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8. Nightmare Frights
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Cassandra were starting to feel the pressure as the summer months started to fade away, fall finally in full swing. Not only did Ron, Harry, and Cassandra have Quidditch practice three times a week, but their professors saw fit to give them enormous amounts of homework every night. Hermione sometimes even let Harry and Ron copy off her homework even though she looked down upon it in the past.
And to make matters worse, Harry was suffering from lack of sleep and he suffered greatly for it in his classes. Harry would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, his scar hurting slightly but not as much as it had been when he dreamt about Voldemort and his never ending quest for the Black Diamond when Harry was at Grimmauld Place.
"You look terrible," Hermione said in a sympathetic voice when Harry made his way down to the common room one Saturday morning. "Did you not get enough sleep?"
Harry knew he couldn't tell Hermione about his latest dream. Harry frowned inwardly as he thought of her reaction. 'You dreamt about that diamond again, Harry? Oh you should go tell Professor Dumbledore immediately. It could be important!'
"Yea.I didn't get enough sleep. I kept thinking about the Transfiguration exam we're going to have on Monday," Harry explained trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm not that worried about it. Turning needles into chairs seems a bit hard, but its really simple believe me," Hermione said trying to convince Harry that he would pass with full marks.
"Harry come here! McGonagall put up the Hogsmeade visits!" Ron yelled over from the post board. "The first one is a week before Halloween!"
"We have to wait that long?" Harry moaned. The sooner they could get out and not have to worry about homework and nightmares the better. Harry hated to think it, but if he didn't get out of Hogwarts and away from the mountains of homework he would go stark raving mad.
"We could always go a bit early," Ron said with a mischievous wink. Harry smiled knowing exactly what Ron meant. With Harry's enchanted map of Hogwarts, handed down to him from Fred and George Weasly, and his father's invisibility cloak, they could leave the castle and head down to Hogsmeade any time they pleased.
"Absolutely not Ron!" Hermione gasped as she hurried up to them. "You are a Hogwart's prefect and breaking the rules and setting a bad example for the younger students isn't smart. You could get your badge taken away!"
"They won't take my badge away if they don't find out!" Ron pointed out lowering his voice as more students stumbled down the stairs and into the common room, trying to rub the sleep from their eyes.
"I forbid you to do it! If you go, I-I'll tell Professor McGonagall," Hermione stammered out turning her face away quickly, not wanting to look into Ron's bamboozled face.
"Fine. I guess we'll just rot away in this school doing nothing but work. . ." Ron was about to continue his ranting when someone stumbled down the stairs and fell in a heap at the ground.
Everyone in the common room stopped to watch as an extremely sleepy figure rose from her position at the base of the girls' dormitory steps. Still dressed in a small tank top and blue pajama bottoms with designs of broomsticks zooming around, Cassandra White got to her feet and tossed her hair out of her eyes. And Harry wished her hair had stayed in front of them because not only were her eyes red and puffy, but there were enormous black rings underneath her eyes.
"Harry, I retract my statement. Next to Cassandra you look like Mary Sunshine," Hermione whispered and he had to stifle a snicker.
"What happen to you?" Ron asked Cassandra as she sat down at one of the tables, putting her head in her hands.
"Detention. Snape. If you value your life you will not ask questions," Cassandra muttered blandly.
"We were never like that after detentions with Snape," Harry muttered to Ron and Hermione.
"But Snape doesn't hate us as much as he hates Cassie," Ron pointed out as a few light snores were heard in Cassie's direction. He probably worked her within an inch from death if she's that tired." Harry nodded knowing that Cassandra's energy level rivaled Fred and George's.
"We still have that potion homework to finish. I suggest we get started," Hermione said taking their mind off the passed out student.
*~*~*
Harry found himself in an old parlor room that he had seen in a dream two years ago. A large fire roared in an ancient, musty fire place. Seeing as it was the only source of light, long eerie shadows were thrown against the walls, creating a bone chilling atmosphere. He saw an old armchair set up in front of the fire, about fifteen equally old and musty armchairs, were placed side by side the large armchair, almost creating a horseshoe.
