(A/N Thank you soo much for reviewing all my chapter to those of you who did review,
you don't know how much it means to me, my last story was a total flop and I'm glad that
this one is doing better, well I'm trying my hardest to get the chapters up, but I have that
summer lazy thing about me, but school starts in three weeks and I'm trying to get back
into that mode.)
Recap
~~~
Harry and Ron get into a quarrel about Hermione and Harry talks to Hermione about their
fight and goes to bed early when she goes to dinner.
Chapter 4
The dream
*****
Harry stormed upstairs, outraged out how his best friend had acted at Harry's
happiness. He hoped Hermione would set him straight at dinner. Harry went right to his
bed and flopped right down onto it and tried to fall asleep. Harry couldn't sleep so he
rummaged through his trunk looking for his quidditch book, which he eventually found
and flipped through it for a bit then threw it back into the trunk. The book made a
'thump' sound as Harry found it, and Harry went to see what it had hit. When he got to
his trunk he noticed his parents photo album and chose to pick it up. He went back to his
bed and flipped through it a little more thoroughly than he had his quidditch book, he
stopped at every picture looking at each smiling face, each hug shared, each laughter. He
felt a tear impair his vision as looked deeper into the album. Harry started to think about
what it might be like to have his parents alive and well with him. He fell asleep while
looking through the book (not that it was boring, of course).
***Harry's dream sequence***
Harry was alone in a dark Hogwarts hallway, he knew that much from the slight motion
of the walls from the pictures moving. He couldn't identify the specific hallway, but
Hogwarts had way to many hallways for Harry to be aquainted with even a percentage of
them. He started to wander Aimlessly down the hallway, since, obviously, nothing was
going to happen if he just stood there. He wandered for what seemed like an hour until he
reached a door open a crack after two left turns and three right turns. He decided to go in
and see what / who / if anything was in there. He peered into the room and saw nothing
in there so he went in, it wasn't until after he was in and the door creaked close and
locked that he saw a dark sweeping figure in the corner. Harry couldn't help but feel
threatened at the sight of the creature / person. He tried to back into the door, but the then
the figure spoke, "The famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the most terrific person in
the whole world for banishing.... me" he said in an icy cold voice filled with venom.
"What are you talking about?" Harry said quietly, trying to play innocence.
"What am I talking about?" he repeated, "I think you know what I'm talking about."
"Well, maybe I do, but if I did, what do you want this time?" Harry said, sounding much
more bold than he felt, "I mean last time you took my blood, and three times before that
you tried to kill me, yet still you have not succeeded, why do you keep wasting you
time?"
"I'm not here to kill you this time, I have a preposition for you." he said, finally turning
his cold slits of eyes toward Harry.
"What kind of preposition, and why would I be interested?" Harry countered.
"Because you're too loyal of a friend." He said, while pulling out a limp figure with
flaming red hair. "Moblicorpus" he muttered.
"Ron!!!" Harry exclaimed, forgetting about their quarrel earlier in the day.
"Now," Voldemort hissed, "Choose."
"I choose Ron." Harry said like it was a no brainer.
"Fine, then you cross over to the dark side with the rest of us."
"Never!" Harry said with every ounce of himself devoted to staying and the good side.
"Fine, have it your way, then, but just keep in mind that I will get you on the dark side,no
matter how I have to." Then muttered, "Avada Kadavra"And Harry watched as one of his
best friends burst into a blinding green light, at that moment Harry woke up in a blinding
ray of sunshine leeking into the room, with his scar hurting more than ever.
*End of Harry's dream sequence*
Harry jolted out of bed and ran over to Rons bed to find the four poster bed neatly made
and empty. He leapt into his robes and made a mad dash down the hallway towards the
great hall. When he got to the great hall he found nothing but sparkling clean gold dishes
on the tables. He knew that since it was a Saturday that he hadn't skipped any classes so
he wondered over to Hagrids hut to see if Ron had popped in there to see him, Fang, and
whatever strange creature he was harbouring this week.
Harry knocked on the door to hear Fang barking wildly at the door, Oh, good, Harry remembered thinking, Hagrid's home, he would've taken Fang with him if he'd left. Fang just continued his plea to Harry, but still no Hagrid....
