Okay, so the fifteenth chapter is up, took me a while, been celebrating
Walpurgis night this weekend and haven't had a lot of time to write
actually.... I'm having a real hard time getting this all together, if anyone
has any suggestions, please mail me or write it in your review... I'm just a
bit lost; don't really know where to go from here... I'm sorry, but putting
Harry and Hermione together, well... That's not something I'm willing to do.
Chapter 14 was kind of a ... Blur really and not very good, I know... I just didn't have the patience so things might have been, as mentioned, a bit rushed... I really suck at describing quidditch, you'll have to forgive me for that... I wanted Malfoy to suffer, for real, so... Well, I hope this chapter is better... And as for being a bit too happy, well... Things are going to get kinda ugly from here, so I thought Harry deserved some happiness, he will need it... Well, on with the story. Please review! : - )
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co are J.K. Rowlings, I'm only playing around with characters.
IN DREAMS
He was walking down a corridor, all alone. There were no windows, yet there was a faint light. He heard voices, shouting out in pain, so he started to run along the corridor. Then suddenly he saw something lie on the floor in the room up ahead. He rushed forwards and stopped to stare at the body, full of denial. It was professor Snape. Harry got up and backed away, and then he turned around and ran into the next room. There lay other people from the order: Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Charlie... All with their eyes open in terror... And he saw Melinda, she lay by the door, her violet eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"No!" Harry shouted, his heart ached, he felt terrified and the guilt was overwhelming as he backed away from them. "No, this is not real, this isn't... No!!!"
He rushed out of the room, tears running down his cheeks. He ran through another long corridor and ended up in another room. Yet again, there were no windows, this room was lit up by a pale blue light. Then suddenly, he saw someone lying on the floor. He sank down next to it, and saw who it was. It was Hermione, her face was pale and her eyes were open, the tears on her cheek. He stared at her, she was dead. With the deepest sense of denial, guilt and pain Harry backed away only to stumble upon the next body. Ron, looking pale, his eyes were wide open, looking terrified. Harry sank down next to him, called out his name. But Ron didn't move, he just lay there. He got up and backed away, his hands on his head, this wasn't happening, it wasn't real. They couldn't be dead, why were they just lying around?
"NO!!!" Harry shouted angrily as he sank to the floor, crying. "NO, they're not dead, they're not dead!!!"
"Harry!"
He woke up, his face was wet with tears, he could hardly see anything. He did feel a hand rubbing his shoulder. As he quickly dried his tears, realizing it had all just been a horrible nightmare; he looked up and stared at Ron who was looking as pale as a sheet.
"Are you okay, Harry? Was it..."
Seamus and Dean had woken up and were standing around the bed. Harry felt really embarrassed, them seeing him cry like a baby, so he muttered that he'd just had a horrible nightmare and lay down again.
"Are you sure?" Ron whispered as Dean and Seamus got back to their beds, muttering something Harry couldn't hear. "You shouted something about dead people..."
"It was just... a nightmare, I'm sorry I woke you" Harry said.
Ron looked a bit anxious, but went back to his bed and Harry heard him snoring just moments later. Harry didn't fall asleep again, he was afraid that that nightmare would come back to haunt him. It had felt so real, he thought. So real he'd actually been crying in his sleep. He was embarrassed that they'd seen him crying, though he knew it wasn't something they would tell anyone, he just felt like an idiot. A scared and anxious idiot. His heart was still beating real fast, he almost thought it would jump out of his chest.
But, he thought, what if this wasn't a dream? What if it was a hint of the future? Or maybe it was Voldemort, trying to scare him or something. Harry sighed and got out of bed and sat down by the window, looking out at the starry night. He was trying to shake off that horrible feeling. They were okay; it had just been a dream. A nightmare where his worst fears had come true, he thought silently. And if Voldemort had been trying to scare him, if he had entered Harry's mind, then he's succeeded. Harry had been frightened to death, he still was. It could also very well just have been a dream, nothing more and nothing less. The only thing Harry knew was that he wouldn't get any more sleep this night...
The next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the train from Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry heading towards King's cross. Hermione was going to celebrate Christmas with her parents, but she would come to Melinda's house the last three days before they would go back to Hogwarts.
Katie hadn't even noticed that Harry had disappeared from the prom. He had felt a bit guilty about not telling her, but Ron told him that she'd been on the dance floor having a blast with Lee Jordan all night. Just as well, he thought silently. He was quiet the whole trip, still thinking about that dream he'd had. Ron and Hermione weren't talking much either. Ginny joined them later, she was trying to start a conversation but soon noticed that they were all tired and not in the mood to talk, so she stopped trying
As they arrived at King's cross, Harry saw Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, mr and mrs Granger, mr and mrs Weasley waiting for them. Mrs Weasley hugged them all, happy to see them and that they hadn't gotten into any more trouble. Hermione and her parents left them to walk to their car. Harry looked around, and Moody looked at him with that scary eye of his.
