A/N: This is chapter three! I hope that you like this fic and will REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx!
It was now Halloween, and the Great Hall, not to mention the rest of the castle, was all decked out. There were giant pumpkins in the Great Hall with live bats flying around the ceiling, streamers along banisters and cobwebs in every nook and cranny. The Hogwarts ghosts were flying around and being extra frightening towards the students and Peeves the poltergeist was cackling and singing stupid Halloween songs. Quidditch try-outs had gone quite well, Ron now being the newest member of the team. He was a surprisingly good keeper. Everyone was in high spirits about the previous weekends match, Gryffindor coming out the victor. Sure this day should be fun with everyone not being able to wait for the next day when they would go to Hogsmeade, but not everyone shared that sentiment. That day in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arabella looked particularly down, which was a first for her. She looked liked she had been crying and during the whole lesson she was sniffling and glancing at a picture on her desk that faced the blackboard. Every minute of the class she looked like she would burst into tears and her appearance didn't hold the class that it usually had. Her hair was scraggly and looked like it hadn't been brushed, her face was white and tearstained, and her eyes were red and puffy. It was only the beginning of the day and already she looked as if she had been through hell and back. Parvati Patil was the first person to ask her what was wrong.
"Um, Professor, what's wrong?" asked Parvati hesitantly, her hand slightly raised.
"Nothings wrong, absolutely nothing. Everything's fine." Whisperd Arabella, her voice was horse and her smile was weak.
"Might I say that you don't look fine Professor." Said Lavender Brown, concern in her voice.
"I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. Never felt better." Said Arabella, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She gripped the book she was reading from quite hard and from what Harry could see, her knuckles turned white.
All of the Gryffindors were very concerned about her through out the rest of the class. Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to talk to her about it after the class was done, and far too soon the bell sounded and the class began to filter out. Once everyone was gone, they cautiously walked up to her desk where Arabella had ended up sitting. She had her head in her hands and she was mumbling to herself, which made Harry think that she was going off the deep end. She seemed to be mumbling the same thing over and over, 'Don't grieve, they wouldn't want you to. It won't bring them back.' It seemed that she had lost someone, but who was the question.
"Um, Professor Black. May we ask what's wrong?" asked Hermione, who was clutching her bag rather tightly.
"I said before that nothing was wrong." Said Arabella, her voice low and hushed.
"Are you sure?" asked Hermione again, who worried about her professor.
"Well, let me tell you something. If you lost your two best friends fourteen years ago today you would cry too." Said Arabella, picking up the frame and letting two tears fall down her cheeks.
"We'll just go then." Said Ron, not exactly comfortable in the same room as a crying professor.
Arabella didn't answer, and the three ran out of the classroom and to their next class, History of Magic. When they got there, they sat in silence. Harry was trying to get the picture of Arabella out of his mind. She looked so devastated at her memories of losing her best friends, and there looked to be no stopping her grieving. Through out the rest of the class, all the Gryffindors could talk about was Arabella and her brake down. Everyone had there own theories as to why she was so upset, but it seemed that nothing came close to the truth.
Soon it was lunch, and to Harry's surprise Arabella showed up. She didn't seem to be eating much, and had a listless expression on her face. During the middle of lunch, a single large tawny owl flew into the Great Hall. The owl flew right to Arabella where it dropped a note on her half empty plate and then flew off. Arabella opened the letter and read it, then, with a dramatic sweep of her robes, ran out of the Great Hall. Everyone stared after her before getting back to their meals, but it seemed that something was defiantly wrong with her, the question on everyone's minds was, what?
The Halloween feast came quickly, and each house table was laden with piles of sweets, each guaranteed to cause one or more cavities. Once the feast began, Harry found that Arabella had neglected to show up, and though no one else noticed, she must be having a terrible brake down. The feast went by without a hitch, unlike first year when a troll was set lose in the castle. Once everyone was back in there common rooms, it seemed that no one wanted to sleep. Fred and George went down to the kitchens and got some more snacks, including bottles of butter beer, a delicious drink that made the consumer feel very warm and fuzzy. The after-feast party went on to past midnight, and once all of the sweets were consumed, a rather large mess having been made, everyone sleepily made there was up to bed. Harry changed very slowly and then crawled into bed, where he immediately fell asleep, although he had a feeling that it wouldn't last very long.
