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A/N: I totally made up all the dream meanings things. So don't review and say "That doesn't mean that! K? Okay, tell me if this is better, worse, the same, abysmal, you get the idea. I hope this is better or at least the same. S:C) Love, Dragonessa Smith
I really meant to find Fred and yell at him that night, but when we got back to the common room, it was so warm and I was so tired, I just crawled up the stairs and into my bed.
I'll yell at him tomorrow, I thought, before closing the draperies and falling into a deep sleep.
I had two dreams that night. The first was normal; the second made no sense at all.
In the first, I dreamt about the dance. I played every single second of it inside my head, over and over. I woke up around one in the morning, feeling a bit disturbed. I got a drink of water and then fell back asleep.
In the second, Fred was a pumpkin, and I was trapped inside. Draco had a saw that was pink and red, and tried to saw me out. When I was almost free, Fred The Pumpkin, who had turned into the world with Fred's head on it, rolled over and squished him. I tried to lift the pumpkin, but I couldn't. Then Draco and Harry appeared and helped me lift the pumpkin so I could save Draco.
I woke up from the second dream feeling a bit dazed. Checking that no one else was up, I crept over to Parvati's bed. Opening the top drawer of her bed table, I looked through the countless tea leaves and fortune tellers until I came upon what I was looking for. As I made my way back to my bed, I clutched a small, leather-covered book with just one word on the cover: Dreams.
As I told Harry and Ron countless times, I don't believe in all that Divination junk. But there was actual proof that supported the theory that dreams had some significance.
I got a piece of parchment and a pen from my own bed table and started to write down everything I could remember from the dream. Then I made it into a chronologic list, starting with being stuck in Fred/Pumpkin. Then I split that into "key elements" as the book said, so I ended up with a list like this:
Fred/Pumpkin
Trapped.
Draco
Saw
Pink and Red
Squishing
The world
Not being able to lift the pumpkin
Draco and Harry helping
Finally saving him.
I started to look up the "key elements" in the book. There was nothing specifically about Harry, Draco, or Fred, of course, but they did have "Friend, Enemy," and "Siblings."
With "Siblings," there was just a bunch of junk on how siblings are the best relationships you can have, or something like that. It did have something useful. It said if you imagine a sibling as a protector, you might feel they are becoming too involved in your life. That's the truth. At first Fred and George, and all of Ron's other brothers, were just sort of, there, you know? Now their acting like I'm their little sister, telling me what to do and all that. Really, there is such a thing as too involved.
Oh, this is helpful. "Being trapped somewhere in a dream means you feel trapped in a current situation, be it a relationship, job, or something else." Like I didn't know that. I don't need a stupid book to tell me that I think Fred wa-a-ay overstepped his boundaries at the dance. It's none of his business what I do, thank you very much.
"Enemies: Dreaming of your enemy could mean you feel threatened, scared, or afraid. However, if your enemy saves you from whatever is threatening you, it might show that you think of him as more than an enemy." Excuse me, could you say that in English please? How do you think of someone as more than an enemy? An arch-enemy?
"Saw: If you dreamt of a saw, you may want to break away from something that has been holding you back." Like a giant pumpkin?
"Pink and Red: these colors traditionally signify love and passion."
That was as far as I got before I became totally fed up. In anger, I hurled the book against the wall. There was a thud, a clunk, and before I knew what had happened, Lavender had switched on her lamp and was shouting about Peeves coming and throwing stuff at her.
I ignored her. I didn't feel like dealing with her right now. Even though it was only 5:30 in the morning, I started to get ready for breakfast. There was no way I was going to sleep again today.
At 5:45, I was already wide awake. I had just reached for the Great Hall's doorknob when the doors flew open. Professor Sinistra nearly ran me over. He was dragging Draco, Dennis Creevy, and Dean out of the Great Hall, shouting something about how ashamed he was, and that he was taking them to Dumbledore's office.
