Chapter 25- The Quidditch Cup.
Harry was playing Quidditch…his eyes on the snitch… neck in neck with Malfoy… wait…no…not him…a different Slytherin seeker.
Was his eye deceiving him? His body suddenly felt cold… the coldness of a dementor attacking. He looked to his right… it was Malfoy…
"Scared Potter?" His voice echoed through the rain.
Suddenly Malfoy's face turned into a strange, black hooded figure… Harry looked at it's face….it was a indeed a dementor… the coldness shot up through his body until he lay limp, falling down to the ground, Malfoy's face shown in the clouds above him…Malfoy looked horrified,scared…strange
…Silence…
Harry sat up as if lightening had shot through him. He was sitting straight up in his four-poster… sweet trickling down his bare chest…his sweet was replaced by blood…
"HAAARRYY!" Ron yelled horrified. "NO!"
It took Harry nearly 3 minutes to realize that he was awake.
-Just a dream- He thought, and layed back down.
Later in the morning Harry woke up. His thoughts were now on playing Quidditch. He knew he had to lead his team to victory. He wanted to win.
After waking Ron up, Harry entered the warm common room where he saw Hermione sitting by the couch reading yet another book.
At the sight of the two boys, Hermione greeted them by saying. "Hey guys. Ready to go down to breakfast?"
Ron was feasting himself with sausage when Fred and George looked over at Harry.
"Ready for the big game, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?" George asked with a glint in his eye.
"What have you got there?" Harry asked.
"Oh, these?" Fred smiled looking at his gift.
" We used some of the Galleons and sickles we earned to buy us a new Cleansweep 9" Fred said examining his new broom.
All of these thoughts would have made their potions class seem a little more exciting if it hadn't been for the terrified looks on the students faces.
This time a new teacher greeted the students in a charming sort of way. A happy, cheerful ghost replaced the old Potions Master
"Hello class! My name is Ms, Charlotte. Such a historical name… you know I have taught potions all the way back in…"
The ghost rambled on while the students stirred their Drowsiness Drought potion.
"Just make sure you stir them 3 times…k? Yes 3 times, ok…yes, k…"
Said the ghost making Ron mumble sort of snorting sound.
The aroma of the potion had a strange affect on Harry.
He was starting to feel quite sick and then he drifted of into a deep sleep.
"Harry. Watch your back! " Ron yelled through the rain.
Harry was playing Quidditch in the freezing rain, thunder roaring above.
He couldn't see anything… Up in the sky a face started to form.
Harry could see exactly who it was…Malfoy's face shown above and this time Hermione's shown too, along with several other Hufflepuffs and…
Cho Chang…
"Harry Harry!!!" Shrieked the ghost. Harry was now awake. The ghost hovering above him shrieking which made Harry feel extremely cold.
"Oh what in Merlin's name happened?" cried the ghost.
Harry spoke up after shaking his head several times. " If you don't mind, c-could you please get off of me." Said Harry saying it more like an order.
Harry, what happened?" Came Ron's voice as he and Hermione dashed over to Harry who was lying on the ground.
" I honestly don't know. What did happen?" Harry replied.
"YOU WHERE Dream…"The ghost howled
"OH! Shut up!" Ron flamed at her.
Ron turned back over to Harry.
Hermione helped Harry up to his seat as he tried to explain.
"I had a dream" He began "I was playing Quidditch and there were these faces showing in the sky."
Hermione and Ron smirked. Harry continued.
"Malfoy was one of them, and there were few other Hufflepuffs."
"Anyone else" Hermione asked.
-How am I going to tell her this?- Harry thought.
"There was…you, Hermione."
Hermione made no expression of fear…Harry smiled.
"You know Hermione…it's as if a dementor attacked you but now you're as solid as ever."
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