A/N: Ok, so I'm back. There seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding.
Voldemort did not kill Avril Lavigne. He killed a muggle girl who was
singing that song. Ok? Ok. Also, please do me a major favor. NO FLAMES!!
Constructive critasizam is ok though. I'm working on the length thing.
And now...
Gathering the Darkness
Chapter 3
He walked into the kitchen feeling gloomy. He always did after his dreams. He wondered where she lived, what she was like, who she was. It was the worst sort of torture that he could be put through, knowing that that girl had just died and he could do absolutly nothing about it. His scar ached. Wincing slightly, he sat down at the table where McGonagall had laid out pancakes and bacon. It turns out she was quite a good cook. Sirius glanced at Harry from across the table and asked, "Are you alright? You look very pale."
"I'm fine," he said and then, deciding it was no use to lie he added. "I had another dream last night."
Sirius sighed, but McGonagall looked very puzzled, "What sort of dream?"
Harry related the dream to them and she looked very concerned.
"How long has this been going on?" she questioned. When Harry mumbled something about "since the end of my third year" she got very angry.
"Did you inform Dumbledore?!?"
"Of course he did," snapped Sirius. "It was the first the thing he did when he started getting them. There is nothing the Headmaster can do."
"Oh," was all she could say in reply.
"Where are the Dursleys?" asked Harry, desprate for a subject change.
"Oh, that reminds me," Sirius growled angrily. "Those relatives of yours decided to leave at about three in the morning for a friend's house. They won't be back til the end of summer."
"YAHOO!! That's the best thing that's happened all week!" yelled Harry. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Dumbledore is going to stop by later to find out how she is, so you might wanna clean yourself up a bit," Sirius stated calmly.
"Ok then," said Harry as he turned to go up stairs.
"Oh! While you're up there, could you bring your Professor a set of robes? Her's are still pretty bloody." Mcgonagall blushed slightly at Sirius comment, but Harry grinned and nodded, making his way back to his room.
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Sirius watched his godson run up stairs before turning to McGonagall. "I worry about him."
"As do I," she responded.
"There's nothing Dumbledore can do. We asked."
"There has to be something; You can see how much that dream hurt him."
"I know I know..."
"But you're his godfather. Perhaps there is something..."
"There's nothing," he said reluctantly. "I'll go do the dishes."
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Harry stood in front of the mirror and smiled. He didn't know McGonagall was a good cook. Or that she was worried about him. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. He could hear the sounds of Dumbledore's arrival down stairs. Straightening up, he grabbed an extra set of robes and headed down stairs to greet the Headmaster.
Harry raced down the stairs, straightening his shirt as he went. As he neared the living room he saw that Professor Dumbledore had arrived. The old professor now stood talking to Sirius and Professor McGonagall. He looked sad and grief-stricken. Harry didn't want to interrupt, so he stood quietly, out of earshot on the stairwell. As he watched, he witnessed Sirius pale and shakily sat as McGonagall put a hand upon his shoulder sadly. At this Harry decided to make his presence known and stepped forward into their vision. Dumbledore looked up at him and smiled weakly, then gestured for him to have a seat.
"Have a seat Harry." After he sat down, Harry looked up at him expectantly, urging him to go on. Dumbledore took a deep breath and said quietly, "I have very grave news, Harry...."he trailed off uncertainly. "But I believe you should hurry to get your belongings first. Minerva has agreed to watch you for the rest of the holidays."
"Umm...ok..." Harry said nodding slowly as he stood. He handed the robes to McGonagall, disappeared behind the corner and ran silently and lightly up the stairs. When he got back to his room, he could hear loud sobbing bursting forth from below. It didn't take him long too pack, but he decided not to go back down the stairs until the sobbing had ended. To pass the time, he pulled out the photo album that Hagrid gave him years ago at the end of his first year. He had added to it since, of course. On the first page, there were two pictures. One was of him, Ron, and Hermione in their black school robes just before the third task during their fourth year. The next picture was of his father, Remus Lupin, and Sirius taken at the end of their fourth year. He smiled and touched the picture lightly, but was immediately knocked out cold.
When Harry opened his eyes, he found that he was in a well-kept kitchen. The walls were a faded yellow and to his left was a door leading outside. He looked to his right and noticed that Remus Lupin was sitting at the table drinking tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Harry called to him and found that didn't respond. Then he realized that this was another vision, just like his dreams. With a sense of forboding he sat on the floor to wait. He did not have to wait long.
The door to his left suddenly flew open and Harry gasped as he saw Voldemort stalking in with a triumphant devious sneer upon his face. Remus looked to him terrified and quickly stood and drew his wand, but it was too late. Voldemort killed him with a flick of his wand.
.and Harry woke up, screaming. He sat up in his bed and noticed that he was sweating profusely. Also, he noted, that he was shaking and shivering. He drew his knees to his chest and sat his chin upon them and tried to take deep breaths, but to no avail. He nearly smacked himself as he heard the thumping of feet running up the staircase to his room and the voices calling his name. "Harry! What's wrong?!" Suddenly the two professors and Sirius burst into his room and ran to him. He felt Sirius cool hands touching his face and coaxing him to look to them. But Harry looked blankly ahead, moving his lips and making nonsense. "Harry look at me! What's." But Sirius was cut short as he saw a single tear escape Harry's eye as Harry suddenly whispered a name before turning back to staring into nothing: "Remus"
And now...
