(Author's note: I fully apologize about this being so confusing. The dreams
and weird visions will all make sense when you read the sequel, because
some of them are actually taken from scenes that I wrote for it. But these
next chapters will be very vague and sort of like a fill-in-the-blank. It
includes the part where Harry defeats Voldemort, and I, for one, am still
absolutely baffled at how he will pull that off. As for now, I will
continue my story, but leave one little chunk for JKR to write, because it
is not my place to finish what's hers. So, therefore, this will be
extremely vague, but bear with me - it's the most detailed I can make it
without "adding on" to the HP books. Ok? Read on then.)
"Hi Harry. Hi Jamie."
Jamie didn't respond - she wasn't sure how to. Harry was only grinning. "Hi Ron. Hermione." She replied - baffled.
The two sat down - Ron put his arm around Hermione, and Hermione laid her head on his shoulder. Ron yawned, and Hermione poked him. "Wha?" he asked in the middle of his yawn.
"Close your mouth." Ron smiled at her.
Jamie turned to Harry, gave him a questioning look, and Harry laughed.
"What did you do?" Jamie mouthed silently.
Harry leaned over and whispered so Ron and Hermione wouldn't hear. "Love potion. I put it in both their drinks at dinner."
"Harry!" she hissed, and then glanced over at Ron and Hermione to see that they weren't listening. Harry seemed quite pleased with himself.
He continued. "Although, it should have worn off by now. I just gave them a nudge in the right direction."
Jamie gave him a very angry look.
"I thought you'd be happy." He added nervously.
Jamie sighed, shook her head and let herself smile slightly. Maybe it was a good thing.
The owls flew in with the morning post, and an unfamiliar owl rudely landed right in Harry's eggs. Harry untied the letter from its leg, and the owl turned around to face Jamie. Its eyes were horrible. They looked the same as any owl's eyes - but somehow, they were horrible at the same time. Jamie couldn't wait for this owl to fly off and leave the castle. Somehow she sensed it was a bringer of bad news.
Harry opened the letter and brightened.
"Who's it from?" Hermione asked.
Harry's face fell slightly as a thought struck him.
He looked back up. "Lupin." Harry replied shortly. You'd think he'd be a bit more cheerful to hear from Lupin.
"Really?" Ron asked.
Nope, Jamie heard distinctly from Harry, although he had not voiced it out loud.
"Our teacher from third year?" Jamie asked. Harry nodded and pretended to read. His face gradually fell more and more by the second as thoughts swam through his head.
Jamie wanted to know who it was really from. "Are you sure?"
Harry looked up from the letter, forced a smile and turned the letter around so everyone could see Lupin's name at the bottom.
Jamie didn't smile. Harry looked at her - his face smiling, but with pain in his eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~
The four left the Great Hall and were heading through the Entrance Hall towards the doors that led outside. Harry stopped in mid-step.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked at him as if he just noticed he was there. "Oh, er. go on, I'll meet you outside."
Ron nodded and he and Hermione continued on their way.
Jamie stayed behind. "What is it, really?"
With difficulty, Harry looked up at her. "I.er.I'm going to the Owlery to. er. reply the letter." Harry couldn't bear to look in her eyes, for they clearly showed suspicion. He might not see those eyes again. He fought the impulse to hug her, and forced a cheerful smile.
"I'll meet you outside, it'll only take a moment." He lied.
"If it'll only take a moment, how about I come with you."
"No!" he replied, a little too quickly. "Er. I mean, no. No, you don't have to. I. I'll only be a second."
Jamie remained skeptical.
"You can keep an eye on Ron and Hermione for me. " he added with a grin.
"Okay." Jamie replied and reluctantly turned around and headed towards the sunlight.
Harry sighed as he watched her go, and bit his lip.
One must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.
Harry took a deep breath and headed East towards the Owlery.
He was willingly walking into a trap, and somehow Jamie knew.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie stepped outside with a deep sense of foreboding. Although the sky was clear and bright, she felt as if storm clouds were above her. She walked towards the lake, not knowing exactly why.
She remembered Ron and Hermione were out here, but before she had the time to look around for them, her mind froze.
An empty euphoria took over her. Her senses were dimmed, and her mind was lifted of all worries. She felt light and knew no more.
It was a day not at all unlike this one. Something had to be different, though. Her eyes traveled up, up, up - and she finally saw the top of the eastern tower - engulfed in flame. Shock spread through her like an arrow - but her mind didn't register it.
She opened her eyes to the present to see that she was standing exactly where she had seen herself seconds ago - except that she was facing the lake. She turned her head - barely aware of the action - and numbly witnessed the foreseen catastrophe. Her brain was screaming at her to breathe - she must have forgotten to. But for a moment she felt she didn't need to.
Ashes began to fall all around her, catching in her almond brown hair. She barely noticed as she stood - transfixed.