*
Harry found himself just outside a rather thick wood during a pitch-black night, where the only light came from the moon. At closer inspection, he found that there was a small village next to him. The houses were all very old wooden ones with thatch roofs and plank doors. In the distance, Harry could just make out a small church with a steeple and bell, a cemetery was right next to it. Harry looked around, trying to see whether there was anyone left in the street, but there wasn't a soul there.
Everything seemed so peaceful and calm, until he spotted it. A tiny red light about the size of a thimble was shinning in the distance, and it seemed to be getting brighter. The light got so bright, that it illuminated the town and soon set fire to the nearest house. The bright orange and red flames spread across the roof and down one side of the house, soon catching the near-by tree. A family came screaming out of the house, a tiny girl in the arms of a woman, the man moving them farther away from the burning house. Soon the bright red light began setting other houses on fire, and the street was soon filled with many screaming and crying people. Some didn't seem to make it out of their house before it collapsed or they were burned to death, and there was a lingering air of evil. As the houses burned, many people ran towards the church, seeking refuge, but just as they neared it, a woman with red hair stepped in front of them. She held the orb of red light in her hand and was smiling evilly, and let out a high pitched laugh; showing white teeth. Then, the church started smoldering and soon caught fire in a blaze of red, gold and yellow. She smiled at the people, who were terrified of what she might do.
"This is what you get for loving him. This is what you get for having him as your king!" she cried as the orb got brighter and brighter until the whole village was filled with the sound of screaming.
The people began to run in the opposite direction, but the woman made a tutting sound, and made the orb glow brighter, as it engulphed an old man in a night cap. The man let out a sickening scream and began to twitch madly. His whole body seemed to be braking, and his eyes were filled with horrible pain, but the woman just smiled. After a minute of horrible pain, there was a sickening crack, and the man fell to the ground...dead. The town's people went mad and ran away from the woman, but they were not fast enough. The orb's light continued to engulph people, sometimes two at a time, and each one of them felt terrible, blinding pain before they died. Men, woman and children were being slaughtered as the woman laughed, her eyes glowing with rage and revenge.
Harry began to back up, he didn't want to suffer the fate of these people. The village had long been burned to the ground and now all was left was smoldering, and sometimes burning, ash. The woman advanced towards him and held the orb in front of her and Harry watched helplessly as it glowed intensely.
"Why Harry, don't you recognize me? Or are you too shocked to think?" asked the woman, who Harry recognized as Morgan. "Well, I guess this must be your time to die. Say hello to your parents for me." She said, smiling broadly and she was blocked out by the red light.
All Harry could see was red light, and he felt every bone in his body try to leap out. Everything was braking, and he could feel hot blood run down his face, arms and legs. Soon his eyes began to glaze over, and he couldn't see anything. All Harry heard was screaming, and his body was becoming numb with pain. There was then a crack that rang above the screaming and everything was silent and painless. There was no throbbing, no twisting, no braking. There was nothing.
*
Harry awoke to a thin light pouring through the window and slight numbness that lingered throughout his body. He reached over to the night table and grabbed his glasses, putting them on with shaky hands. He could still hear the screaming, the pictures of the people, the village, the destruction still fresh in his mind. He could still feel a little bit of the pain, and could still feel the heat of the fire on his body. Slowly he got up and walked quietly out of the dormitory where he entered a semi-bright common room.
Across the room, he could see Hermione standing on the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She looked white as a ghost and was shaking uncontrollably. They looked at each other for a few seconds, Harry searched her eyes, but only found fear and sadness. He walked quickly to the center of the room where Hermione ran to him and through her arms around his neck. Then, the normal calm and strong Hermione that Harry knew, began to sob, her shoulders shaking horribly. Harry could feel her tears soak through his t-shirt and wet his bare shoulder. He smoothed down her hair rhythmically, and no matter how hard he tried to be brave for her, he felt two, fat, salty tears fall down his cheeks. He moved her over to one of the sofas, and cradled her in his arms until she stopped crying.
