A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating in so long. Yes I know but I had extreme writers block, but its done so enjoy.
The Dream Not Remembered:
The odd looks continued, as Ron said, "We better get changed. We should be there soon."
"Good idea," said Harry breaking away from his look at Ginny.
They all changed into their Hogwarts robes, and just in time. As soon as they had pulled the uniforms over their heads, a whistle blew, and the train slowed into a stop at Hogsmeade Station. They walked off the train, and headed toward the line of wagons pulled by thestrals.
"What are those things?" asked Sarah.
"You can see them?" asked Harry surprised.
"Yes can't you?" she asked everybody.
"They can, but me, Ginny, and Hermione can't.," said Ron.
"Why not?" she asked startled.
"Well, they are thestrals, and thestrals can only be seen by people who have seen death." explained Luna.
"Wait," interrupted Hermione, "If we saw Sirius die, than why can't we see them?"
"Sirius who?" asked Sarah, now even more confused.
"Hermione!" scolded Harry, "Tell the whole world, why don't you?"
"Sorry," she said turning red.
"S'Alright, Sarah, can this wait til later. It is a really long story, and I don't really feel in the mood to talk about it right now. I'll tell you though," he said when he saw her face get a little sadder. For some reason he didn't want to make her said, in fact he had a strong urge to make her happy. To cheer up he said, "Well anyways, lets get up too the feast, I'm starving. Sarah, Luna, you guys can sit at Gryffindor table if you want, but you don't have to. I know how you Ravenclaws like to bond on the first day of school," he said, giving a funny little smirk at Luna, whom had told him that her roommates stole her belongings, last year.
"Hahaha, very funny, I think I will sit at your table," she said defiantly.
"Well, I don't want to be all alone at Ravenclaw table, so I'm going to sit with you guys too!" said Sarah.
"Sounds good, but we better get into some carriages before they're all taken up," interrupted Ron.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Sarah quickly hopped into the nearest carriage, and Ginny, Neville, and Luna got into the one behind them. They sat in silence during the long bumpy trip up to the castle, and stayed quiet as hey ambled out of the carriages and up the steps. It wasn't until they entered the Great Hall, was the silence broken by Sarah, "So, where do we sit?"
"Over there," said Hermione, pointing. They walked over to the table, and sat down. Before long, the Sorting has begun. Sarah was fascinated by the magic hat, but every one else was absorbed in their own thoughts. Especially Harry. It was obvious to anyone that was paying attention to him (aka noone) what he was thinking. He had his head in his ends, staring at Sarah, and his eyes were glazed over.
There were seven new Gryffindors, eight new Ravenclaws, five more Hufflepuffs, and six more Slytherins, but Harry took no notice of any of them. And when the Sorting hat was removed by Professor McGonagall, Harry still didn't look up. It wasn't until the food appeared, and Sarah's attention was moved from the front of the room to the plates right in front of her, that Harry snapped out of the trance. It wasn't easy though, and it took Sarah saying to him, "Don't stare at me when I'm eating!" for him to realize where he was. As soon as he did though, his stomach started growling, and he starte piling liberal amounts of food onto his plate.
After the puddings disappeared, Luna and Sarah made their departure to the Ravenclaw common room, and the rest of the group to their own. After Ron said the password, Hinklypunk, and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, Herry went straight up to the dormitories, and lay on his bed. For the first time since Sirius' death, Harry did not think of him as he lay there trying to sleep. It was thoughts of Sarah that were going through his mind. Her perfect skin, her brilliant smile, her deep beautiful smile. This is what he thought of before he went to bed that first night of term.
Unfortunately, these thoughts were not the basis of the dream he had that night.
'Harry Potter was in the large stone circular room in the Department of Mysteries. There, in the center was the veil. Although Harry had seen this scene in his head a thousand times, this time was different. Usually, he saw the events, as he himself had seen them that night. Now, he saw them in the eyes of Sirius. He could see himself on the other side of the room, dragging Neville up the steps. He saw Bellatrix Lestrange, standing right there in front of him. He saw her attack and he ducked. Then he said, although not in his own voice, in Sirius's, Come on you can do better than that! Then a flash of light and he was falling. Finally, what seemed ages late, he opened his eyes. He was in a dimly lit tunnel. He turned around to see the veil, so he could go back through, but instead of a veil there, there was a huge oaken door, with a rusty handle and keyhole. He grabbed the doorknob, and rattled it. Nothing happened. He took out his wand and shouted, Alohamora. Still nothing happened. The door was locked, and it wouldn't open. He looked down the dark tunnel. He somehow knew not to go down there. So, he sat by the wall, and he waited.'
A/N: I'm not quite done with chapter 8 or whatever chapter it is so it might be a day or two, but my parents are being evil and cutting my internet time, so hopefully it will be up there soon.
