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Chapter 4 - Don't sit on me!
Someone was screaming. He had to help them.
Harry tried to lift his arms but they felt like lead and lay limply at his sides. The person was screaming again, pleading and begging for something, but as hard as he tried he couldn't make out what they were saying. He opened his eyes as far as they could but all he saw was red.
There was more screaming, then a menacing laughter. His head pounded as he strained with all his might to hear what the person was saying, but then.
'Harry!'
Harry awoke with a start drenched in a cold sweat. His heart was racing as he tried to remember his dream, but all was blurry now, fuzzy, he couldn't remember it. Then before he could come across another thought, his mind was cleared and his head fell pack onto his pillow with a soft 'thump'. Once again he was asleep, but this time, dreamless.
Unknown to the sleeping boys, the door to their dormitory latched closed silently as possible, draining out the arguing whispers behind it.
"I can't believe you forgot!" One voiced whispered fiercely.
"I didn't forget." A calmer second voice answered.
"Oh, yeah! Then I'm the Queen of England!" Rebutted the first voice in a higher voice.
"Keep it down 'Nel. We don't want to wake anyone."
"Right, right. Sorry. Let's just get out of here." Gryffindor dormitory was once again silent, beside the faint howl of the winds outside.
Harry woke again about an hour later, but this time not due to a horrific dream, but due to the horrific noise of Neville's snoring. Harry sighed, and reached across to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses. He slipped them on while staring blankly at the clock. '4.to early to be up.' He groaned, contemplated going back to sleep when Neville let loose a tremendous snort. Harry sighed and rolled out from bed and dressed in his normal black school robes, then running his hands through his messy hair, he walked out of the dormitory and down the stairs into the common room.
Tired and slightly blurred eyed, Harry made his way to the big couch in front of the fire, hoping maybe he could get some sleep before classes started in the morning. He was about to sit down when,
"You aren't going to sit on me, are you?" Harry suddenly snapped awake and looked down at where he was about to sit and saw Remy already sitting there, looking about as tired as he felt, with a book propped open on her knees. Thoroughly embarrassed, Harry muttered his apologies and sank down into the couch on the other side of her.
"The wind keeping you awake?" Remy asked, closing her book and placing it in between them.
"No, Neville." Harry muttered absentmindedly looking down at the book she just put down. Remy noticed Harry staring at the book.
"Even half asleep you seem to be drawn to quidditch."
"Huh?"
"The book." Finally looking at the book wholly, Harry saw that it was a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages - Volume 2.
"Oh yeah," He laughed nervously and tiredly. "I guess I do. Do you like quidditch?" Right after he asked the question, Harry mentally slapped himself. 'Why else would she be reading the book you twit? You're smooth, very smooth.' He inwardly yelled at himself.
"Of course!" Remy answered, taking no heed to Harry's denseness. "Who doesn't? Oh and I hope you don't mind about the book." Harry looked at her blankly.
"What?"
"The book. I borrowed it from Hermione, who borrowed it from Ron, who apparently borrowed it from you."
"Oh yeah! I was wondering what happened to my copy."
"You can have it back if you want." Remy said, picking up the book and handing it to him, but Harry just shook his head.
"No that's okay. You can finish reading it. Besides, I think I've memorized the whole thing by now."
"Really, well, then what does it say on page," Remy opened the book and scanned the page, while Harry sat there dumbfounded, 'I didn't mean it literally.' "What does it say on page 75, the third paragraph from the top?"
"Er." Harry sat there not believing she was doing this, now what could he saw without looking stupid. But before he could answer, Remy started laughing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that." She closed the book and put it back in between them. "So, Hermione tells me that you are looking for a keeper."
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So tired.must sleep..review please.thanks..::snore::
Star and Glade 1-31-03
Don't own anything.
Chapter 4 - Don't sit on me!
Someone was screaming. He had to help them.
Harry tried to lift his arms but they felt like lead and lay limply at his sides. The person was screaming again, pleading and begging for something, but as hard as he tried he couldn't make out what they were saying. He opened his eyes as far as they could but all he saw was red.
There was more screaming, then a menacing laughter. His head pounded as he strained with all his might to hear what the person was saying, but then.
'Harry!'
Harry awoke with a start drenched in a cold sweat. His heart was racing as he tried to remember his dream, but all was blurry now, fuzzy, he couldn't remember it. Then before he could come across another thought, his mind was cleared and his head fell pack onto his pillow with a soft 'thump'. Once again he was asleep, but this time, dreamless.
Unknown to the sleeping boys, the door to their dormitory latched closed silently as possible, draining out the arguing whispers behind it.
"I can't believe you forgot!" One voiced whispered fiercely.
"I didn't forget." A calmer second voice answered.
"Oh, yeah! Then I'm the Queen of England!" Rebutted the first voice in a higher voice.
"Keep it down 'Nel. We don't want to wake anyone."
"Right, right. Sorry. Let's just get out of here." Gryffindor dormitory was once again silent, beside the faint howl of the winds outside.
Harry woke again about an hour later, but this time not due to a horrific dream, but due to the horrific noise of Neville's snoring. Harry sighed, and reached across to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses. He slipped them on while staring blankly at the clock. '4.to early to be up.' He groaned, contemplated going back to sleep when Neville let loose a tremendous snort. Harry sighed and rolled out from bed and dressed in his normal black school robes, then running his hands through his messy hair, he walked out of the dormitory and down the stairs into the common room.
Tired and slightly blurred eyed, Harry made his way to the big couch in front of the fire, hoping maybe he could get some sleep before classes started in the morning. He was about to sit down when,
"You aren't going to sit on me, are you?" Harry suddenly snapped awake and looked down at where he was about to sit and saw Remy already sitting there, looking about as tired as he felt, with a book propped open on her knees. Thoroughly embarrassed, Harry muttered his apologies and sank down into the couch on the other side of her.
"The wind keeping you awake?" Remy asked, closing her book and placing it in between them.
"No, Neville." Harry muttered absentmindedly looking down at the book she just put down. Remy noticed Harry staring at the book.
"Even half asleep you seem to be drawn to quidditch."
"Huh?"
"The book." Finally looking at the book wholly, Harry saw that it was a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages - Volume 2.
"Oh yeah," He laughed nervously and tiredly. "I guess I do. Do you like quidditch?" Right after he asked the question, Harry mentally slapped himself. 'Why else would she be reading the book you twit? You're smooth, very smooth.' He inwardly yelled at himself.
"Of course!" Remy answered, taking no heed to Harry's denseness. "Who doesn't? Oh and I hope you don't mind about the book." Harry looked at her blankly.
"What?"
"The book. I borrowed it from Hermione, who borrowed it from Ron, who apparently borrowed it from you."
"Oh yeah! I was wondering what happened to my copy."
"You can have it back if you want." Remy said, picking up the book and handing it to him, but Harry just shook his head.
"No that's okay. You can finish reading it. Besides, I think I've memorized the whole thing by now."
"Really, well, then what does it say on page," Remy opened the book and scanned the page, while Harry sat there dumbfounded, 'I didn't mean it literally.' "What does it say on page 75, the third paragraph from the top?"
"Er." Harry sat there not believing she was doing this, now what could he saw without looking stupid. But before he could answer, Remy started laughing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that." She closed the book and put it back in between them. "So, Hermione tells me that you are looking for a keeper."
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So tired.must sleep..review please.thanks..::snore::
Star and Glade 1-31-03