"Damn these dreams." She sniffed, whipping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"It's ok 'Mione. They'll go away. Eventually." Whispered Harry, rubbing her back.
"Why are we, in particular, be getting them. Wouldn't Voldemort get them?" said Hermione, still wrapped up in his arms.
"I don't know. Maybe that sick-o Morgan decided to have a little fun and give us her memories. Voldemort is probably getting them too." Said Harry, hugging her close.
"They are her memories. She's in each one, destroying lives." Said Hermione, pulling him closer to her by his shirt. "Do we have to write in our journals tonight? I think I'll never forget that dream." She whispered.
"We can do it tomorrow." He replied, kissing the top of her head gently.
They stayed in each others arms until the sun had fully rose. The common room was bathed in a golden light, warming the chilly space. They just sat there peacefully, rocking back and forth. Hermione's sniffling had subsided, and they sat in silence until she looked up at him with her watery brown eyes.
"Thank you for staying here with me." She said, giving him a week smile.
"You're my best friend. Why wouldn't I stay here?" he said, pushing a piece of hair away from her face.
As he moved his figures gently along her face and over towards her ear, she caught his hand in her's and intertwined their figures. Their eyes locked, brown meeting emerald, and they were lost in each other. Harry felt like they were the only ones that existed, the only ones that were in the tower, in the castle. A smile spread across his lips, one that was filled with happiness and love. They moved closer to each other, if that were possible, and they moved their heads closer together. Their lips moved nearer, Harry's heart was almost leaping out of his chest. Then, they both stopped, and blushed a bright crimson before they got up off the sofa.
"I think we should...go...get dressed. Um...yeah." Said Harry nervously about what just might have happened.
"Um...you're right...we should go. Everyone will be...getting up soon." Stammered Hermione, who seemed just as nervous as he did.
Harry backed up, and started to sprint back up the boy's stairs, but something caught his eye. It was a woman dressed in black, her robes billowing behind her, walking back up to the castle from the Forbidden Forest. She was walking quite quickly, and the hood of her robes hid her face well. Harry noted it, but didn't think to dwell on it, so he continued going back up to his dorm. He was now mentally kicking himself for almost kissing his best friend, but she had almost kissed him too. Could that mean something? No, they were just caught up in the moment. Nothing more. It was just a little comforting thing, they were both upset over what they had just seen and felt and had not been responsible for their actions; that was it. Harry continued to tell himself that it was just an accident as he showered and changed into a sweater and jeans. Although he believed what he told himself, in the back of his mind he knew he was wrong. He through on his black robes and walked back down into the common room, to find Hermione walking down the stairs as well. He took a deep breath, hoping that he wasn't blushing or doing anything stupid as he walked towards her. She straightened herself up, adding the last of her books into her already bulging bag. He smiled at her slightly and she did the same, although they both felt incredibly awkward.
"It was an accident, we got caught up in the moment. It meant nothing." He said, in an extremely fast pace.
"You're right, we were both feeling bad and it was just a slip up. It meant nothing." She said, just as fast as he.
They smiled to each other, feeling as if the tension had been lifted and walked together through the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Despite the amount of time that had past Harry felt incredibly stiff, as if he and just run a long distance in cold weather. He could see that Hermione felt that same way as she was constantly massaging her muscles. When the made it to the Great Hall, they found it completely disserted from any staff member or house elf. No food was on the tables, but the flatware was still on each table spotlessly clean. They sat down at the Gryffindor table and took out their black journals and began to write about the dream and talk about it form each perspective. Hermione had seen it longer than Harry had, but the worst part was she had seen him die and he heard her sniffle faintly as she told him this. Slowly students began to filter into the Great Hall, some still droopy-eyed from staying up too late the night before. Ron, Ginny and Seamus were the first fifth years to come into the hall, Seamus looking almost sick. Harry and Hermione hastily put their books away, shoving them in Hermione's book bag, and smiled at their friends. It was quite hard to carry on a conversation with the exhausted people, Seamus was clutching his stomach, having eaten too many sweets, Ron was stuffing his face and Ginny was practically sleeping on her plate of waffles. Harry found that he wasn't very good company either, since he was sore all over and extremely tired from being up so late and so early. Hermione seemed to share his sentiment.