Gathering the Darkness
Chapter 3
He walked into the kitchen feeling gloomy. He always did after his dreams. He wondered where she lived, what she was like, who she was. It was the worst sort of torture that he could be put through, knowing that that girl had just died and he could do absolutly nothing about it. His scar ached. Wincing slightly, he sat down at the table where McGonagall had laid out pancakes and bacon. It turns out she was quite a good cook. Sirius glanced at Harry from across the table and asked, "Are you alright? You look very pale."
"I'm fine," he said and then, deciding it was no use to lie he added. "I had another dream last night."
Sirius sighed, but McGonagall looked very puzzled, "What sort of dream?"
Harry related the dream to them and she looked very concerned.
"How long has this been going on?" she questioned. When Harry mumbled something about "since the end of my third year" she got very angry.
"Did you inform Dumbledore?!?"
"Of course he did," snapped Sirius. "It was the first the thing he did when he started getting them. There is nothing the Headmaster can do."
"Oh," was all she could say in reply.
"Where are the Dursleys?" asked Harry, desprate for a subject change.
"Oh, that reminds me," Sirius growled angrily. "Those relatives of yours decided to leave at about three in the morning for a friend's house. They won't be back til the end of summer."
"YAHOO!! That's the best thing that's happened all week!" yelled Harry. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Dumbledore is going to stop by later to find out how she is, so you might wanna clean yourself up a bit," Sirius stated calmly.
"Ok then," said Harry as he turned to go up stairs.
"Oh! While you're up there, could you bring your Professor a set of robes? Her's are still pretty bloody." Mcgonagall blushed slightly at Sirius comment, but Harry grinned and nodded, making his way back to his room.
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Sirius watched his godson run up stairs before turning to McGonagall. "I worry about him."
"As do I," she responded.
"There's nothing Dumbledore can do. We asked."
"There has to be something; You can see how much that dream hurt him."
"I know I know..."
"But you're his godfather. Perhaps there is something..."
"There's nothing," he said reluctantly. "I'll go do the dishes."
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Harry stood in front of the mirror and smiled. He didn't know McGonagall was a good cook. Or that she was worried about him. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. He could hear the sounds of Dumbledore's arrival down stairs. Straightening up, he grabbed an extra set of robes and headed down stairs to greet the Headmaster.
Harry raced down the stairs, straightening his shirt as he went. As he neared the living room he saw that Professor Dumbledore had arrived. The old professor now stood talking to Sirius and Professor McGonagall. He looked sad and grief-stricken. Harry didn't want to interrupt, so he stood quietly, out of earshot on the stairwell. As he watched, he witnessed Sirius pale and shakily sat as McGonagall put a hand upon his shoulder sadly. At this Harry decided to make his presence known and stepped forward into their vision. Dumbledore looked up at him and smiled weakly, then gestured for him to have a seat.
"Have a seat Harry." After he sat down, Harry looked up at him expectantly, urging him to go on. Dumbledore took a deep breath and said quietly, "I have very grave news, Harry...."he trailed off uncertainly. "But I believe you should hurry to get your belongings first. Minerva has agreed to watch you for the rest of the holidays."
"Umm...ok..." Harry said nodding slowly as he stood. He handed the robes to McGonagall, disappeared behind the corner and ran silently and lightly up the stairs. When he got back to his room, he could hear loud sobbing bursting forth from below. It didn't take him long too pack, but he decided not to go back down the stairs until the sobbing had ended. To pass the time, he pulled out the photo album that Hagrid gave him years ago at the end of his first year. He had added to it since, of course. On the first page, there were two pictures. One was of him, Ron, and Hermione in their black school robes just before the third task during their fourth year. The next picture was of his father, Remus Lupin, and Sirius taken at the end of their fourth year. He smiled and touched the picture lightly, but was immediately knocked out cold.
When Harry opened his eyes, he found that he was in a well-kept kitchen. The walls were a faded yellow and to his left was a door leading outside. He looked to his right and noticed that Remus Lupin was sitting at the table drinking tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Harry called to him and found that didn't respond. Then he realized that this was another vision, just like his dreams. With a sense of forboding he sat on the floor to wait. He did not have to wait long.
The door to his left suddenly flew open and Harry gasped as he saw Voldemort stalking in with a triumphant devious sneer upon his face. Remus looked to him terrified and quickly stood and drew his wand, but it was too late. Voldemort killed him with a flick of his wand.
.and Harry woke up, screaming. He sat up in his bed and noticed that he was sweating profusely. Also, he noted, that he was shaking and shivering. He drew his knees to his chest and sat his chin upon them and tried to take deep breaths, but to no avail. He nearly smacked himself as he heard the thumping of feet running up the staircase to his room and the voices calling his name. "Harry! What's wrong?!" Suddenly the two professors and Sirius burst into his room and ran to him. He felt Sirius cool hands touching his face and coaxing him to look to them. But Harry looked blankly ahead, moving his lips and making nonsense. "Harry look at me! What's." But Sirius was cut short as he saw a single tear escape Harry's eye as Harry suddenly whispered a name before turning back to staring into nothing: "Remus"