(A/N) Hi people! I had fun writing that hangover part. Glad you guys liked
it. I still think this retarded computer won't let me italize. And I have
no clue about how long it takes for a new chappie to upload for some
people. Anywayz, enjoy!
Disclaimers:Hm. I don't own Harry Potter. So don't sue me. I don't have any money anyways.
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(The following is supposed to be italized, but like I said... Anyways, this is a dream if you can't figure it out by reading it.)
Harry scrunched up his eyes, attempting to see in the darkness.
He was in a forest, that much he could feel and see.
He stopped when the sound of giggling and talking reached his ears. He pushed a bush aside to reveal a large clearing with white sand, like a beach.
A large waterfall foamed into a large pond. He gaped.
About thirty nymphs were giggling and chattering with each other. They glowed, wearing rags as short skirts and small tops.
They all stopped giggling and a silence passed as Harry felt thousands of beautiful faces turn to him.
One nymph with long, golden hair stepped up and placed a necklace of pink flowers around his neck. As if on cue, the rest of the nymphs stood and followed suit.
Some pawed at his chest,others cupped his face and nearly all of them kissed him on the cheeks.
Nearly. A pale nymph remained on her rock, her dark hair surrounding her, watching the whole episode with disgust. She wore all blue and was easily the most dressed. A long rag was tied around her waist, and another tied around her chest, exposing her stomach.
A thin, but noticable lightning bolt crossed her chest, reendering her imperfect.
The golden nymph followed his eyes and made a face. "Do not waste your valueable time with that one, Boy Who Lived. She is imperfect, therefore different from the rest of us. Come with us."
Harry allowed himself to be dragged towards the waterfall, stopping in front of the blue nymph on the way.
Her sapphire blue eyes met his and for a second, Harry felt paralyzed. He froze under her icy stare until the golden one, which he was beginning to believe to be the leader, pulled him away, glaring at Blue.
He let the nymphs pamper him, feeding him grapes and insisting on bathing him in the pond.
He felt like he was in heaven, but the nymphs only referred to him as "The Boy Who Lived". What was worse, was that his eyes would travel to Blue, who remained on her rock, whittling her flute.
Everytime he did this, the nymphs would get mad and pout, forcing him to redirect his attention to them.
As night fell, the perfect nymphs fell asleep, snuggling close to Harry. He felt his eyes droop until a strange, enchanting tune met his ears.
He looked up to see the blue nymph on her stomach with the flute to her lips. The eerie tune surronded him and he stood up, trying not to wake the perfect nymphs.
As he reached Blue, she stopped playing and met his eyes once more. "May I be of service, Harry Potter?"
Harry was so relieved that she didn't call him "The Boy Who Lived", that he didn't realize that he was laying across her lap.
He looked up and said, "I can't sleep."
"Then sleep, Harry Potter." She raised the flute to her lips again, and played a softer, beautiful song.
With each note, he felt his eyelids become heavier and heavier, until he was lost in the music.
Harry's eyes opened with a snap and he sat up. The nymph was gone and so was her music.
A glow lit the side of his face and he turned towards it. A large bonfire burned in another clearing, a few yards away. He could make out a shadowy figure twisting her body to the eerie music he had heard at first.
He stepped out into the clearing to see Blue dancing intently to the music that was playing without a source, for the flute was no where to be seen.
She met his eyes again and Harry froze. Her dancing didn't so much as break for she spun around and placed a silk shawl around his neck.
He finally found the feeling in his body again and he reached out to touch her as she danced slowly in front of him.
His hand went right through her, and the image of the blue nymph rippled like water. She laughed softly and danced away.
"Dance with me, Harry Potter." Her vioce echoed faintly and Harry shook his head.
"I can't dance like that."
"Try. Join me."
She reached out a hand and after staring at it for a second, Harry took it.
Her image once again rippled, but she was solid.
The music stopped and the fire roared beside them. She stopped dancing.
She smiled. "Catch me, Harry Potter."
And she ran, leaving Harry to stagger, suprised behind her.
She ran through the woods and stopped at the top of the water fall. She turned to Harry and began walking backwards on the cliff.
"Wait. You'll fall." Harry stepped forward.
She smiled broadly and took another step. Harry ran up so that he was standing directly in front of her.