Right after breakfast, the small group took the carriages to Hogsmeade. Once there, they bought more candy, went into the joke shop and drank as much butterbear as they could stomach. They chilly air didn't really seem to bother them as they walked through the small village and looked into all of the shops. They stayed there until a little while after lunch before they took the carriages back. Hermione wanted to get some homework done and they had had enough candy for one weekend, so they climbed into the rather bumpy carriages to go back to the castle.
"I don't see why you have to do homework now." Said Ron, who wouldn't do any homework until late Sunday evening.
"I want to have tomorrow free and besides, I don't really feel like walking." Said Hermione, looking over to Harry as she said this.
Harry nodded, knowing that if they continued walking they wouldn't be able to move by tomorrow. "Besides Ron, it's too cold. We were just walking around anyway." Said Harry, trying to get him to drop the subject.
Ron seemed satisfied with this, but still not happy, and continued to sulk as they walked into Gryffindor tower. Once there, barley a soul sitting inside, they began doing their homework, but Harry's mind drifted to something else. It drifted to the woman he had seen walking away form the Forbidden Forest. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind as to why she might have been there, but each one was more ludicrous than the next. It could have been one of the teachers, McGonagall or Sprout, but in the back of his mind he knew it was neither one of them. He wanted desperately to know whom it could be, what she was doing out in the forest in the middle of the night and why she had to be so secretive. This was really starting to trouble him, and he wanted to figure it out before he went mad with curiosity. Hopefully, it would come together soon.
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It was now Halloween, and the Great Hall, not to mention the rest of the castle, was all decked out. There were giant pumpkins in the Great Hall with live bats flying around the ceiling, streamers along banisters and cobwebs in every nook and cranny. The Hogwarts ghosts were flying around and being extra frightening towards the students and Peeves the poltergeist was cackling and singing stupid Halloween songs. Quidditch try-outs had gone quite well, Ron now being the newest member of the team. He was a surprisingly good keeper. Everyone was in high spirits about the previous weekends match, Gryffindor coming out the victor. Sure this day should be fun with everyone not being able to wait for the next day when they would go to Hogsmeade, but not everyone shared that sentiment. That day in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arabella looked particularly down, which was a first for her. She looked liked she had been crying and during the whole lesson she was sniffling and glancing at a picture on her desk that faced the blackboard. Every minute of the class she looked like she would burst into tears and her appearance didn't hold the class that it usually had. Her hair was scraggly and looked like it hadn't been brushed, her face was white and tearstained, and her eyes were red and puffy. It was only the beginning of the day and already she looked as if she had been through hell and back. Parvati Patil was the first person to ask her what was wrong.
"Um, Professor, what's wrong?" asked Parvati hesitantly, her hand slightly raised.
"Nothings wrong, absolutely nothing. Everything's fine." Whisperd Arabella, her voice was horse and her smile was weak.
"Might I say that you don't look fine Professor." Said Lavender Brown, concern in her voice.
"I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. Never felt better." Said Arabella, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She gripped the book she was reading from quite hard and from what Harry could see, her knuckles turned white.
All of the Gryffindors were very concerned about her through out the rest of the class. Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to talk to her about it after the class was done, and far too soon the bell sounded and the class began to filter out. Once everyone was gone, they cautiously walked up to her desk where Arabella had ended up sitting. She had her head in her hands and she was mumbling to herself, which made Harry think that she was going off the deep end. She seemed to be mumbling the same thing over and over, 'Don't grieve, they wouldn't want you to. It won't bring them back.' It seemed that she had lost someone, but who was the question.
