A/N: I do not own anything, you know the story. Thank J.K. Rowling for the characters.
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I want to try to have a section at the beginning of every chapter responding to any questions all of you out there in reader land might have.
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Ingy: I am glad it's interesting! It's going to get more interesting, if I have my way.. my mom, who is unofficially beta-reading for me, has a few ideas, but I don't think I need them just yet.
Ellie Love: The dream was actually something that came to me in the shower, and that's where the whole idea for the story came from. I think that a lot of events will revolve around Harry's crazy dreams.
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Okay, here is the next chapter.. bum bum bum...
CHAPTER TWO
The Knight Bus delivered Harry right to the doorstep of the Leaky Cauldron.
Ave a good term, then, yelled Stan as he handed over Harry's trunk to its faintly green owner.
Feeling glad that he was at last on the solid, stationary sidewalk, Harry sat a moment on the cool, hard concrete before rolling his large black trunk with Hedwig's cage perched on top into the pub. Tom, the barkeeper, gave him a big, toothless grin, and led him up to his room.
After letting Hedwig out for her nightly hunting, Harry flopped onto the flowered comforter of the neatly-made bed. Digging in his bag, he found Hermione's response to his last letter.
Dear Harry,
I'm so glad to hear you won't have to put up with those horrid people for much longer. Try not to let them get to you, okay? Just remember that Ron and I will be arriving at Diagon Alley just a couple of days after you! I know you can hold out till then.
All my love,
Hermione
Harry looked at the words all my love again. Hermione would be arriving just the day after tomorrow! And Ron, too, Harry reminded himself, but Hermione seemed to occupy his thoughts.
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Cedric.... NOOO! The high, cruel cackling filled his mind again, as a burst of green light burst from the tip of a wand. But it wasn't Cedric, as it usually was in this dream. Lily Potter stood in the path of the light, her eyes nearly the same color as the deadly curse, and her hair as red as the color of fury. Harry was helpless, unable to save her.
But was it Lily standing there? The woman's hair was suddenly not red at all, but brown and rather bushy, her chocolate-colored eyes wide with fear. Harry found himself on his broom, barreling towards Hermione at top speed. A split second later, the girl was sitting behind him, hugging his waist so that she wouldn't fall off.
They landed gently, far away in a meadow somewhere. Hermione wanted to show him her gratitude privately...
Harry woke up gradually, not in a cold sweat in the darkness as he had become accustomed to almost every night since the third task. This time, he was awake before he opened his eyes, and he could feel sunlight from the near window bathing his face in its warmth. He opened his eyes slowly, as though reluctant to wake up at all. A smiling face floated above his, and Harry thought he was still asleep.
But, no, this was real life.
Morning, sleepyhead! said Hermione enthusiastically, Come on, lazy, get up! The lines at Flourish and Blotts are going to be out the doors by noon, and I'm assuming that you haven't taken any time while you were here to do any shopping whatsoever for school.
Harry nodded, then shook his head, confused.
Huh? What? Where the heck did you come from?
My room is just down the hall. Tom gave me the key to yours after I persuaded him that I wasn't You-Know-Who in disguise or something, just your best friend determined to wake you up so you could buy your schoolthings.
said Harry. Hermione had a way of speaking quite fast sometimes, and as a member of the male persuasion, at times he was unable to understand a word. He figured he had caught the gist of this, though, so he proceeded to get out of bed. Let's go, then, he said, eager for some time with Hermione.
Don't be silly, she giggled, You're still in your pajamas. Besides, I still have to go wake up Ron - he's in the next room over from you. And with that, she turned on her heel and closed the door so that Harry could dress.
Of course Ron is coming with us, reasoned Harry, he is my best friend, and Hermione's too. We three do everything together. He continued to reassure himself that the three of them were friends, but he couldn't stop the uneasy feeling he got knowing that Hermione was alone with Ron in the next room at that minute.
A/N: The third might be awhile in coming, sorry, because I am totally swamped with schoolwork right now. I will try to keep going at a slightly normal pace, but the little fairy who sits on my shoulder and whispers ideas in my ear has gone on vacation, as far as I know, and won't be back until I finish my research paper and/or the next issue of my school paper comes out. (I am on the editorial board). Maybe the weekends will give me time.. Also, remember that reviews make the fairy miss home more and want to come back!