"Catch me, Harry Potter."
He reached forward, and once again his hands went through her. She giggled.
"How can I catch you, if I can't touch you?"
The nymph wrapped her arms around his neck, solid. She laughed lightly and pressed her lips to Harry's. He froze again as shivers shot from her lips.
She took another step away, and Harry reached for her again. And again, his hands rippled through her.
She stopped smiling and said seriously, "Catch me, Harry Potter."
Instead of another small step, she turned and ran for the edge.
Harry jumped forward and caught her skirt, just as she sailed off. He pulled her back up, but instead of the blue nymph, he found that he caught something bundled into her skirt.
He gently unwrapped it and found himself to be staring at a large sapphire. He found himself being lost into it's deep depths and blinked.
Harry felt empty and alone as he looked over the cliff to see nothing. Not even the perfect nymphs asleep on the sand.
He looked down at the sapphire and he angrily threw it over the cliff that Blue had disappeared over.
As soon as the stone hit the water, a giant wave erupted from the splash and towered over him.
He ran for the forest, as the wave crashed behind him. He continued to run until he came unto another clearing. He was suprised to see Blue playing her flute on a rock in the center.
He ran forward and took her hands. She grinned and whispered.
"Wake up, Harry Potter."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
(End italize)
"WAKE UP, WILL YOU?!"
Harry jerked awake and stared up at Ron who was drying his hair over him. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head to block off the water hitting his face.
Ron flung his hair back and grinned. He saw the confused expression on Harry's face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I had one hell of a weird dream."
"What about?"
"Nymphs."
Ron grinned again. "That's my kind of dream!"
Harry shook his head. "This one was different. You can even say that it probely meant something."
Ron shrugged.
"Go to Professor Terawleny (A/N Sorry if I spelled it wrong. I'll probely get it right in the next chap.), she could probely tell you what it meant." Harry hadn't noticed Neville pulling on his tie, in front of the mirror.
Harry gaped. "She'll probely just tell me it means I'm going to die, before I even tell her about it."
Neville shrugged, gave his tie a last tug, and grabbed his bag. "We have her today. Unless you can interpert it yourself, I suggest you ask her after class."
Ron nodded. "He's right, you know." He agreed as Neville left. "What do you have to lose?"
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Harry couldn't concentrate on his work the rest of the day. When Divination came around, he had met his decision.
He sat uneasily in his desk until the end of class. When the bell rang, Harry was suprised to see Kittie stay behind also.
She shot Harry a small grin before stepping up to Trewanaly (?).
"Yes?" She asked looking up at her through her bug-like eyes.
"I was wondering-"
"Miss. Parkinson."
"What?"
"Miss. Parkinson sent you a boquet of charmed roses that let her see into your room. You burned majority of them, letting her only see where Miss. Patil slept. Ms. Granger pressed hers, so Ms. Parkinson can only see the inside of a school book."
Kittie and Harry gaped.
Trewanley(?) continued. "Now that the plan didn't succeed, she will be trying again, and a lot sooner than you think. Her revenge will be complete and painful. Perhaps not physical."
Kittie's face burned. "I'll kill her!"
She turned and jumped out of the trapdoor, with Harry at her heels. He ran up and wrapped his arms around Kittie's waist. She fought and Harry let out a small yell as Kittie tore his skin with her nails.
He pressed her against the wall.
"Chill!"
Kittie growled as an answer and struggled even harder. Harry sighed and pulled out his wand.
A jet of water hit her face and she gasped. She stopped straining and pushed her wet locks out of her eyes.
"Cold!"
"I said, 'Chill'."
She crossed her arms angrily. Harry realized how close they were and could almost feel the heat of her anger. Or was it body heat?
Kittie slid down the wall and escaped under his arm. He ran up beside her as she continued to calmly walk.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room. I'm burning Parvati and Hermione's roses."
"They won't like that."
"They will when I tell them why."
Harry bit his lip. "Kittie?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you interpet dreams?"
She scoffed. "No. I wish I could though."
He didn't get a chance to ask why, as she turned into another corridor.
A suit of armer whistled and Kittie stopped in front of it. She slammed down it's visor and continued to the Griffindor Tower.
