(A/N: Thanks soo much for everyone who reviewed! You rock my socks off!
Anyway, so this chapter is really long and I might re do it later so just
so you know. Enjoy!)
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER THIRTY: THE DREAM
The pain was unbearable. The familiar scorching hot sensation on Harry's head woke him up with a start. He realized that he was sweating and breathing heavily as he recalled the awful nightmare he had just had. Something had happened, something had changed and Voldemort felt an intense emotion about it. What? Harry didn't know.
"YOU'RE LYING!" A familiar voice that did not belong to Voldemort roared
"N-No I'm afraid I'm not sir. That was the news I heard from Hogwarts and I came straight to you." The house elf said nervously.
The dream showed a man with long silver hair pacing the room, occasionally throwing an object or two in his fury. Harry knew in an instant, who it was, no thinking was involved. Lucius Malfoy.
"AGHH!" He screamed, turning over a desk, objects that once rested on it flying across the room and shattering.
"Malfoy, please. Calm yourself. It is disappointing, I understand. Most unfortunate but we will be able to clear this all up quite easily. You mustn't loose yourself." A high voice said.
The voice alone could scare you, without knowing to whom it belonged. A bitter cold, high, and raspy voice, Harry knew as Voldemort's.
"Now, little creature" Voldemort said turning to the house elf "how is it that an unimportant speck of dirt like you came across that information?"
"I-uh-m-m-my master told me to report it sir." The house elf said nervously.
"Who is your master?"
"Mr. Parkinson sir. He heard it from Miss Pansy but then, after taking a trip to Hogwarts, confirmed It." the house elf cried
"What do you mean he confirmed it?" Voldemort snapped making the house elf tremble.
"He-he-went to a Quidditch match, for entertainment sir, but when young Mr. Malfoy got injured, Miss Granger ran out onto the field. She had shouted his name, and was crying and everything." The tiny creature finished its story.
Voldemort began to laugh. A bloodcurdling, high shrieked laugh, which made both the house elf and Lucius Malfoy fear.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh! And they say that witch is supposed to be smart! Ha-Ha-Ha! Silly girl!" Voldemort finished laughing and his tone became serious again, "But no matter, this will soon be cleared up. You may go" He waved to the house elf that didn't need a telling to, to exit.
"What shall we do?" Lucius asked curiously, delight gleaming in his eyes, turning to Voldemort.
"You know perfectly well what we're going to do." He hissed making Lucius cower in a corner. "We will kill the boy. And the stupid Mudblood too."
"But my Lord, forgive me for being so bold, don't we need Draco? Was he not supposed to be included in your plan for the attack?"
"I'm well aware of the consequences Lucius. Yes, he was supposed to be included in the plan to attack Hogwarts but we will have to make a sacrifice." Voldemort said with amusement as if it was all some big joke.
"And the mudblood?"
"We can use her as bait to attract Potter and kill her later. I want her dead do you hear me?" Voldemort snapped
"Yes my Lord, I understand perfectly" Lucius said with a bow.
"Good" Voldemort leaned back into the chair surveying the room and thinking.
"Call the death eaters together so I may explain our plans for the attack."
"What are they?" Lucius asked eagerly
"HOW DARE YOU?! I AM YOUR MASTER NOT YOUR EQUAL MALFOY! AND YOU'LL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!" Voldemort roared making Lucius fall to his knees and kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes.
But the dream had ended. Harry shuddered at the recollection. He knew he had to tell Dumbledore immediately; this was what Dumbledore had suspected all along!
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" He shouted as he shook his best friend awake.
"Harry? What?!" Ron mumbled, not fully awake, still rubbing the sleep out of his droopy eyelids.
"I had another dream. Voldemort-Lucius-they're going to kill Hermione! Will you come with me to speak to Dumbledore?"
"hmm.okay.in the morning" Ron yawned, not comprehending the seriousness of what Harry had just said "just let me go back to sleep for a while" Ron turned over and lay back down.
"No Ron! We have to go NOW!" Harry said desperately. But it was too late; Ron was snoring quietly. Harry let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll go by myself" he said to no one in particular
Harry searched his trunk until his hands felt the familiar, cool and silky material of his invisibility cloak. Slipping into his slippers and throwing the cloak over himself he tiptoed out of dormitory.
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Harry's heart was beating madly in his chest. He had to tell Dumbledore! Caught up in his thoughts, Harry failed to recognize a certain pair of amber eyes watching him. After following for a while the eyes disappeared, leaving Harry who hadn't noticed muttering softly to himself under his breath when Filch arrived, ripping off the cloak to the surprise of Harry.
"Out 'takin a midnight stroll are we?" Filch said in his coarse voice
"I uh yea... I have to see Dumbledore!!" Harry pleaded, looking behind Filch to see Mrs. Norris.
"That's what they all say." Filch growled nastily
"Well its true! Its an emergency!"
"You little brat. Don't lie to me!" Filch hissed at Harry "Lets just go see Dumbledore and see what he makes out of this!"