Chaos and panic was all around her. This also failed to break her gaze from the burning tower. It didn't matter, she needn't see the chaos - she could feel it.
Screaming.
Terror.
Pain.
*Pain? Who would be feeling pain?* Jamie frantically searched her mind for an answer - and it came.
*Harry.*
With bitter realization, Jamie remembered.
The Owlery was in the eastern tower.
"Hi Harry. Hi Jamie."
Jamie didn't respond - she wasn't sure how to. Harry was only grinning. "Hi Ron. Hermione." She replied - baffled.
The two sat down - Ron put his arm around Hermione, and Hermione laid her head on his shoulder. Ron yawned, and Hermione poked him. "Wha?" he asked in the middle of his yawn.
"Close your mouth." Ron smiled at her.
Jamie turned to Harry, gave him a questioning look, and Harry laughed.
"What did you do?" Jamie mouthed silently.
Harry leaned over and whispered so Ron and Hermione wouldn't hear. "Love potion. I put it in both their drinks at dinner."
"Harry!" she hissed, and then glanced over at Ron and Hermione to see that they weren't listening. Harry seemed quite pleased with himself.
He continued. "Although, it should have worn off by now. I just gave them a nudge in the right direction."
Jamie gave him a very angry look.
"I thought you'd be happy." He added nervously.
Jamie sighed, shook her head and let herself smile slightly. Maybe it was a good thing.
The owls flew in with the morning post, and an unfamiliar owl rudely landed right in Harry's eggs. Harry untied the letter from its leg, and the owl turned around to face Jamie. Its eyes were horrible. They looked the same as any owl's eyes - but somehow, they were horrible at the same time. Jamie couldn't wait for this owl to fly off and leave the castle. Somehow she sensed it was a bringer of bad news.
Harry opened the letter and brightened.
"Who's it from?" Hermione asked.
Harry's face fell slightly as a thought struck him.
He looked back up. "Lupin." Harry replied shortly. You'd think he'd be a bit more cheerful to hear from Lupin.
"Really?" Ron asked.
Nope, Jamie heard distinctly from Harry, although he had not voiced it out loud.
"Our teacher from third year?" Jamie asked. Harry nodded and pretended to read. His face gradually fell more and more by the second as thoughts swam through his head.
Jamie wanted to know who it was really from. "Are you sure?"
Harry looked up from the letter, forced a smile and turned the letter around so everyone could see Lupin's name at the bottom.
Jamie didn't smile. Harry looked at her - his face smiling, but with pain in his eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~
The four left the Great Hall and were heading through the Entrance Hall towards the doors that led outside. Harry stopped in mid-step.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked at him as if he just noticed he was there. "Oh, er. go on, I'll meet you outside."
Ron nodded and he and Hermione continued on their way.
Jamie stayed behind. "What is it, really?"
With difficulty, Harry looked up at her. "I.er.I'm going to the Owlery to. er. reply the letter." Harry couldn't bear to look in her eyes, for they clearly showed suspicion. He might not see those eyes again. He fought the impulse to hug her, and forced a cheerful smile.
"I'll meet you outside, it'll only take a moment." He lied.
"If it'll only take a moment, how about I come with you."
"No!" he replied, a little too quickly. "Er. I mean, no. No, you don't have to. I. I'll only be a second."
Jamie remained skeptical.
"You can keep an eye on Ron and Hermione for me. " he added with a grin.
"Okay." Jamie replied and reluctantly turned around and headed towards the sunlight.
Harry sighed as he watched her go, and bit his lip.
One must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.
Harry took a deep breath and headed East towards the Owlery.
He was willingly walking into a trap, and somehow Jamie knew.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie stepped outside with a deep sense of foreboding. Although the sky was clear and bright, she felt as if storm clouds were above her. She walked towards the lake, not knowing exactly why.
She remembered Ron and Hermione were out here, but before she had the time to look around for them, her mind froze.
An empty euphoria took over her. Her senses were dimmed, and her mind was lifted of all worries. She felt light and knew no more.
It was a day not at all unlike this one. Something had to be different, though. Her eyes traveled up, up, up - and she finally saw the top of the eastern tower - engulfed in flame. Shock spread through her like an arrow - but her mind didn't register it.
She opened her eyes to the present to see that she was standing exactly where she had seen herself seconds ago - except that she was facing the lake. She turned her head - barely aware of the action - and numbly witnessed the foreseen catastrophe. Her brain was screaming at her to breathe - she must have forgotten to. But for a moment she felt she didn't need to.
Ashes began to fall all around her, catching in her almond brown hair. She barely noticed as she stood - transfixed.
Chaos and panic was all around her. This also failed to break her gaze from the burning tower. It didn't matter, she needn't see the chaos - she could feel it.
Screaming.
Terror.
Pain.
*Pain? Who would be feeling pain?* Jamie frantically searched her mind for an answer - and it came.
*Harry.*
With bitter realization, Jamie remembered.
The Owlery was in the eastern tower.