Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 15
Hermione was horrified and Ron was sceptical when Harry told them about his dream.
"Harry, this is bad! You have to tell someone!" Hermione wailed.
"It was just a dream, though. I mean, every time you have a bad dream you don't go running to the teachers saying there's a conspiracy." Ron looked doubtful about the meaning of Harry's dream. Harry opened his mouth to agree with Ron, contrary to his actual feelings.
"No, Ron!" Hermione beat him, "After everything that has happened over these past four years, haven't we learned that Harry's worst bad dreams are, in fact, true? They always lead up to something. Harry, you have to tell Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione looked so distressed and now even Ron was beginning to look at Harry with a worried look.
"Stop, you guys. It was one dream, I'm not going to tell Dumbledore about it." Harry looked at them.
"Oh, I don't know. If it happens again you will tell someone, right?" Harry nodded at Hermione.
"Yep, I'll tell you guys." Hermione opened her mouth to protest that that was not what she meant, when George interrupted them.
"Harry, Ron, we're having practise today, after the Duelling Club. Be sure to be outside and ready by six o'clock." As George walked away, Ron rolled his eyes.
"Is it just me or has this "Team Captain" position really gone to his brain?" Hermione tried to bring "the dream" back up, but Harry and Ron engaged themselves in talking about Quidditch and Hermione gave up.
* * *
Harry had no more visions or dreams of the mysterious voice until the week before Halloween. He had dreamt the same thing, a voice calling his name, except this time there was a female voice screaming "run". Ron asked if it sounded like Harry's mum, like Harry hears whenever a Dementor gets close.
"No, it sounded different. She didn't sound panicked, but, I don't know, concerned maybe." Harry frowned, trying to put the desperation of the scream into words for Ron and Hermione to understand. As he began to get frustrated for not being able to put it into words the water glass in front of him began to shake and then fell over.
"Oops," Harry muttered, picking up the glass. He still hadn't quite managed to control his ability to move things without his wand. Hermione looked thoughtful. She was no longer terrified that Harry was going to drop dead in front of them, now she seemed more curious and determined to figure it out.
George interrupted their conversation.
"Harry, Ron, come on! Eat! We have to go out soon to change." Harry looked at the whole piece of toast in front of him and pushed it away.
"I'm ready." Ron nodded, looking green. Neither of them had managed to eat. Harry never ate before a Quidditch game and Ron looked too scared to eat.
"Ron, Harry, good luck and be careful!" Hermione gently hugged both of them, looking concerned.
"We will, I won't let our star Seeker and my baby brother to get hurt." George reassured her with a wink. Hermione watched as Harry and Ron left with the rest of the team to get changed for their first match of the season. They were playing against Hufflepuff. She got to the Gryffindor side of the benches and stood between Neville and Dean. Colin Creevey was just ahead of her with his camera clicking madly. Seamus was already waving his Gryffindor flag on the other side of Dean. The crowds erupted in cheers, whistles and applause when the two teams came flying out. Lee Jordan began his commentating as usual, with McGonagall keeping a close eye on him.
"The golden snitch is released and there go the Bludgers! Mme Hooch is releasing the Quaffle and the game begins!" Lee was already sitting forward, his eyes alight with excitement.
"Hartford catches the Quaffle and sends a long pass to Wilson. Wilson catches it and passes back to Hartford- but no! The Quaffle is intercepted by Johnson of Gryffindor! Fly, girl! That's it!"
"Jordan! You are not here to take sides, now commentate properly!" McGonagall barked.
"Sorry, Professor. The Quaffle is passed to Bell who takes it down the pitch. Watch the Bludger, Katie! Woo! That was a close shave. Unfortunately Bell dropped the Quaffle in that close shave and McHowen has it. He passes to Hartford who passes to Wilson who passes it back to Hartford. She shoots and it's-SAVED!"
Harry looked down from his spot above the field and saw Ron proudly clutching the Quaffle.
"A brilliant save by the third Weasley on the Gryffindor pitch. The Quaffle is released and caught by Spinnet. Spinnet takes it up the field to- Shoot Alicia! Yes! Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Harry soared around searching for the Snitch. He kept one ear on the game to make sure Gryffindor wasn't in any immediate trouble.
"Another ten points to Gryffindor! Oh! McHowen is hit by a Bludger sent by Weasley. Right on target, Fred! Sorry, Professor. Oh no! Wilson scores for Hufflepuff. The score is 20-10 to Gryffindor."
Hermione watched tensely as the Bludgers whizzed past Ron's head. She gritted her teeth and wondered where on earth Fred and George were. Hermione listened as the score climbed to 70-20 for Gryffindor. She was confident that Gryffindor would beat Hufflepuff, but she willed Harry to hurry up and catch the Snitch before she had a nervous breakdown!
Just as Hermione was thinking that, Harry spotted a glitter of gold hovering in the middle of the pitch. He didn't pause for a second, just leaned forward and shot towards it.
"Potter has seen the Snitch! He's coming up to it! There's no way Anderson can catch Potter now! Look at him go and I think-Yes! Potter has caught the Snitch and Gryffindor wins 120-20! Go Gryffindor!" Jordan bellowed into the microphone, even McGonagall managed to let out a "whoop" for her house.
The Gryffindor landed in a heap on the ground, congratulating each other. Hermione ran down to congratulate them. Colin's camera was clicking madly and Dean, Neville and Seamus were cheering at the top of their lungs.
