Disclaimer: I own no one except "Ebony" (if you don't know who I'm talking
about read the first two chapters). P.s please don't ban me for not putting
a disclaimer at the beginning of the second chapter. I just forgot!
Chapter 3:The Witness
He was walking down the corridor again ... the door lay open this time, waiting for him. He began to walk faster.faster.faster. Soon he was in an all out run. Nothing was going to stop him from entering that door this time. No sooner had he thought this than a large flow of black hair fell from behind the wall blinding him. Someone or something was trying to keep him from seeing what was behind that door. He instinctively fumbled for his wand. He pulled it out and muttered several words under his breath. There was a flash of green light. He heard a strange, yet familiar, cold, high pitched laugh coming from his own mouth as a woman screamed in the distance.
Harry woke with a start to find that the woman's scream's had not been imagined. Even as he lay in his bed he could hear hysterical shrieking coming from the direction of the living room. From the sound of it, Ebony had been having nightmares too. Immediately Harry jumped to his feet. As Harry looked over to the bed next to his, he could see Ron removing his bed covers muttering "What now?"
Both boys headed out the door and down the long rolling staircase. Harry walked faster with each step, his mind buzzing with questions. The curiosity of the woman sleeping directly beneath him was becoming unbearable. Who was she really? Had she just had the same dream as him? And most important of all, How did she seem to know him? He began to run out of patients with the turning stairway as well as with Ron, who was slowly, sleepily, trudging down one step at a time. The situation was not helped when they met up with the girls about seven stairs from the bottom. It was one thing to have two people in a narrow hallway, but four was a real challenge. But, eventually after quite a bit of position changing and several squashed toes, they all managed to make their way into the living room where they found most of the household already awake.
Ebony was sitting up on the couch, looking quite a bit calmer than she had when she had been pulled out from the snow. Mrs. Weasly was handing her another cup of tea. Fred and George were standing near the stairwell that Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny had all emerged from. Sirius and Lupin were both standing near the portrait of Mrs. Black holding the curtains shut to avoid more shrieks echoing through the house
"It's a bit ridiculous for all of you to stay up, I'm fine, really." Ebony said. Her voice was not soft or shaking now. It was low and fairly brassy.
"What happened?" Harry asked, rather boldly stepping out from the stair well.
"Nothing. She had a nightmare, that's all." Mrs. Weasly said . But Harry wasn't moving. Not until he'd gotten some answers.
"Right, nothing." Ebony insisted, perhaps sensing the resolve in Harry. "It's nice of you and everything but you should all go back to bed."
For Sirius, who was already wearing dark circles under his eyes, this seemed to be all the excuse he needed. He began to move towards his bedroom in the bottom corridor when Mrs.Weasly stopped him with one of her glances, which she usually reserved especially for her son's.
"Tell us what happened dear." She said as she moved her gaze to Ebony. "Well, like I said there's not much to tell." Ebony sounded as exasperated as Sirius looked. But she still continued. Harry waited with batted breath.
"I was walking in this corridor and I saw a kind of blackish grey door. I tried to turn and walk away from it, but then this hand.or something pushed me right in front of it. Someone was already there, in front of the door. They pointed this, stick thing at me and said something I don't remember. Then there was this explosion and I heard this high-pitched cold laugh. The next thing I knew, I was screaming my head off on the couch."
Harry gave a slight inaudible gasp. She had had the same dream as him. Why? He was about to ask when Mrs. Weasly said. "Well, then. Finish your tea and we'll all be off to bed." She got up from the couch and looked as if she were going to her bedroom, but as she passed she gave Sirius and Remus meaningful glances that told Harry there was to be another meeting in the kitchen.
The twins looked betrayed. Still, they apparated back to their room with out saying a word. And after a few minuets, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all began the long haul back up the stair case.
"Who is she?" Ginny asked. "Well, we don't really know." Answered Harry. Harry and Ron related the entire story to the girls. When they had finished, the girls both looked slightly bewildered.
"So they think she had her memory modified?" Hermione asked.
"Well, yeah. That's what Lupin and Moody said."
"Hmm." Said Hermione indefinatly
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron inquired "Well a memory modification is supposed to affect short term memory to isn't it? And, she remembered the dream that she had nearly perfectly. So, the way I see it she either had her memory modified and the charm has begun to wear off, or it was never modified to begin with."
The other three stared slight amazement at how Hermione could remember every aspect of her charms homework even at three o'clock in the morning. They kept walking up the stairs in silence. No one seemed in the mood to talk any more. At least not until morning. The girls reached their room and bid Ron and Harry good night. When the boys entered their room, Ron fell into his bed and was busy snoring within minuets. Harry however, worked against his desire to doze off. He still had questions he needed answered, and he was not exactly keen to go back down that corridor again. Especially not when he might have murdered someone, even if it was in a dream. Still his body was so tired that it eventually won the struggle and Harry was soon lost in a deep sleep.