It took Harry a moment to realize that about seven of these chairs were filled up, eight were empty, and the dust had settled over them, as if protecting the chairs until their owners would return. Harry saw Bellatrix Lestrange, the horrible creature, sitting on the right side of the blood red armchair, a nervous look on her face. 'If this isn't a dream,' Harry thought to himself as he walked toward Lestrange, 'I'll kill her. I'll strangle her to death.' Harry was just about to do this when a small, high pitched chuckle came from the old armchair. Harry looked at the back of it and felt his scar burning horribly. He put his hand to his head and pressed against his cursed scar trying to squeeze the pain out of it.
"Well then, after Wormtail's pitiful attempts to find the Black Diamond I have decided to appoint the proposition to all of my faithful servants," Lord Voldemort explained his cold, chilling voice turning the blood in Harry's veins to ice.
"What is this proposition, My Lord?" Lestrange asked trying her best to put a brave face forward but it failed.
"The Black Diamond is an important item that I must have in order for us to get Dumbledore and his meddlesome fools out of the way. Wormtail has been trying to find the Diamond all summer but of course, being the pathetic, worthless being that he is, he failed miserably."
"F-forgive . . .me, my Master. I-I-I never m-meant to f-f-fail you. My loyalties for you My Lord, never d-d-diminished," Wormtail stammered horribly. Harry saw the murderous traitor who had sold his parents out to Voldemort sitting on Voldemort's left hand side. He seemed to have been losing what remained of his hair and his face had an extremely pallid color.
"I've had quite enough of your groveling Wormtail. Crucio," Voldemort said in a careless voice. Harry watched thunderstruck as Wormtail fell to his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs as his body went rigid from the pain. Voldemort chuckled slightly and the rest of the Death Eaters followed as Wormtail withered in pain. The spell was lifted and Wormtail whimpered and moaned in pain as he rolled around in pain. Voldemort stood up and kicked his 'faithful servant' in the stomach. "Get up filth."
"Y-y-yes master. O-of c-c-course master," Wormtail sobbed as he sat back up in his chair. Voldemort sneered and shook his head.
"As I was saying, the Black Diamond is crucial for putting a stop to Dumbledore and his antics. If we do not find it soon, the Mudblood loving fool will soon find out we are seeking it. The Diamond must be found immediately. When one of my faithful Death Eaters brings it back to me they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. Lestrange and I'm sure Malfoy if he was here with us, I have a feeling that you know about the Black Diamond?" Voldemort explained turning his attention towards the tall, stringy black haired Death Eater.
"Yes Master."
"And after your horrible attempts to retrieve me my prophecy a month ago I expect that you will find me this Black Diamond before all the others?" Lord Voldemort asked his lips curling back into a sneer.
"But, Master. It is impossible," Lestrange said bravely. Harry shook his head. Wrong answer.
"Crucio," Voldemort said without warning, pointing his wand towards Lestrange. As in the same manner of Wormtail, Lestrange fell to the ground withering in pain. Once the curse subsided, Voldemort got up and looked down at Lestrange, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "You have been faithful to me Bellatrix and yet, you tell me it is impossible that the Black Diamond cannot be recovered? That is the same response Wormtail gave to me not too long ago and look what I did to him. I'm surprised that you haven't learned by now that nothing is impossible when you are under the command of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful sorcerer in the world."
"Yes Master," Bellatrix managed to gasp out.
"And now, we'll discuss where and when our next attack on the Mudbloods will be," Voldemort said dismissing the Black Diamond issue as if it weren't important. Voldemort turned around and faced Harry, and smiled. "Ah, Nagini you're back." And that's when Harry's head felt like it was going to blow up. The pain unbearable he let out an ear splitting yell and shook his head violently trying to shake the pain away.
"Harry!" Voldemort hissed out as he advanced towards him, Harry cowering in fear. Voldemort had seen him in his father's house and now he was going to be killed for spying.
"No," Harry said his voice panicked as he backed away from Voldemort.
"Harry, stop!"
"No!"
"HARRY POTTER LISTEN TO ME!" he bellowed. "WAKE UP!"
"What?" Harry questioned looking confused. Harry was awake, how could he wake up?
