Chapter 2:A Dream of Destiny
Harry looked around cautiously. He saw that he was standing in a darkened room, the only thing alight was the fire. A soft cold voice spoke from the shadows as though afraid of being heard.
"Avery...you know I don't approve of Ministry Men...and yet you move with them ... You know you will pay dearly don't you, Avery?" the voice whispered.
"I am very sorry, My Lord... so sorry! Please forgive me! I am not in with them I swear to you! I swear, Master!" came a quiet voice from beside Voldemort."Please
forgive-"
"I will not tolerate this... especially not from you..." Voldemort's voice sounded less soft now, as he began walking toward the other figure, something shining in his hand, his red eyes alight with malice. "You will not ruin my plan, Avery...I will take Hogwarts...and get Harry Potter once and for all...And now we must say good-bye, or you must. Good bye, Avery..."
There was a deadly swish before the whole room was filled with Avery's long petrified screams. Harry heard Avery's body fall to the ground, his breathing raspy.
Harry could see the heap that was Avery, his hand hiding something that Harry was sure he didn't want to see. Avery removed his hand to wipe his tear-streaked eyes and -
Harry woke abruptly, a strangled yell escaping him. His scar burned dully on his forehead. He lay there trying to remember what he'd seen and heard, but it faded from his mind slowly as he tried to remember. He sat up and reached for his glasses. It was the weekend and the dormitory was already completely empty!
Harry stood up and walked over to his trunk, pulling out a piece parchment along with his feather quill. Now was one of those important times to have a Godfather around... well not around really. Sirius had been on the run for nearly sixteen years now. Harry sat on his bed for a minute, thinking... Finally it came to him.
He looked down at the finished letter and read it to himself.
Sirius,
How are you? I can't decide whether or not to tell you I'm all right...I don't really know. I had one of those nightmare things again. I won't bother you with details because I can't remember much of it...I do know that Voldemort was there (of course), and that he was talking to a Death Eater. Give Buckbeak a bow from; I owe him one.
Harry
Folding the letter, Harry made his way over to Hedwig's cage, and prodded her awake. She peaked at him from over her wing, and perked up instantly, seeing the letter in Harry's hand. He opened her cage and Hedwig fluttered softly out onto his arm.
"Listen, I need you to find Sirius, I think he's hiding out at Lupin's place," Harry said placing the letter in her beak.
She hooted understandingly before flying off through the open window.
With a sigh Harry stepped out of the room and down the staircase into the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron was sitting in a chair by the fire reading Flying with the Cannons for the fifteen-hundredth time.
Harry walked over to Ron and sat down in the empty armchair next to him.
Ron turned away from his book to look over at Harry. "You slept really late...it's nearly lunchtime, you all right?" he said, watching Harry look into the fire as though Ron had not spoken a word.
"I'm all right, I'm not hungry," Harry lied, his stomach really aching with emptiness because he had skipped dinner the night before.
"You really should eat something you know," Hermione said as walked in through the portrait hole. "I brought you some toast back from breakfast... it might be a bit stale but it'll hold you over till lunch..." She handed him two pieces of toast inside a napkin before walking off without a word.
"What's with her? She's been acted really weird lately," Ron said his face full of awe.
"Dunno... haven't noticed," said Harry.
"Don't you notice how she's always leaving? - Wait a minute...Are you and
Hermione...you know -" Ron said, watching Harry suspiciously.
"No -" said Harry resolutely.
" - Behind my back -?"
"No, Ron!" Harry finished, rather louder than he had intended. "You know I like Ginny, and I know you like Hermione."
"Oh, yeah...er...sorry," Ron said, shrugging.
"That's all right." Harry stopped for a moment, thinking about how to tell Ron about the dream he had had the night before. "Ron," he said finally.
"Yeah?"
"Er...I had another one of those dream things again...with Voldemort in it," Harry went on. "Avery was there...he was asking Voldemort to forgive him for something...He wanted him out of his way, and he said that Avery would ruin his plan..."
"I've heard of him...Avery...er...Avery... Oh well, I don't remember his last name! Did you owl, Sirius? He'll freak out if you don't!" Ron exclaimed, his face very pale.
"Yeah I Owled him," Harry said, standing up. "Reckon we should head down to lunch?"
"S'pose so," said Ron, standing up, too.