"Atwood's not coming, Potter" he said. "She would have, but she had things to do for the order."
Harry nodded as they started to walk towards the cars that were going to take them to the house that does not know time. Harry wondered what it meant actually, if the house did not know time then time should be standing still when you were inside of it. He decided to ask Hermione what she thought when she came back.
They arrived at the house; it looked like it had the last time Harry had been there. It looked worn and old, like a haunted house in a horror movie. On the inside however, it was quite the opposite. Since there was no electricity, as in most houses in the wizard world, there were candles everywhere, lighting up the rooms. The walls were covered with bookcases and paintings. The windows were covered with dark red luxurious curtains. But it was a bit different from last time, there were Christmas decorations here and there and a big Christmas tree in the room where the order had had their meeting. Harry felt a little more cheery as he walked up the stairs to his and Ron's room that they'd shared the last few weeks of the summer.
Later that evening, they sat down at the table eating dinner. Melinda was still out. Harry really wanted to talk to her, either Melinda or Dumbledore. The two people who might know what that dream had been all about. He could hardly eat, that nightmare really worried him. And he knew that they would probably have an answer. He could always hope they had an answer, or could say something to calm him down. Harry needed to hear that this was just a dream, nothing else. Everyone around him was talking quite cheerfully, not mentioning anything about Voldemort or the dangers that lurked outside these walls. It was Christmas, and it should be about joy and happiness, not death and sorrow Harry thought quietly to himself as he poked around the food on his plate.
Dumbledore showed up, to Harry's surprise, later that evening. He opened the door to Harry and Ron's bedroom where the two of them were playing wizard's chess. They both looked a bit puzzled as the elder man with the bright blue eyes came in.
"Ah, I see you are playing wizard's chess" he said and looked at them with a gentle smile on his face. "Well, I wonder if I might have a word with you, Harry. Before the meeting begins."
Harry nodded, feeling a bit confused and followed professor Dumbledore as he left the room and headed to another. It was the very same room that Melinda had taught him Occlumency in, Dumbledore conjured up two chairs and they sat down.
"How are you, Harry?" he asked and looked at Harry with those kind blue eyes.
Harry shrugged.
"I'm fine"
Dumbledore nodded slowly, still looking at him.
"Well, I..." Harry started. "I had this dream... And it worried me..."
Dumbledore looked at him, patiently waiting for him to start telling. So Harry told him about the dream. After he finished Dumbledore looked very serious, and Harry waited anxiously for Dumbledore to say that this had just been a horrible nightmare, nothing else than that.
"Professor, is this Voldemort planting dreams in my head again, I mean last time... The dream, about... about Sirius" he said finally.
"I do not believe this was Voldemort's doing, Harry" Dumbledore said quietly.
"But..."
"You see, Melinda has a great knowledge about mind control, so to say. She's been keeping Voldemort away from you. You see that orb she's given you is not only a very safe way to communicate and for her to reach you. It is also her way of keeping Voldemort from reaching into your mind."
Harry looked at the floor.
"But then... What did it mean? The dream, I mean, was it just a nightmare?"
"I can not say for certain, Harry. I will try to find out, but until then you should tell me or Melinda, if you have another dream like this one."
This did not make Harry feel any better. He'd hoped that Dumbledore would have told him that it was Voldemort that had planted the nightmare in his mind, or that it just was a nightmare.
"I do however believe that it was just a nightmare Harry" Dumbledore said kindly. "A horrible nightmare, I would say."
Harry nodded, still worried. Dumbledore looked at him for a moment.
"I have to talk to you about something, concerning Sirius" Dumbledore said. "They found his will, and he has left everything: his fortune, his estates and his belongings... To you, Harry."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore.
"To me?" Harry said quietly.
Dumbledore nodded slowly.
"I've been meaning to tell you for some time now, but with everything you had on your mind and after the Hogsmeade incident... I thought it best, once more... To wait and tell you at a better time... It will all be taken care of until you graduate from Hogwarts..."
Harry didn't know what to say. He looked down at the floor again. Sirius death seemed more real than ever. He'd left everything to him, to Harry. All of his things, his houses... What would he do with them? Dumbledore looked a bit sad as he looked at Harry. Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Remus Lupin came in looking at them both.