"Avada Kadavra," Voldemort hissed as he pulled back his wand.
"NOOOOO!" Harry screamed before something rather solid smacked him in the face.
Harry's eye's shot open and he found himself laying back in his four poster bed in the Gryffindor dormitory that he shared with his fellow sixth year chums.
"Harry!" someone shouted over him and Harry's eyes focused on red hair and a stark white face that made the freckles jump out like huge spots. Ron Wealsy was directly above Harry, both hands on Harry's shoulders gripping them tightly. Harry looked around the room and saw that Dean, Seamus and Neville were all staring at him, their faces almost as white as Ron's.
"What happened?" Harry asked groggily. He was dripping with sweat and he was clutching his scar with his right hand, his left hand protecting his face from his attacker.
"You had another dream again Harry. You were screaming about," Ron began but then he lowered his voice, "the Black Diamond." Harry shrugged Ron's hands off his shoulders and sat up in bed. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't woken up the whole ruddy Tower."
Sure enough, Hermione burst through the door in her pink bathrobe, and a pair of fluffy slippers, Ginny and Cassandra following right behind her.
"What's going on in here? Everyone's looking out their doors to see what's causing the entire ruckus. It took me a while to convince everybody that someone let off one of Fred and George's Fake Howlers before they finally went back to bed," Hermione said rather breathlessly as she walked up to Harry's bed.
"I think we should go into the common room," Harry muttered before he got out of his bed, putting his robe over his pajamas. After convincing Harry's roommates that everything was alright, the five of them headed downstairs and sat in a small group around the diminishing Gryffindor common room fire.
"What happened?" Hermione asked once they were all seated on the plush rug all staring at Harry rather intently.
Harry quickly relayed everything that had happened in his dream, describing how Voldemort tortured two of his most faithful Death Eaters. "And to make matters worse, he's having all the Death Eaters going off after this Black Diamond," Harry finished as he rubbed his scar, the pain diminishing.
"You really need to tell Dumbledore, Harry. Straightaway in fact. You should do that first thing in the morning," Hermione exclaimed looking shocked that Harry hadn't thought of it sooner.
"It's not important Hermione. I can decide when its good enough to tell Professor Dumbledore about things. Besides, I don't even know if these dreams are true," Harry countered.
"Please Harry; stop trying to be so damn noble. You had those dreams last year, about the snake attacking Ron's dad and him sending you the dream of Sirius in the Department of Mysteries last term. This is getting really serious. I think you should still tell Dumbledore and I think you should start your Occlumency lessons with Snape again," Hermione argued.
"Over my dead body will I let that . . . that sorry excuse for a professor teach me Occlumency lessons again, not after what he did to Sirius," Harry said his voice dangerously low.
"You know what, fine. I'm staying out of it Harry. But if that Blue Diamond or whatever it is gets into the wrong hands, you'll have to live with the fact that you could have stopped it." Hermione said before she looked over at Cassandra and gave her a concerned look. "What's wrong Cassandra?"
If Cassandra could have been even paler she could have been mistaken for a ghost. Her face was a deadly white and her eyes were wide with shock. It was only when Hermione reached over and shook her violently, almost sending her over onto Ron, did she seem to break out of her stupor.
"Alright there Cassandra?" Hermione asked. Cassandra nodded her head slightly and blinked viciously before the color came back to her face. "Cassandra? What's wrong?"
"What? Oh it's nothing. I'm just extremely tired. Haven't slept in nearly two days and I'm just extremely fried. I think I'll go to bed. Yeah . . . yeah that's good. I'll go to bed." Cassandra said as she got to her feet and walked towards the girls' dormitories.
"Wow. She looks beat," Ron whistled before they all decided that the discussion, which had gone on for nearly an hour, and had ended at around five o' clock, was over. As everyone bade each other goodnight Harry thought back to Cassandra's shocked look during the recollection of his dream. For some reason, Harry thought that lack of sleep wasn't the only reason why Cassandra was extremely tired.
And seriously . . . all of you should check out United Enemies by Snivellus because it's ruddy brilliant and there's just so much suspense in it! Plus it's just absolutely awesome the way she portrays the characters and such. An interesting read for everybody! Four stars for the whole family!
