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Gemini Enchantress (yes my pen name changed it used to be Nienna5)
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Chapter 2 Memory Charms
Harry woke dripping in sweat. The dream had felt so real-every bit. The pain, the fear, it all seemed so real. He knew that this dream was unlike any other he had ever had. He knew because in those dreams, he saw what was happening, there and then. This he was part of, and he was sure that had never happened to him. Groggily, Harry reached over to the nightstand searching for his glasses. Sliding them on, Harry stood quietly. Ron lay still in the other bed, muttering in his sleep. Harry opened the door silently and slipped out of the room.
Even though the halls were dark, Harry could tell it was after dawn. He walked slowly down stairs, and hearing voices in the kitchen headed in that direction. Tara was sitting at the table, with Lupin, Snape, and Dumbledore sitting around her. They all looked up when Harry entered (in his pj's no less) but Tara was the only one that smiled.
"Good morning, Harry," she said smoothly drinking from a chipped mug.
"Morning." He took the seat next to her, uncomfortably aware of how the talking had suddenly stopped upon his entrance. Tara coughed a bit after taking another sip; her face grimaced in dislike.
"Finish it, Tara," Snape commanded. She threw him an angry look, and continued to drink the thick purple liquid.
"So, Harry did you sleep well?" Tara asked politely, making forced conversation. Harry had no intention of telling her about the dream in front of the others, but he found his mouth moving before he realized what he was saying.
"Not really, I had a rather disturbing dream last night." The 3 members stiffened at the mention of a dream. They knew all to well what Harry saw in his dreams.
"Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a bit worried, "was this dream like the others you had last year?" Dumbledore met his eyes.
"Yes, and no." Harry was about to go on, when he realized that he didn't know what Tara was allowed to hear. With a slight nod from Dumbledore Harry went on.
"I dreamt the Voldemort," here no one in the room winced at the mention of the name, "had killed everyone. We were at Hogwarts, and he was about to kill me when this girl came out of the shadows and through herself in front of me, and said something but I couldn't hear her, then she" He stopped looking over at Tara, who started choking on the potion, spluttering. The girl had kissed his scar, just like Tara had, but it couldn't have been here, because Harry had been having that dream all summer. Tara stood draining the rest of the potion.
"I'm going to go talk to Hermione. Good Bye Harry," she said as if she would never see him again.
"Go on Harry," prompted Dumbledore. Harry continued telling them of how it felt and what happened. They all exchanged worried glances.
"Harry go get dressed, tell Ron and Ginny the same thing. Then I want all of you to go to the drawing room." Harry opened his mouth to ask, "Don't ask questions Potter," Snape told him sternly.
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They were sitting in the drawing room, on the couch each one aware of the tension in the room. Hermione was standing apart from the others (Ginny, Ron and Harry) next to Tara who was shifting nervously. "Harry could please step out for a moment?" Dumbledore asked. Harry did so, grudgingly.
Out in the hall, Harry fumed silently. Did they think him such a big threat that they couldn't even speak in front of him? Hadn't he been the one who survived countless encounters with the dark lord? Why was he always being shut out? Harry pounded a fist against the wall in frustration. The door opened a bit and Tara stepped out. She sighed.
"Harry, I—"
"I know you were the girl in my dream, and I know that you know as well." She bowed her head.
"Harry, there are things about me that you can't know. It puts all of us in danger. I'm sorry." She pulled out her wand. "Please Harry, don't do move." She closed her eyes, and performed an odd spell. Harry felt lightheaded and dizzy. The door opened again. Tara was on the floor, in Snape's arms. What happened? The voices were murky. Oh, she fainted. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Dumbledore, tell me again how the spell works?" asked Mrs. Weasley cradling an unconscious Ginny in her arms.
"The spell was an invention of my own, a variation of the memory charm. Tara wanted to do it. She thought she aught to, since she felt responsible for connecting so closely to them. The spell is immensely complicated, but it allowed Tara to erase herself from their memories. I only hope that she performed the spell on Harry fully or it might cause trouble later on." On the couch, Hermione and Ron also lay unconscious. Hours later Harry awoke, not knowing of what had happened. He felt groggy and tired. He didn't remember Tara. To him, she existed only as a fleeting memory hovering on the verge of his mind.