Harry looked around cautiously. He saw that he was standing in a darkened room, the only thing alight was the fire. A soft cold voice spoke from the shadows as though afraid of being heard.
"Avery...you know I don't approve of Ministry Men...and yet you move with them ... You know you will pay dearly don't you, Avery?" the voice whispered.
"I am very sorry, My Lord... so sorry! Please forgive me! I am not in with them I swear to you! I swear, Master!" came a quiet voice from beside Voldemort."Please
forgive-"
"I will not tolerate this... especially not from you..." Voldemort's voice sounded less soft now, as he began walking toward the other figure, something shining in his hand, his red eyes alight with malice. "You will not ruin my plan, Avery...I will take Hogwarts...and get Harry Potter once and for all...And now we must say good-bye, or you must. Good bye, Avery..."
There was a deadly swish before the whole room was filled with Avery's long petrified screams. Harry heard Avery's body fall to the ground, his breathing raspy.
Harry could see the heap that was Avery, his hand hiding something that Harry was sure he didn't want to see. Avery removed his hand to wipe his tear-streaked eyes and -
Harry woke abruptly, a strangled yell escaping him. His scar burned dully on his forehead. He lay there trying to remember what he'd seen and heard, but it faded from his mind slowly as he tried to remember. He sat up and reached for his glasses. It was the weekend and the dormitory was already completely empty!
Harry stood up and walked over to his trunk, pulling out a piece parchment along with his feather quill. Now was one of those important times to have a Godfather around... well not around really. Sirius had been on the run for nearly sixteen years now. Harry sat on his bed for a minute, thinking... Finally it came to him.
He looked down at the finished letter and read it to himself.
Sirius,
How are you? I can't decide whether or not to tell you I'm all right...I don't really know. I had one of those nightmare things again. I won't bother you with details because I can't remember much of it...I do know that Voldemort was there (of course), and that he was talking to a Death Eater. Give Buckbeak a bow from; I owe him one.
Harry
Folding the letter, Harry made his way over to Hedwig's cage, and prodded her awake. She peaked at him from over her wing, and perked up instantly, seeing the letter in Harry's hand. He opened her cage and Hedwig fluttered softly out onto his arm.
"Listen, I need you to find Sirius, I think he's hiding out at Lupin's place," Harry said placing the letter in her beak.
She hooted understandingly before flying off through the open window.
With a sigh Harry stepped out of the room and down the staircase into the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron was sitting in a chair by the fire reading Flying with the Cannons for the fifteen-hundredth time.
Harry walked over to Ron and sat down in the empty armchair next to him.
Ron turned away from his book to look over at Harry. "You slept really late...it's nearly lunchtime, you all right?" he said, watching Harry look into the fire as though Ron had not spoken a word.
"I'm all right, I'm not hungry," Harry lied, his stomach really aching with emptiness because he had skipped dinner the night before.
"You really should eat something you know," Hermione said as walked in through the portrait hole. "I brought you some toast back from breakfast... it might be a bit stale but it'll hold you over till lunch..." She handed him two pieces of toast inside a napkin before walking off without a word.
"What's with her? She's been acted really weird lately," Ron said his face full of awe.
"Dunno... haven't noticed," said Harry.
"Don't you notice how she's always leaving? - Wait a minute...Are you and
Hermione...you know -" Ron said, watching Harry suspiciously.
"No -" said Harry resolutely.
" - Behind my back -?"
"No, Ron!" Harry finished, rather louder than he had intended. "You know I like Ginny, and I know you like Hermione."
"Oh, yeah...er...sorry," Ron said, shrugging.
"That's all right." Harry stopped for a moment, thinking about how to tell Ron about the dream he had had the night before. "Ron," he said finally.
"Yeah?"
"Er...I had another one of those dream things again...with Voldemort in it," Harry went on. "Avery was there...he was asking Voldemort to forgive him for something...He wanted him out of his way, and he said that Avery would ruin his plan..."
"I've heard of him...Avery...er...Avery... Oh well, I don't remember his last name! Did you owl, Sirius? He'll freak out if you don't!" Ron exclaimed, his face very pale.
"Yeah I Owled him," Harry said, standing up. "Reckon we should head down to lunch?"
"S'pose so," said Ron, standing up, too.