Chapter 2
Joining
Harry put out his hands to catch the door. It shut tight with a loud thud. He felt around in the darkness trying to locate the handle. He took two steps forward. The door was gone. He felt only empty space where the door should have been. He took two more steps, nothing. Panic filled him. His heart began to race. He turned to the right, to the left. His arms reached out into the blackness only to meet emptiness. His breathing quickened. His muscles tensed. He stepped forward. Where had he been? Where had he started? He had lost his sense of direction. There was no way to tell which direction the door should have been. He stopped. "If you panic, you can't think," he told himself. "What do I do now?" He stood there in total emptiness and his heart sank. There wasn't anything to do. There wasn't anywhere to go. There was nothing here. Something quickly brushed by his leg. He jumped away straining against the dark to see what had touched him. There was a brush on his shoulder, his head, his back. Then both upper arms were pulled sharply behind him and held there. He was thrown to the ground and.
Ron rolled over and fell out of bed, hitting his head on the floor in the process. That was one of the scariest dreams he ever had. He got up and sat on the edge of his bed rubbing the small lump that was developing above his left ear. "That was bloody weird." he said out loud to no one. "I've never dreamed that I was someone else. I've got to talk to Harry."
He pulled on his jeans and a sweat shirt, and tucked his wand in his robe pocket as he pulled it on. Silently he crept out of his room and down the hall. Luckily the ghost in the attic had been rowdy for a couple of days and everyone was ignoring and sounds. He grabbed his broom from the cabinet under the stairs and went outside into the garden. "I won't be gone long Mum," he whispered into the air, "but I've just got to go check on Harry." Ron mounted his broom and rose into the air. He sped off towards Surrey, hoping to get there before sunrise. It was quite a long journey to go on broomstick, but there was no other choice. Muggle mail was too slow, and Errol was in no condition to fly anywhere. With the car being gone into the forest, Ron's broom was the only way to go. He flew low and stayed away from populated areas so he wouldn't be seen. He was sure that when he got back home, he wouldn't be able to use his broom for the rest of the summer, so he had better make good use of it today. The sun hadn't yet peeked over the horizon when Ron reached Harry's bedroom window. He tapped on it gently. "Hey, Harry, get up," Ron whispered. Harry opened one eye and looked out the window. Ron was outside his bedroom window gently bobbing up and down. "Come on, open up before someone sees me", Ron said. Harry jumped out of bed and opened the window. Ron scooted off the broom and sat on the window ledge. He handed his broom to Harry and then swung his legs around inside the room. Harry put on his glasses and looked at Ron in disbelief. "What are you doing here," Harry whispered. "We've got to talk. It's very important," Ron said. "My Aunt and Uncle will be up any minute. You had better take my Invisibility Cloak and hide under it." Harry opened his trunk, pulled out his cloak and handed it to Ron. Ron covered himself with the cloak. "Let me get dressed and we'll go outside," said Harry. As he picked up his too big jeans that he was forced to wear while living with the Dursleys, Ron reached into Harry's trunk, pulled out his wand and stuffed it into his robes. "Are you still here?" whispered Harry. Ron dropped the cloak around his shoulders, and his head appeared in midair. Harry smiled and shook his head as he pulled on his t-shirt and slipped his feet into shoes. "What's this all about?" he asked as he stood up. Ron shook his head. Harry opened his door and they went silently down the stairs. Harry opened the back door and went outside followed by an invisible Ron. The sun was just visible enough to make sure all the birds were awake and singing in the trees. The sky was still dark with orange and pink streaks rushing across it. They went into the yard and stepped behind the three small trees that were there. Ron let the cloak fall as he sat down on a small garden rock. Harry sat down looking very concerned. "Is everyone alright? Has someone been hurt? What is going on?" Harry asked. "You've had bad dreams before, right? Ron asked. "Yeah, who hasn't?" Harry replied. "Well," Ron continued, "Have you ever dreamed that you were someone else in your dreams?" "No," Harry said, "Why? Will you please tell me why you dragged me out of my bed at the crack of dawn?" "Harry, something is going on. I don't know exactly what, but it has to do with you. I've been dreaming that I was you and that I'm, that you're in trouble." Ron stopped talking abruptly as they heard a loud clink coming from the house. Ron grabbed the cloak and covered himself. Harry stood up and peeked around the tree. There was a cloaked figure standing in the yard looking up at Harry's bedroom window. Harry started to move towards it, but Ron held his arm. "No Harry, don't," Ron hissed. Harry stepped back and naturally snapped a twig. The cloaked figure turned around. A broomstick was just barely visible in the increasing light. The figure reached up and pulled off the hood. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" said Harry. Ron pulled the cloak down to his shoulders as she came running toward them. She was out of breath as if she had been running for quite a while. "Had to come," she breathed. "Trouble,.dreams,.I was so worried." She stopped talking to catch her breath. "Have you been having bad dreams too?" Ron asked. "Yes," Hermione said as she sat down on Ron's rock. "I've been dreaming for the past few days of terrible things. Tonight I dreamed that I was you, Harry, and you were in a lot of trouble. It frightened me so much that I fell out of bed and hit my head. I suspect that it has something to do with Voldemort."
