A/N: I'm starting to write longer chapters but 3 and 4 are still short so I've decided to post them at the same time.
Chapter Three:
Harry found himself standing on the edge of the South Tower for what seemed like the
hundredth time this summer. The dream had not ceased, though he noticed he began to become
lucid at times. This allowed his mind to change the dream slightly, but every time he tried he'd
wake up. Since he could not bring himself to fall asleep after waking up, he tried his best to not
become aware that he was dreaming.
*But why would I want to be having this dream in the first place?*
He knew there was a reason behind it. He had been thinking about suicide...
Though the grief and guilt was still freshly cut into his heart, he never would have the
strength to kill himself. The meaning had to extend beyond that.
He stood on the top of the tower, pondering how he should go about getting down. He
was too afraid to run, and walking made him think about turning back.
"Please don't, Harry. I don't think I could bear the thought of you leaving as well."
"Remus!" Harry spun around. "Go away, Remus. This doesn't concern you. I can make
my own decisions."
"Harry, I'm trying to help you. Please don't jump. We need you. You must kill Voldemort
for us."
"I'm no one's bloody slave! Besides, I can't kill him. I'm not strong enough. I just screw
things up."
Harry turned around, his emerald eyes glowed with anger. He took a deep breath,
preparing himself for the plunge.
"Now Harry, don't do anything rash. Let us discuss this over some lemon drops."
"What!?" Harry faced the voice and found Dumbledore staring back at him. He wore a
night shirt decorated with stars and moons and he held out an open jar full of lemon drops,
offering them to Harry. Remus was sitting to his left with his legs crossed, happily sucking on
Dumbledore's sweets.
"This is so bizarre. I must be dreaming...wait! I AM dreaming!"
Dumbledore smiled at Harry and nodded.
"So it doesn't matter what I do because nothing is real. I can jump off right now and I
won't get hurt."
Harry leaped off the tower. The two other wizards yelled out but it was too late. The wind
whistled in his ears and the harsh wind irritated his chapped lips.
*When am I going to wake up? The ground is getting really close...*
Harry began to yell at the top of his lungs. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared for the
painful landing he was so sure would claim his life.
"Noooooooo!" Harry sat up in his bed, back in Privet Drive. Hedwig hooted softly.
"Damn, not again. I could really use some dreamless sleeping potion right now."
Harry looked at his alarm clock. It was 3:40. He groaned and buried his head underneath
his pillows. He was getting so tired of this.
Chapter Three:
Harry found himself standing on the edge of the South Tower for what seemed like the
hundredth time this summer. The dream had not ceased, though he noticed he began to become
lucid at times. This allowed his mind to change the dream slightly, but every time he tried he'd
wake up. Since he could not bring himself to fall asleep after waking up, he tried his best to not
become aware that he was dreaming.
*But why would I want to be having this dream in the first place?*
He knew there was a reason behind it. He had been thinking about suicide...
Though the grief and guilt was still freshly cut into his heart, he never would have the
strength to kill himself. The meaning had to extend beyond that.
He stood on the top of the tower, pondering how he should go about getting down. He
was too afraid to run, and walking made him think about turning back.
"Please don't, Harry. I don't think I could bear the thought of you leaving as well."
"Remus!" Harry spun around. "Go away, Remus. This doesn't concern you. I can make
my own decisions."
"Harry, I'm trying to help you. Please don't jump. We need you. You must kill Voldemort
for us."
"I'm no one's bloody slave! Besides, I can't kill him. I'm not strong enough. I just screw
things up."
Harry turned around, his emerald eyes glowed with anger. He took a deep breath,
preparing himself for the plunge.
"Now Harry, don't do anything rash. Let us discuss this over some lemon drops."
"What!?" Harry faced the voice and found Dumbledore staring back at him. He wore a
night shirt decorated with stars and moons and he held out an open jar full of lemon drops,
offering them to Harry. Remus was sitting to his left with his legs crossed, happily sucking on
Dumbledore's sweets.
"This is so bizarre. I must be dreaming...wait! I AM dreaming!"
Dumbledore smiled at Harry and nodded.
"So it doesn't matter what I do because nothing is real. I can jump off right now and I
won't get hurt."
Harry leaped off the tower. The two other wizards yelled out but it was too late. The wind
whistled in his ears and the harsh wind irritated his chapped lips.
*When am I going to wake up? The ground is getting really close...*
Harry began to yell at the top of his lungs. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared for the
painful landing he was so sure would claim his life.
"Noooooooo!" Harry sat up in his bed, back in Privet Drive. Hedwig hooted softly.
"Damn, not again. I could really use some dreamless sleeping potion right now."
Harry looked at his alarm clock. It was 3:40. He groaned and buried his head underneath
his pillows. He was getting so tired of this.