Filch grabbed the back of Harry's shirt even though Harry was taller than Filch. It was quite a site for anyone who happened to be nearby. Mrs. Norris walked feebly making up the rear. And like that, they marched all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Grr..what's the password?!" Filch said irritated. "Um.Albus? Hogwarts? Candy? Ah!" Filch cried in exasperation
"Try Sherbert Lemon," a voice said. Harry and Filch turned around to see the old Headmaster standing in his bathrobe looking at them with an amusing smile on his lips.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry cried. Dumbledore put his hand up to silence Harry.
"What seems to be the problem here Mr. Filch?" Dumbledore replied with a calm voice
"Well this boy here was sneaking off from his dormitory wearing one of those invisible dress things. Its after hours and he claimed that he needed to speak to you. Of course I didn't believe him so we marched right here to see what you had to say." Filch finished with a loud breath.
"Hmm." Dumbledore said, placing a finger on his chin. "Thank you Mr. Filch for accompanying Mr. Potter here but I shall take it from here. You may leave."
Filch, apparently satisfied, walked on with Mrs. Norris at his heels. Only when they had completely turned the corner did Dumbledore acknowledge Harry.
"Now, what seems to be the matter Harry?" Dumbledore asked urgently, eyes wide.
"I--" Harry paused here to look around "I had another dream" he whispered.
"I want you to tell me all about it. But lets move into my office." Dumbledore said.
Harry loved Dumbledore's office, there was always something new to look at but this time, Harry didn't pay much attention to the new shiny object on Dumbledore's bookcase. He sat down in the armchair provided and waited until Dumbledore sat at his desk before beginning.
"I saw Lucius Malfoy. He was angry about the news that the house elf brought. The house elf told them both about the Quidditch match with Hermione. Voldemort laughed and said that it didn't matter; that it would all be cleared up soon by killing Draco and Hermione. They're going to use Hermione as bait to lure me to them. Lucius asked if that would ruin their plan and Voldemort said that they'd just have to make a sacrifice. Then Voldemort called a meeting of Death eaters to discuss their attack on Hogwarts!" Harry said all of this practically in one breath and was breathing heavily afterwards. Dumbledore sat and said nothing.
"Harry you're sure everything is just as you told me?" Dumbledore asked quietly
"Yes absolutely"
Dumbledore sighed and put his head in his hand. Harry began to feel nervous, few times had Harry seen Dumbledore like this and the circumstances had always been bad.
"Sir?" Harry asked tentivly. Dumbledore looked up. "Umm..What exactly does this mean?"
"It means Harry, that Voldemort and his followers plan to attack Hogwarts, and in doing so kill three students."
"Three?" Harry asked
"Yes Harry; yourself, as I'm sure you realize, Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger."
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(A/N: Whew! Long chapter! Hoped you liked it!)
Usual Disclaimer
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER THIRTY: THE DREAM
The pain was unbearable. The familiar scorching hot sensation on Harry's head woke him up with a start. He realized that he was sweating and breathing heavily as he recalled the awful nightmare he had just had. Something had happened, something had changed and Voldemort felt an intense emotion about it. What? Harry didn't know.
"YOU'RE LYING!" A familiar voice that did not belong to Voldemort roared
"N-No I'm afraid I'm not sir. That was the news I heard from Hogwarts and I came straight to you." The house elf said nervously.
The dream showed a man with long silver hair pacing the room, occasionally throwing an object or two in his fury. Harry knew in an instant, who it was, no thinking was involved. Lucius Malfoy.
"AGHH!" He screamed, turning over a desk, objects that once rested on it flying across the room and shattering.
"Malfoy, please. Calm yourself. It is disappointing, I understand. Most unfortunate but we will be able to clear this all up quite easily. You mustn't loose yourself." A high voice said.
The voice alone could scare you, without knowing to whom it belonged. A bitter cold, high, and raspy voice, Harry knew as Voldemort's.
"Now, little creature" Voldemort said turning to the house elf "how is it that an unimportant speck of dirt like you came across that information?"
"I-uh-m-m-my master told me to report it sir." The house elf said nervously.
"Who is your master?"
"Mr. Parkinson sir. He heard it from Miss Pansy but then, after taking a trip to Hogwarts, confirmed It." the house elf cried
"What do you mean he confirmed it?" Voldemort snapped making the house elf tremble.
"He-he-went to a Quidditch match, for entertainment sir, but when young Mr. Malfoy got injured, Miss Granger ran out onto the field. She had shouted his name, and was crying and everything." The tiny creature finished its story.
Voldemort began to laugh. A bloodcurdling, high shrieked laugh, which made both the house elf and Lucius Malfoy fear.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh! And they say that witch is supposed to be smart! Ha-Ha-Ha! Silly girl!" Voldemort finished laughing and his tone became serious again, "But no matter, this will soon be cleared up. You may go" He waved to the house elf that didn't need a telling to, to exit.
"What shall we do?" Lucius asked curiously, delight gleaming in his eyes, turning to Voldemort.
"You know perfectly well what we're going to do." He hissed making Lucius cower in a corner. "We will kill the boy. And the stupid Mudblood too."
"But my Lord, forgive me for being so bold, don't we need Draco? Was he not supposed to be included in your plan for the attack?"
