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Chapter Six - Restless Night
Harry sat bolt up right in his bed and held his hand to his forehead. A piercing pain was coming from the lightning shape scar. The pain didn't go away right away, but when it did he removed his hand and tried to remember what he had dreamed of.
He could remember it was dark. There were hooded figures walking around in the dark. Death Eaters. He remembered them walking up to a building and using what Harry thought were wands shot lightning at the walls to blow a hole in the wall.
That is when everything got confusing. There was a lot of people running around, more people in cloaks, and loud noises. That is when he thought his scar really began to hurt causing him to wake.
He knew that he had to go see Dumbledore, as while as write to Sirius. But looking at the clock he saw that it was almost midnight and was sure that Dumbledore was asleep. He couldn't just go waking in his office and waking him up. He would just have to wait till morning. Harry tried to lie back down and get his mind off his dream. Yesterday him, Ron, Hermione, and the twins, along with many other students had gone outside to enjoy the great day. They had had a good time flying around on their brooms. They even got Hermione on Harry's broom, and believe it or not she was rather good at flying.
Harry thought about getting back to practicing for quidditch. As Harry sat there thinking about flying around after the golden snitch, an image of the cloak figures from his dream flashed back into his mind. This time he yelled out loud as he sat back up in his bed.
The yelled seem to have wakened Ron because he began to move around in his bed. "Harry, is that you?" called Ron from his bed.
Harry could now see in the dim light that Ron was sitting up in his be. "Sorry Ron didn't mean to wake you," said Harry trying to sound calm. "It was nothing, just go back to sleep."
Harry got the idea that Ron didn't believe him when he saw that Ron was getting out of his bed. "I don't thing that was nothing, Harry. Why did ya yell?" Ron came over to Harry's bed and he made room for him to sit down next to him.
"I'm afraid that I had a dream about the death eaters," said Harry deciding that he should just tell Ron, what harm could it do.
"Bloody hell," said Ron.
"I don't really know what they were doing, I woke up before I could see that."
"How do you know that it was the death eaters and not just a bad dream?" asked Ron hoping that Harry would just be having bad dreams. He had gone through a lot and was overwhelmed with it all.
"Because my scar was hurting." Ron took a big gasp. "That means that what ever I saw was true, Ron."
Ron was afraid that Harry was right. He knew just as well as Harry did that anytime that scar of his was hurting nothing good could come from it. "You have to tell Dumbledore about this right away."
"Ron, it's in the middle of the night. I am not going to running into his office at this time of the night." Harry got up out of bed and began to walk around the room, before stopping at the window. Ron got up off the bed as well and joined him at the window.
"If you don't then I will." Ron turned and left the room and down to the common room.
"Ron, wait," said Harry following Ron out the room. "What are you doing?"
He stopped at the top of the stairs. He know Ron was right and that he had to see Dumbledore right now, this couldn't wait till morning. "Ron, wait. Let me get the cloak. I don't want to get in trouble for this." Harry ran back into the room and grab his bag that the cloak was still in.
"Okay," said Ron as Harry came back down the stairs. He throw the cloak around the two of them and the left out through the portrait hole. The woke the fat lady on their way out the hole.
"Who's there," she asked but neither boys answered her and kept on walking. Walking down the last flight of stairs that went by the front door they headed the doors open. In walked Professor Hope.
"Look Harry, it's Professor Hope," whispered Ron. Professor Hope closed the door behind her, and looked around. Not seeing anyone she took off up the stairs that they just came down almost touching them.
"That was a close one," said Harry as they watched her walk up the stairs. "I wonder what she was doing?"
"We can think about that later. Right now lets just get to Professor Dumbledore." They moved down the hallway that lead to his office. When they were almost to his office, Professor McGonagall came around the corner, stopping short of hitting them.
"Who's there," she asked holding her hand out. Ron and Harry had to bend backwards to dodge her hand.
"She can help," said Ron and before Harry to stop him he pulled the cloak off them.
Professor McGonagall jumped back. "Oh my goodness." When she recovered she got her stern look back in her face. "What do you two think you are doing out of bad this late. I thought we had made it clear to you Potter that we didn't want you to go wandering off."
"Professor, you don't understand," said Ron.
"I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore," said Harry stepping toward McGonagall.
"What for Potter. It's very late," said McGonagall looking down at Harry with a very stern look that made Harry take a big gulp.
