That night, Harry had a very strange dream.
He was in a very dark classroom. He could hear murmuring voices, that sounded happy and cheerful. Suddenly, a spotlight appeared out of no where, revealing Cho in a sparkling pink dress-playing an electric keyboard.In another corner, a spotlight showed Hermione wailing on a saxophone. Suddenly, a disco ball dropped out of the ceiling, and the room seemed to explode with light.
Harry arched an eyebrow and his mouth dropped. Smiling gleefully in the middle of the room, Professor McGonagall (who seemed to have turned thirty years younger) was wearking a luminous purple gown-doing disco. She tried to get Harry to join her, and for the first time, he noticed that he was wearing a white disco outfit.
"C'mon, Harry!" McGonagall laughed. "DISCO WITH ME!"
"Professor, what're you doing?" Harry finally asked.
"Don't ask stupid questions!" exclaimed Ron, coming up from behind Harry. He was wearing huge pink glasses, a blue disco suit, and his hair had turned into an afro (making it look like he had just been electrocuted). "Just dance!" Ron walked up to McGonagall and started dancing to the disco.
Harry was quite confused. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was Malfoy. "Follow the yellow brick road!"
"What?!" Harry asked, extremely lost.
"Follow the yellow brick road!" Crabbe repeated.
"Follow the yellow brick road?!"
"Follow the yellow brick road!" Goyle reiterated.
It was then that Harry realized the hallway outside of the classroom had turned a bright yellow color. Deciding it would be best to listen to Malfoy, Harry followed the hall.
"I'VE GOT IT!!" a voice screamed from behind a partially closed door. Harry glanced inside. Filch, Snape, Link and Zelda were all crowded around a small table.
"Well, what's your guess?" Zelda asked.
"It was Mrs. White in the Kitchen with the Revolver!" Snape shouted. He quickly opened the small brown envelope.
"Are you right?" Filch asked.
"NO!" Snape shouted angrily, stuffing the cards back into the envelope. "I WAS SO POSITIVE!! CURSE THAT STUPID MRS. WHITE! I HATE THAT M- "
"Hey, don't give anything away," Zelda interrupted. "We're still playing."
"Oh, hi Potter!" Link called out. "Want to come join us?"
"Er-no thanks," Harry responded quickly, walking away. He continued to walk down the yellow hallway. That was very strange. Why were they playing a Muggle game? He recognized it immediately as Clue-something that Aunt Petunia had always liked playing with Dudley.
Faint music was coming from behind another door. Harry walked towards it, but something was telling him to keep walking down the path. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Harry kept strolling.
The yellow hallway suddenly stopped in front of a large door. Harry cautiously opened it and peered inside.
Wearing a kilt, a beret, and smoking a large pipe, Dumbledore was levitating in the middle of the room-meditating.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked blankly.
"Don't interrupt his concentration," came a voice from the shadows. "Dumbledore is currently deep into mediatation, not thinking about anything. He has cleared his mind of all thoughts, and is quite ignorant to the fact that we're in this room. Um, nice disco outfit, by the way."
"But why is Dumbledore wearing a-"
"Gannondorf!" snarled the voice. "Have you gotten that thing yet?!"
"It's not as easy as it looks, Voldemort. YOU try it."
And suddenly, Harry woke up. Sweating and panting, he put on his glasses. That dream made absolutely no sense.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had stopped trying to research Gannondorf a long time ago-ever since they found out that not even Madame Pince could help them, they gave up desperately.
But there he had been, in that dream.with Voldemort.what did it mean?
And had Dumbledore been meditating? Why had been McGonagall been dancing to disco music? What was with Ron's hair? Harry pounded his head with his fists, leaning back onto his pillow. He had so many questions to ask, but no one to ask them to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the morning, Harry nearly fell asleep twice at breakfast.
"Harry, are you feeling all right?" Hermione asked with concern. "You seem really tired. And you keep dozing off."
"I just had this weird dream that kept me up all night," Harry mumbled. "I lay in bed thinking about it for so long, and it seems like I barely got any sleep."
"Was.You-Know-Who in the dream?" Ron asked, cracking his knuckles. "Those are the kind that normally keep you up."
"He was in it, but only towards the end for a few seconds," Harry responded. "And Gannondorf was with him!"
"I almost forgot about Gannondorf!" Hermione exclaimed, dropping her fork. "Harry, what do you think it means? What if.what if he and.Voldemort are working together?!"
"I don't even want to think about that," Harry whispered. "But the rest of my dream made no sense.it was all so RANDOM and weird!"
