Chapter 3, Dream
Anthony was aroused from his sleep, at about five o' clock, driven by hunger. Anthony pulled on his robes sleepily and trudged down to the common room. He sat down on one of the chairs to think. He thought about his dad, and how he was in Gryffindor. The he thought about Hufflepuff. Once when Harry was explaining to his son about the four houses, he had said that Hufflepuff usually took misfits, the people who weren't sorted in any other house.
A misfit. Anthony thought bitterly. So that's what I am, some freak who can't be in Gryffindor.
Anthony yawned. Sleep was now overpowering his hunger. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Anthony was running down the halls of Hogwarts. "My potions class, I'm going to be late!" he cried. Everyone was laughing at him and Anthony felt embarrassed. He tripped and went flying down on to the stone floor, but suddenly the floor was gone. He now was falling straight down in to a black veil. The veil opened and a bright light burned Anthony's eyes. Anthony hit a stone floor with a thud. People were standing around him, murmuring. A man with long, black hair stepped forward from the crowd. "Harry?" he asked hopefully. Anthony shook his head. "I'm not Harry, I'm his son." The man's eyes lit up. "His son? Can you tell me how Harry is, is he fairing well?" Anthony looked confused. "You know, you could just visit Hogwarts and see him." Anthony replied. The man laughed. It was a strange laugh, kind of like a bark. "I can't go see him." He laughed. "But I'll be waiting." The man's face suddenly turned grave. "So, how did you die?" Anthony laughed. "I'm not dead!" he said shakily. The man smiled a little. "The how did you get here?" Anthony thought for a moment. "I'm dreaming." He answered. "But, wait, before a wake up can you answer a question?" The man nodded. "Anything." He answered. "I would do anything for someone related to James." Anthony smiled. "Alright, do I seem brave?" The man nodded. "You, Harry, and James are brave. You know, I've been watching you and Harry." Anthony shivered; he didn't like the sound of that. "If I'm brave, the how come I'm not in Gryffindor?" The man seemed to be thinking. "Well," he answered. "Just because you're brave doesn't mean you'll make Gryffindor. You seem to be well suited for it, in my opinion. But maybe the hat saw something else in you. Maybe he saw that you'd thrive there." Anthony lowered his eyes. "But I want to be in Gryffindor." He said quietly. The man smiled and bent down to where Anthony was sitting. He put his hand on his shoulder. "Anthony," Anthony looked up, did he tell the man his name? "Harry will be proud of you no matter what you do. I was always proud of Harry." Anthony's burden seemed enlightened. "Who are you?" he asked. The man smiled. "I think you're about to wake up, just tell Harry that 'Snuffles' says 'hi.'
Suddenly Anthony sat up quickly; he was back in the Hufflepuff common room. Sweat was pouring down his face and he felt cold.
"Anthony?" a girl's voice asked. "Are you alright?" Caroline looked worried.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'm alright. It was just a dream."
Anthony was aroused from his sleep, at about five o' clock, driven by hunger. Anthony pulled on his robes sleepily and trudged down to the common room. He sat down on one of the chairs to think. He thought about his dad, and how he was in Gryffindor. The he thought about Hufflepuff. Once when Harry was explaining to his son about the four houses, he had said that Hufflepuff usually took misfits, the people who weren't sorted in any other house.
A misfit. Anthony thought bitterly. So that's what I am, some freak who can't be in Gryffindor.
Anthony yawned. Sleep was now overpowering his hunger. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Anthony was running down the halls of Hogwarts. "My potions class, I'm going to be late!" he cried. Everyone was laughing at him and Anthony felt embarrassed. He tripped and went flying down on to the stone floor, but suddenly the floor was gone. He now was falling straight down in to a black veil. The veil opened and a bright light burned Anthony's eyes. Anthony hit a stone floor with a thud. People were standing around him, murmuring. A man with long, black hair stepped forward from the crowd. "Harry?" he asked hopefully. Anthony shook his head. "I'm not Harry, I'm his son." The man's eyes lit up. "His son? Can you tell me how Harry is, is he fairing well?" Anthony looked confused. "You know, you could just visit Hogwarts and see him." Anthony replied. The man laughed. It was a strange laugh, kind of like a bark. "I can't go see him." He laughed. "But I'll be waiting." The man's face suddenly turned grave. "So, how did you die?" Anthony laughed. "I'm not dead!" he said shakily. The man smiled a little. "The how did you get here?" Anthony thought for a moment. "I'm dreaming." He answered. "But, wait, before a wake up can you answer a question?" The man nodded. "Anything." He answered. "I would do anything for someone related to James." Anthony smiled. "Alright, do I seem brave?" The man nodded. "You, Harry, and James are brave. You know, I've been watching you and Harry." Anthony shivered; he didn't like the sound of that. "If I'm brave, the how come I'm not in Gryffindor?" The man seemed to be thinking. "Well," he answered. "Just because you're brave doesn't mean you'll make Gryffindor. You seem to be well suited for it, in my opinion. But maybe the hat saw something else in you. Maybe he saw that you'd thrive there." Anthony lowered his eyes. "But I want to be in Gryffindor." He said quietly. The man smiled and bent down to where Anthony was sitting. He put his hand on his shoulder. "Anthony," Anthony looked up, did he tell the man his name? "Harry will be proud of you no matter what you do. I was always proud of Harry." Anthony's burden seemed enlightened. "Who are you?" he asked. The man smiled. "I think you're about to wake up, just tell Harry that 'Snuffles' says 'hi.'
Suddenly Anthony sat up quickly; he was back in the Hufflepuff common room. Sweat was pouring down his face and he felt cold.
"Anthony?" a girl's voice asked. "Are you alright?" Caroline looked worried.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'm alright. It was just a dream."