for some suggestions later that evening, after everyone returned to the common room.
Harry, fortunately, met up with Dumbledore on his way to his office.
"Professor!" Harry yelled, and Dumbledore turned and smiled.
"Well, hello, Harry!" He said kindly.
"Ummm...Professor...I need to talk!" Harry said, and Dumbledore motioned toward his office. Harry got the hint and followed him to the office.
Harry remembered this office all too well...he'd been in it many times before. He went over to Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet Phoenix, and stroked his back softly.
He had obviously just burst into flames shortly before they arrived, because he was very tiny and looked like a new-born.
"Yes...this is the third time he's burned since yesterday..." Dumbledore said seriously.
"That's unusual, isn't it, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Very unusual."
"Professor?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I learned about Phoenixes in Care of Magical Creatures class...and Hagrid said that...that...they burn more often when danger is coming." He finished.
"Yes, Harry. That's correct." Dumbledore replied sadly.
"And since Fawkes is burning this often...that means the danger is really close...I wouldn't be surprised if your scar doesn't start hurting again really soon. You should be feeling..."
"Feelings!" Harry cut off Dumbledore, remembering why he was there.
"Professor...I came to ask you what you thought about these things...the things I'm feeling.
"Lately, I've been feeling like something life-changing is going to happen really soon...and I've been feeling really out of it because of that. I'm even being nice to Draco. NO!" Harry yelled, for he called him Draco again.
Dumbledore, however, laughed.
"Harry, dear boy, look at what's happening! I think you have some clue to what the feelings are...at least the second set..." Dumbledore said, smiling.
"No, I have no clue!" Harry lied. Harry suspected one thing, but he knew he couldn't possibly...although his heart was telling him different.
Later that night, at about three o'clock in the morning, Harry dreamed about something strange. He was just standing in the center of a room; a dark, black room. A long, scabby hand was reaching out to him. He didn't know why, but he felt his instincts telling him to grab it; telling him to help this person he didn't know.
He grabbed it, and suddenly, the hand returned to normal human skin. The skin went from scabby to pale white. Harry pulled with all his might, and when the boy's head came into view, all he could see was this pair of cold eyes staring at him. They seemed to cry out for help. He had no clue what made him want to do this, but all of a sudden the boy jumped up from Harry's grasp and kissed Harry full on the lips.
Harry seemed to enjoy this and gave in, opening his mouth slightly.
After a while, they broke off, and Harry looked into the eyes that were once cold and evil, and saw a wonderful sight. The gray turned into a wonderfully beautiful shade of blue.
Harry felt himself slowly start to wake up, but he wanted to stay in the dream. He wanted to know who this mysterious person was. He muttered "Lumos" to illuminate his face, and woke up faster than the speed of light when he saw the face.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry couldn't believe this.
He was outraged.
He had obviously woken up with a shout because Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ron were all staring at him, looking very confused.
"Who were you dreaming about?" Neville asked, clutching his chest, apparently out of breath. (He probably jumped up when I screamed, thought Harry)
"What makes you think I was dreaming about a person?" Harry asked, hoping that he didn't show the truth with his tone or expression.
"Harry, do you have any clue what you were saying?" Ron said, looking curious and disgusted at the same time.
Harry looked at the four of them, extremely lost. He very well knew who he was dreaming about, but he didn't recall saying anything.
"We thought someone was trying to kill you! You were screaming things like 'No!!! Not him! I...I...'" Ron stopped, apparently not wanted to complete the sentence.
In the morning, Harry was trying to act like nothing happened, but it didn't work. Ron was right on him, questioning him again.
"Ok, Harry! Who is it? Huh? I'm your best friend! You can tell me!" Ron pestered him.
"If you would just tell me what I said," Harry started, "I'll tell you!"
"Ok fine!" Ron surrendered.
"You were screaming...'I love you.'"
Ron blushed, but that didn't compare to Harry's face, which was an equivalent to the red in his red and gold scarf.
"I...I...couldn't have!"
"Couldn't have what?" Hermione chimed in, now joining the pair.
"Don't tell me you failed again!"
"No, Hermione, he wouldn't be this depressed if he did. That's your job." Ron said, smirking at his better attempt at a comeback, better than his cardboard box one, anyway.
She kicked him in the shin and turned to Harry.
"So...?" She said impatiently.
"Please, just leave me alone!" He screamed as they walked toward the Great Hall.
