Flames
"Harry wake up!" Ron was shaking at Harry. Harry opened his eyes to look around to only see his sheets. He was all tangled up and couldn't really move around anywhere. He saw black splotches along his sheets and could tell they came from his scar from all of the pain his forehead had. Harry was sick of having constant headaches.
"Harry are you alright?" Came Ron's voice from the other side of his sheets.
"Yea, just another bad dream."
"I heard you shout my mom's name. Is she alright?"
"Oh yea she's fine, now at least."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked now trying to help Harry untangle himself.
"Well remember the dream I told you that I had over the summer? Well each time I have that dream it becomes more vivid and adds more details every time. I wonder if it's telling the future, of if it is just a figment of my imagination."
"Well I hope that it's not going to come true. Where does your dream keep occurring?"
"A place around many burning houses. I can't tell where it is, or when it's going to happen, all I know is that we are all together and running away from something. I think that that something is Voldemort." Harry was now fully out of his sheets. He then reached over to his nightstand and retrieved his glasses.
"Well I just hope your visions don't come true."
"Hey Ron, what time is it?" Harry wondered.
"Ten after eight why?"
"OH MAN! I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR OCCLUMENCY!" And with that Harry burst out of the door, apparently alone. He raced down the hallway down to Dumbledore's office. On the way he bumped into two first years he remembered as Lindsay and Johnny, but he quickly apologized and continued to run. He finally made his way to the two gargoyles and out of breath he managed to breathe out,
"Peppermint." And the two Gargoyles jumped aside. He then went up the spiral staircase into Dumbledore's office.
"Harry, you're late."
"I know Professor, it's just I took a nap and when I woke up—"
"No need to explain we have already wasted enough time. Alright get a hold of yourself, you need full concentration to do this."
"Dumbledore" Harry panted, "Can't Voldemort still get me even if I master this? I mean, I won't be thinking about clearing my mind all the time and—"
"You won't need to, for when you master this and in the morning free your mind, for the rest of the day and night it stays thoughtless to anyone trying to read it, or pass messages to you. Haven't you wondered why you haven't been able to read Voldemort's thoughts anymore? Well it's because he knows how to close of his mind to others, but if he should forget, I imagine that you will be able to see through his eyes again."
"Will my scar stop hurting if I can master Occlumency?" Harry wondered.
"I am afraid that that cannot be controlled by mastering Occlumency, it cannot be controlled by anything up to any wizards modern intelligence. For you are the first and only one who this has happened to so no one has experimented with any spells to make their "cursed scar" stop hurting. Well it looks as though you caught your breath, lets start." Harry nodded and then stood straight up to face Dumbledore. He then thought of something happy… putting the truth potion on Snape…something blank…. Hair…. Harry then tried to concentrate on his heart beating and the sound of his pulse. Breathe in, breathe out. His mind was now empty.
He then felt energy trying to rip at his head, but there was nothing going on how can someone try to get at it? Harry no longer needed to concentrate on his heartbeat, or the pace of his deep breaths, all he felt was emptiness. The power attacking Harry now slowly became stronger. Harry now needed to concentrate on his breathing again and his heartbeat. Breathe in, breathe out. The power of the attacker instead of weakening became stronger. The stronger it got the more Harry felt memories start to creep back into his mind. The last one he used was Snape and the Vertassium potion. That one came to the front of his mind. Harry running forward to get the potion from the ground onto his hands. BREATHE IN! BREATHE OUT! No can't let Dumbledore see that memory. BREATHE IN! Harry's head now started throbbing with pain and Harry couldn't hold the connection to a free mind anymore. He had to let go, to give up. He couldn't concentrate anymore and he legs started to wobble. Harry was feeling really weak; he felt as though his legs couldn't hold him anymore. Harry tried to breathe again but he didn't have any energy now. His legs just gave way and he collapsed on the floor.
"Harry what happened? You were able to hold me off for a long time, at least ten minutes! That's eight better than you've been doing!" He then gave Harry some chocolate and brought him over to his couch.
"I saw what you did to Snape."
"He deserved it." Said Harry now gaining strength.
"Well I'm not saying he didn't, I never knew how much he tried to Fail you."
"Not just me, anyone that's not in Slytherin." Harry couldn't believe that he was actually having this conversation with Dumbledore.
"Well I must talk to him. Let's try it again. You are improving magnificently." Said Dumbledore as he got up from the couch. Harry followed and went to the place he just collapsed. He then freed his mind and thought of nothing but breathing, and his heartbeat. It then went down to watching something black bobbing on the front of his closed eyelids. Harry then concentrated on the black figure bobbing around in front of him. He felt something trying to get at him, but all he could concentrate was the black bobbing object. Harry then followed the black bobbing object with his head and he felt as though he was being put into a trance. A soft song now went through his ears as he continued to bob his head to the object. Then out of nowhere the black object came to a stop and exploded with the explosion noise burning where the music had just been playing. A screeching noise followed that, much like the one he heard on the bus, and flames where flying everywhere. The flames kept falling…falling…falling… He then heard the crackle of a fire go through his mind and then another loud scream sounded his ears. The scream wouldn't stop and he felt as though it were going to burst out his eardrums. Harry then screamed with this screaming woman as he clutched his ears in pain.
"Harry!" The screaming stopped. "Harry?" Came Dumbledore's voice.
"What was it? What did you see?"
"Why didn't you see it too?"
"No, you blocked off your mind to me for about twenty minutes when you just came out of nowhere screaming. You keep improving the amount of time you keep me closed off."
"I keep seeing flames. All I see is flames, in my dreams, and now in my thoughts."
"Slow down, tell me what happened."
"Well before I came here I had another dream about running, and burning houses, and Voldemort. But just now, there was a black bobbing object, then a song, soft like a harp was playing it, then there was this explosion, and, and, there was a screeching sound, so high-pitched. The next thing I know is there is flames falling, and a woman was screaming."
"Harry, I think that the flames are symbolizing something in your past, or near future. I do not know what this means, but you are the only one who can figure it out. Now I think we have had enough for today, get some rest, and remember to clear your mind before doing so. Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight, sir." And with that Harry went back out past the Gargoyles and to his common room. He walked up the stairs to his four-poster feeling exhausted. Only I can figure it out… near future or distant past. It definitely doesn't symbolize anything in my past, and I hope it's not going to be anything in the future. Please don't mean anything. I can't take all of this pressure from Voldemort. I don't want to be "the one," but it looks like I have no choice. I have to get stronger. Incase this ever happens, I have to be prepared. Harry then cleared his mind and drifted off into sleep.
Author's note: Sorry for the super short chappie, but I have CCD tonight and I wanted to make sure that a chappie was posted. Next chappie I'm going to try to make as long as I can. Or I might make another short one so that one can be posted also. I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! And Sognare I love the OC don't make fun! REVIEW!