Ron, seeing Harry hesitate jumped forward. "Harry had some dream and then his scar starting hurting him. We wanted to wait till morning but we knew we just had to tell Dumbledore."
McGonagall turning back to Harry with concern in her eyes. "Is that true Potter?"
"Yes Professor."
"Well that is serious." She turned and walked to the statue of the Phoenix. "Pumpkin Pie," she said and the statue moved to reveal the stairs that would lead to the Headmaster's office. "Please wait a moment." She stepped up the stairs and went up to his office. Harry thought that she must be going to tell Dumbledore.
"Bloody Hell," said Ron looking at the stairs. He had never seen it before and was obviously surprised by it.
Before long McGonagall came back down. You can go up now Potter," she said pointing up the stairs, then turned back to Ron. "I will take you back to your dormitory Weasley."
They did as she said. Harry went up the stairs and Ron left to go back with McGonagall. At the top of stairs he saw the all to familiar wooden doors. Walking up to them, he stopped and notice something that he had never seen before. A short hallway extended to two other wooden doors. He wonder about it for a moment till he heard Dumbledore opening the door.
"Hello, Harry," he said opening the door wide enough for Harry to come in and closed it after him. "I guess that it would be appropriate to say 'good morning.'"
Harry realized what he meant by that when he saw that the clock read 12:30.
"Please Harry, have a seat," said Dumbledore walking around his desk to sit in his chair. Harry did as he was asked and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Professor McGonagall told me that you had a dream and that your scar started hurting you. If you wouldn't mind I would like it if you told me about this dream."
"I don't really remember very much and it was very sketchy," said Harry trying to think hard about the dream. "There were many people dressed in cloaks and I got the feeling that they were death eaters. They seemed to be breaking into some building. That's all that really happened before I woke up because my scar was hurting me so much. I think it was Voldermort."
"That would seem very likely. I am glad you came to see me about this Harry. Can you remember anything more?"
"I think they did get into the building because more cloaked figures came and there was a lot of noise. But nothing more than that." Harry looked down at his hand in his lap. "Sorry Professor."
"No, no, that's quite all right Harry." Dumbledore got up from his seat and walked around to face Harry. He was about to say something to him but a knock came from the door. "Come in." Madam Pomfrey walked into the circular office.
She gasped when she saw Harry, running up to him she started to check him out. "Oh you poor thing," she said feeling Harry's forehead. Harry hated when she did this, treating him like he was so fragile.
Dumbledore held his hand up and Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing. "Poppy did you bring it?"
"Yes," said Pomfrey pulling a small, clear blue bottle out of her pocket and handing it to him.
"Harry this is a strong sleeping potion that will allow you to get a dreamless sleep. Professor McGonagall is waiting for you outside my office waiting to take you back to your dormitory. When you get back in bed I want you to take this." Dumbledore handed Harry the bottle.
"Yes Professor," said Harry taking the bottle from Dumbledore. He looked at the bottle in his hand. I had taken this once before when he first battled Voldermort. He got up from his chair and walked to the door, opening it he saw Professor McGonagall waiting for him. But to Harry's surprise Professor Hope had been there as well and seemed as though the two of them had been talking.
"There you are Potter. It's time we get you back to bed." They left down the stairs but as Harry pasted Professor Hope he looked at her to see that she looked like she was about to cry.
They didn't talk at all on their way up. It seemed to be a short walk for Harry was to busy thinking about other things. "Here we are Potter," said McGonagall. Harry looked up see that the portrait hole was already open. He walked inside after exchanging goodnights with Professor McGonagall.
Walking into the common room he found Ron sitting in a chair by the fire that faced the portrait hole. He got up as soon as he saw Harry enter. "Harry your back." Harry could tell that Ron was half asleep.
Together they walked up the stairs to their room. Going over to his bed he saw that the clock read 1:15. "It's been a long night," Harry thought out loud. Once they were both in their beds Harry turned to Ron. "Dumbledore gave me a sleeping potion to drink," Harry said Holding up the small bottle. "I am not really sure when I will wake up."
Ron nodded that he understood what Harry meant. Harry saw Ron lay down to go to sleep. He wait a few minutes till he heard the sounds that told him that Ron had gone back to sleep. He looked down at the little bottle in his hand. He took the top off and drank. It taste just as horrible as the first time, but he didn't have much time to think about it for he felt himself becoming sleepy. So he laid back and fell right into a dreamless sleep.