Oh yea.I almost forgot. Update! Hee hee. (Can you believe I'm on chapter eight? Lordy this is the fastest I've ever written!)
8. Nightmare Frights
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Cassandra were starting to feel the pressure as the summer months started to fade away, fall finally in full swing. Not only did Ron, Harry, and Cassandra have Quidditch practice three times a week, but their professors saw fit to give them enormous amounts of homework every night. Hermione sometimes even let Harry and Ron copy off her homework even though she looked down upon it in the past.
And to make matters worse, Harry was suffering from lack of sleep and he suffered greatly for it in his classes. Harry would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, his scar hurting slightly but not as much as it had been when he dreamt about Voldemort and his never ending quest for the Black Diamond when Harry was at Grimmauld Place.
"You look terrible," Hermione said in a sympathetic voice when Harry made his way down to the common room one Saturday morning. "Did you not get enough sleep?"
Harry knew he couldn't tell Hermione about his latest dream. Harry frowned inwardly as he thought of her reaction. 'You dreamt about that diamond again, Harry? Oh you should go tell Professor Dumbledore immediately. It could be important!'
"Yea.I didn't get enough sleep. I kept thinking about the Transfiguration exam we're going to have on Monday," Harry explained trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm not that worried about it. Turning needles into chairs seems a bit hard, but its really simple believe me," Hermione said trying to convince Harry that he would pass with full marks.
"Harry come here! McGonagall put up the Hogsmeade visits!" Ron yelled over from the post board. "The first one is a week before Halloween!"
"We have to wait that long?" Harry moaned. The sooner they could get out and not have to worry about homework and nightmares the better. Harry hated to think it, but if he didn't get out of Hogwarts and away from the mountains of homework he would go stark raving mad.
"We could always go a bit early," Ron said with a mischievous wink. Harry smiled knowing exactly what Ron meant. With Harry's enchanted map of Hogwarts, handed down to him from Fred and George Weasly, and his father's invisibility cloak, they could leave the castle and head down to Hogsmeade any time they pleased.
"Absolutely not Ron!" Hermione gasped as she hurried up to them. "You are a Hogwart's prefect and breaking the rules and setting a bad example for the younger students isn't smart. You could get your badge taken away!"
"They won't take my badge away if they don't find out!" Ron pointed out lowering his voice as more students stumbled down the stairs and into the common room, trying to rub the sleep from their eyes.
"I forbid you to do it! If you go, I-I'll tell Professor McGonagall," Hermione stammered out turning her face away quickly, not wanting to look into Ron's bamboozled face.
"Fine. I guess we'll just rot away in this school doing nothing but work. . ." Ron was about to continue his ranting when someone stumbled down the stairs and fell in a heap at the ground.
Everyone in the common room stopped to watch as an extremely sleepy figure rose from her position at the base of the girls' dormitory steps. Still dressed in a small tank top and blue pajama bottoms with designs of broomsticks zooming around, Cassandra White got to her feet and tossed her hair out of her eyes. And Harry wished her hair had stayed in front of them because not only were her eyes red and puffy, but there were enormous black rings underneath her eyes.
"Harry, I retract my statement. Next to Cassandra you look like Mary Sunshine," Hermione whispered and he had to stifle a snicker.
"What happen to you?" Ron asked Cassandra as she sat down at one of the tables, putting her head in her hands.
"Detention. Snape. If you value your life you will not ask questions," Cassandra muttered blandly.
"We were never like that after detentions with Snape," Harry muttered to Ron and Hermione.
"But Snape doesn't hate us as much as he hates Cassie," Ron pointed out as a few light snores were heard in Cassie's direction. He probably worked her within an inch from death if she's that tired." Harry nodded knowing that Cassandra's energy level rivaled Fred and George's.
"We still have that potion homework to finish. I suggest we get started," Hermione said taking their mind off the passed out student.
*~*~*
Harry found himself in an old parlor room that he had seen in a dream two years ago. A large fire roared in an ancient, musty fire place. Seeing as it was the only source of light, long eerie shadows were thrown against the walls, creating a bone chilling atmosphere. He saw an old armchair set up in front of the fire, about fifteen equally old and musty armchairs, were placed side by side the large armchair, almost creating a horseshoe.