Hermione was horrified and Ron was sceptical when Harry told them about his dream.
"Harry, this is bad! You have to tell someone!" Hermione wailed.
"It was just a dream, though. I mean, every time you have a bad dream you don't go running to the teachers saying there's a conspiracy." Ron looked doubtful about the meaning of Harry's dream. Harry opened his mouth to agree with Ron, contrary to his actual feelings.
"No, Ron!" Hermione beat him, "After everything that has happened over these past four years, haven't we learned that Harry's worst bad dreams are, in fact, true? They always lead up to something. Harry, you have to tell Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione looked so distressed and now even Ron was beginning to look at Harry with a worried look.
"Stop, you guys. It was one dream, I'm not going to tell Dumbledore about it." Harry looked at them.
"Oh, I don't know. If it happens again you will tell someone, right?" Harry nodded at Hermione.
"Yep, I'll tell you guys." Hermione opened her mouth to protest that that was not what she meant, when George interrupted them.
"Harry, Ron, we're having practise today, after the Duelling Club. Be sure to be outside and ready by six o'clock." As George walked away, Ron rolled his eyes.
"Is it just me or has this "Team Captain" position really gone to his brain?" Hermione tried to bring "the dream" back up, but Harry and Ron engaged themselves in talking about Quidditch and Hermione gave up.
* * *
Harry had no more visions or dreams of the mysterious voice until the week before Halloween. He had dreamt the same thing, a voice calling his name, except this time there was a female voice screaming "run". Ron asked if it sounded like Harry's mum, like Harry hears whenever a Dementor gets close.
"No, it sounded different. She didn't sound panicked, but, I don't know, concerned maybe." Harry frowned, trying to put the desperation of the scream into words for Ron and Hermione to understand. As he began to get frustrated for not being able to put it into words the water glass in front of him began to shake and then fell over.
"Oops," Harry muttered, picking up the glass. He still hadn't quite managed to control his ability to move things without his wand. Hermione looked thoughtful. She was no longer terrified that Harry was going to drop dead in front of them, now she seemed more curious and determined to figure it out.
George interrupted their conversation.
"Harry, Ron, come on! Eat! We have to go out soon to change." Harry looked at the whole piece of toast in front of him and pushed it away.
"I'm ready." Ron nodded, looking green. Neither of them had managed to eat. Harry never ate before a Quidditch game and Ron looked too scared to eat.
"Ron, Harry, good luck and be careful!" Hermione gently hugged both of them, looking concerned.
"We will, I won't let our star Seeker and my baby brother to get hurt." George reassured her with a wink. Hermione watched as Harry and Ron left with the rest of the team to get changed for their first match of the season. They were playing against Hufflepuff. She got to the Gryffindor side of the benches and stood between Neville and Dean. Colin Creevey was just ahead of her with his camera clicking madly. Seamus was already waving his Gryffindor flag on the other side of Dean. The crowds erupted in cheers, whistles and applause when the two teams came flying out. Lee Jordan began his commentating as usual, with McGonagall keeping a close eye on him.
"The golden snitch is released and there go the Bludgers! Mme Hooch is releasing the Quaffle and the game begins!" Lee was already sitting forward, his eyes alight with excitement.
"Hartford catches the Quaffle and sends a long pass to Wilson. Wilson catches it and passes back to Hartford- but no! The Quaffle is intercepted by Johnson of Gryffindor! Fly, girl! That's it!"
"Jordan! You are not here to take sides, now commentate properly!" McGonagall barked.
"Sorry, Professor. The Quaffle is passed to Bell who takes it down the pitch. Watch the Bludger, Katie! Woo! That was a close shave. Unfortunately Bell dropped the Quaffle in that close shave and McHowen has it. He passes to Hartford who passes to Wilson who passes it back to Hartford. She shoots and it's-SAVED!"
Harry looked down from his spot above the field and saw Ron proudly clutching the Quaffle.
"A brilliant save by the third Weasley on the Gryffindor pitch. The Quaffle is released and caught by Spinnet. Spinnet takes it up the field to- Shoot Alicia! Yes! Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Harry soared around searching for the Snitch. He kept one ear on the game to make sure Gryffindor wasn't in any immediate trouble.
"Another ten points to Gryffindor! Oh! McHowen is hit by a Bludger sent by Weasley. Right on target, Fred! Sorry, Professor. Oh no! Wilson scores for Hufflepuff. The score is 20-10 to Gryffindor."
Hermione watched tensely as the Bludgers whizzed past Ron's head. She gritted her teeth and wondered where on earth Fred and George were. Hermione listened as the score climbed to 70-20 for Gryffindor. She was confident that Gryffindor would beat Hufflepuff, but she willed Harry to hurry up and catch the Snitch before she had a nervous breakdown!
Just as Hermione was thinking that, Harry spotted a glitter of gold hovering in the middle of the pitch. He didn't pause for a second, just leaned forward and shot towards it.
"Potter has seen the Snitch! He's coming up to it! There's no way Anderson can catch Potter now! Look at him go and I think-Yes! Potter has caught the Snitch and Gryffindor wins 120-20! Go Gryffindor!" Jordan bellowed into the microphone, even McGonagall managed to let out a "whoop" for her house.
The Gryffindor landed in a heap on the ground, congratulating each other. Hermione ran down to congratulate them. Colin's camera was clicking madly and Dean, Neville and Seamus were cheering at the top of their lungs.