"Why, what happened?" Hermione asked seriously.
"Well, it started out in a dark room. Then I saw Cho playing the piano, you were playing a saxophone, Ron had an afro, and McGonagall was.dancing to disco music."
"WHAT?!" Hermione laughed, pounding on the table. "McGonagall!? DISCO?!"
"What's disco?" Ron asked. "Some kind of Muggle music?"
"Um.yeah," Harry answered, smiling. "But anyway-oh, calm down, Hermione-next I saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They told me to-"
"Take a hike?" Ron asked.
"No. They told me to follow the yellow brick road. Only the brick road was just a yellow hallway. So I walked down the hall, and in one room there was Snape, Filch, Koke, and Harkinian. They were playing a game of Clue."
"It's a muggle game," Hermione explained to Ron, who looked very confused.
"So anyway, I kept on going until the yellow hallway stopped at a door. When I opened it, I saw Dumbledore meditating and wearing a kilt-" (Hermione and Ron tried their best not to interrupt by guffawing)"-and then I heard two voices from the shadows. One was Voldemort's, and the other was Gannondorf's."
"What did they say?" Hermione asked.
"I'm trying to remember.Voldemort asked Gannondorf if he had something, and then Gannondorf said it was hard to get.or something."
Hermione suddenly gasped. "I love that movie," she whispered.
"What're you talking about?" Ron asked.
"It's a Muggle past-time," Harry exclaimed. "And the yellow brick road is from this movie called The.oh, forget it."
"Good. I will."
"Harry, what could that dream possibly have meant?" Hermione asked. "I don't get it at all.especially the disco part. I've never touched a saxophone in my life."
"Potter, Weasley, Granger," came a voice. The three of them looked up and saw Malfoy, with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides.
"What d'you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked bitterly.
"I was just curious about something, Mudblood," Malfoy responded. "I was just walking by a few minutes ago, and I heard you say my name in a whisper. What exactly were you saying about me?"
"If you were really curious, why didn't you demand to know on the spot?" Harry asked coolly.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Ron asked. "He wouldn't dare approach us without having his two body guards next to him."
"What'd you say, Weasley?!" Malfoy growled.
"You heard me!"
Instantly, Crabbe and Goyle leapt on top of Ron, shoving him to the ground. Hermione shrieked and leapt back. "Harry, DO SOMETHING!"
"Can't you?!" he cried, diving into his robes to find his wand.
Both Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to be able to use their wands on Ron. Instead, they used their physical strength.
"Get off him!" Ginny yelled, running up to the fight from the other end of the table. "Get off, you freaks!"
"Ginny, stay back!" Harry yelled, finally having found his wand. "They'll only hurt you, too! They won't be scard to!"
"Good old Potter," Malfoy snickered. "We couldn't let anything happen to your little girlfriend, could we?"
"SHUT UP!" Ginny shouted. She turned to Crabbe and Goyle, wand out. Harry and Hermione also pulled out their wands.
"STUPEFY!!" the three of them shouted together. Malfoy's eyes widened as both Crabbe and Goyle collapsed, knocked out cold. Silence rang throughout the hall.
"You're in trouble now," Malfoy said darkly. Snape and McGonagall ran up to them.
"What happened?!" Snape demanded.
"What happened to Weasley?!" McGonagall cried. Ron had fainted, bruises and cuts all over his face.
"Crabbe and Goyle tried killing him!" Ginny yelled, not at all frightened by what might happen to her. "I didn't want them to hurt Ron!"
"Little girl," Snape growled. "Do you honestly think we would've let anything serious happen to your brother in our school?"
"No one came!" Ginny shouted. Hermione and Harry would've contributed to the fight, but Ginny seemed to be doing fine on her own. She continued. "I told them to get off, I tried pulling them off, but nothing worked! We had to stupefy them!"
Snape inhaled deeply, and turned to McGonagall. "Minerva, what do you think? Personally, I believe that Miss Weasley and-"
"Detention," McGonagall replied, shaking. "A week's worth for all of them, except Crabbe and Goyle. Two for them. Fifteen points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and twenty from Slytherin. Get Crabbe, Goyle, and Weasley to the hospital wing immediately."
Grumbling something under his breath, Snape went to get Madame Pomfrey. McGonagall stared sternly at Harry, Hermione and Ginny. "I believe what you did to defend Weasley was very brave of you, but I could not let it go without punishment."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
yay. Hurrah for Ginny. Sorry for those who don't like disco.
