Chapter 5: In Which Harry Dreams
"Harry, Harry. Get up."
"What?" asked Harry, still groggy from his hard fall. "Whoa. Where am I?" he gazed around. Harry was in a cemetery, which was covered in fog. The fog was so dense he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly, the fog cleared, displaying a full moon. The moon had a beam of light, showing very clearly, a tombstone.
"Hello, Harry." Said the voice again.
"Who or what are you?"
"I am anything and everything."
"I don't understand." Harry said, looking confused and dazed.
"You won't, at least, not till later."
"How much later?"
"That all depends." Answered the voice, still very vague.
"On what?"
"On you."
Harry thought he saw a white figure leaning against the tombstone. He walked toward it and gasped in horror. On the tombstone, was the name: Ron Weasly. 1987-2002 Good friend, he met a very sticky end
"Wha..What happened to him?" Harry asked looking mortified.
"He met someone very dangerous in his 5th year at Hogwarts."
"Voldemort?" whispered Harry.
"No."
"Then who?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Well then what can you tell me? Give me something more than an answer that's not an answer at all!"
"Harry." Said another voice, this one was familiar.
Harry turned and saw the face of his godfather, Sirius Black.
"Sirius! Where am I? What's going on?"
Sirius said nothing, only beckoned him to follow him. Harry obliged.
They walked for a while in complete silence. Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He asked, "Sirius, where are we going?"
This time, Sirius answered, "Time. We are walking along Time itself."
"What?"
"Harry, your dreams are unlike those of others. You see things. Things that happen, will happen, and have happened."
"Are you saying this is a dream?"
"Possibly. But is life not a dream?"
"What do you mean?"
"Life. It can be seen as you wish to see it. Some choose to believe that their dreams are real and life is a dream. How can you tell if your whole life is just a dream and you are not really a dragon, having a nice long nap? Or maybe you don't even exist. You are someone else's dream."
Harry stopped walking and stared at him.
"Beware, Harry. Beware of the Wolf."
"The Wolf? What's the Wolf?" but Sirius had disappeared.
"The Wolf, Harry." Said a new voice. It was the voice of James.
"Dad?" choked Harry.
"Yes."
"Oh dad!" exclaimed Harry.
As soon as he said this, James disappeared. In his place, Hermione was there.
"Mione?" she said nothing. Very soon, all of the people Harry cared about were filtering into one another, until at last he was not able to tell them apart. Remus, Sirius, Lily, James, Ron, Hermione, Fred, Ginny, George, Dumbledore, Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly.
They all said the same thing. "Beware of the Wolf. There is a Wolf amongst you. Beware.Beware.Beware." it became a dull chant. Growing softer, then louder, then softer again.
"No.no..no. What is the Wolf? Who is the Wolf?" asked Harry.
He woke up to find Ryly, standing over him, with a long jagged knife clutched in her fist. "I'm sorry, Harry. The Lord wishes it." She whispered in his ear, then jabbed it straight at his heart.
A/N Well, what do you think? Is it getting better, or worse? Well, chapter 6 will be put up on Tuesday or Wednesday. Now, do the nice thing and push that button down, there. Thanks!
"Harry, Harry. Get up."
"What?" asked Harry, still groggy from his hard fall. "Whoa. Where am I?" he gazed around. Harry was in a cemetery, which was covered in fog. The fog was so dense he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly, the fog cleared, displaying a full moon. The moon had a beam of light, showing very clearly, a tombstone.
"Hello, Harry." Said the voice again.
"Who or what are you?"
"I am anything and everything."
"I don't understand." Harry said, looking confused and dazed.
"You won't, at least, not till later."
"How much later?"
"That all depends." Answered the voice, still very vague.
"On what?"
"On you."
Harry thought he saw a white figure leaning against the tombstone. He walked toward it and gasped in horror. On the tombstone, was the name: Ron Weasly. 1987-2002 Good friend, he met a very sticky end
"Wha..What happened to him?" Harry asked looking mortified.
"He met someone very dangerous in his 5th year at Hogwarts."
"Voldemort?" whispered Harry.
"No."
"Then who?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Well then what can you tell me? Give me something more than an answer that's not an answer at all!"
"Harry." Said another voice, this one was familiar.
Harry turned and saw the face of his godfather, Sirius Black.
"Sirius! Where am I? What's going on?"
Sirius said nothing, only beckoned him to follow him. Harry obliged.
They walked for a while in complete silence. Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He asked, "Sirius, where are we going?"
This time, Sirius answered, "Time. We are walking along Time itself."
"What?"
"Harry, your dreams are unlike those of others. You see things. Things that happen, will happen, and have happened."
"Are you saying this is a dream?"
"Possibly. But is life not a dream?"
"What do you mean?"
"Life. It can be seen as you wish to see it. Some choose to believe that their dreams are real and life is a dream. How can you tell if your whole life is just a dream and you are not really a dragon, having a nice long nap? Or maybe you don't even exist. You are someone else's dream."
Harry stopped walking and stared at him.
"Beware, Harry. Beware of the Wolf."
"The Wolf? What's the Wolf?" but Sirius had disappeared.
"The Wolf, Harry." Said a new voice. It was the voice of James.
"Dad?" choked Harry.
"Yes."
"Oh dad!" exclaimed Harry.
As soon as he said this, James disappeared. In his place, Hermione was there.
"Mione?" she said nothing. Very soon, all of the people Harry cared about were filtering into one another, until at last he was not able to tell them apart. Remus, Sirius, Lily, James, Ron, Hermione, Fred, Ginny, George, Dumbledore, Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly.
They all said the same thing. "Beware of the Wolf. There is a Wolf amongst you. Beware.Beware.Beware." it became a dull chant. Growing softer, then louder, then softer again.
"No.no..no. What is the Wolf? Who is the Wolf?" asked Harry.
He woke up to find Ryly, standing over him, with a long jagged knife clutched in her fist. "I'm sorry, Harry. The Lord wishes it." She whispered in his ear, then jabbed it straight at his heart.
A/N Well, what do you think? Is it getting better, or worse? Well, chapter 6 will be put up on Tuesday or Wednesday. Now, do the nice thing and push that button down, there. Thanks!