Okay, okay… I'm late… again. And, yes, it's a short chapter, but right now, I don't have time to write anything longer. Sorry.
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-Cherry
"Wormtail!" a snake like man called.
"Yes, master?" a short man came running.
"How are the plans coming?" the snake man hissed.
"E-everything is f-fine, ma-master… Lucius to-told me that-that phase tw-two was don-done… They're just w-waiting for your order to start phase th-three…"
"Ah, good," Voldemort hissed, "Phase three will start in four days…"
Wormtail bowled before running out to tell the rest of the Death Eaters the plans.
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Many, many miles from that point, a fifteen year old boy woke up from his nightmare. Harry Potter sat quickly up in his bed, "Voldemort…" he suddenly realized that his scar hadn't hurt as it usually did when he'd a nightmare with Voldemort, or when Voldemort was close by.
Harry brought up his hand to touch his scar, when he suddenly remembered that the reason to that the scar hadn't hurt might have been because he didn't *have* the scar right now, since he wasn't really in his body.
Harry got up from Dumbledore's bed and walked up to get a glass of water, his nerves needed to calm down a bit.
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Dumbledore woke up suddenly, his head hurt badly; it felt like it was about to explode.
Dumbledore brought his hand up to the scar that was currently occupying his forehead. He passed his fingers over it, and felt his fingers get covered in blood; he knew that Harry's scar hurt, but he'd never imagined it to be this intense.
Dumbledore looked around in the fifth year's boy dormitory, and saw Ron in his bed sleeping peacefully. He got up from the bed uneasily and stumbled over to Ron's bed, "Ron… Ron!" he whispered, he couldn't, or wanted, to talk any higher.
"Not now mommy… just five more minutes…" Ron mumbled before turning in his bed, and bringing up his thumb and stuck it in his mouth, and began to suck on it.
If Dumbledore's head wouldn't have hurt so much, he would have laughed, "Ron, please…"
Ron turned in his bed again before waking up, "Prof… I mean Harry? What is it?"
"My… scar hurts…"
Ron gasped, he could now see the blood clearly; it was dripping out from Harry's scar, "Whoaaa… We better get to Dumbledore…" he shook his head, "To tell him about your dream I mean, *Harry*."
Dumbledore nodded, he knew exactly what Ron meant; if he'd gotten the pain, Harry must have gotten a dream again, "Let's go…"
Ron nodded, "Wait!" he walked over to Harry's trunk and after a couple of seconds digging around in it, he found Harry's invisibility cloak, "We better have this thing on, I really don't want to get caught…"
Dumbledore nodded again, before Ron covered them both with the invisibility cloak.
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A couple of minutes later, both Ron and Dumbledore had reached the gargoyle that protected the Headmaster's office.
"Butterscotch…" Dumbledore mumbled under his breath. The gargoyle jumped aside to reveal the entrance.
Ron shrugged before walking in, Dumbledore following closely. Ron took of the invisibility cloak before reaching out to knock on the door.
"Come in…"
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Harry had finally found the carafe with water that he'd seen earlier, he took a glass and filled it with water. He drank the water rather quickly. Feeling slightly calmer, he walked out of Dumbledore's dorm, to pet Fawkes, who was screeching silently.
As Harry reached the big, beautiful bird, he heard a knock at the door. Rather dumbfounded, Harry called out a "Come in…" who on earth wanted to speak with him at *this* time? He looked at the cloak on the wall, half past three…? He sighed.
"Hey, Harry…"
Harry turned around, startled. But as he saw who it was he became relieved, "Ron!" he smiled, "So… he told you, eh?" he pointed to Dumbledore.
"Yeah… it's hard to believe, though…"
Harry nodded, "So? What do you want at this time anyway?" he eyed both Ron and Dumbledore until he saw Dumbledore's bloody forehead. He gasped.
"The scar hurts…" Dumbledore touched the scar easily, "That's some intense pain you've got here, Harry. Anyway, you usually have nightmares when your scar hurts, true?
Harry nodded, "I had a nightmare…"
"Ah, just as I thought… Now, would you mind sharing it with me?"
Harry shook his head, "It was about Voldemort again…"
Ron flinched at the name.
"He and Wormtail were talking about some plan, and that phase three would start in four days…"
"I see… well, Harry… To morrow, you'll have to inform the other teachers about this. Harry had a new nightmare, and so on…"
"Yes, sir…"
"Good, now, let's go Mr. Weasley before anyone noticed that we're missing… it's not that I don't think that *Dumbledore* will cover for us…" he chuckled.
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After that both Ron and Dumbledore reached their dorm again, Ron climbed into his bed again, "wake me up ant six thirty will you? We have to train your 'Harry-ness'…"
Dumbledore chuckled while nodding. Dumbledore nodded, but headed to their bathroom to wash his forehead before walking to bed. He washed his whole face and stared into the mirror, it was rather creepy, to look at yourself at the mirror, but the picture staring back at you isn't the same person as you.
Dumbledore walked out of the bathroom, climbing into his bed. He fell asleep as fast as his head touched the pillow.
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TBC
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