Chapter 3:The Witness
He was walking down the corridor again ... the door lay open this time, waiting for him. He began to walk faster.faster.faster. Soon he was in an all out run. Nothing was going to stop him from entering that door this time. No sooner had he thought this than a large flow of black hair fell from behind the wall blinding him. Someone or something was trying to keep him from seeing what was behind that door. He instinctively fumbled for his wand. He pulled it out and muttered several words under his breath. There was a flash of green light. He heard a strange, yet familiar, cold, high pitched laugh coming from his own mouth as a woman screamed in the distance.
Harry woke with a start to find that the woman's scream's had not been imagined. Even as he lay in his bed he could hear hysterical shrieking coming from the direction of the living room. From the sound of it, Ebony had been having nightmares too. Immediately Harry jumped to his feet. As Harry looked over to the bed next to his, he could see Ron removing his bed covers muttering "What now?"
Both boys headed out the door and down the long rolling staircase. Harry walked faster with each step, his mind buzzing with questions. The curiosity of the woman sleeping directly beneath him was becoming unbearable. Who was she really? Had she just had the same dream as him? And most important of all, How did she seem to know him? He began to run out of patients with the turning stairway as well as with Ron, who was slowly, sleepily, trudging down one step at a time. The situation was not helped when they met up with the girls about seven stairs from the bottom. It was one thing to have two people in a narrow hallway, but four was a real challenge. But, eventually after quite a bit of position changing and several squashed toes, they all managed to make their way into the living room where they found most of the household already awake.
Ebony was sitting up on the couch, looking quite a bit calmer than she had when she had been pulled out from the snow. Mrs. Weasly was handing her another cup of tea. Fred and George were standing near the stairwell that Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny had all emerged from. Sirius and Lupin were both standing near the portrait of Mrs. Black holding the curtains shut to avoid more shrieks echoing through the house
"It's a bit ridiculous for all of you to stay up, I'm fine, really." Ebony said. Her voice was not soft or shaking now. It was low and fairly brassy.
"What happened?" Harry asked, rather boldly stepping out from the stair well.
"Nothing. She had a nightmare, that's all." Mrs. Weasly said . But Harry wasn't moving. Not until he'd gotten some answers.
"Right, nothing." Ebony insisted, perhaps sensing the resolve in Harry. "It's nice of you and everything but you should all go back to bed."
For Sirius, who was already wearing dark circles under his eyes, this seemed to be all the excuse he needed. He began to move towards his bedroom in the bottom corridor when Mrs.Weasly stopped him with one of her glances, which she usually reserved especially for her son's.
"Tell us what happened dear." She said as she moved her gaze to Ebony. "Well, like I said there's not much to tell." Ebony sounded as exasperated as Sirius looked. But she still continued. Harry waited with batted breath.
"I was walking in this corridor and I saw a kind of blackish grey door. I tried to turn and walk away from it, but then this hand.or something pushed me right in front of it. Someone was already there, in front of the door. They pointed this, stick thing at me and said something I don't remember. Then there was this explosion and I heard this high-pitched cold laugh. The next thing I knew, I was screaming my head off on the couch."
Harry gave a slight inaudible gasp. She had had the same dream as him. Why? He was about to ask when Mrs. Weasly said. "Well, then. Finish your tea and we'll all be off to bed." She got up from the couch and looked as if she were going to her bedroom, but as she passed she gave Sirius and Remus meaningful glances that told Harry there was to be another meeting in the kitchen.
The twins looked betrayed. Still, they apparated back to their room with out saying a word. And after a few minuets, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all began the long haul back up the stair case.
"Who is she?" Ginny asked. "Well, we don't really know." Answered Harry. Harry and Ron related the entire story to the girls. When they had finished, the girls both looked slightly bewildered.
"So they think she had her memory modified?" Hermione asked.
"Well, yeah. That's what Lupin and Moody said."
"Hmm." Said Hermione indefinatly
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron inquired "Well a memory modification is supposed to affect short term memory to isn't it? And, she remembered the dream that she had nearly perfectly. So, the way I see it she either had her memory modified and the charm has begun to wear off, or it was never modified to begin with."
The other three stared slight amazement at how Hermione could remember every aspect of her charms homework even at three o'clock in the morning. They kept walking up the stairs in silence. No one seemed in the mood to talk any more. At least not until morning. The girls reached their room and bid Ron and Harry good night. When the boys entered their room, Ron fell into his bed and was busy snoring within minuets. Harry however, worked against his desire to doze off. He still had questions he needed answered, and he was not exactly keen to go back down that corridor again. Especially not when he might have murdered someone, even if it was in a dream. Still his body was so tired that it eventually won the struggle and Harry was soon lost in a deep sleep.