Chapter 15: der Traum

All Hollow's Eve, or better known as Halloween, was particularly everybody's favorite time of year, probably because everybody got candy and pumpkin pie. Harry had never had pumpkin pie before and he found it extraordinarily one of his favorite desserts. That and cheese cake.

All classes were canceled on Halloween, as they had a big party for the ghost at the school. Most of the students were delighted, but most of the Slytherins had their selves occupied with other matters, but before they discussed it, they left for the common room.

Nagini sat on Harry's lap as the boy pet her head and upper back. She was now his, since Uncle Tom 'proclaims' that he can't take care of her any longer, but Harry thinks differently. She was given to him as a gift, even though Harry knows that Nagini isn't owned, since she has a mind of her own, she's with him from now on. And Harry was happy to have her there.

The others in the room rambled on about how they were going to prank the Gryffindors again this year. They went about telling stories of how they tricked them previous years, but soon after…

"I just have no interest, my Nigini." Harry hissed.

"I don't blame you, Master." She hissed back with an amused tone.

"I don't particularly find prancing around, tricking other Houses amusing at ungodly hours of the night." Harry smiled.

"I'm glad, or I might not have anyone to keep me company."

"I'm glad you enjoy my company. I enjoy yours also."

"You flatter me unconditionally, my Lord."

"You're so proper, Nagini, it's almost disgusting." Harry smiled.

"I'm glad you think ssso," she stood up right, and showed off her long ivory-white fangs, "I was taught by the bessst." She hissed.

Harry smiled and looked up just as the others left and saw Draco glance back at him and waved. Harry's smile widened slightly, but it disappeared just as fast as the other boy left.

There was silence for a while before Harry spoke up, "Nagini," he started, "I've been meaning to ask someone about this dream that I have about a week ago, and this is the second time that I've had it."

He could tell that she suddenly became interested, "I think that's it's, as strange as this sounds, someone else's memory given to me. I'm running from someone…or something…I'm not sure, and I go down different hallways and several different types of stairwells before I come upon this large, solid metal door." Harry shrugged.

"But the strangest part is when I…or more like me in a woman's body, says something to me," Harry's eyes contorted in to a thoughtful look, "Should I be concerned?"

"I'm a snake, My Young Lord. I don't dream," stated Nagini, "So, I'm sorry to say that I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh…I understand then. Sorry."

"Is that all, Master, for I'm dreadfully tired?"

"It is late, isn't it?" Harry nodded, "I'm off to bed, myself." She slithered off his lap and into Harry's single dormitory room with him.

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"How often have you had these dreams, Mr. Potter?" the Headmaster asked.

"Um…twice a month?" Harry shrugged, "But it's only November."

"Indeed, and only one more month before the Christmas holidays," the old man smiled.

Harry nodded as he remembered what was to come.

Dumbledore changed the subject, "That was an outstanding play against the Ravenclaws, Mr. Potter."

"Thank you, sir."

"How do you think you'll play against Gryffindor next month?" asked Dumbledore, raising and eyebrow, "They have an exceptionally good team, I hear."

"We'll beat them."

"No doubt, I daresay?"

"No doubt…at all."

"I'll be looking forward to watching, Mr. Potter. If that is all for today?" Harry nodded, "Then, I'll wish you a good day."

"Good day, then." And Harry left.

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A month later, Harry woke up to a very hyper Draco Malfoy, "Wake up!"

Harry rolled over and he heard a moan from their dorm mate across the room. Draco pulled open the curtains around his bed and pulled the warm sheets away from Harry's tight grip…. Today just wasn't one of those days… In fact, the whole week had been really crappy…

"C'mon, Harry. Wake up!" Draco called out, "Quidditch against the Gryffindors is today. Did you forget?"

Harry moaned and tried to bury his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the bed would swallow him. Draco was rarely hyper like this, and frankly, Harry honestly liked the old Draco much better. A quiet, solemn eleven-year-old who had a bad mouth when he wanted one, and was great to talk to. How did this blonde end up as Harry's best friend?

"Alright, FINE, I'm up." Harry heaved himself into a sitting position, "Twit…" he breathed.

They went down to breakfast after getting dressed. Draco was nearly dragging Harry by the arm, he still wasn't awake.

All of the Slytherins cheered as they entered the Great Hall. The upcoming Quidditch game was getting the best of everyone. Harry turned bright red as he walked up to the table.

"Ready for the big game today?" Higgs asked.

"Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." Harry shrugged, "We'll beat them."

"That's the spirit," cried Flint, "Especially coming from the Great Heir."

"I thought I told you not to call me that out of the dorms," said Harry and Flint shrugged.

"What's the big deal? I don't see anyone, other than us, who cares."

Harry sighed, "Forget it."

"You're too uptight, my Lord. You need to loosen up." The pug-faced girl said.

"Shove it, Parkinson!" Draco yelled as Harry sat back and stared at his food, not really all that hungry. He heard her yell 'where?' back but he and Draco ignored her while the rest of the table roared with laughter.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked.

The raven-haired boy shook his head, "Nothing, just a little tired." Draco nodded slowly.

"Please, eat." Harry looked up to see gray eyes looking down at him sincerely. This was also one of those rare times. It was unusual in a Malfoy. Harry smiled and that brought a small smirk to Draco's lips.

After a defeated sigh, Harry picked up his fork.

End of Chapter 15