"Um, Professor Black. May we ask what's wrong?" asked Hermione, who was clutching her bag rather tightly.
"I said before that nothing was wrong." Said Arabella, her voice low and hushed.
"Are you sure?" asked Hermione again, who worried about her professor.
"Well, let me tell you something. If you lost your two best friends fourteen years ago today you would cry too." Said Arabella, picking up the frame and letting two tears fall down her cheeks.
"We'll just go then." Said Ron, not exactly comfortable in the same room as a crying professor.
Arabella didn't answer, and the three ran out of the classroom and to their next class, History of Magic. When they got there, they sat in silence. Harry was trying to get the picture of Arabella out of his mind. She looked so devastated at her memories of losing her best friends, and there looked to be no stopping her grieving. Through out the rest of the class, all the Gryffindors could talk about was Arabella and her brake down. Everyone had there own theories as to why she was so upset, but it seemed that nothing came close to the truth.
Soon it was lunch, and to Harry's surprise Arabella showed up. She didn't seem to be eating much, and had a listless expression on her face. During the middle of lunch, a single large tawny owl flew into the Great Hall. The owl flew right to Arabella where it dropped a note on her half empty plate and then flew off. Arabella opened the letter and read it, then, with a dramatic sweep of her robes, ran out of the Great Hall. Everyone stared after her before getting back to their meals, but it seemed that something was defiantly wrong with her, the question on everyone's minds was, what?
The Halloween feast came quickly, and each house table was laden with piles of sweets, each guaranteed to cause one or more cavities. Once the feast began, Harry found that Arabella had neglected to show up, and though no one else noticed, she must be having a terrible brake down. The feast went by without a hitch, unlike first year when a troll was set lose in the castle. Once everyone was back in there common rooms, it seemed that no one wanted to sleep. Fred and George went down to the kitchens and got some more snacks, including bottles of butter beer, a delicious drink that made the consumer feel very warm and fuzzy. The after-feast party went on to past midnight, and once all of the sweets were consumed, a rather large mess having been made, everyone sleepily made there was up to bed. Harry changed very slowly and then crawled into bed, where he immediately fell asleep, although he had a feeling that it wouldn't last very long.
*
Harry found himself just outside a rather thick wood during a pitch-black night, where the only light came from the moon. At closer inspection, he found that there was a small village next to him. The houses were all very old wooden ones with thatch roofs and plank doors. In the distance, Harry could just make out a small church with a steeple and bell, a cemetery was right next to it. Harry looked around, trying to see whether there was anyone left in the street, but there wasn't a soul there.
Everything seemed so peaceful and calm, until he spotted it. A tiny red light about the size of a thimble was shinning in the distance, and it seemed to be getting brighter. The light got so bright, that it illuminated the town and soon set fire to the nearest house. The bright orange and red flames spread across the roof and down one side of the house, soon catching the near-by tree. A family came screaming out of the house, a tiny girl in the arms of a woman, the man moving them farther away from the burning house. Soon the bright red light began setting other houses on fire, and the street was soon filled with many screaming and crying people. Some didn't seem to make it out of their house before it collapsed or they were burned to death, and there was a lingering air of evil. As the houses burned, many people ran towards the church, seeking refuge, but just as they neared it, a woman with red hair stepped in front of them. She held the orb of red light in her hand and was smiling evilly, and let out a high pitched laugh; showing white teeth. Then, the church started smoldering and soon caught fire in a blaze of red, gold and yellow. She smiled at the people, who were terrified of what she might do.
"This is what you get for loving him. This is what you get for having him as your king!" she cried as the orb got brighter and brighter until the whole village was filled with the sound of screaming.
The people began to run in the opposite direction, but the woman made a tutting sound, and made the orb glow brighter, as it engulphed an old man in a night cap. The man let out a sickening scream and began to twitch madly. His whole body seemed to be braking, and his eyes were filled with horrible pain, but the woman just smiled. After a minute of horrible pain, there was a sickening crack, and the man fell to the ground...dead. The town's people went mad and ran away from the woman, but they were not fast enough. The orb's light continued to engulph people, sometimes two at a time, and each one of them felt terrible, blinding pain before they died. Men, woman and children were being slaughtered as the woman laughed, her eyes glowing with rage and revenge.
