Friendship and Beyond 3/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Two Days
Harry continued to rock himself inconsolably back and forth, near catatonia, when suddenly his head snapped up and a grin spread across his face.
"He said two days." Harry murmured.
"He said two days!" Harry said scrambling off the couch and hurriedly scrubbing his eyes haphazardly. "Dumbledore will know what to do."
With that thought firmly entrenched in his mind Harry Potter made his way out of the Common Room and through the corridors toward Dumbledore's office at a breakneck speed. Since he was so preoccupied with his vision and getting to the Headmaster's office as quickly as possible, Harry didn't see the obstacle turning the corner at the exact same time as he did.
Harry was torn out of his foggy musing, for the first time since he woke up from the rather gruesome vision, when he hurdled into someone landing heavily on top of them. He assumed it was a professor because of the black robes he was currently breathing in, attempting to still his racing heart and catch his breath. Whoever it was smelled pleasantly of mint and powdered wormwood, Harry decided as he continued to smell the robe distractedly. He was brought crashing back to reality by a familiarly snarky voice from below him.
"That will be twenty points from Gryffendor for running in the hallway, twenty for knocking down a professor due to your rampant stupidity, and fifteen more for sniffing at said professors robes. Twice!" Snape whispered menacingly. "Now get off me you insolent brat."
Harry practically jumped off of the sprawled form of his Potions Professor, not because he was disgusted with the position he found himself in, but rather he remembered the reason he was running willy-nilly in the corridors in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It won't happen again." Harry apologized distractedly, before running off in the Headmaster's direction. If Harry had been paying attention he would have noticed that the customary sarcasm that he answers all of Snape's questions had been absent, and also that the professor who supposedly hated him the most was currently looking at him in concern as he rapidly turned the corner.
Just as Harry arrived at the door to Dumbledore's office, it opened to omit a rather distressed looking Headmaster. Harry almost fainted in relief, since it was only at that moment that he realized that he didn't even know the correct password to get into his office.
"Thank God. I need to talk with you, it's urgent!" Harry exclaimed grabbing Dumbledore by the arm.
"Of course, Harry. You know my door is always open." Dumbledore said while gently prying his arm out of Harry's desperate grip. After leading Harry into his office he sat down wearily at his desk and waited for Harry to speak.
"Ron and Hermione have been captured by Voldemort." Harry exclaimed holding his chair in a white-knuckled grip. "I had a vision of what will happen to them."
"What will happen?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, what I saw will take place tomorrow at the earliest." Harry answered.
"I see your scar isn't bleeding." Dumbledore commented. "Perhaps you had a particularly troubling nightmare and you are confusing it with a vision."
"You've never doubted me before. I know the difference between a nightmare and a vision, I've had enough of each to be able to tell the difference." Harry reiterated stubbornly.
"Harry my boy, look at this from my point of view. You have what you say is a vision, yet your scar hasn't bled. Your visions only come when Voldemort is feeling murderous, now you're saying you're getting a vision of what will occur in the future. You know the visions don't work in that manner. Child, you have never shown an aptitude toward Divination before. So you see I have only your say so, and I can't very well send out the order on what is most-likely a boy's nightmare." Dumbledore explained.
"You never had cause to doubt my word before today, Headmaster." Harry asked. "Why start now?"
"You have been under a great deal of stress recently. Your imagination was bound to take over sooner or later considering the number of things you have seen. Now, I suggest you go back to the Common Room and take a nap. Who knows, Ron and Hermione may be back from Hogsmeade when you wake up." Dumbledore suggested, showing Harry out of his office and closing the door behind him.
Harry simply stared at the door for a few minutes incredulously, expecting it to open again, not believing what had just happened. He stopped aimlessly blinking soon after, and strode towards the Common Room to fetch his invisibility cloak, his face a mask of sheer determination.
"Like bloody hell I'm going to take a nap when my friends are missing!"
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Two Days
Harry continued to rock himself inconsolably back and forth, near catatonia, when suddenly his head snapped up and a grin spread across his face.
"He said two days." Harry murmured.
"He said two days!" Harry said scrambling off the couch and hurriedly scrubbing his eyes haphazardly. "Dumbledore will know what to do."
With that thought firmly entrenched in his mind Harry Potter made his way out of the Common Room and through the corridors toward Dumbledore's office at a breakneck speed. Since he was so preoccupied with his vision and getting to the Headmaster's office as quickly as possible, Harry didn't see the obstacle turning the corner at the exact same time as he did.
Harry was torn out of his foggy musing, for the first time since he woke up from the rather gruesome vision, when he hurdled into someone landing heavily on top of them. He assumed it was a professor because of the black robes he was currently breathing in, attempting to still his racing heart and catch his breath. Whoever it was smelled pleasantly of mint and powdered wormwood, Harry decided as he continued to smell the robe distractedly. He was brought crashing back to reality by a familiarly snarky voice from below him.
"That will be twenty points from Gryffendor for running in the hallway, twenty for knocking down a professor due to your rampant stupidity, and fifteen more for sniffing at said professors robes. Twice!" Snape whispered menacingly. "Now get off me you insolent brat."
Harry practically jumped off of the sprawled form of his Potions Professor, not because he was disgusted with the position he found himself in, but rather he remembered the reason he was running willy-nilly in the corridors in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It won't happen again." Harry apologized distractedly, before running off in the Headmaster's direction. If Harry had been paying attention he would have noticed that the customary sarcasm that he answers all of Snape's questions had been absent, and also that the professor who supposedly hated him the most was currently looking at him in concern as he rapidly turned the corner.
Just as Harry arrived at the door to Dumbledore's office, it opened to omit a rather distressed looking Headmaster. Harry almost fainted in relief, since it was only at that moment that he realized that he didn't even know the correct password to get into his office.
"Thank God. I need to talk with you, it's urgent!" Harry exclaimed grabbing Dumbledore by the arm.
"Of course, Harry. You know my door is always open." Dumbledore said while gently prying his arm out of Harry's desperate grip. After leading Harry into his office he sat down wearily at his desk and waited for Harry to speak.
"Ron and Hermione have been captured by Voldemort." Harry exclaimed holding his chair in a white-knuckled grip. "I had a vision of what will happen to them."
"What will happen?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, what I saw will take place tomorrow at the earliest." Harry answered.
"I see your scar isn't bleeding." Dumbledore commented. "Perhaps you had a particularly troubling nightmare and you are confusing it with a vision."
"You've never doubted me before. I know the difference between a nightmare and a vision, I've had enough of each to be able to tell the difference." Harry reiterated stubbornly.
"Harry my boy, look at this from my point of view. You have what you say is a vision, yet your scar hasn't bled. Your visions only come when Voldemort is feeling murderous, now you're saying you're getting a vision of what will occur in the future. You know the visions don't work in that manner. Child, you have never shown an aptitude toward Divination before. So you see I have only your say so, and I can't very well send out the order on what is most-likely a boy's nightmare." Dumbledore explained.
"You never had cause to doubt my word before today, Headmaster." Harry asked. "Why start now?"
"You have been under a great deal of stress recently. Your imagination was bound to take over sooner or later considering the number of things you have seen. Now, I suggest you go back to the Common Room and take a nap. Who knows, Ron and Hermione may be back from Hogsmeade when you wake up." Dumbledore suggested, showing Harry out of his office and closing the door behind him.
Harry simply stared at the door for a few minutes incredulously, expecting it to open again, not believing what had just happened. He stopped aimlessly blinking soon after, and strode towards the Common Room to fetch his invisibility cloak, his face a mask of sheer determination.
"Like bloody hell I'm going to take a nap when my friends are missing!"