"I'm well aware of the consequences Lucius. Yes, he was supposed to be included in the plan to attack Hogwarts but we will have to make a sacrifice." Voldemort said with amusement as if it was all some big joke.
"And the mudblood?"
"We can use her as bait to attract Potter and kill her later. I want her dead do you hear me?" Voldemort snapped
"Yes my Lord, I understand perfectly" Lucius said with a bow.
"Good" Voldemort leaned back into the chair surveying the room and thinking.
"Call the death eaters together so I may explain our plans for the attack."
"What are they?" Lucius asked eagerly
"HOW DARE YOU?! I AM YOUR MASTER NOT YOUR EQUAL MALFOY! AND YOU'LL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!" Voldemort roared making Lucius fall to his knees and kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes.
But the dream had ended. Harry shuddered at the recollection. He knew he had to tell Dumbledore immediately; this was what Dumbledore had suspected all along!
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" He shouted as he shook his best friend awake.
"Harry? What?!" Ron mumbled, not fully awake, still rubbing the sleep out of his droopy eyelids.
"I had another dream. Voldemort-Lucius-they're going to kill Hermione! Will you come with me to speak to Dumbledore?"
"hmm.okay.in the morning" Ron yawned, not comprehending the seriousness of what Harry had just said "just let me go back to sleep for a while" Ron turned over and lay back down.
"No Ron! We have to go NOW!" Harry said desperately. But it was too late; Ron was snoring quietly. Harry let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll go by myself" he said to no one in particular
Harry searched his trunk until his hands felt the familiar, cool and silky material of his invisibility cloak. Slipping into his slippers and throwing the cloak over himself he tiptoed out of dormitory.
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Harry's heart was beating madly in his chest. He had to tell Dumbledore! Caught up in his thoughts, Harry failed to recognize a certain pair of amber eyes watching him. After following for a while the eyes disappeared, leaving Harry who hadn't noticed muttering softly to himself under his breath when Filch arrived, ripping off the cloak to the surprise of Harry.
"Out 'takin a midnight stroll are we?" Filch said in his coarse voice
"I uh yea... I have to see Dumbledore!!" Harry pleaded, looking behind Filch to see Mrs. Norris.
"That's what they all say." Filch growled nastily
"Well its true! Its an emergency!"
"You little brat. Don't lie to me!" Filch hissed at Harry "Lets just go see Dumbledore and see what he makes out of this!"
Filch grabbed the back of Harry's shirt even though Harry was taller than Filch. It was quite a site for anyone who happened to be nearby. Mrs. Norris walked feebly making up the rear. And like that, they marched all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Grr..what's the password?!" Filch said irritated. "Um.Albus? Hogwarts? Candy? Ah!" Filch cried in exasperation
"Try Sherbert Lemon," a voice said. Harry and Filch turned around to see the old Headmaster standing in his bathrobe looking at them with an amusing smile on his lips.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry cried. Dumbledore put his hand up to silence Harry.
"What seems to be the problem here Mr. Filch?" Dumbledore replied with a calm voice
"Well this boy here was sneaking off from his dormitory wearing one of those invisible dress things. Its after hours and he claimed that he needed to speak to you. Of course I didn't believe him so we marched right here to see what you had to say." Filch finished with a loud breath.
"Hmm." Dumbledore said, placing a finger on his chin. "Thank you Mr. Filch for accompanying Mr. Potter here but I shall take it from here. You may leave."
Filch, apparently satisfied, walked on with Mrs. Norris at his heels. Only when they had completely turned the corner did Dumbledore acknowledge Harry.
"Now, what seems to be the matter Harry?" Dumbledore asked urgently, eyes wide.
"I--" Harry paused here to look around "I had another dream" he whispered.
"I want you to tell me all about it. But lets move into my office." Dumbledore said.
Harry loved Dumbledore's office, there was always something new to look at but this time, Harry didn't pay much attention to the new shiny object on Dumbledore's bookcase. He sat down in the armchair provided and waited until Dumbledore sat at his desk before beginning.
"I saw Lucius Malfoy. He was angry about the news that the house elf brought. The house elf told them both about the Quidditch match with Hermione. Voldemort laughed and said that it didn't matter; that it would all be cleared up soon by killing Draco and Hermione. They're going to use Hermione as bait to lure me to them. Lucius asked if that would ruin their plan and Voldemort said that they'd just have to make a sacrifice. Then Voldemort called a meeting of Death eaters to discuss their attack on Hogwarts!" Harry said all of this practically in one breath and was breathing heavily afterwards. Dumbledore sat and said nothing.
"Harry you're sure everything is just as you told me?" Dumbledore asked quietly
"Yes absolutely"
Dumbledore sighed and put his head in his hand. Harry began to feel nervous, few times had Harry seen Dumbledore like this and the circumstances had always been bad.
"Sir?" Harry asked tentivly. Dumbledore looked up. "Umm..What exactly does this mean?"
"It means Harry, that Voldemort and his followers plan to attack Hogwarts, and in doing so kill three students."
"Three?" Harry asked
"Yes Harry; yourself, as I'm sure you realize, Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger."
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(A/N: Whew! Long chapter! Hoped you liked it!)