He was in a very dark classroom. He could hear murmuring voices, that sounded happy and cheerful. Suddenly, a spotlight appeared out of no where, revealing Cho in a sparkling pink dress-playing an electric keyboard.In another corner, a spotlight showed Hermione wailing on a saxophone. Suddenly, a disco ball dropped out of the ceiling, and the room seemed to explode with light.
Harry arched an eyebrow and his mouth dropped. Smiling gleefully in the middle of the room, Professor McGonagall (who seemed to have turned thirty years younger) was wearking a luminous purple gown-doing disco. She tried to get Harry to join her, and for the first time, he noticed that he was wearing a white disco outfit.
"C'mon, Harry!" McGonagall laughed. "DISCO WITH ME!"
"Professor, what're you doing?" Harry finally asked.
"Don't ask stupid questions!" exclaimed Ron, coming up from behind Harry. He was wearing huge pink glasses, a blue disco suit, and his hair had turned into an afro (making it look like he had just been electrocuted). "Just dance!" Ron walked up to McGonagall and started dancing to the disco.
Harry was quite confused. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was Malfoy. "Follow the yellow brick road!"
"What?!" Harry asked, extremely lost.
"Follow the yellow brick road!" Crabbe repeated.
"Follow the yellow brick road?!"
"Follow the yellow brick road!" Goyle reiterated.
It was then that Harry realized the hallway outside of the classroom had turned a bright yellow color. Deciding it would be best to listen to Malfoy, Harry followed the hall.
"I'VE GOT IT!!" a voice screamed from behind a partially closed door. Harry glanced inside. Filch, Snape, Link and Zelda were all crowded around a small table.
"Well, what's your guess?" Zelda asked.
"It was Mrs. White in the Kitchen with the Revolver!" Snape shouted. He quickly opened the small brown envelope.
"Are you right?" Filch asked.
"NO!" Snape shouted angrily, stuffing the cards back into the envelope. "I WAS SO POSITIVE!! CURSE THAT STUPID MRS. WHITE! I HATE THAT M- "
"Hey, don't give anything away," Zelda interrupted. "We're still playing."
"Oh, hi Potter!" Link called out. "Want to come join us?"
"Er-no thanks," Harry responded quickly, walking away. He continued to walk down the yellow hallway. That was very strange. Why were they playing a Muggle game? He recognized it immediately as Clue-something that Aunt Petunia had always liked playing with Dudley.
Faint music was coming from behind another door. Harry walked towards it, but something was telling him to keep walking down the path. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Harry kept strolling.
The yellow hallway suddenly stopped in front of a large door. Harry cautiously opened it and peered inside.
Wearing a kilt, a beret, and smoking a large pipe, Dumbledore was levitating in the middle of the room-meditating.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked blankly.
"Don't interrupt his concentration," came a voice from the shadows. "Dumbledore is currently deep into mediatation, not thinking about anything. He has cleared his mind of all thoughts, and is quite ignorant to the fact that we're in this room. Um, nice disco outfit, by the way."
"But why is Dumbledore wearing a-"
"Gannondorf!" snarled the voice. "Have you gotten that thing yet?!"
"It's not as easy as it looks, Voldemort. YOU try it."
And suddenly, Harry woke up. Sweating and panting, he put on his glasses. That dream made absolutely no sense.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had stopped trying to research Gannondorf a long time ago-ever since they found out that not even Madame Pince could help them, they gave up desperately.
But there he had been, in that dream.with Voldemort.what did it mean?
And had Dumbledore been meditating? Why had been McGonagall been dancing to disco music? What was with Ron's hair? Harry pounded his head with his fists, leaning back onto his pillow. He had so many questions to ask, but no one to ask them to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the morning, Harry nearly fell asleep twice at breakfast.
"Harry, are you feeling all right?" Hermione asked with concern. "You seem really tired. And you keep dozing off."
"I just had this weird dream that kept me up all night," Harry mumbled. "I lay in bed thinking about it for so long, and it seems like I barely got any sleep."
"Was.You-Know-Who in the dream?" Ron asked, cracking his knuckles. "Those are the kind that normally keep you up."
"He was in it, but only towards the end for a few seconds," Harry responded. "And Gannondorf was with him!"
"I almost forgot about Gannondorf!" Hermione exclaimed, dropping her fork. "Harry, what do you think it means? What if.what if he and.Voldemort are working together?!"
"I don't even want to think about that," Harry whispered. "But the rest of my dream made no sense.it was all so RANDOM and weird!"
