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Chapter 4 - A Weird Dream
The carriages rolled along the bumpy road to Hogwarts, the place Harry missed most. 'Welcome home Harry,' said Ron, as he usually does. 'Hey Harry, where is the magic carpet that you bought?' asked Hermione. 'I got it in my trunk, I haven't had enough time to ride it, I even missed that race,' Harry said, feeling a bit disappointed about missing something that sounded like fun. 'Yeah, you missed the race alright, I forgot all about that,' said Ron.
Everyone stayed quiet the rest of the trip. It was only when the horseless- carriage stopped in front of the steps leading to the entrance hall, did they notice something weird; Draco hasn't bothered them yet. Harry jumped out of the carriage, followed by Ron and then Hermione. Just as the carriage left, another one arrived. 'Speak of the Devil, it's Dracula McFool!' said Ron disappointedly. 'Hey, I may be a fool, but that's no reason to call me Dracu.HEY!' said Malfoy trying to sound cool, but not succeeding. 'Could have fooled me,' said Ron sounding pleased. Malfoy walked away muttering to his two boulders, he turned around and yelled something stupid like he usually does. 'This year, you'll die Potter, you'll die very painfully!' 'That sounds like fun Malfoy! Can't wait,' said Harry sounding very disturbed at what he had just heard. Harry walked from his friends to the entrance hall in no mood to talk. Harry watched The Sorting Ceremony half- heartedly, in no mood to be happy. All through dinner, he thought about what Malfoy had said. No one talked to him, at least half the school would have heard what Malfoy had said.
Harry was stopped, leaving the Dining Hall. It was McGonagall, 'Are you all right Potter? I've been watching you after what Malfoy said.You didn't talk to anyone during dinner, not even Ron or Hermione,' said McGonagall slightly worried that the hero of Gryffindor might have a serious problem. 'If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Just it might be better if you talked to somebody,' McGonagall said turning on her heel and heading back into the Dining Hall. Harry stared after her, and then left, only stopping to ask for the password to Gryffindor Tower from Nearly Headless Nick. Harry ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower. 'Excalibur!' muttered Harry to the Fat Lady in the Portrait. He headed upstairs and got dressed, not noticing his stuff was bought up like usual and closed the curtains around his bed. He thought for ages and ages until the sound of footsteps came up the stairs. The owner, a worried Ron came in, 'Are you all right Harry?' Harry didn't answer, pretending to be asleep. Ron left. Harry fell into a deep sleep, featuring the most bizarre dream he'd ever had. Harry walked down a familiar hallway, which he didn't know (very confusing for Harry). He saw the mother he didn't have most of his life playing with a young Harry, a tear came in his eye as he walked to the next room. James sat in there, telling a story to the young Harry. The young boy looked happy in every room. He moved on and in the next room, were both his parents talking to Dumbledore over a cup of tea. The young scar-less boy sat on his daddy's lap. Harry stopped for a moment, staring at the scene, a second later a dark figure stood over them. The people in the room didn't seem to notice that a shadow went over the table they were sitting at, but Dumbledore jumped out of the way, just in time. 'Look out!' Dumbledore warned. Harry woke up, covered in cold sweat and wondered. Did that dream mean something?
A/N: See? I said it would start getting interesting! Also, very sorry to Aryante for insulting Malfoy. And also for using your nick name for him: Dracula.
Chapter 4 - A Weird Dream
The carriages rolled along the bumpy road to Hogwarts, the place Harry missed most. 'Welcome home Harry,' said Ron, as he usually does. 'Hey Harry, where is the magic carpet that you bought?' asked Hermione. 'I got it in my trunk, I haven't had enough time to ride it, I even missed that race,' Harry said, feeling a bit disappointed about missing something that sounded like fun. 'Yeah, you missed the race alright, I forgot all about that,' said Ron.
Everyone stayed quiet the rest of the trip. It was only when the horseless- carriage stopped in front of the steps leading to the entrance hall, did they notice something weird; Draco hasn't bothered them yet. Harry jumped out of the carriage, followed by Ron and then Hermione. Just as the carriage left, another one arrived. 'Speak of the Devil, it's Dracula McFool!' said Ron disappointedly. 'Hey, I may be a fool, but that's no reason to call me Dracu.HEY!' said Malfoy trying to sound cool, but not succeeding. 'Could have fooled me,' said Ron sounding pleased. Malfoy walked away muttering to his two boulders, he turned around and yelled something stupid like he usually does. 'This year, you'll die Potter, you'll die very painfully!' 'That sounds like fun Malfoy! Can't wait,' said Harry sounding very disturbed at what he had just heard. Harry walked from his friends to the entrance hall in no mood to talk. Harry watched The Sorting Ceremony half- heartedly, in no mood to be happy. All through dinner, he thought about what Malfoy had said. No one talked to him, at least half the school would have heard what Malfoy had said.
Harry was stopped, leaving the Dining Hall. It was McGonagall, 'Are you all right Potter? I've been watching you after what Malfoy said.You didn't talk to anyone during dinner, not even Ron or Hermione,' said McGonagall slightly worried that the hero of Gryffindor might have a serious problem. 'If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Just it might be better if you talked to somebody,' McGonagall said turning on her heel and heading back into the Dining Hall. Harry stared after her, and then left, only stopping to ask for the password to Gryffindor Tower from Nearly Headless Nick. Harry ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower. 'Excalibur!' muttered Harry to the Fat Lady in the Portrait. He headed upstairs and got dressed, not noticing his stuff was bought up like usual and closed the curtains around his bed. He thought for ages and ages until the sound of footsteps came up the stairs. The owner, a worried Ron came in, 'Are you all right Harry?' Harry didn't answer, pretending to be asleep. Ron left. Harry fell into a deep sleep, featuring the most bizarre dream he'd ever had. Harry walked down a familiar hallway, which he didn't know (very confusing for Harry). He saw the mother he didn't have most of his life playing with a young Harry, a tear came in his eye as he walked to the next room. James sat in there, telling a story to the young Harry. The young boy looked happy in every room. He moved on and in the next room, were both his parents talking to Dumbledore over a cup of tea. The young scar-less boy sat on his daddy's lap. Harry stopped for a moment, staring at the scene, a second later a dark figure stood over them. The people in the room didn't seem to notice that a shadow went over the table they were sitting at, but Dumbledore jumped out of the way, just in time. 'Look out!' Dumbledore warned. Harry woke up, covered in cold sweat and wondered. Did that dream mean something?
A/N: See? I said it would start getting interesting! Also, very sorry to Aryante for insulting Malfoy. And also for using your nick name for him: Dracula.