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Chapter Six - Restless Night
Harry sat bolt up right in his bed and held his hand to his forehead. A piercing pain was coming from the lightning shape scar. The pain didn't go away right away, but when it did he removed his hand and tried to remember what he had dreamed of.
He could remember it was dark. There were hooded figures walking around in the dark. Death Eaters. He remembered them walking up to a building and using what Harry thought were wands shot lightning at the walls to blow a hole in the wall.
That is when everything got confusing. There was a lot of people running around, more people in cloaks, and loud noises. That is when he thought his scar really began to hurt causing him to wake.
He knew that he had to go see Dumbledore, as while as write to Sirius. But looking at the clock he saw that it was almost midnight and was sure that Dumbledore was asleep. He couldn't just go waking in his office and waking him up. He would just have to wait till morning. Harry tried to lie back down and get his mind off his dream. Yesterday him, Ron, Hermione, and the twins, along with many other students had gone outside to enjoy the great day. They had had a good time flying around on their brooms. They even got Hermione on Harry's broom, and believe it or not she was rather good at flying.
Harry thought about getting back to practicing for quidditch. As Harry sat there thinking about flying around after the golden snitch, an image of the cloak figures from his dream flashed back into his mind. This time he yelled out loud as he sat back up in his bed.
The yelled seem to have wakened Ron because he began to move around in his bed. "Harry, is that you?" called Ron from his bed.
Harry could now see in the dim light that Ron was sitting up in his be. "Sorry Ron didn't mean to wake you," said Harry trying to sound calm. "It was nothing, just go back to sleep."
Harry got the idea that Ron didn't believe him when he saw that Ron was getting out of his bed. "I don't thing that was nothing, Harry. Why did ya yell?" Ron came over to Harry's bed and he made room for him to sit down next to him.
"I'm afraid that I had a dream about the death eaters," said Harry deciding that he should just tell Ron, what harm could it do.
"Bloody hell," said Ron.
"I don't really know what they were doing, I woke up before I could see that."
"How do you know that it was the death eaters and not just a bad dream?" asked Ron hoping that Harry would just be having bad dreams. He had gone through a lot and was overwhelmed with it all.
"Because my scar was hurting." Ron took a big gasp. "That means that what ever I saw was true, Ron."
Ron was afraid that Harry was right. He knew just as well as Harry did that anytime that scar of his was hurting nothing good could come from it. "You have to tell Dumbledore about this right away."
"Ron, it's in the middle of the night. I am not going to running into his office at this time of the night." Harry got up out of bed and began to walk around the room, before stopping at the window. Ron got up off the bed as well and joined him at the window.
"If you don't then I will." Ron turned and left the room and down to the common room.
"Ron, wait," said Harry following Ron out the room. "What are you doing?"
He stopped at the top of the stairs. He know Ron was right and that he had to see Dumbledore right now, this couldn't wait till morning. "Ron, wait. Let me get the cloak. I don't want to get in trouble for this." Harry ran back into the room and grab his bag that the cloak was still in.
"Okay," said Ron as Harry came back down the stairs. He throw the cloak around the two of them and the left out through the portrait hole. The woke the fat lady on their way out the hole.
"Who's there," she asked but neither boys answered her and kept on walking. Walking down the last flight of stairs that went by the front door they headed the doors open. In walked Professor Hope.
"Look Harry, it's Professor Hope," whispered Ron. Professor Hope closed the door behind her, and looked around. Not seeing anyone she took off up the stairs that they just came down almost touching them.
"That was a close one," said Harry as they watched her walk up the stairs. "I wonder what she was doing?"
"We can think about that later. Right now lets just get to Professor Dumbledore." They moved down the hallway that lead to his office. When they were almost to his office, Professor McGonagall came around the corner, stopping short of hitting them.
"Who's there," she asked holding her hand out. Ron and Harry had to bend backwards to dodge her hand.
"She can help," said Ron and before Harry to stop him he pulled the cloak off them.
Professor McGonagall jumped back. "Oh my goodness." When she recovered she got her stern look back in her face. "What do you two think you are doing out of bad this late. I thought we had made it clear to you Potter that we didn't want you to go wandering off."
"Professor, you don't understand," said Ron.
"I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore," said Harry stepping toward McGonagall.
"What for Potter. It's very late," said McGonagall looking down at Harry with a very stern look that made Harry take a big gulp.
Ron, seeing Harry hesitate jumped forward. "Harry had some dream and then his scar starting hurting him. We wanted to wait till morning but we knew we just had to tell Dumbledore."