Harry began to back up, he didn't want to suffer the fate of these people. The village had long been burned to the ground and now all was left was smoldering, and sometimes burning, ash. The woman advanced towards him and held the orb in front of her and Harry watched helplessly as it glowed intensely.
"Why Harry, don't you recognize me? Or are you too shocked to think?" asked the woman, who Harry recognized as Morgan. "Well, I guess this must be your time to die. Say hello to your parents for me." She said, smiling broadly and she was blocked out by the red light.
All Harry could see was red light, and he felt every bone in his body try to leap out. Everything was braking, and he could feel hot blood run down his face, arms and legs. Soon his eyes began to glaze over, and he couldn't see anything. All Harry heard was screaming, and his body was becoming numb with pain. There was then a crack that rang above the screaming and everything was silent and painless. There was no throbbing, no twisting, no braking. There was nothing.
*
Harry awoke to a thin light pouring through the window and slight numbness that lingered throughout his body. He reached over to the night table and grabbed his glasses, putting them on with shaky hands. He could still hear the screaming, the pictures of the people, the village, the destruction still fresh in his mind. He could still feel a little bit of the pain, and could still feel the heat of the fire on his body. Slowly he got up and walked quietly out of the dormitory where he entered a semi-bright common room.
Across the room, he could see Hermione standing on the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She looked white as a ghost and was shaking uncontrollably. They looked at each other for a few seconds, Harry searched her eyes, but only found fear and sadness. He walked quickly to the center of the room where Hermione ran to him and through her arms around his neck. Then, the normal calm and strong Hermione that Harry knew, began to sob, her shoulders shaking horribly. Harry could feel her tears soak through his t-shirt and wet his bare shoulder. He smoothed down her hair rhythmically, and no matter how hard he tried to be brave for her, he felt two, fat, salty tears fall down his cheeks. He moved her over to one of the sofas, and cradled her in his arms until she stopped crying.
"Damn these dreams." She sniffed, whipping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"It's ok 'Mione. They'll go away. Eventually." Whispered Harry, rubbing her back.
"Why are we, in particular, be getting them. Wouldn't Voldemort get them?" said Hermione, still wrapped up in his arms.
"I don't know. Maybe that sick-o Morgan decided to have a little fun and give us her memories. Voldemort is probably getting them too." Said Harry, hugging her close.
"They are her memories. She's in each one, destroying lives." Said Hermione, pulling him closer to her by his shirt. "Do we have to write in our journals tonight? I think I'll never forget that dream." She whispered.
"We can do it tomorrow." He replied, kissing the top of her head gently.
They stayed in each others arms until the sun had fully rose. The common room was bathed in a golden light, warming the chilly space. They just sat there peacefully, rocking back and forth. Hermione's sniffling had subsided, and they sat in silence until she looked up at him with her watery brown eyes.
"Thank you for staying here with me." She said, giving him a week smile.
"You're my best friend. Why wouldn't I stay here?" he said, pushing a piece of hair away from her face.
As he moved his figures gently along her face and over towards her ear, she caught his hand in her's and intertwined their figures. Their eyes locked, brown meeting emerald, and they were lost in each other. Harry felt like they were the only ones that existed, the only ones that were in the tower, in the castle. A smile spread across his lips, one that was filled with happiness and love. They moved closer to each other, if that were possible, and they moved their heads closer together. Their lips moved nearer, Harry's heart was almost leaping out of his chest. Then, they both stopped, and blushed a bright crimson before they got up off the sofa.
"I think we should...go...get dressed. Um...yeah." Said Harry nervously about what just might have happened.
"Um...you're right...we should go. Everyone will be...getting up soon." Stammered Hermione, who seemed just as nervous as he did.
