Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters, places, etc in this
fan fiction. *sigh*
I'm sorry this was in the wrong section, if you read the reviews, you'll find out why. (That's what I get for being computer illiterate.) Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed! Please remember, the most critical reviews are the best ones!! (At least to me!!)
Here's the next Chapter:
"No"
Hermione looked over at Ron, then back at Harry.
"No. He's coming back, Harry. I'm sure of it. I'm checking the book again..." She grabbed the book off the ground and began pouring over it, flipping page after page, looking for some clue as to why her plan hadn't worked. The Weasleys sat down on the grass beneath an oak tree, and waited. No one spoke. The only sound was of Hermione flipping pages back and forth. Harry sat thinking of his dream, trying to remember every detail.
First, there had been all those faces of everyone he'd ever known that had died at the hands of Voldemort... then Ron... Ron was asking for help, he had been trapped... Harry sat thinking and thinking for over an hour. Hermione sat on the grass, pouring over the pages of the book.
Harry watched as a butterfly fluttered past. His eyelids drooped. A grasshopper jumped onto his chest as he lay under the shade of the old Oak. His eyes grew heavier until Harry just gave in and let them close.
Harry was trapped in his dream world again. More faces appeared than the last time. Harry saw people dressed in Muggle clothing as well as witches and wizards. He saw faces floating by that he knew must be witches and wizards, but he didn't recognize them. A couple, he noticed, very much resembled Neville Longbottom. Then, as before, Ron's face slowly emerged from this cloud of smoke and became clearer and clearer. Soon, Harry could hear Ron's voice.
"Harry, please help me. I'm alive, you have to help me! I can't get up, I can't get out... please get me out, please help me, Harry! Harry!!"
"Harry!!"
It was Hermione. She was shaking him out of his sleep.
Harry looked around. The stars were out, and everyone was staring at him.
"What happened??" he asked sleepily.
"You were having a nightmare, screaming in your sleep," George said. He looked immensely worried, and serious, which was an odd expression to be seen on his face.
Harry looked back at Hermione. "Have you found anything yet?"
"No. I'm sure he's in an enchanted sleep though, I'm just sure of it!"
"Well, what does the book say about the first incident?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, she was asleep, and her true love came up to her and kissed her. That's pretty much all it says," Hermione said. "Maybe it's because I'm not..." Hermione stared at her feet. There was a tear in her eye. "Maybe I'm not his true love."
Harry suddenly found his shoelaces very interesting. After a moment he glanced up.
"Hermione, he loves you, I know he does. There are all sorts of love you know... a mother's love" he glanced at Mrs. Weasley, "the love of a brother or sister," the 6 Weasley children looked a little embarrassed, but grinned. Harry looked back to Hermione, "and a friend's love. Ron was lucky enough to have all of these. He was... wait a minute!"
Harry brightened, his face lighting up.
"That's it!"
I'm sorry this was in the wrong section, if you read the reviews, you'll find out why. (That's what I get for being computer illiterate.) Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed! Please remember, the most critical reviews are the best ones!! (At least to me!!)
Here's the next Chapter:
"No"
Hermione looked over at Ron, then back at Harry.
"No. He's coming back, Harry. I'm sure of it. I'm checking the book again..." She grabbed the book off the ground and began pouring over it, flipping page after page, looking for some clue as to why her plan hadn't worked. The Weasleys sat down on the grass beneath an oak tree, and waited. No one spoke. The only sound was of Hermione flipping pages back and forth. Harry sat thinking of his dream, trying to remember every detail.
First, there had been all those faces of everyone he'd ever known that had died at the hands of Voldemort... then Ron... Ron was asking for help, he had been trapped... Harry sat thinking and thinking for over an hour. Hermione sat on the grass, pouring over the pages of the book.
Harry watched as a butterfly fluttered past. His eyelids drooped. A grasshopper jumped onto his chest as he lay under the shade of the old Oak. His eyes grew heavier until Harry just gave in and let them close.
Harry was trapped in his dream world again. More faces appeared than the last time. Harry saw people dressed in Muggle clothing as well as witches and wizards. He saw faces floating by that he knew must be witches and wizards, but he didn't recognize them. A couple, he noticed, very much resembled Neville Longbottom. Then, as before, Ron's face slowly emerged from this cloud of smoke and became clearer and clearer. Soon, Harry could hear Ron's voice.
"Harry, please help me. I'm alive, you have to help me! I can't get up, I can't get out... please get me out, please help me, Harry! Harry!!"
"Harry!!"
It was Hermione. She was shaking him out of his sleep.
Harry looked around. The stars were out, and everyone was staring at him.
"What happened??" he asked sleepily.
"You were having a nightmare, screaming in your sleep," George said. He looked immensely worried, and serious, which was an odd expression to be seen on his face.
Harry looked back at Hermione. "Have you found anything yet?"
"No. I'm sure he's in an enchanted sleep though, I'm just sure of it!"
"Well, what does the book say about the first incident?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, she was asleep, and her true love came up to her and kissed her. That's pretty much all it says," Hermione said. "Maybe it's because I'm not..." Hermione stared at her feet. There was a tear in her eye. "Maybe I'm not his true love."
Harry suddenly found his shoelaces very interesting. After a moment he glanced up.
"Hermione, he loves you, I know he does. There are all sorts of love you know... a mother's love" he glanced at Mrs. Weasley, "the love of a brother or sister," the 6 Weasley children looked a little embarrassed, but grinned. Harry looked back to Hermione, "and a friend's love. Ron was lucky enough to have all of these. He was... wait a minute!"
Harry brightened, his face lighting up.
"That's it!"