DISCLAIMER: I might be JKR's alter ego, but that doesn't mean I own HARRY POTTER! C'mon, you all should know that! My first self and Warner Bros. own him! Okay...I'm done.
A/N: Thanks to my new keyboard. You are my saviour (no matter how old). Look at me, giving my typing-tool human qualities! Oh, and Mattie/Crookykanks/Minerva/McGonagall: Where are your emails? Note to my readers from the boards: Sorry I took so long! Everyone Review this!
~JKR's Alter Ego~
Chapter 10: Christmas
Christmas came so quickly, Harry wondered what'd happened to the time. On Christmas Eve the castle was decorated with holly, and Harry spotted Professor Flitwick levitating a Christmas tree into the Entrance Hall. Harry, Ron, nd Hermione walked down to the Great Hall excitedly. The school was almost completely empty now that everyone had gone home for the holidays.
They walked into the Great Hall, not surprised to see Christmas trees lining the walls. The Head Table had been situated, just like in Third Year, in the middle of the Hall.
The threesome sat down at the table and began eating quickly.
"In a hurry?" Dumbledore inquired from the head of the table.
They slowed their pace. Harry ate some mince pies (which strongly reminded him of Mrs. Weasley)for dessert, and he went up to the common room alone. Ron and Hermione were still filling up on cakes and sweets when he left, and he was so full he didn't feel like watching them. He'd eaten so much he thought he might be sick. He entered the common room, sitting down in a chair and looking into the fire. Those house-elves were working extra now that Christmas had arrived, and Harry could only guess what Hermione must be thinking. Ron and Hermione came soon after Harry had sat down, giving him a start.
"Harry, are you sure you're all right? Have you been sleeping well? Your eyes are all dark, and your face is sunken."
"Er...Well, I've been having nightmares. This is going to sound odd, but they're about a door."
"A door?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. I know, but it's actually really frightening. You have no idea."
Ron was looking at Harry as though he were from Pluto. Harry chose to leave out the fact that every night since the dream had come to him, he'd been going to the common room to talk with Ginny.
As a matter-of-a-fact, Ginny and Harry had become close friends. They tended to have the same thoughts as well, and their conversations flowed as though they'd known each other forever....
"Well, I suppose they'll get better. Nothing's happened yet, has it?"
"That's right, Harry, but you don't know that it won't!" Hermione practically screamed. .
"Yeah I do. I won't let it," Harry said defiantly before charging up the spiral staircase to the dormitory. Ron shrugged. Maybe Harry was right....
* * *
Harry woke up the next morning to Hedwig's loving nip.
"Hi, Hedwig," he said sleepily, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He grabbed for his presents sleepily. There were some donors who had conveniently forgotten to send gifts in their present state of being. Mrs. Weasley's usual jumper- Harry noticed sadly - was not there. Hagrid had not been around to send him Rock Cakes. Ron had sent him a Chudley Cannons poster, and Hermione sent him Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and Fizzing Whizbees. The Dursleys had even managed to send him a surprisingly light envelope. Harry opened it, noticing something grey and fuzzy nestled near the bottom. He read the note that was enclosed. It read:
"Straight from our back pockets."
This was an all time low. The Dursleys had sent him lint. Clothes hangers and ten pence pieces were a bit better than this, but the Dursleys, who hated him beyond all belief, were prone to send him things of low quality.
He walked downstairs, seeing Ron and Hermione. They were playing a game of Exploding Snap, engaging in deep conversation. He stopped on the last step.
"...Well, I just think it's strange. One minute he's fine, and the next minute he's having nightmares about a door? We don't even know how long he's been having them. I'm going to talk to him...He should be up by now." She said, standing up.
"Hermione! That's the boy's dormitory!" Ron was wearing a look of amazement. Hermione was breaking a rule!
"I don't care! It's not like anyone's here-" She stopped abruptly, nearly running into Harry as she turned toward the staircase. "Oh, er... Hi, Harry!"
"Hi," Harry said dully. "Just so you two know, I've been having the dream since November, but, as I've said before, nothing's happened yet, so it doesn't matter! Oh, and Ron, I like your sister!" With that last word, Harry ran out of the common room before Ron had a chance to process the information.
[b]*A/N: Harry is not thinking is he? (Of course, what else is new?)*[/b]
/"I want so badly,"/ Harry thought hotly as he stormed down a staircase, /"to go back there and tell them that I'm not mad."/ He jumped over a trick step without a second thought. Then, something came to him. /"Did I just tell him I liked Ginny?"/
Sure, Harry liked Ginny, but he didn't /like/ her. Did he?
It wasn't until he opened the oak front doors that he realised that he had no idea where he was going. He turned around and walked back up the marble staircase. He wanted to get his Firebolt . . .