"She's back" he said looking serious.
End of chapter 15
Okay, I know I've been a bit bad at updating, I explained why above.... Has nothing to do with laziness : - ) Please review.
Chapter 14 was kind of a ... Blur really and not very good, I know... I just didn't have the patience so things might have been, as mentioned, a bit rushed... I really suck at describing quidditch, you'll have to forgive me for that... I wanted Malfoy to suffer, for real, so... Well, I hope this chapter is better... And as for being a bit too happy, well... Things are going to get kinda ugly from here, so I thought Harry deserved some happiness, he will need it... Well, on with the story. Please review! : - )
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co are J.K. Rowlings, I'm only playing around with characters.
IN DREAMS
He was walking down a corridor, all alone. There were no windows, yet there was a faint light. He heard voices, shouting out in pain, so he started to run along the corridor. Then suddenly he saw something lie on the floor in the room up ahead. He rushed forwards and stopped to stare at the body, full of denial. It was professor Snape. Harry got up and backed away, and then he turned around and ran into the next room. There lay other people from the order: Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Charlie... All with their eyes open in terror... And he saw Melinda, she lay by the door, her violet eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"No!" Harry shouted, his heart ached, he felt terrified and the guilt was overwhelming as he backed away from them. "No, this is not real, this isn't... No!!!"
He rushed out of the room, tears running down his cheeks. He ran through another long corridor and ended up in another room. Yet again, there were no windows, this room was lit up by a pale blue light. Then suddenly, he saw someone lying on the floor. He sank down next to it, and saw who it was. It was Hermione, her face was pale and her eyes were open, the tears on her cheek. He stared at her, she was dead. With the deepest sense of denial, guilt and pain Harry backed away only to stumble upon the next body. Ron, looking pale, his eyes were wide open, looking terrified. Harry sank down next to him, called out his name. But Ron didn't move, he just lay there. He got up and backed away, his hands on his head, this wasn't happening, it wasn't real. They couldn't be dead, why were they just lying around?
"NO!!!" Harry shouted angrily as he sank to the floor, crying. "NO, they're not dead, they're not dead!!!"
"Harry!"
He woke up, his face was wet with tears, he could hardly see anything. He did feel a hand rubbing his shoulder. As he quickly dried his tears, realizing it had all just been a horrible nightmare; he looked up and stared at Ron who was looking as pale as a sheet.
"Are you okay, Harry? Was it..."
Seamus and Dean had woken up and were standing around the bed. Harry felt really embarrassed, them seeing him cry like a baby, so he muttered that he'd just had a horrible nightmare and lay down again.
"Are you sure?" Ron whispered as Dean and Seamus got back to their beds, muttering something Harry couldn't hear. "You shouted something about dead people..."
"It was just... a nightmare, I'm sorry I woke you" Harry said.
Ron looked a bit anxious, but went back to his bed and Harry heard him snoring just moments later. Harry didn't fall asleep again, he was afraid that that nightmare would come back to haunt him. It had felt so real, he thought. So real he'd actually been crying in his sleep. He was embarrassed that they'd seen him crying, though he knew it wasn't something they would tell anyone, he just felt like an idiot. A scared and anxious idiot. His heart was still beating real fast, he almost thought it would jump out of his chest.
But, he thought, what if this wasn't a dream? What if it was a hint of the future? Or maybe it was Voldemort, trying to scare him or something. Harry sighed and got out of bed and sat down by the window, looking out at the starry night. He was trying to shake off that horrible feeling. They were okay; it had just been a dream. A nightmare where his worst fears had come true, he thought silently. And if Voldemort had been trying to scare him, if he had entered Harry's mind, then he's succeeded. Harry had been frightened to death, he still was. It could also very well just have been a dream, nothing more and nothing less. The only thing Harry knew was that he wouldn't get any more sleep this night...
The next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the train from Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry heading towards King's cross. Hermione was going to celebrate Christmas with her parents, but she would come to Melinda's house the last three days before they would go back to Hogwarts.
Katie hadn't even noticed that Harry had disappeared from the prom. He had felt a bit guilty about not telling her, but Ron told him that she'd been on the dance floor having a blast with Lee Jordan all night. Just as well, he thought silently. He was quiet the whole trip, still thinking about that dream he'd had. Ron and Hermione weren't talking much either. Ginny joined them later, she was trying to start a conversation but soon noticed that they were all tired and not in the mood to talk, so she stopped trying
As they arrived at King's cross, Harry saw Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, mr and mrs Granger, mr and mrs Weasley waiting for them. Mrs Weasley hugged them all, happy to see them and that they hadn't gotten into any more trouble. Hermione and her parents left them to walk to their car. Harry looked around, and Moody looked at him with that scary eye of his.
