Chapter 2
Dreams Come True
The doorbell rang and Harry answered the door.
"Happy Birthday Harry!" chanted Ron and Hermione. Hermione was carrying Cecile and Ron was holding a present.
"Thanks guys! Hello Cecile!" said Harry. "She's grown so much since last week! Come in!" They followed Harry in and sat down at the kitchen table. Cho came down the stairs with James.
"Hiya guys! Harry could you look after James while I'm having a shower? I'll only be 10 minutes!" and with that she rushed back upstairs. While James and Cecile were playing on their mini broomsticks, they hovered about half a metre off of the ground; Harry called Ron and Hermione over to the table.
"I had a dream last night," he told them. "It was about.Lord Voldemort rising again."
"B.but that's stupid. You-Know-Who's dead! We killed him!" said Ron.
"Well," said Hermione. "Harry has had dreams that have come true. Maybe.maybe he is back. Tell us about your dream Harry."
"Well," Harry began. "It started here in the house.
The slam of a door. The swish of a cloak. Harry, awoken by the sudden noise. The creak of floorboards. It was coming from the kitchen. Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Nobody there. He turns around to hear a scream. He runs up the stairs, swings open the bedroom door. A creature, human maybe, in a black, hooded cloak, holding Cho. She screams. It takes a knife from its pocket and raises it. Cho screams. The knife in her chest. She screams again. Silence. The cry of his son from the bedroom next door. Harry grabs his wand and shouts. Too late. The creature gets it's wand out first and blasts Harry backwards. Darkness.
"And then I woke up," Harry finished seeing the looks of fear on Ron and Hermione's faces.
"Shit!" exclaimed Ron.
"Um.er.Harry I don't know what to say," muttered Hermione. "It's probably just one of your dreams!"
"But what if it's not?" said Harry as Cho walked down the stairs beaming. "Nothing has happened ok?" he whispered form the side of his mouth. The three of them got up with false smiles spread across their faces.
"Hiya honey!" said Cho kissing Harry on the cheek and walking over to fetch some Butter Beer and some Ogden's Old Fire Whisky. "Anyone want a drink?" "Yes please," said Hermione.
"We'll have some too," said Harry.
Cho poured some Butter Beer into glasses and brought them over to the table on a tray.
The night went by quickly without a word of the dream. Soon Hermione and Ron were leaving with Cecile.
"Don't worry Harry," said Hermione once they were away from Cho. "We'll look into it. I have a book somewhere about dreams."
Harry put James to bed and waited until Cho was in bed asleep. He climbed in bed. He was so tired. But he had to stay awake. But the bed was so warm. His heavy eyelids dropped and soon he was asleep.
The door slammed. A cloak swished. Harry woke up, beads of sweat on dripping down his face. It was happening. Harry left Cho in bed and walked down the stairs and checked the kitchen. Nobody there. Then he heard Cho's scream.
"CHO!" he yelled running up the stairs. He ran across the landing and threw open the door to see the thing he had been dreading. Voldemort stood there with a knife in his hand. It was dripping with blood. He was holding Cho in his arms, his hood lowered. Cho was alive screaming. He raised the knife in his hand. Harry could feel nothing. He was numb. He grabbed his wand. Voldamort stabbed Cho and she screamed and high blood-curdling scream.
"Harry!" she yelled. She choked, and then.she died. Harry was filled with anger stronger than any anger he had ever felt. It was burning up inside him like a bonfire. He tried to shout but he was too late as Voldemort's spell hit him first sending him backwards into the wall, his scar burning. Voldemort leapt out of the window, laughing a high, cold laugh. Harry couldn't move. The last thing he heard was his son crying in his room. Darkness.
Dreams Come True
The doorbell rang and Harry answered the door.
"Happy Birthday Harry!" chanted Ron and Hermione. Hermione was carrying Cecile and Ron was holding a present.
"Thanks guys! Hello Cecile!" said Harry. "She's grown so much since last week! Come in!" They followed Harry in and sat down at the kitchen table. Cho came down the stairs with James.
"Hiya guys! Harry could you look after James while I'm having a shower? I'll only be 10 minutes!" and with that she rushed back upstairs. While James and Cecile were playing on their mini broomsticks, they hovered about half a metre off of the ground; Harry called Ron and Hermione over to the table.
"I had a dream last night," he told them. "It was about.Lord Voldemort rising again."
"B.but that's stupid. You-Know-Who's dead! We killed him!" said Ron.
"Well," said Hermione. "Harry has had dreams that have come true. Maybe.maybe he is back. Tell us about your dream Harry."
"Well," Harry began. "It started here in the house.
The slam of a door. The swish of a cloak. Harry, awoken by the sudden noise. The creak of floorboards. It was coming from the kitchen. Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Nobody there. He turns around to hear a scream. He runs up the stairs, swings open the bedroom door. A creature, human maybe, in a black, hooded cloak, holding Cho. She screams. It takes a knife from its pocket and raises it. Cho screams. The knife in her chest. She screams again. Silence. The cry of his son from the bedroom next door. Harry grabs his wand and shouts. Too late. The creature gets it's wand out first and blasts Harry backwards. Darkness.
"And then I woke up," Harry finished seeing the looks of fear on Ron and Hermione's faces.
"Shit!" exclaimed Ron.
"Um.er.Harry I don't know what to say," muttered Hermione. "It's probably just one of your dreams!"
"But what if it's not?" said Harry as Cho walked down the stairs beaming. "Nothing has happened ok?" he whispered form the side of his mouth. The three of them got up with false smiles spread across their faces.
"Hiya honey!" said Cho kissing Harry on the cheek and walking over to fetch some Butter Beer and some Ogden's Old Fire Whisky. "Anyone want a drink?" "Yes please," said Hermione.
"We'll have some too," said Harry.
Cho poured some Butter Beer into glasses and brought them over to the table on a tray.
The night went by quickly without a word of the dream. Soon Hermione and Ron were leaving with Cecile.
"Don't worry Harry," said Hermione once they were away from Cho. "We'll look into it. I have a book somewhere about dreams."
Harry put James to bed and waited until Cho was in bed asleep. He climbed in bed. He was so tired. But he had to stay awake. But the bed was so warm. His heavy eyelids dropped and soon he was asleep.
The door slammed. A cloak swished. Harry woke up, beads of sweat on dripping down his face. It was happening. Harry left Cho in bed and walked down the stairs and checked the kitchen. Nobody there. Then he heard Cho's scream.
"CHO!" he yelled running up the stairs. He ran across the landing and threw open the door to see the thing he had been dreading. Voldemort stood there with a knife in his hand. It was dripping with blood. He was holding Cho in his arms, his hood lowered. Cho was alive screaming. He raised the knife in his hand. Harry could feel nothing. He was numb. He grabbed his wand. Voldamort stabbed Cho and she screamed and high blood-curdling scream.
"Harry!" she yelled. She choked, and then.she died. Harry was filled with anger stronger than any anger he had ever felt. It was burning up inside him like a bonfire. He tried to shout but he was too late as Voldemort's spell hit him first sending him backwards into the wall, his scar burning. Voldemort leapt out of the window, laughing a high, cold laugh. Harry couldn't move. The last thing he heard was his son crying in his room. Darkness.