As I entered, the Gryfindors (The ten or so that were up that early) started clapping. The Slytherins (who totaled five), on the other hand, were scowling at me so fiercely, I almost ran back up to my bed. But instead I sat (at the far end of the Gryffindor table), where Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Seamus, Colin, and Ginny were sitting, laughing their heads off.
"What happened?" I asked, reaching for a slice of toast.
"D-d-Draco was walking out of the Hall," Ginny gasped, between laughs. "When Dean went up to him and said, he said..." She dissolved into giggles, leaving me to poke Ron and ask again.
"He said: 'What did you do to Hermione at the ball?' Then, Malfoy snapped back 'Nothing she didn't want.' Then Dean just landed this beautiful punch right on Malfoy's jaw. Then they just started brawling, and finally Prof. Sinistra, he was the only teacher here except for Flitwick, and he had fallen asleep against his coffee. Sinistra pulled Dean away from him, and was holding him with his hands behind his back, while Draco struggled up."
George picked up the story from there. "When Draco had gotten up, he looked like he was gonna fall over again, but suddenly he just hit Dean right in the nose with a right hook, snapping his head to the side."
"Slime-ball." Colin muttered. "Anyway, like, two seconds after that, Dennis jumped up and just hurled himself at Malfoy, yelling something about how you should fight fair or not fight at all. He somehow had latched himself onto Malfoy's back, and was clawing at his head. The dummy just kept spinning around, trying to tear Dennis off of him. Meanwhile, Dean broke free once more and landed a punch right in his stomach before some prefect hauled him away."
"Sinistra almost got him off, but he suddenly just grabbed, and his fingers went up Malfoy's nose, and he just pulled up, and Malfoy was howling like a bat out of he...ck." Ginny said, careful not to swear in front of her brothers. "Just as you came in, Sinistra was hauling them all off to Dumbledore."
"If there's any justice in the world, Malfoy's nose would stay like Dennis pulled it." Seamus said, a tad wistfully.
"So that's why the Slytherins were about to kill me." I said, losing my appetite. I put down the half-eaten toast. I just realized we had Potions this afternoon. With Draco. And Dean. And Snape. And all the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
Oh joy.
A/N: I totally made up all the dream meanings things. So don't review and say "That doesn't mean that! K? Okay, tell me if this is better, worse, the same, abysmal, you get the idea. I hope this is better or at least the same. S:C) Love, Dragonessa Smith
I really meant to find Fred and yell at him that night, but when we got back to the common room, it was so warm and I was so tired, I just crawled up the stairs and into my bed.
I'll yell at him tomorrow, I thought, before closing the draperies and falling into a deep sleep.
I had two dreams that night. The first was normal; the second made no sense at all.
In the first, I dreamt about the dance. I played every single second of it inside my head, over and over. I woke up around one in the morning, feeling a bit disturbed. I got a drink of water and then fell back asleep.
In the second, Fred was a pumpkin, and I was trapped inside. Draco had a saw that was pink and red, and tried to saw me out. When I was almost free, Fred The Pumpkin, who had turned into the world with Fred's head on it, rolled over and squished him. I tried to lift the pumpkin, but I couldn't. Then Draco and Harry appeared and helped me lift the pumpkin so I could save Draco.
I woke up from the second dream feeling a bit dazed. Checking that no one else was up, I crept over to Parvati's bed. Opening the top drawer of her bed table, I looked through the countless tea leaves and fortune tellers until I came upon what I was looking for. As I made my way back to my bed, I clutched a small, leather-covered book with just one word on the cover: Dreams.
As I told Harry and Ron countless times, I don't believe in all that Divination junk. But there was actual proof that supported the theory that dreams had some significance.
I got a piece of parchment and a pen from my own bed table and started to write down everything I could remember from the dream. Then I made it into a chronologic list, starting with being stuck in Fred/Pumpkin. Then I split that into "key elements" as the book said, so I ended up with a list like this:
Fred/Pumpkin
Trapped.
Draco
Saw
Pink and Red
Squishing
The world
Not being able to lift the pumpkin
Draco and Harry helping
Finally saving him.
I started to look up the "key elements" in the book. There was nothing specifically about Harry, Draco, or Fred, of course, but they did have "Friend, Enemy," and "Siblings."