It took Harry a moment to realize that about seven of these chairs were filled up, eight were empty, and the dust had settled over them, as if protecting the chairs until their owners would return. Harry saw Bellatrix Lestrange, the horrible creature, sitting on the right side of the blood red armchair, a nervous look on her face. 'If this isn't a dream,' Harry thought to himself as he walked toward Lestrange, 'I'll kill her. I'll strangle her to death.' Harry was just about to do this when a small, high pitched chuckle came from the old armchair. Harry looked at the back of it and felt his scar burning horribly. He put his hand to his head and pressed against his cursed scar trying to squeeze the pain out of it.
"Well then, after Wormtail's pitiful attempts to find the Black Diamond I have decided to appoint the proposition to all of my faithful servants," Lord Voldemort explained his cold, chilling voice turning the blood in Harry's veins to ice.
"What is this proposition, My Lord?" Lestrange asked trying her best to put a brave face forward but it failed.
"The Black Diamond is an important item that I must have in order for us to get Dumbledore and his meddlesome fools out of the way. Wormtail has been trying to find the Diamond all summer but of course, being the pathetic, worthless being that he is, he failed miserably."
"F-forgive . . .me, my Master. I-I-I never m-meant to f-f-fail you. My loyalties for you My Lord, never d-d-diminished," Wormtail stammered horribly. Harry saw the murderous traitor who had sold his parents out to Voldemort sitting on Voldemort's left hand side. He seemed to have been losing what remained of his hair and his face had an extremely pallid color.
"I've had quite enough of your groveling Wormtail. Crucio," Voldemort said in a careless voice. Harry watched thunderstruck as Wormtail fell to his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs as his body went rigid from the pain. Voldemort chuckled slightly and the rest of the Death Eaters followed as Wormtail withered in pain. The spell was lifted and Wormtail whimpered and moaned in pain as he rolled around in pain. Voldemort stood up and kicked his 'faithful servant' in the stomach. "Get up filth."
"Y-y-yes master. O-of c-c-course master," Wormtail sobbed as he sat back up in his chair. Voldemort sneered and shook his head.
"As I was saying, the Black Diamond is crucial for putting a stop to Dumbledore and his antics. If we do not find it soon, the Mudblood loving fool will soon find out we are seeking it. The Diamond must be found immediately. When one of my faithful Death Eaters brings it back to me they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. Lestrange and I'm sure Malfoy if he was here with us, I have a feeling that you know about the Black Diamond?" Voldemort explained turning his attention towards the tall, stringy black haired Death Eater.
"Yes Master."
"And after your horrible attempts to retrieve me my prophecy a month ago I expect that you will find me this Black Diamond before all the others?" Lord Voldemort asked his lips curling back into a sneer.
"But, Master. It is impossible," Lestrange said bravely. Harry shook his head. Wrong answer.
"Crucio," Voldemort said without warning, pointing his wand towards Lestrange. As in the same manner of Wormtail, Lestrange fell to the ground withering in pain. Once the curse subsided, Voldemort got up and looked down at Lestrange, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "You have been faithful to me Bellatrix and yet, you tell me it is impossible that the Black Diamond cannot be recovered? That is the same response Wormtail gave to me not too long ago and look what I did to him. I'm surprised that you haven't learned by now that nothing is impossible when you are under the command of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful sorcerer in the world."
"Yes Master," Bellatrix managed to gasp out.
"And now, we'll discuss where and when our next attack on the Mudbloods will be," Voldemort said dismissing the Black Diamond issue as if it weren't important. Voldemort turned around and faced Harry, and smiled. "Ah, Nagini you're back." And that's when Harry's head felt like it was going to blow up. The pain unbearable he let out an ear splitting yell and shook his head violently trying to shake the pain away.
"Harry!" Voldemort hissed out as he advanced towards him, Harry cowering in fear. Voldemort had seen him in his father's house and now he was going to be killed for spying.
"No," Harry said his voice panicked as he backed away from Voldemort.
"Harry, stop!"