"Finally!" Said a drawling voice to their right. It was Malfoy, but he was alone.
"You've realized what I've known all along..."
Harry was speechless at this. He was sure he meant that toward Ron and Hermione, but something in his voice told him different.
"You've finally realized how annoying these two can be!"
"Draco, please just leave me alone! Just this once! This is not a good time." Harry said uncomfortably. He felt strange talking to Draco after the dream.
"See, there you go again!" Draco said, and Harry gasped, realizing too late that he called him Draco again.
"I...I..." But Harry was speechless again. He couldn't explain it.
"Well, Potter?" Draco waited.
"Please, Draco..." Harry said. There was a very soft pleading tone in his voice.
"Ok, fine, but when you've realized that hanging out with people that have absolutely no idea about anything...you know where to find me!" And Draco walked away.
"Where's Moody when you need him?" Said Ron, remembering with a huge laugh what Moody had done to Draco years previous to that.
"Imagine it: Draco the ferret. Oh, the possibilities!" Ron grinned a huge grin.
Harry almost wanted to slam his head against a door like Dobby did when he started thinking of his own version of possibilities.
The rest of the day, Harry found himself staring blankly into space. Whenever someone talked to him, he replied in a depressed sort of airy voice.
"That's it!" Said Ron at lunch when Harry told him he thought he was going insane in the same airy voice.
"Give him some bangles and oversized glasses and call him Trelawney...because that's exactly who you sound like, Harry. And when you sound like her, you knew you're mental...take Parvati and Lavender for example!"
They looked over to where the two girls were immersed in their Divination book, giggling madly. They had been obsessed with Divination ever since their first lesson.
"And what, might I ask, is making you have the same negative attitude as her?" Hermione said. She didn't like Professor Trelawney at all.
"Well..." Harry started, but Ron interrupted him.
"I know what it is! It's the dream!"
"No!" Harry quickly lied.
"I bet it is, and if you don't tell me now...I'll...I'll..." Ron tried to think of something so bad that Harry couldn't refuse.
"I'll shove you in a closet with Malfoy!"
Harry turned around in what he wanted them to think was anger, but, truth be told, only to hide a wide grin on his face. Somehow, he wouldn't mind that.
Harry, fortunately, met up with Dumbledore on his way to his office.
"Professor!" Harry yelled, and Dumbledore turned and smiled.
"Well, hello, Harry!" He said kindly.
"Ummm...Professor...I need to talk!" Harry said, and Dumbledore motioned toward his office. Harry got the hint and followed him to the office.
Harry remembered this office all too well...he'd been in it many times before. He went over to Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet Phoenix, and stroked his back softly.
He had obviously just burst into flames shortly before they arrived, because he was very tiny and looked like a new-born.
"Yes...this is the third time he's burned since yesterday..." Dumbledore said seriously.
"That's unusual, isn't it, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Very unusual."
"Professor?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I learned about Phoenixes in Care of Magical Creatures class...and Hagrid said that...that...they burn more often when danger is coming." He finished.
"Yes, Harry. That's correct." Dumbledore replied sadly.
"And since Fawkes is burning this often...that means the danger is really close...I wouldn't be surprised if your scar doesn't start hurting again really soon. You should be feeling..."
"Feelings!" Harry cut off Dumbledore, remembering why he was there.
"Professor...I came to ask you what you thought about these things...the things I'm feeling.
"Lately, I've been feeling like something life-changing is going to happen really soon...and I've been feeling really out of it because of that. I'm even being nice to Draco. NO!" Harry yelled, for he called him Draco again.
Dumbledore, however, laughed.
"Harry, dear boy, look at what's happening! I think you have some clue to what the feelings are...at least the second set..." Dumbledore said, smiling.
"No, I have no clue!" Harry lied. Harry suspected one thing, but he knew he couldn't possibly...although his heart was telling him different.
Later that night, at about three o'clock in the morning, Harry dreamed about something strange. He was just standing in the center of a room; a dark, black room. A long, scabby hand was reaching out to him. He didn't know why, but he felt his instincts telling him to grab it; telling him to help this person he didn't know.
He grabbed it, and suddenly, the hand returned to normal human skin. The skin went from scabby to pale white. Harry pulled with all his might, and when the boy's head came into view, all he could see was this pair of cold eyes staring at him. They seemed to cry out for help. He had no clue what made him want to do this, but all of a sudden the boy jumped up from Harry's grasp and kissed Harry full on the lips.