"Why, what happened?" Hermione asked seriously.
"Well, it started out in a dark room. Then I saw Cho playing the piano, you were playing a saxophone, Ron had an afro, and McGonagall was.dancing to disco music."
"WHAT?!" Hermione laughed, pounding on the table. "McGonagall!? DISCO?!"
"What's disco?" Ron asked. "Some kind of Muggle music?"
"Um.yeah," Harry answered, smiling. "But anyway-oh, calm down, Hermione-next I saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They told me to-"
"Take a hike?" Ron asked.
"No. They told me to follow the yellow brick road. Only the brick road was just a yellow hallway. So I walked down the hall, and in one room there was Snape, Filch, Koke, and Harkinian. They were playing a game of Clue."
"It's a muggle game," Hermione explained to Ron, who looked very confused.
"So anyway, I kept on going until the yellow hallway stopped at a door. When I opened it, I saw Dumbledore meditating and wearing a kilt-" (Hermione and Ron tried their best not to interrupt by guffawing)"-and then I heard two voices from the shadows. One was Voldemort's, and the other was Gannondorf's."
"What did they say?" Hermione asked.
"I'm trying to remember.Voldemort asked Gannondorf if he had something, and then Gannondorf said it was hard to get.or something."
Hermione suddenly gasped. "I love that movie," she whispered.
"What're you talking about?" Ron asked.
"It's a Muggle past-time," Harry exclaimed. "And the yellow brick road is from this movie called The.oh, forget it."
"Good. I will."
"Harry, what could that dream possibly have meant?" Hermione asked. "I don't get it at all.especially the disco part. I've never touched a saxophone in my life."
"Potter, Weasley, Granger," came a voice. The three of them looked up and saw Malfoy, with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides.
"What d'you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked bitterly.
"I was just curious about something, Mudblood," Malfoy responded. "I was just walking by a few minutes ago, and I heard you say my name in a whisper. What exactly were you saying about me?"
"If you were really curious, why didn't you demand to know on the spot?" Harry asked coolly.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Ron asked. "He wouldn't dare approach us without having his two body guards next to him."
"What'd you say, Weasley?!" Malfoy growled.
"You heard me!"
Instantly, Crabbe and Goyle leapt on top of Ron, shoving him to the ground. Hermione shrieked and leapt back. "Harry, DO SOMETHING!"
"Can't you?!" he cried, diving into his robes to find his wand.
Both Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to be able to use their wands on Ron. Instead, they used their physical strength.
"Get off him!" Ginny yelled, running up to the fight from the other end of the table. "Get off, you freaks!"
"Ginny, stay back!" Harry yelled, finally having found his wand. "They'll only hurt you, too! They won't be scard to!"
"Good old Potter," Malfoy snickered. "We couldn't let anything happen to your little girlfriend, could we?"
"SHUT UP!" Ginny shouted. She turned to Crabbe and Goyle, wand out. Harry and Hermione also pulled out their wands.
"STUPEFY!!" the three of them shouted together. Malfoy's eyes widened as both Crabbe and Goyle collapsed, knocked out cold. Silence rang throughout the hall.
"You're in trouble now," Malfoy said darkly. Snape and McGonagall ran up to them.
"What happened?!" Snape demanded.
"What happened to Weasley?!" McGonagall cried. Ron had fainted, bruises and cuts all over his face.
"Crabbe and Goyle tried killing him!" Ginny yelled, not at all frightened by what might happen to her. "I didn't want them to hurt Ron!"
"Little girl," Snape growled. "Do you honestly think we would've let anything serious happen to your brother in our school?"
"No one came!" Ginny shouted. Hermione and Harry would've contributed to the fight, but Ginny seemed to be doing fine on her own. She continued. "I told them to get off, I tried pulling them off, but nothing worked! We had to stupefy them!"
Snape inhaled deeply, and turned to McGonagall. "Minerva, what do you think? Personally, I believe that Miss Weasley and-"
"Detention," McGonagall replied, shaking. "A week's worth for all of them, except Crabbe and Goyle. Two for them. Fifteen points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and twenty from Slytherin. Get Crabbe, Goyle, and Weasley to the hospital wing immediately."
Grumbling something under his breath, Snape went to get Madame Pomfrey. McGonagall stared sternly at Harry, Hermione and Ginny. "I believe what you did to defend Weasley was very brave of you, but I could not let it go without punishment."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
yay. Hurrah for Ginny. Sorry for those who don't like disco.