"Atwood's not coming, Potter" he said. "She would have, but she had things to do for the order."
Harry nodded as they started to walk towards the cars that were going to take them to the house that does not know time. Harry wondered what it meant actually, if the house did not know time then time should be standing still when you were inside of it. He decided to ask Hermione what she thought when she came back.
They arrived at the house; it looked like it had the last time Harry had been there. It looked worn and old, like a haunted house in a horror movie. On the inside however, it was quite the opposite. Since there was no electricity, as in most houses in the wizard world, there were candles everywhere, lighting up the rooms. The walls were covered with bookcases and paintings. The windows were covered with dark red luxurious curtains. But it was a bit different from last time, there were Christmas decorations here and there and a big Christmas tree in the room where the order had had their meeting. Harry felt a little more cheery as he walked up the stairs to his and Ron's room that they'd shared the last few weeks of the summer.
Later that evening, they sat down at the table eating dinner. Melinda was still out. Harry really wanted to talk to her, either Melinda or Dumbledore. The two people who might know what that dream had been all about. He could hardly eat, that nightmare really worried him. And he knew that they would probably have an answer. He could always hope they had an answer, or could say something to calm him down. Harry needed to hear that this was just a dream, nothing else. Everyone around him was talking quite cheerfully, not mentioning anything about Voldemort or the dangers that lurked outside these walls. It was Christmas, and it should be about joy and happiness, not death and sorrow Harry thought quietly to himself as he poked around the food on his plate.
Dumbledore showed up, to Harry's surprise, later that evening. He opened the door to Harry and Ron's bedroom where the two of them were playing wizard's chess. They both looked a bit puzzled as the elder man with the bright blue eyes came in.
"Ah, I see you are playing wizard's chess" he said and looked at them with a gentle smile on his face. "Well, I wonder if I might have a word with you, Harry. Before the meeting begins."
Harry nodded, feeling a bit confused and followed professor Dumbledore as he left the room and headed to another. It was the very same room that Melinda had taught him Occlumency in, Dumbledore conjured up two chairs and they sat down.
"How are you, Harry?" he asked and looked at Harry with those kind blue eyes.
Harry shrugged.
"I'm fine"
Dumbledore nodded slowly, still looking at him.
"Well, I..." Harry started. "I had this dream... And it worried me..."
Dumbledore looked at him, patiently waiting for him to start telling. So Harry told him about the dream. After he finished Dumbledore looked very serious, and Harry waited anxiously for Dumbledore to say that this had just been a horrible nightmare, nothing else than that.
"Professor, is this Voldemort planting dreams in my head again, I mean last time... The dream, about... about Sirius" he said finally.
"I do not believe this was Voldemort's doing, Harry" Dumbledore said quietly.
"But..."
"You see, Melinda has a great knowledge about mind control, so to say. She's been keeping Voldemort away from you. You see that orb she's given you is not only a very safe way to communicate and for her to reach you. It is also her way of keeping Voldemort from reaching into your mind."
Harry looked at the floor.
"But then... What did it mean? The dream, I mean, was it just a nightmare?"
"I can not say for certain, Harry. I will try to find out, but until then you should tell me or Melinda, if you have another dream like this one."
This did not make Harry feel any better. He'd hoped that Dumbledore would have told him that it was Voldemort that had planted the nightmare in his mind, or that it just was a nightmare.
"I do however believe that it was just a nightmare Harry" Dumbledore said kindly. "A horrible nightmare, I would say."
Harry nodded, still worried. Dumbledore looked at him for a moment.
"I have to talk to you about something, concerning Sirius" Dumbledore said. "They found his will, and he has left everything: his fortune, his estates and his belongings... To you, Harry."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore.
"To me?" Harry said quietly.
Dumbledore nodded slowly.
"I've been meaning to tell you for some time now, but with everything you had on your mind and after the Hogsmeade incident... I thought it best, once more... To wait and tell you at a better time... It will all be taken care of until you graduate from Hogwarts..."
Harry didn't know what to say. He looked down at the floor again. Sirius death seemed more real than ever. He'd left everything to him, to Harry. All of his things, his houses... What would he do with them? Dumbledore looked a bit sad as he looked at Harry. Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Remus Lupin came in looking at them both.
"She's back" he said looking serious.
End of chapter 15
Okay, I know I've been a bit bad at updating, I explained why above.... Has nothing to do with laziness : - ) Please review.