McGonagall turning back to Harry with concern in her eyes. "Is that true Potter?"
"Yes Professor."
"Well that is serious." She turned and walked to the statue of the Phoenix. "Pumpkin Pie," she said and the statue moved to reveal the stairs that would lead to the Headmaster's office. "Please wait a moment." She stepped up the stairs and went up to his office. Harry thought that she must be going to tell Dumbledore.
"Bloody Hell," said Ron looking at the stairs. He had never seen it before and was obviously surprised by it.
Before long McGonagall came back down. You can go up now Potter," she said pointing up the stairs, then turned back to Ron. "I will take you back to your dormitory Weasley."
They did as she said. Harry went up the stairs and Ron left to go back with McGonagall. At the top of stairs he saw the all to familiar wooden doors. Walking up to them, he stopped and notice something that he had never seen before. A short hallway extended to two other wooden doors. He wonder about it for a moment till he heard Dumbledore opening the door.
"Hello, Harry," he said opening the door wide enough for Harry to come in and closed it after him. "I guess that it would be appropriate to say 'good morning.'"
Harry realized what he meant by that when he saw that the clock read 12:30.
"Please Harry, have a seat," said Dumbledore walking around his desk to sit in his chair. Harry did as he was asked and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Professor McGonagall told me that you had a dream and that your scar started hurting you. If you wouldn't mind I would like it if you told me about this dream."
"I don't really remember very much and it was very sketchy," said Harry trying to think hard about the dream. "There were many people dressed in cloaks and I got the feeling that they were death eaters. They seemed to be breaking into some building. That's all that really happened before I woke up because my scar was hurting me so much. I think it was Voldermort."
"That would seem very likely. I am glad you came to see me about this Harry. Can you remember anything more?"
"I think they did get into the building because more cloaked figures came and there was a lot of noise. But nothing more than that." Harry looked down at his hand in his lap. "Sorry Professor."
"No, no, that's quite all right Harry." Dumbledore got up from his seat and walked around to face Harry. He was about to say something to him but a knock came from the door. "Come in." Madam Pomfrey walked into the circular office.
She gasped when she saw Harry, running up to him she started to check him out. "Oh you poor thing," she said feeling Harry's forehead. Harry hated when she did this, treating him like he was so fragile.
Dumbledore held his hand up and Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing. "Poppy did you bring it?"
"Yes," said Pomfrey pulling a small, clear blue bottle out of her pocket and handing it to him.
"Harry this is a strong sleeping potion that will allow you to get a dreamless sleep. Professor McGonagall is waiting for you outside my office waiting to take you back to your dormitory. When you get back in bed I want you to take this." Dumbledore handed Harry the bottle.
"Yes Professor," said Harry taking the bottle from Dumbledore. He looked at the bottle in his hand. I had taken this once before when he first battled Voldermort. He got up from his chair and walked to the door, opening it he saw Professor McGonagall waiting for him. But to Harry's surprise Professor Hope had been there as well and seemed as though the two of them had been talking.
"There you are Potter. It's time we get you back to bed." They left down the stairs but as Harry pasted Professor Hope he looked at her to see that she looked like she was about to cry.
They didn't talk at all on their way up. It seemed to be a short walk for Harry was to busy thinking about other things. "Here we are Potter," said McGonagall. Harry looked up see that the portrait hole was already open. He walked inside after exchanging goodnights with Professor McGonagall.
Walking into the common room he found Ron sitting in a chair by the fire that faced the portrait hole. He got up as soon as he saw Harry enter. "Harry your back." Harry could tell that Ron was half asleep.
Together they walked up the stairs to their room. Going over to his bed he saw that the clock read 1:15. "It's been a long night," Harry thought out loud. Once they were both in their beds Harry turned to Ron. "Dumbledore gave me a sleeping potion to drink," Harry said Holding up the small bottle. "I am not really sure when I will wake up."
Ron nodded that he understood what Harry meant. Harry saw Ron lay down to go to sleep. He wait a few minutes till he heard the sounds that told him that Ron had gone back to sleep. He looked down at the little bottle in his hand. He took the top off and drank. It taste just as horrible as the first time, but he didn't have much time to think about it for he felt himself becoming sleepy. So he laid back and fell right into a dreamless sleep.
I will try to have another chapter up soon please keep reading!! And review, review, review, review, review!!!