With "Siblings," there was just a bunch of junk on how siblings are the best relationships you can have, or something like that. It did have something useful. It said if you imagine a sibling as a protector, you might feel they are becoming too involved in your life. That's the truth. At first Fred and George, and all of Ron's other brothers, were just sort of, there, you know? Now their acting like I'm their little sister, telling me what to do and all that. Really, there is such a thing as too involved.
Oh, this is helpful. "Being trapped somewhere in a dream means you feel trapped in a current situation, be it a relationship, job, or something else." Like I didn't know that. I don't need a stupid book to tell me that I think Fred wa-a-ay overstepped his boundaries at the dance. It's none of his business what I do, thank you very much.
"Enemies: Dreaming of your enemy could mean you feel threatened, scared, or afraid. However, if your enemy saves you from whatever is threatening you, it might show that you think of him as more than an enemy." Excuse me, could you say that in English please? How do you think of someone as more than an enemy? An arch-enemy?
"Saw: If you dreamt of a saw, you may want to break away from something that has been holding you back." Like a giant pumpkin?
"Pink and Red: these colors traditionally signify love and passion."
That was as far as I got before I became totally fed up. In anger, I hurled the book against the wall. There was a thud, a clunk, and before I knew what had happened, Lavender had switched on her lamp and was shouting about Peeves coming and throwing stuff at her.
I ignored her. I didn't feel like dealing with her right now. Even though it was only 5:30 in the morning, I started to get ready for breakfast. There was no way I was going to sleep again today.
At 5:45, I was already wide awake. I had just reached for the Great Hall's doorknob when the doors flew open. Professor Sinistra nearly ran me over. He was dragging Draco, Dennis Creevy, and Dean out of the Great Hall, shouting something about how ashamed he was, and that he was taking them to Dumbledore's office.
As I entered, the Gryfindors (The ten or so that were up that early) started clapping. The Slytherins (who totaled five), on the other hand, were scowling at me so fiercely, I almost ran back up to my bed. But instead I sat (at the far end of the Gryffindor table), where Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Seamus, Colin, and Ginny were sitting, laughing their heads off.
"What happened?" I asked, reaching for a slice of toast.
"D-d-Draco was walking out of the Hall," Ginny gasped, between laughs. "When Dean went up to him and said, he said..." She dissolved into giggles, leaving me to poke Ron and ask again.
"He said: 'What did you do to Hermione at the ball?' Then, Malfoy snapped back 'Nothing she didn't want.' Then Dean just landed this beautiful punch right on Malfoy's jaw. Then they just started brawling, and finally Prof. Sinistra, he was the only teacher here except for Flitwick, and he had fallen asleep against his coffee. Sinistra pulled Dean away from him, and was holding him with his hands behind his back, while Draco struggled up."
George picked up the story from there. "When Draco had gotten up, he looked like he was gonna fall over again, but suddenly he just hit Dean right in the nose with a right hook, snapping his head to the side."
"Slime-ball." Colin muttered. "Anyway, like, two seconds after that, Dennis jumped up and just hurled himself at Malfoy, yelling something about how you should fight fair or not fight at all. He somehow had latched himself onto Malfoy's back, and was clawing at his head. The dummy just kept spinning around, trying to tear Dennis off of him. Meanwhile, Dean broke free once more and landed a punch right in his stomach before some prefect hauled him away."
"Sinistra almost got him off, but he suddenly just grabbed, and his fingers went up Malfoy's nose, and he just pulled up, and Malfoy was howling like a bat out of he...ck." Ginny said, careful not to swear in front of her brothers. "Just as you came in, Sinistra was hauling them all off to Dumbledore."
"If there's any justice in the world, Malfoy's nose would stay like Dennis pulled it." Seamus said, a tad wistfully.
"So that's why the Slytherins were about to kill me." I said, losing my appetite. I put down the half-eaten toast. I just realized we had Potions this afternoon. With Draco. And Dean. And Snape. And all the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
Oh joy.