Introduction
Run…run…run…faster and faster. Harry could feel his heart pounding in the pit of his throat. Sweat trickled down his face the more he commanded his feet to fly onward toward the blue light coming from the depths of the woods. A tunnel now he could see. Now an archway, the light was becoming brighter, and something else, wait no, someONE else. Harry stopped. A hand stretched forth to him from the light. First just a hand, followed by an arm, and then a face. Harry reached for the hand with his own, just as the face of the person appeared. "Hermione?" Harry mouthed, though no words could he utter. It looked like Hermione, yet there was something different about her, something almost luminous. She was smiling and said in a very ethereal voice,
"It's time, Harry. Put away all your fears. Take your place." Harry seemed to be absorbing these words through his skin rather than through his own two ears. Even though he did not know what they meant, they pierced him to his very soul. Then he saw something come from the light which made his heart freeze. A dark mist started oozing towards the image of Hermione, consuming her image. She reached for Harry but no matter how much Harry seemed to reach for her, his finger tips were just inches away from hers. As Hermione screamed and began to disappear from the darkness, Harry called after her again……and again….calling for whatever it was to release his dear friend.
"I plead for her life! If it's you, Voldemort, I plead for her life! I know you want me, please, don't hurt her………" The last few words drifted away as Harry sat up with a jolt.
He had been dreaming the same dream now for an entire week. This was his first day of his 6th year back and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and while he never was able to sleep well in his life, the last week had been horrific for him. No doubt with facing the Dark Lord on multiple occasions where he was forced to relive all of his worst fears in his dreams, never had a nightmare left him so ill at ease before. If it's one thing he learned last year, and from Professor Snape no less, it was this: dreams can foretell, and dreams can also command.
Run…run…run…faster and faster. Harry could feel his heart pounding in the pit of his throat. Sweat trickled down his face the more he commanded his feet to fly onward toward the blue light coming from the depths of the woods. A tunnel now he could see. Now an archway, the light was becoming brighter, and something else, wait no, someONE else. Harry stopped. A hand stretched forth to him from the light. First just a hand, followed by an arm, and then a face. Harry reached for the hand with his own, just as the face of the person appeared. "Hermione?" Harry mouthed, though no words could he utter. It looked like Hermione, yet there was something different about her, something almost luminous. She was smiling and said in a very ethereal voice,
"It's time, Harry. Put away all your fears. Take your place." Harry seemed to be absorbing these words through his skin rather than through his own two ears. Even though he did not know what they meant, they pierced him to his very soul. Then he saw something come from the light which made his heart freeze. A dark mist started oozing towards the image of Hermione, consuming her image. She reached for Harry but no matter how much Harry seemed to reach for her, his finger tips were just inches away from hers. As Hermione screamed and began to disappear from the darkness, Harry called after her again……and again….calling for whatever it was to release his dear friend.
"I plead for her life! If it's you, Voldemort, I plead for her life! I know you want me, please, don't hurt her………" The last few words drifted away as Harry sat up with a jolt.
He had been dreaming the same dream now for an entire week. This was his first day of his 6th year back and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and while he never was able to sleep well in his life, the last week had been horrific for him. No doubt with facing the Dark Lord on multiple occasions where he was forced to relive all of his worst fears in his dreams, never had a nightmare left him so ill at ease before. If it's one thing he learned last year, and from Professor Snape no less, it was this: dreams can foretell, and dreams can also command.