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A/N Don't worry, Harry will get to talk to Trewaleny next chappie. Enjoy! Still looking for revenge ideas. Review!
Disclaimers:Hm. I don't own Harry Potter. So don't sue me. I don't have any money anyways.
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(The following is supposed to be italized, but like I said... Anyways, this is a dream if you can't figure it out by reading it.)
Harry scrunched up his eyes, attempting to see in the darkness.
He was in a forest, that much he could feel and see.
He stopped when the sound of giggling and talking reached his ears. He pushed a bush aside to reveal a large clearing with white sand, like a beach.
A large waterfall foamed into a large pond. He gaped.
About thirty nymphs were giggling and chattering with each other. They glowed, wearing rags as short skirts and small tops.
They all stopped giggling and a silence passed as Harry felt thousands of beautiful faces turn to him.
One nymph with long, golden hair stepped up and placed a necklace of pink flowers around his neck. As if on cue, the rest of the nymphs stood and followed suit.
Some pawed at his chest,others cupped his face and nearly all of them kissed him on the cheeks.
Nearly. A pale nymph remained on her rock, her dark hair surrounding her, watching the whole episode with disgust. She wore all blue and was easily the most dressed. A long rag was tied around her waist, and another tied around her chest, exposing her stomach.
A thin, but noticable lightning bolt crossed her chest, reendering her imperfect.
The golden nymph followed his eyes and made a face. "Do not waste your valueable time with that one, Boy Who Lived. She is imperfect, therefore different from the rest of us. Come with us."
Harry allowed himself to be dragged towards the waterfall, stopping in front of the blue nymph on the way.
Her sapphire blue eyes met his and for a second, Harry felt paralyzed. He froze under her icy stare until the golden one, which he was beginning to believe to be the leader, pulled him away, glaring at Blue.
He let the nymphs pamper him, feeding him grapes and insisting on bathing him in the pond.
He felt like he was in heaven, but the nymphs only referred to him as "The Boy Who Lived". What was worse, was that his eyes would travel to Blue, who remained on her rock, whittling her flute.
Everytime he did this, the nymphs would get mad and pout, forcing him to redirect his attention to them.
As night fell, the perfect nymphs fell asleep, snuggling close to Harry. He felt his eyes droop until a strange, enchanting tune met his ears.
He looked up to see the blue nymph on her stomach with the flute to her lips. The eerie tune surronded him and he stood up, trying not to wake the perfect nymphs.
As he reached Blue, she stopped playing and met his eyes once more. "May I be of service, Harry Potter?"
Harry was so relieved that she didn't call him "The Boy Who Lived", that he didn't realize that he was laying across her lap.
He looked up and said, "I can't sleep."
"Then sleep, Harry Potter." She raised the flute to her lips again, and played a softer, beautiful song.
With each note, he felt his eyelids become heavier and heavier, until he was lost in the music.
Harry's eyes opened with a snap and he sat up. The nymph was gone and so was her music.
A glow lit the side of his face and he turned towards it. A large bonfire burned in another clearing, a few yards away. He could make out a shadowy figure twisting her body to the eerie music he had heard at first.
He stepped out into the clearing to see Blue dancing intently to the music that was playing without a source, for the flute was no where to be seen.
She met his eyes again and Harry froze. Her dancing didn't so much as break for she spun around and placed a silk shawl around his neck.
He finally found the feeling in his body again and he reached out to touch her as she danced slowly in front of him.
His hand went right through her, and the image of the blue nymph rippled like water. She laughed softly and danced away.
"Dance with me, Harry Potter." Her vioce echoed faintly and Harry shook his head.
"I can't dance like that."
"Try. Join me."
She reached out a hand and after staring at it for a second, Harry took it.
Her image once again rippled, but she was solid.
The music stopped and the fire roared beside them. She stopped dancing.
She smiled. "Catch me, Harry Potter."
And she ran, leaving Harry to stagger, suprised behind her.
She ran through the woods and stopped at the top of the water fall. She turned to Harry and began walking backwards on the cliff.
"Wait. You'll fall." Harry stepped forward.
She smiled broadly and took another step. Harry ran up so that he was standing directly in front of her.
"Catch me, Harry Potter."
He reached forward, and once again his hands went through her. She giggled.