[b]A/N: Sorry this Chapter was so short! My sister left my notebook (the one that holds this entire chapter) at someone's house, so now I am forced to write what I remember. The last paragraph was not in my original draft, by the way. :) [/b]
A/N: Thanks to my new keyboard. You are my saviour (no matter how old). Look at me, giving my typing-tool human qualities! Oh, and Mattie/Crookykanks/Minerva/McGonagall: Where are your emails? Note to my readers from the boards: Sorry I took so long! Everyone Review this!
~JKR's Alter Ego~
Chapter 10: Christmas
Christmas came so quickly, Harry wondered what'd happened to the time. On Christmas Eve the castle was decorated with holly, and Harry spotted Professor Flitwick levitating a Christmas tree into the Entrance Hall. Harry, Ron, nd Hermione walked down to the Great Hall excitedly. The school was almost completely empty now that everyone had gone home for the holidays.
They walked into the Great Hall, not surprised to see Christmas trees lining the walls. The Head Table had been situated, just like in Third Year, in the middle of the Hall.
The threesome sat down at the table and began eating quickly.
"In a hurry?" Dumbledore inquired from the head of the table.
They slowed their pace. Harry ate some mince pies (which strongly reminded him of Mrs. Weasley)for dessert, and he went up to the common room alone. Ron and Hermione were still filling up on cakes and sweets when he left, and he was so full he didn't feel like watching them. He'd eaten so much he thought he might be sick. He entered the common room, sitting down in a chair and looking into the fire. Those house-elves were working extra now that Christmas had arrived, and Harry could only guess what Hermione must be thinking. Ron and Hermione came soon after Harry had sat down, giving him a start.
"Harry, are you sure you're all right? Have you been sleeping well? Your eyes are all dark, and your face is sunken."
"Er...Well, I've been having nightmares. This is going to sound odd, but they're about a door."
"A door?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. I know, but it's actually really frightening. You have no idea."
Ron was looking at Harry as though he were from Pluto. Harry chose to leave out the fact that every night since the dream had come to him, he'd been going to the common room to talk with Ginny.
As a matter-of-a-fact, Ginny and Harry had become close friends. They tended to have the same thoughts as well, and their conversations flowed as though they'd known each other forever....
"Well, I suppose they'll get better. Nothing's happened yet, has it?"
"That's right, Harry, but you don't know that it won't!" Hermione practically screamed. .
"Yeah I do. I won't let it," Harry said defiantly before charging up the spiral staircase to the dormitory. Ron shrugged. Maybe Harry was right....
* * *
Harry woke up the next morning to Hedwig's loving nip.
"Hi, Hedwig," he said sleepily, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He grabbed for his presents sleepily. There were some donors who had conveniently forgotten to send gifts in their present state of being. Mrs. Weasley's usual jumper- Harry noticed sadly - was not there. Hagrid had not been around to send him Rock Cakes. Ron had sent him a Chudley Cannons poster, and Hermione sent him Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and Fizzing Whizbees. The Dursleys had even managed to send him a surprisingly light envelope. Harry opened it, noticing something grey and fuzzy nestled near the bottom. He read the note that was enclosed. It read:
"Straight from our back pockets."
This was an all time low. The Dursleys had sent him lint. Clothes hangers and ten pence pieces were a bit better than this, but the Dursleys, who hated him beyond all belief, were prone to send him things of low quality.
He walked downstairs, seeing Ron and Hermione. They were playing a game of Exploding Snap, engaging in deep conversation. He stopped on the last step.
"...Well, I just think it's strange. One minute he's fine, and the next minute he's having nightmares about a door? We don't even know how long he's been having them. I'm going to talk to him...He should be up by now." She said, standing up.
"Hermione! That's the boy's dormitory!" Ron was wearing a look of amazement. Hermione was breaking a rule!
"I don't care! It's not like anyone's here-" She stopped abruptly, nearly running into Harry as she turned toward the staircase. "Oh, er... Hi, Harry!"
"Hi," Harry said dully. "Just so you two know, I've been having the dream since November, but, as I've said before, nothing's happened yet, so it doesn't matter! Oh, and Ron, I like your sister!" With that last word, Harry ran out of the common room before Ron had a chance to process the information.
[b]*A/N: Harry is not thinking is he? (Of course, what else is new?)*[/b]
/"I want so badly,"/ Harry thought hotly as he stormed down a staircase, /"to go back there and tell them that I'm not mad."/ He jumped over a trick step without a second thought. Then, something came to him. /"Did I just tell him I liked Ginny?"/
Sure, Harry liked Ginny, but he didn't /like/ her. Did he?
It wasn't until he opened the oak front doors that he realised that he had no idea where he was going. He turned around and walked back up the marble staircase. He wanted to get his Firebolt . . .
[b]A/N: Sorry this Chapter was so short! My sister left my notebook (the one that holds this entire chapter) at someone's house, so now I am forced to write what I remember. The last paragraph was not in my original draft, by the way. :) [/b]