Nightmares and Fear
Moonlight glimmered on Dumbledore's beard as he stared into the navy sky lost in thought. Nobody but a select few at Hogwarts knew of his leaving, Harry had insisted on it, for Dumbledore's protection.
"Professor?" A voice came from behind him, but who could it be? A student, but which student knew of his coming here. He turned around. "What are you doing here?" He was stunned at who it was. "Avada Kedavara" Dumbledore never stood a chance, the green light flashed and he fell to the ground."Goodbye Professor" the voice was painfully cheery, though soft and brimming with poison.
Ginny woke up. She unraveled herself from the twisted sheets and went downstairs; she was shaking as she perched on an armchair, uncertain what to do. Harry came down; he rubbed his eyes out of sleep and saw her there, gazing into the distance, unaware of his presence.
"Ginny? Why are you up?" She jumped.
"Harry, how clear have your dreams been, the ones where something happened. And is Dumbledore here?"
"Ginny," Harry frowned slightly "What's wrong? And no, Dumbledore has left to convince the parents of Muggle-Borns to shelter here, because of what happened to 'Mionie's parents." He trailed off " How did you guess?"
"I had a dream, Dumbledore was killed, like Draco said he would, by a student." Harry was distressed; it was obvious and angry.
"He should've stayed here! I'm going to see whether we can contact him, dreams ARE serious Ginny, did you see the attacker?" He was ready to rush off and Ginny just shook her head.
"Do you want to come? Well, strictly you aren't supposed to know, but your dream. I wonder WHY?"
Again Ginny shook her head, Harry dashed off; there was a reason why she hadn't said any thing.
She had seen the attacker, and he looked a LOT like Draco.
Hermione glanced up and down the Gryfinndor table, there had to be a good reason for his absence. Right on cue he entered the room, he sat beside Ron and Hermione but didn't eat a thing, he was thinking and his face was troubled.
"Harry? What's wrong?" They leaned into to hear what he said.
"Early this morning Ginny told me she had a dream in which Dumbledore was attacked, maybe even killed." Hermione bit her lip nervously while anxiety dawned on Ron's face. " I've tried to reach him. I can't." They were silent for a few minutes then Ron spoke.
"It doesn't necessarily mean he's dead, so far only your dreams have been. Prophetic."
"But it could be true, for all we know." Hermione had already silently left, Harry knew she had departed for the library, where she would spend hours pouring over reference books, making precise notes in an efficient hand. He had seen her like that so many times. Ron watched her go. In a way, it stung, the way that she'd glanced back at Harry, Hermione was an exceptionally fair person, she'd never do that if she knew how Ron felt and that he was watching. Maybe that's why it hurt.
No one noticed that Ginny hadn't turned up for breakfast. She was waiting outside the Hospital Wing door uncertain of whether she should enter and voice her thoughts. Gathering her thoughts she did just.
Draco was propped up by cushions and he smiled to see her, a genuine smile. She felt guilty immediately for doubting him.
"Emm. Draco, " It wasn't the confident approach she'd planned. He looked at her expectantly. She regrouped her scattered thoughts. "I had a dream last night."
"Was I in it?" He immediately looked bashful.
"Kind of, well Dumbledore was in it, and then he was cursed and. the dream ended." It felt wrong to lie to him, especially as it had been his message, about him in every way. "And Harry tried to get in contact with him and he never answered."
"And that's all that happened?" He seemed to be able to tell she was lying. This panicked her when contemplating the possibility of what she'd answer if he asked her
" Well, no." She stared at her feet, her cheeks tinged pink and her ears, she knew, scarlet. At least they were under her hair though, sheltered from view by her curtain of hair. " Draco, have you left the hospital wing at all?" He answered in the negative and she continued, " In my dream, you were the one who attacked Dumbledore." The news affected Draco oddly; he gave a start, as though shocked with a jolt of electricity. Then he leaned back, on the pastille colours of the Hospital Wing's beds. Resigned, or so it seemed, he avoided her eyes. " Draco?" She asked cautiously. He stared out of the window, unwilling to meet her questioning look. She sat down beside him, still he avoided her, fearful. "Draco?" It was gentle, and he finally responded.
" You don't trust me anymore, do you." Ginny protested against this, fervently swearing that she did, but he persisted. " You don't, because you're afraid that I'll hurt you, and do what? Kidnap you and lead you to You-Know-Who as a trap for Potter." His voice now grew stronger, spite and anger apparent, he was spitting out the words, and Ginny found herself backing away, nearer the door.
"The only thing I'm afraid of is you breaking my heart." She answered softly as she closed the door behind her, tears welling in her eyes as she remembered the harsh tones. She walked quickly down the hallway, and finding a remote place in the library she cried. As she sat, her hands shielding her face, her elbows resting on the dark polished wood, she realized that what she had sworn not to do, she had; she'd fallen in love with Draco. Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, she saw Hermione and Harry, separate, staring into the fire, waiting for anything to happen. Brushing her tears away she spoke. " What happened?"
Hermione spoke, her voice on the edge of tears, worry etched in her face, "Dumbledore has definitely been murdered"
Harry just gazed on, anger radiating off.
A/N: Hah! Was that dramatic? I think it was!