Joining
Harry put out his hands to catch the door. It shut tight with a loud thud. He felt around in the darkness trying to locate the handle. He took two steps forward. The door was gone. He felt only empty space where the door should have been. He took two more steps, nothing. Panic filled him. His heart began to race. He turned to the right, to the left. His arms reached out into the blackness only to meet emptiness. His breathing quickened. His muscles tensed. He stepped forward. Where had he been? Where had he started? He had lost his sense of direction. There was no way to tell which direction the door should have been. He stopped. "If you panic, you can't think," he told himself. "What do I do now?" He stood there in total emptiness and his heart sank. There wasn't anything to do. There wasn't anywhere to go. There was nothing here. Something quickly brushed by his leg. He jumped away straining against the dark to see what had touched him. There was a brush on his shoulder, his head, his back. Then both upper arms were pulled sharply behind him and held there. He was thrown to the ground and.
Ron rolled over and fell out of bed, hitting his head on the floor in the process. That was one of the scariest dreams he ever had. He got up and sat on the edge of his bed rubbing the small lump that was developing above his left ear. "That was bloody weird." he said out loud to no one. "I've never dreamed that I was someone else. I've got to talk to Harry."
He pulled on his jeans and a sweat shirt, and tucked his wand in his robe pocket as he pulled it on. Silently he crept out of his room and down the hall. Luckily the ghost in the attic had been rowdy for a couple of days and everyone was ignoring and sounds. He grabbed his broom from the cabinet under the stairs and went outside into the garden. "I won't be gone long Mum," he whispered into the air, "but I've just got to go check on Harry." Ron mounted his broom and rose into the air. He sped off towards Surrey, hoping to get there before sunrise. It was quite a long journey to go on broomstick, but there was no other choice. Muggle mail was too slow, and Errol was in no condition to fly anywhere. With the car being gone into the forest, Ron's broom was the only way to go. He flew low and stayed away from populated areas so he wouldn't be seen. He was sure that when he got back home, he wouldn't be able to use his broom for the rest of the summer, so he had better make good use of it today. The sun hadn't yet peeked over the horizon when Ron reached Harry's bedroom window. He tapped on it gently. "Hey, Harry, get up," Ron whispered. Harry opened one eye and looked out the window. Ron was outside his bedroom window gently bobbing up and down. "Come on, open up before someone sees me", Ron said. Harry jumped out of bed and opened the window. Ron scooted off the broom and sat on the window ledge. He handed his broom to Harry and then swung his legs around inside the room. Harry put on his glasses and looked at Ron in disbelief. "What are you doing here," Harry whispered. "We've got to talk. It's very important," Ron said. "My Aunt and Uncle will be up any minute. You had better take my Invisibility Cloak and hide under it." Harry opened his trunk, pulled out his cloak and handed it to Ron. Ron covered himself with the cloak. "Let me get dressed and we'll go outside," said Harry. As he picked up his too big jeans that he was forced to wear while living with the Dursleys, Ron reached into Harry's trunk, pulled out his wand and stuffed it into his robes. "Are you still here?" whispered Harry. Ron dropped the cloak around his shoulders, and his head appeared in midair. Harry smiled and shook his head as he pulled on his t-shirt and slipped his feet into shoes. "What's this all about?" he asked as he stood up. Ron shook his head. Harry opened his door and they went silently down the stairs. Harry opened the back door and went outside followed by an invisible Ron. The sun was just visible enough to make sure all the birds were awake and singing in the trees. The sky was still dark with orange and pink streaks rushing across it. They went into the yard and stepped behind the three small trees that were there. Ron let the cloak fall as he sat down on a small garden rock. Harry sat down looking very concerned. "Is everyone alright? Has someone been hurt? What is going on?" Harry asked. "You've had bad dreams before, right? Ron asked. "Yeah, who hasn't?" Harry replied. "Well," Ron continued, "Have you ever dreamed that you were someone else in your dreams?" "No," Harry said, "Why? Will you please tell me why you dragged me out of my bed at the crack of dawn?" "Harry, something is going on. I don't know exactly what, but it has to do with you. I've been dreaming that I was you and that I'm, that you're in trouble." Ron stopped talking abruptly as they heard a loud clink coming from the house. Ron grabbed the cloak and covered himself. Harry stood up and peeked around the tree. There was a cloaked figure standing in the yard looking up at Harry's bedroom window. Harry started to move towards it, but Ron held his arm. "No Harry, don't," Ron hissed. Harry stepped back and naturally snapped a twig. The cloaked figure turned around. A broomstick was just barely visible in the increasing light. The figure reached up and pulled off the hood. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" said Harry. Ron pulled the cloak down to his shoulders as she came running toward them. She was out of breath as if she had been running for quite a while. "Had to come," she breathed. "Trouble,.dreams,.I was so worried." She stopped talking to catch her breath. "Have you been having bad dreams too?" Ron asked. "Yes," Hermione said as she sat down on Ron's rock. "I've been dreaming for the past few days of terrible things. Tonight I dreamed that I was you, Harry, and you were in a lot of trouble. It frightened me so much that I fell out of bed and hit my head. I suspect that it has something to do with Voldemort."