"How can I catch you, if I can't touch you?"
The nymph wrapped her arms around his neck, solid. She laughed lightly and pressed her lips to Harry's. He froze again as shivers shot from her lips.
She took another step away, and Harry reached for her again. And again, his hands rippled through her.
She stopped smiling and said seriously, "Catch me, Harry Potter."
Instead of another small step, she turned and ran for the edge.
Harry jumped forward and caught her skirt, just as she sailed off. He pulled her back up, but instead of the blue nymph, he found that he caught something bundled into her skirt.
He gently unwrapped it and found himself to be staring at a large sapphire. He found himself being lost into it's deep depths and blinked.
Harry felt empty and alone as he looked over the cliff to see nothing. Not even the perfect nymphs asleep on the sand.
He looked down at the sapphire and he angrily threw it over the cliff that Blue had disappeared over.
As soon as the stone hit the water, a giant wave erupted from the splash and towered over him.
He ran for the forest, as the wave crashed behind him. He continued to run until he came unto another clearing. He was suprised to see Blue playing her flute on a rock in the center.
He ran forward and took her hands. She grinned and whispered.
"Wake up, Harry Potter."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
(End italize)
"WAKE UP, WILL YOU?!"
Harry jerked awake and stared up at Ron who was drying his hair over him. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head to block off the water hitting his face.
Ron flung his hair back and grinned. He saw the confused expression on Harry's face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I had one hell of a weird dream."
"What about?"
"Nymphs."
Ron grinned again. "That's my kind of dream!"
Harry shook his head. "This one was different. You can even say that it probely meant something."
Ron shrugged.
"Go to Professor Terawleny (A/N Sorry if I spelled it wrong. I'll probely get it right in the next chap.), she could probely tell you what it meant." Harry hadn't noticed Neville pulling on his tie, in front of the mirror.
Harry gaped. "She'll probely just tell me it means I'm going to die, before I even tell her about it."
Neville shrugged, gave his tie a last tug, and grabbed his bag. "We have her today. Unless you can interpert it yourself, I suggest you ask her after class."
Ron nodded. "He's right, you know." He agreed as Neville left. "What do you have to lose?"
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Harry couldn't concentrate on his work the rest of the day. When Divination came around, he had met his decision.
He sat uneasily in his desk until the end of class. When the bell rang, Harry was suprised to see Kittie stay behind also.
She shot Harry a small grin before stepping up to Trewanaly (?).
"Yes?" She asked looking up at her through her bug-like eyes.
"I was wondering-"
"Miss. Parkinson."
"What?"
"Miss. Parkinson sent you a boquet of charmed roses that let her see into your room. You burned majority of them, letting her only see where Miss. Patil slept. Ms. Granger pressed hers, so Ms. Parkinson can only see the inside of a school book."
Kittie and Harry gaped.
Trewanley(?) continued. "Now that the plan didn't succeed, she will be trying again, and a lot sooner than you think. Her revenge will be complete and painful. Perhaps not physical."
Kittie's face burned. "I'll kill her!"
She turned and jumped out of the trapdoor, with Harry at her heels. He ran up and wrapped his arms around Kittie's waist. She fought and Harry let out a small yell as Kittie tore his skin with her nails.
He pressed her against the wall.
"Chill!"
Kittie growled as an answer and struggled even harder. Harry sighed and pulled out his wand.
A jet of water hit her face and she gasped. She stopped straining and pushed her wet locks out of her eyes.
"Cold!"
"I said, 'Chill'."
She crossed her arms angrily. Harry realized how close they were and could almost feel the heat of her anger. Or was it body heat?
Kittie slid down the wall and escaped under his arm. He ran up beside her as she continued to calmly walk.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room. I'm burning Parvati and Hermione's roses."
"They won't like that."
"They will when I tell them why."
Harry bit his lip. "Kittie?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you interpet dreams?"
She scoffed. "No. I wish I could though."
He didn't get a chance to ask why, as she turned into another corridor.
A suit of armer whistled and Kittie stopped in front of it. She slammed down it's visor and continued to the Griffindor Tower.
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A/N Don't worry, Harry will get to talk to Trewaleny next chappie. Enjoy! Still looking for revenge ideas. Review!