Moonlight glimmered on Dumbledore's beard as he stared into the navy sky lost in thought. Nobody but a select few at Hogwarts knew of his leaving, Harry had insisted on it, for Dumbledore's protection.
"Professor?" A voice came from behind him, but who could it be? A student, but which student knew of his coming here. He turned around. "What are you doing here?" He was stunned at who it was. "Avada Kedavara" Dumbledore never stood a chance, the green light flashed and he fell to the ground."Goodbye Professor" the voice was painfully cheery, though soft and brimming with poison.
Ginny woke up. She unraveled herself from the twisted sheets and went downstairs; she was shaking as she perched on an armchair, uncertain what to do. Harry came down; he rubbed his eyes out of sleep and saw her there, gazing into the distance, unaware of his presence.
"Ginny? Why are you up?" She jumped.
"Harry, how clear have your dreams been, the ones where something happened. And is Dumbledore here?"
"Ginny," Harry frowned slightly "What's wrong? And no, Dumbledore has left to convince the parents of Muggle-Borns to shelter here, because of what happened to 'Mionie's parents." He trailed off " How did you guess?"
"I had a dream, Dumbledore was killed, like Draco said he would, by a student." Harry was distressed; it was obvious and angry.
"He should've stayed here! I'm going to see whether we can contact him, dreams ARE serious Ginny, did you see the attacker?" He was ready to rush off and Ginny just shook her head.
"Do you want to come? Well, strictly you aren't supposed to know, but your dream. I wonder WHY?"
Again Ginny shook her head, Harry dashed off; there was a reason why she hadn't said any thing.
She had seen the attacker, and he looked a LOT like Draco.
Hermione glanced up and down the Gryfinndor table, there had to be a good reason for his absence. Right on cue he entered the room, he sat beside Ron and Hermione but didn't eat a thing, he was thinking and his face was troubled.
"Harry? What's wrong?" They leaned into to hear what he said.
"Early this morning Ginny told me she had a dream in which Dumbledore was attacked, maybe even killed." Hermione bit her lip nervously while anxiety dawned on Ron's face. " I've tried to reach him. I can't." They were silent for a few minutes then Ron spoke.
"It doesn't necessarily mean he's dead, so far only your dreams have been. Prophetic."
"But it could be true, for all we know." Hermione had already silently left, Harry knew she had departed for the library, where she would spend hours pouring over reference books, making precise notes in an efficient hand. He had seen her like that so many times. Ron watched her go. In a way, it stung, the way that she'd glanced back at Harry, Hermione was an exceptionally fair person, she'd never do that if she knew how Ron felt and that he was watching. Maybe that's why it hurt.
No one noticed that Ginny hadn't turned up for breakfast. She was waiting outside the Hospital Wing door uncertain of whether she should enter and voice her thoughts. Gathering her thoughts she did just.
Draco was propped up by cushions and he smiled to see her, a genuine smile. She felt guilty immediately for doubting him.
"Emm. Draco, " It wasn't the confident approach she'd planned. He looked at her expectantly. She regrouped her scattered thoughts. "I had a dream last night."
"Was I in it?" He immediately looked bashful.
"Kind of, well Dumbledore was in it, and then he was cursed and. the dream ended." It felt wrong to lie to him, especially as it had been his message, about him in every way. "And Harry tried to get in contact with him and he never answered."
"And that's all that happened?" He seemed to be able to tell she was lying. This panicked her when contemplating the possibility of what she'd answer if he asked her
" Well, no." She stared at her feet, her cheeks tinged pink and her ears, she knew, scarlet. At least they were under her hair though, sheltered from view by her curtain of hair. " Draco, have you left the hospital wing at all?" He answered in the negative and she continued, " In my dream, you were the one who attacked Dumbledore." The news affected Draco oddly; he gave a start, as though shocked with a jolt of electricity. Then he leaned back, on the pastille colours of the Hospital Wing's beds. Resigned, or so it seemed, he avoided her eyes. " Draco?" She asked cautiously. He stared out of the window, unwilling to meet her questioning look. She sat down beside him, still he avoided her, fearful. "Draco?" It was gentle, and he finally responded.
" You don't trust me anymore, do you." Ginny protested against this, fervently swearing that she did, but he persisted. " You don't, because you're afraid that I'll hurt you, and do what? Kidnap you and lead you to You-Know-Who as a trap for Potter." His voice now grew stronger, spite and anger apparent, he was spitting out the words, and Ginny found herself backing away, nearer the door.
"The only thing I'm afraid of is you breaking my heart." She answered softly as she closed the door behind her, tears welling in her eyes as she remembered the harsh tones. She walked quickly down the hallway, and finding a remote place in the library she cried. As she sat, her hands shielding her face, her elbows resting on the dark polished wood, she realized that what she had sworn not to do, she had; she'd fallen in love with Draco. Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, she saw Hermione and Harry, separate, staring into the fire, waiting for anything to happen. Brushing her tears away she spoke. " What happened?"
Hermione spoke, her voice on the edge of tears, worry etched in her face, "Dumbledore has definitely been murdered"
Harry just gazed on, anger radiating off.
A/N: Hah! Was that dramatic? I think it was!