*~ CHAPTER NINE "The Dream" ~*
Disclaimer: I own absolutly nothing. There is a bad, bad joke in here, well, it's bad... don't shoot me. And don't shoot me for making Harry into a dork, it was fun. :)
Harry was sitting in Divination wondering how in the world he was going
to come up with a pensive, he knew he needed one. They hadn't seen an add
for two weeks, they were in October already, boy how time seemed to fly
by Harry. Speaking of flying, Harry was doing that right now, somehow this
dream was very familiar.
He was riding on the back if an eagle owl soaring through the clear
blue sky, soaring toward a brick house that was set in a valley that was
surrounded by evergreens. Lower and lower they flew, the wind blowing pleasantly
across his face, until they reached a second floor window of the brick
house, the owl flew in, but Harry didn't. Harry looked down and was amazed
that he could levitate this high. It was a dream, weird things happen in
dreams, Harry thought.
"WHAT!" boomed a cold voice that sent a chill down Harry's spine, Harry
looked back through the window and saw Voldemort pacing with a harsh, murderous
look on his face, with the a letter in his hands.
"What is it Master?" Wormtail whimpered from a dark corner, his silver
arm still caught the light. Harry suspected that it gave off light of its
own, or maybe it was his eyes just playing tricks on him.
"That Muggle lover, HOW DARE HE! CAPTURE ONE OF MY DEATH EATERS AND
THEN ISSUE THE DEMENTOR'S KISS! AN OUTRAGE!"
"Who Master? Who has Mr. Weasley caught?"
"HOW CAN A PUREBLOOD FAMILY LOVE MUGGLES SO? HE SHOULD JUST SNAP HIS
WAND IN HALF AND JOIN THEM, HOW CAN WIZARDS GO SO BAD? THAT WEASLEY!"
"Who Master? Who has he caught?" Wormtail asked again.
"IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, I'M GOING TO GET THAT WEASLEY BACK "
Voldemort screamed.
"Weasley -" but Wormtail got cut off by Professor Trelawney. "Weasley,
would you mind waking up your friend?"
"Harry? Harry! Earth to Harry!" Ron was saying.
"Huh, what?" Harry asked coming out of his dream.
"Harry you were asleep."
"I knew that."
"Where you having a premonition? Was it an apparition? What did you
see?" Professor Trelawney seemed to think that this was some new break
through.
"No it was just a normal dream," Harry lied. Lavender who was sitting
near them coughed something that sounded a lot like "Hermione!"
"No, it wasn't about her." Harry said rubbing his scar.
"Sure Harry."
"It wasn't!"
"Then what was it about?" Ron asked, "you are rubbing your scar, that
means it hurts, what's up with, Vol, oh you know who I mean."
"Nothing," Harry lied again, he couldn't tell Ron that his life and
family's was in danger. He wouldn't want Mrs. Weasley thinking that she
was going to be attacked without Harry even knowing if the dream had really
happened, he'd just have wait to see if there was news of Mr. Weasley,
or the Ministry, catching a Death Eater, in the Daily Prophet.
***
Harry's mind wasn't always where he was physically. He still hadn't
told anyone about his dream, no one, not even Professor Dumbledore. He
didn't want to raise alarm in the wizarding world for no reason. He was
finally snapped back into reality on Friday. He walked into the Potions
and standing behind his desk, was Professor Snape, who was wearing his
usual sneer.
"Potter, shut your mouth, yes I'm back, your happy Potions classes
without me are over." Malfoy seemed to be overjoyed that Snape was back,
little did he know that this was all a cover, or did he? Harry heard Ron
groan next to him.
"Seesh," Harry muttered to himself. The three took their usual seats
in the back of the dungeon. Harry thought to himself as he left the class,
that luckily there had been no news of Mr. Weasley catching a Death Eater,
it would have had to been printed, wouldn't it? They had been reading the
Daily Prophet in its entirety, because they were looking for pensives,
but still none were to be found.
Harry sat down to Lunch, and saw that there was a rush of owls flying
into the Great Hall.