Harry seemed to enjoy this and gave in, opening his mouth slightly.
After a while, they broke off, and Harry looked into the eyes that were once cold and evil, and saw a wonderful sight. The gray turned into a wonderfully beautiful shade of blue.
Harry felt himself slowly start to wake up, but he wanted to stay in the dream. He wanted to know who this mysterious person was. He muttered "Lumos" to illuminate his face, and woke up faster than the speed of light when he saw the face.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry couldn't believe this.
He was outraged.
He had obviously woken up with a shout because Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ron were all staring at him, looking very confused.
"Who were you dreaming about?" Neville asked, clutching his chest, apparently out of breath. (He probably jumped up when I screamed, thought Harry)
"What makes you think I was dreaming about a person?" Harry asked, hoping that he didn't show the truth with his tone or expression.
"Harry, do you have any clue what you were saying?" Ron said, looking curious and disgusted at the same time.
Harry looked at the four of them, extremely lost. He very well knew who he was dreaming about, but he didn't recall saying anything.
"We thought someone was trying to kill you! You were screaming things like 'No!!! Not him! I...I...'" Ron stopped, apparently not wanted to complete the sentence.
In the morning, Harry was trying to act like nothing happened, but it didn't work. Ron was right on him, questioning him again.
"Ok, Harry! Who is it? Huh? I'm your best friend! You can tell me!" Ron pestered him.
"If you would just tell me what I said," Harry started, "I'll tell you!"
"Ok fine!" Ron surrendered.
"You were screaming...'I love you.'"
Ron blushed, but that didn't compare to Harry's face, which was an equivalent to the red in his red and gold scarf.
"I...I...couldn't have!"
"Couldn't have what?" Hermione chimed in, now joining the pair.
"Don't tell me you failed again!"
"No, Hermione, he wouldn't be this depressed if he did. That's your job." Ron said, smirking at his better attempt at a comeback, better than his cardboard box one, anyway.
She kicked him in the shin and turned to Harry.
"So...?" She said impatiently.
"Please, just leave me alone!" He screamed as they walked toward the Great Hall.
"Finally!" Said a drawling voice to their right. It was Malfoy, but he was alone.
"You've realized what I've known all along..."
Harry was speechless at this. He was sure he meant that toward Ron and Hermione, but something in his voice told him different.
"You've finally realized how annoying these two can be!"
"Draco, please just leave me alone! Just this once! This is not a good time." Harry said uncomfortably. He felt strange talking to Draco after the dream.
"See, there you go again!" Draco said, and Harry gasped, realizing too late that he called him Draco again.
"I...I..." But Harry was speechless again. He couldn't explain it.
"Well, Potter?" Draco waited.
"Please, Draco..." Harry said. There was a very soft pleading tone in his voice.
"Ok, fine, but when you've realized that hanging out with people that have absolutely no idea about anything...you know where to find me!" And Draco walked away.
"Where's Moody when you need him?" Said Ron, remembering with a huge laugh what Moody had done to Draco years previous to that.
"Imagine it: Draco the ferret. Oh, the possibilities!" Ron grinned a huge grin.
Harry almost wanted to slam his head against a door like Dobby did when he started thinking of his own version of possibilities.
The rest of the day, Harry found himself staring blankly into space. Whenever someone talked to him, he replied in a depressed sort of airy voice.
"That's it!" Said Ron at lunch when Harry told him he thought he was going insane in the same airy voice.
"Give him some bangles and oversized glasses and call him Trelawney...because that's exactly who you sound like, Harry. And when you sound like her, you knew you're mental...take Parvati and Lavender for example!"
They looked over to where the two girls were immersed in their Divination book, giggling madly. They had been obsessed with Divination ever since their first lesson.
"And what, might I ask, is making you have the same negative attitude as her?" Hermione said. She didn't like Professor Trelawney at all.
"Well..." Harry started, but Ron interrupted him.
"I know what it is! It's the dream!"
"No!" Harry quickly lied.
"I bet it is, and if you don't tell me now...I'll...I'll..." Ron tried to think of something so bad that Harry couldn't refuse.
"I'll shove you in a closet with Malfoy!"
Harry turned around in what he wanted them to think was anger, but, truth be told, only to hide a wide grin on his face. Somehow, he wouldn't mind that.