(A/N Aren't I mean? I know, I know, still too short, but I like making many at a time, as opposed to 1 or 2 big chapters, keeps ya' clickin. lol Well, hope ya' liked it, I'll try to start workin' on the next chapter tonight, but Algebra homework takes everything out of me, school just started again... fun fun )
you don't know how much it means to me, my last story was a total flop and I'm glad that
this one is doing better, well I'm trying my hardest to get the chapters up, but I have that
summer lazy thing about me, but school starts in three weeks and I'm trying to get back
into that mode.)
Recap
~~~
Harry and Ron get into a quarrel about Hermione and Harry talks to Hermione about their
fight and goes to bed early when she goes to dinner.
Chapter 4
The dream
*****
Harry stormed upstairs, outraged out how his best friend had acted at Harry's
happiness. He hoped Hermione would set him straight at dinner. Harry went right to his
bed and flopped right down onto it and tried to fall asleep. Harry couldn't sleep so he
rummaged through his trunk looking for his quidditch book, which he eventually found
and flipped through it for a bit then threw it back into the trunk. The book made a
'thump' sound as Harry found it, and Harry went to see what it had hit. When he got to
his trunk he noticed his parents photo album and chose to pick it up. He went back to his
bed and flipped through it a little more thoroughly than he had his quidditch book, he
stopped at every picture looking at each smiling face, each hug shared, each laughter. He
felt a tear impair his vision as looked deeper into the album. Harry started to think about
what it might be like to have his parents alive and well with him. He fell asleep while
looking through the book (not that it was boring, of course).
***Harry's dream sequence***
Harry was alone in a dark Hogwarts hallway, he knew that much from the slight motion
of the walls from the pictures moving. He couldn't identify the specific hallway, but
Hogwarts had way to many hallways for Harry to be aquainted with even a percentage of
them. He started to wander Aimlessly down the hallway, since, obviously, nothing was
going to happen if he just stood there. He wandered for what seemed like an hour until he
reached a door open a crack after two left turns and three right turns. He decided to go in
and see what / who / if anything was in there. He peered into the room and saw nothing
in there so he went in, it wasn't until after he was in and the door creaked close and
locked that he saw a dark sweeping figure in the corner. Harry couldn't help but feel
threatened at the sight of the creature / person. He tried to back into the door, but the then
the figure spoke, "The famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the most terrific person in
the whole world for banishing.... me" he said in an icy cold voice filled with venom.
"What are you talking about?" Harry said quietly, trying to play innocence.
"What am I talking about?" he repeated, "I think you know what I'm talking about."
"Well, maybe I do, but if I did, what do you want this time?" Harry said, sounding much
more bold than he felt, "I mean last time you took my blood, and three times before that
you tried to kill me, yet still you have not succeeded, why do you keep wasting you
time?"
"I'm not here to kill you this time, I have a preposition for you." he said, finally turning
his cold slits of eyes toward Harry.
"What kind of preposition, and why would I be interested?" Harry countered.
"Because you're too loyal of a friend." He said, while pulling out a limp figure with
flaming red hair. "Moblicorpus" he muttered.
"Ron!!!" Harry exclaimed, forgetting about their quarrel earlier in the day.
"Now," Voldemort hissed, "Choose."
"I choose Ron." Harry said like it was a no brainer.
"Fine, then you cross over to the dark side with the rest of us."
"Never!" Harry said with every ounce of himself devoted to staying and the good side.
"Fine, have it your way, then, but just keep in mind that I will get you on the dark side,no
matter how I have to." Then muttered, "Avada Kadavra"And Harry watched as one of his
best friends burst into a blinding green light, at that moment Harry woke up in a blinding
ray of sunshine leeking into the room, with his scar hurting more than ever.
*End of Harry's dream sequence*
Harry jolted out of bed and ran over to Rons bed to find the four poster bed neatly made
and empty. He leapt into his robes and made a mad dash down the hallway towards the
great hall. When he got to the great hall he found nothing but sparkling clean gold dishes
on the tables. He knew that since it was a Saturday that he hadn't skipped any classes so
he wondered over to Hagrids hut to see if Ron had popped in there to see him, Fang, and
whatever strange creature he was harbouring this week.
Harry knocked on the door to hear Fang barking wildly at the door, Oh, good, Harry remembered thinking, Hagrid's home, he would've taken Fang with him if he'd left. Fang just continued his plea to Harry, but still no Hagrid....
(A/N Aren't I mean? I know, I know, still too short, but I like making many at a time, as opposed to 1 or 2 big chapters, keeps ya' clickin. lol Well, hope ya' liked it, I'll try to start workin' on the next chapter tonight, but Algebra homework takes everything out of me, school just started again... fun fun )