"No!"
"HARRY POTTER LISTEN TO ME!" he bellowed. "WAKE UP!"
"What?" Harry questioned looking confused. Harry was awake, how could he wake up?
"Avada Kadavra," Voldemort hissed as he pulled back his wand.
"NOOOOO!" Harry screamed before something rather solid smacked him in the face.
Harry's eye's shot open and he found himself laying back in his four poster bed in the Gryffindor dormitory that he shared with his fellow sixth year chums.
"Harry!" someone shouted over him and Harry's eyes focused on red hair and a stark white face that made the freckles jump out like huge spots. Ron Wealsy was directly above Harry, both hands on Harry's shoulders gripping them tightly. Harry looked around the room and saw that Dean, Seamus and Neville were all staring at him, their faces almost as white as Ron's.
"What happened?" Harry asked groggily. He was dripping with sweat and he was clutching his scar with his right hand, his left hand protecting his face from his attacker.
"You had another dream again Harry. You were screaming about," Ron began but then he lowered his voice, "the Black Diamond." Harry shrugged Ron's hands off his shoulders and sat up in bed. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't woken up the whole ruddy Tower."
Sure enough, Hermione burst through the door in her pink bathrobe, and a pair of fluffy slippers, Ginny and Cassandra following right behind her.
"What's going on in here? Everyone's looking out their doors to see what's causing the entire ruckus. It took me a while to convince everybody that someone let off one of Fred and George's Fake Howlers before they finally went back to bed," Hermione said rather breathlessly as she walked up to Harry's bed.
"I think we should go into the common room," Harry muttered before he got out of his bed, putting his robe over his pajamas. After convincing Harry's roommates that everything was alright, the five of them headed downstairs and sat in a small group around the diminishing Gryffindor common room fire.
"What happened?" Hermione asked once they were all seated on the plush rug all staring at Harry rather intently.
Harry quickly relayed everything that had happened in his dream, describing how Voldemort tortured two of his most faithful Death Eaters. "And to make matters worse, he's having all the Death Eaters going off after this Black Diamond," Harry finished as he rubbed his scar, the pain diminishing.
"You really need to tell Dumbledore, Harry. Straightaway in fact. You should do that first thing in the morning," Hermione exclaimed looking shocked that Harry hadn't thought of it sooner.
"It's not important Hermione. I can decide when its good enough to tell Professor Dumbledore about things. Besides, I don't even know if these dreams are true," Harry countered.
"Please Harry; stop trying to be so damn noble. You had those dreams last year, about the snake attacking Ron's dad and him sending you the dream of Sirius in the Department of Mysteries last term. This is getting really serious. I think you should still tell Dumbledore and I think you should start your Occlumency lessons with Snape again," Hermione argued.
"Over my dead body will I let that . . . that sorry excuse for a professor teach me Occlumency lessons again, not after what he did to Sirius," Harry said his voice dangerously low.
"You know what, fine. I'm staying out of it Harry. But if that Blue Diamond or whatever it is gets into the wrong hands, you'll have to live with the fact that you could have stopped it." Hermione said before she looked over at Cassandra and gave her a concerned look. "What's wrong Cassandra?"
If Cassandra could have been even paler she could have been mistaken for a ghost. Her face was a deadly white and her eyes were wide with shock. It was only when Hermione reached over and shook her violently, almost sending her over onto Ron, did she seem to break out of her stupor.
"Alright there Cassandra?" Hermione asked. Cassandra nodded her head slightly and blinked viciously before the color came back to her face. "Cassandra? What's wrong?"
"What? Oh it's nothing. I'm just extremely tired. Haven't slept in nearly two days and I'm just extremely fried. I think I'll go to bed. Yeah . . . yeah that's good. I'll go to bed." Cassandra said as she got to her feet and walked towards the girls' dormitories.
"Wow. She looks beat," Ron whistled before they all decided that the discussion, which had gone on for nearly an hour, and had ended at around five o' clock, was over. As everyone bade each other goodnight Harry thought back to Cassandra's shocked look during the recollection of his dream. For some reason, Harry thought that lack of sleep wasn't the only reason why Cassandra was extremely tired.