"What's going on here, mail time is at breakfast. It's lunch time,"
Ron said.
"Look, they're all carrying the Daily Prophet!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, I guess we will have to wait for ours to arrive," Harry said,
"oh look here it comes."
Harry quickly scanned the paper and dropped it in shock. Charlie
Weasley was missing.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asked from across the table.
"Nothing," Harry lied. Shoot, this is my entire fault, Harry thought,
I should have told someone, at least Sirius, but no, I thought
I shouldn't alarm anyone.
"Harry, let me see it," Hermione whispered, so Harry let her and handed
her the Daily Prophet.
She looked down at the paper and saw the same message Harry had seen,
Charlie Weasley was missing. "Oh No," she said. She looked at Lavender,
who was walking towards them and sat in the seat next to Ron. She looked
like she was about to cry.
"What is it?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing," Hermione lied.
"No, he should know," Lavender said.
"Thank you Lav, now GIVE it here!"
"You're right but, oh well, here you go Ron," Hermione said handing
over the paper.
"Oh no," Ron said dropping the paper. Harry couldn't stand looking
at him, so he looked down the table but of course whom does Harry see?
Ginny, Fred and George. Ginny had tears freely streaming down her face.
George and Fred (A/N: imagine how George must feel, always second) were
trying to comfort her, but they too looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Nearly Headless Nick was sitting across from them, but that beside the
point. (A/N: I told you…)
"Ron are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Would this make you okay?" Ron snapped.
"Ron, don't be mean," Lavender said placing a hand on his back.
"Would the Weasleys please come here," Professor McGonagall said from
the entrance to Great Hall.
"Go on Ron," Lavender said standing up. Ron got up and was enveloped
in a hug from Lavender, "It'll be okay Ron, I'm sure he's okay."
"Yeah, I'm sure he's alright," Ron mumbled and walked to McGonagall
and his two brothers and sister.
"You four will be allowed to go home for the week, and will be expected
to be back this time next Friday. I am now going to take you to Dumbledore's
office so you can use the fireplace to travel back home. You do know how
to use Floo powder?" This would have been a very funny question for the
Weasleys if it hadn't been for the recent events.
"Yes," George responded, even the twins didn't find this funny.
"Good," McGonagall continued, "please send us any news that you might
get, Fizzing Whizbees," the gargoyle sprang to life and allowed them to
go to the moving staircase, "please give your parents our condolences."
Ron looked up at Professor McGonagall she looked near tears, herself. Ron
supposed that Charlie was one of her prize students, Ron would have said
favorite, but that's not like McGonagall. Charlie had helped Gryffindor
win how many Quidditch cups? Six? Something like that.
Ron had only seen her look like this once before, this was the same
face she had when Harry and him had told her that they were going to see
Hermione, who was lying petrified in the hospital wing. And it was a good
thing that they had run into McGonagall that day too, instead of going
to visit Moaning Myrtle like they were going to go to. And because of that
visit to the Hospital Wing they had figured out what lied in the Chamber
of Secrets. Oh, that year still gave Ron the creeps, big, bloodthirsty
spiders were not good, not good at all.
"Okay, seeing how you know how to use this, here it is," Professor
McGonagall said holding a bag that must have Floo powder.
"I'll go first," George volunteered.
"Okay, I'll follow," Fred mumbled.
"Ginny? I know how you don't like going last, do you want to go before
me?" Ron asked. Ginny nodded her head. "I'll take that as a yes."
George took some Floo powder and threw it into the fire and said "The
burrow."
And the same thing happened three times, and finally Professor McGonagall
was the only one standing in Professor Dumbledore's office.
***
"Oh, would you look at this?" Hermione asked.
"Huh, what?" Harry said.
"There's someone selling their pensive."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Well at least this paper was good for something, and they aren't incredibly
expensive, I was expecting 100 Galleons or something like that."
"Mhuhuhm."
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"This is all my fault."
"No it isn't there's no way you could have known."
"Yes, there is, I knew something like this was going to happen, but
I didn't tell anyone. Not even Sirius."
"Harry, you knew?" Lavender demanded.
