POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 10
The sound of the Slytherins talking two floors down was the only sign that it was mourning and only Ginny could hear it through the snoring and heavy breathing of the others. She had got used to waking early during her travels and now she was up at six sharp even without the sun. She watched as Nearly Headless Nick arranged his head in the mirror so that it looked balanced and the Bloody Baron watched Harry sleep. Ginny watched him for a moment too. So peaceful. He had been on the edge of his seat since Ginny had seen him three days ago and this was the first time that she saw him calm and relaxed. Luna appeared at the side of the table, rubbing her eyes.
"Remember the last day of school ?" Luna asked, it was a rhetorical question. Of course she remembered, everyone did. And slowly Ginny's eyes moved over to Neville. He too slept like a baby.
"Of course," Ginny said sliding her legs round and standing next to Luna. Luna had aged a lot since that day. Her hair was now slightly browner and her eye had lost their silver twinkle. She had grown up.
"Well can you remember his last words ?" Luna asked, a look of sheer terror on her face. Ginny knew them. And, like Neville, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna herself, she feared them.
'YOU WILL ALL DIE, POTTER AND FRIENDS'
Ginny shuddered. Sure it had been a long time ago but now, with all that had happened in the last week, Ginny felt that the wounds reopen. Her fear had returned.
~*~*~
Sweat poured down from his messy dark hair, across his lightning bolt scar and into his eyes. His nightmare flashed before his eyes vividly. Neville and he had been stunned. And then.... He could remember the man but not his actions. He wore a black cape and shouted something Latin as he plunged the dagger down into Ron's shoulder. Ron ! The man had tried to murder Ron. And then the former Griffindor had sat bolt up right. Everyone in the room stared at him.
"Harry," Hermione muttered into the eerie silence. For a moment the gang feared he may attack them. Maybe he -was- crazy and had broken out of the department of the criminally insane. But this was Harry they were talking about. Sure in his youth he had had shouting fits and violent mood swings but he was still their friend. Their best friend.
He flopped back down onto his back and stared at the dungeon ceiling. His dream slowly felt his mind and the senses became less and less clear. Ron had been stabbed. But by who ? And slowly, after a few more moments, he could no longer remember who had even been killed.
"So what's the plan for the day ?" Neville asked from the stool in the corner. The young herbologist had lost his belly and gained muscles since they had last seen him on the night of Voldemort's death. His hair and facial features remained the same, not including the broken nose. Harry shook his head.
"There is no plan." He told his old friend. "We just wait."
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 10
The sound of the Slytherins talking two floors down was the only sign that it was mourning and only Ginny could hear it through the snoring and heavy breathing of the others. She had got used to waking early during her travels and now she was up at six sharp even without the sun. She watched as Nearly Headless Nick arranged his head in the mirror so that it looked balanced and the Bloody Baron watched Harry sleep. Ginny watched him for a moment too. So peaceful. He had been on the edge of his seat since Ginny had seen him three days ago and this was the first time that she saw him calm and relaxed. Luna appeared at the side of the table, rubbing her eyes.
"Remember the last day of school ?" Luna asked, it was a rhetorical question. Of course she remembered, everyone did. And slowly Ginny's eyes moved over to Neville. He too slept like a baby.
"Of course," Ginny said sliding her legs round and standing next to Luna. Luna had aged a lot since that day. Her hair was now slightly browner and her eye had lost their silver twinkle. She had grown up.
"Well can you remember his last words ?" Luna asked, a look of sheer terror on her face. Ginny knew them. And, like Neville, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna herself, she feared them.
'YOU WILL ALL DIE, POTTER AND FRIENDS'
Ginny shuddered. Sure it had been a long time ago but now, with all that had happened in the last week, Ginny felt that the wounds reopen. Her fear had returned.
~*~*~
Sweat poured down from his messy dark hair, across his lightning bolt scar and into his eyes. His nightmare flashed before his eyes vividly. Neville and he had been stunned. And then.... He could remember the man but not his actions. He wore a black cape and shouted something Latin as he plunged the dagger down into Ron's shoulder. Ron ! The man had tried to murder Ron. And then the former Griffindor had sat bolt up right. Everyone in the room stared at him.
"Harry," Hermione muttered into the eerie silence. For a moment the gang feared he may attack them. Maybe he -was- crazy and had broken out of the department of the criminally insane. But this was Harry they were talking about. Sure in his youth he had had shouting fits and violent mood swings but he was still their friend. Their best friend.
He flopped back down onto his back and stared at the dungeon ceiling. His dream slowly felt his mind and the senses became less and less clear. Ron had been stabbed. But by who ? And slowly, after a few more moments, he could no longer remember who had even been killed.
"So what's the plan for the day ?" Neville asked from the stool in the corner. The young herbologist had lost his belly and gained muscles since they had last seen him on the night of Voldemort's death. His hair and facial features remained the same, not including the broken nose. Harry shook his head.
"There is no plan." He told his old friend. "We just wait."