Harry backed up, and started to sprint back up the boy's stairs, but something caught his eye. It was a woman dressed in black, her robes billowing behind her, walking back up to the castle from the Forbidden Forest. She was walking quite quickly, and the hood of her robes hid her face well. Harry noted it, but didn't think to dwell on it, so he continued going back up to his dorm. He was now mentally kicking himself for almost kissing his best friend, but she had almost kissed him too. Could that mean something? No, they were just caught up in the moment. Nothing more. It was just a little comforting thing, they were both upset over what they had just seen and felt and had not been responsible for their actions; that was it. Harry continued to tell himself that it was just an accident as he showered and changed into a sweater and jeans. Although he believed what he told himself, in the back of his mind he knew he was wrong. He through on his black robes and walked back down into the common room, to find Hermione walking down the stairs as well. He took a deep breath, hoping that he wasn't blushing or doing anything stupid as he walked towards her. She straightened herself up, adding the last of her books into her already bulging bag. He smiled at her slightly and she did the same, although they both felt incredibly awkward.
"It was an accident, we got caught up in the moment. It meant nothing." He said, in an extremely fast pace.
"You're right, we were both feeling bad and it was just a slip up. It meant nothing." She said, just as fast as he.
They smiled to each other, feeling as if the tension had been lifted and walked together through the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Despite the amount of time that had past Harry felt incredibly stiff, as if he and just run a long distance in cold weather. He could see that Hermione felt that same way as she was constantly massaging her muscles. When the made it to the Great Hall, they found it completely disserted from any staff member or house elf. No food was on the tables, but the flatware was still on each table spotlessly clean. They sat down at the Gryffindor table and took out their black journals and began to write about the dream and talk about it form each perspective. Hermione had seen it longer than Harry had, but the worst part was she had seen him die and he heard her sniffle faintly as she told him this. Slowly students began to filter into the Great Hall, some still droopy-eyed from staying up too late the night before. Ron, Ginny and Seamus were the first fifth years to come into the hall, Seamus looking almost sick. Harry and Hermione hastily put their books away, shoving them in Hermione's book bag, and smiled at their friends. It was quite hard to carry on a conversation with the exhausted people, Seamus was clutching his stomach, having eaten too many sweets, Ron was stuffing his face and Ginny was practically sleeping on her plate of waffles. Harry found that he wasn't very good company either, since he was sore all over and extremely tired from being up so late and so early. Hermione seemed to share his sentiment.
Right after breakfast, the small group took the carriages to Hogsmeade. Once there, they bought more candy, went into the joke shop and drank as much butterbear as they could stomach. They chilly air didn't really seem to bother them as they walked through the small village and looked into all of the shops. They stayed there until a little while after lunch before they took the carriages back. Hermione wanted to get some homework done and they had had enough candy for one weekend, so they climbed into the rather bumpy carriages to go back to the castle.
"I don't see why you have to do homework now." Said Ron, who wouldn't do any homework until late Sunday evening.
"I want to have tomorrow free and besides, I don't really feel like walking." Said Hermione, looking over to Harry as she said this.
Harry nodded, knowing that if they continued walking they wouldn't be able to move by tomorrow. "Besides Ron, it's too cold. We were just walking around anyway." Said Harry, trying to get him to drop the subject.
Ron seemed satisfied with this, but still not happy, and continued to sulk as they walked into Gryffindor tower. Once there, barley a soul sitting inside, they began doing their homework, but Harry's mind drifted to something else. It drifted to the woman he had seen walking away form the Forbidden Forest. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind as to why she might have been there, but each one was more ludicrous than the next. It could have been one of the teachers, McGonagall or Sprout, but in the back of his mind he knew it was neither one of them. He wanted desperately to know whom it could be, what she was doing out in the forest in the middle of the night and why she had to be so secretive. This was really starting to trouble him, and he wanted to figure it out before he went mad with curiosity. Hopefully, it would come together soon.
A/N: Alright, first off, I want to start to formally thank all of you for reviewing and also answer some of your questions. Please review the next chapter and I will answer any of your questions. So here we go.
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Second of all, I'm sorry it's so short and took so long, but I've been busy with school and things. I'll try to do better on the next one. Promise.