A/N: Oh my gosh you guys. I have the most severe case of writers block. I'm
dying here. I had this whole thing planned. I know what's going to happen
it's just... I can't write it down. ^^;; I'm really sorry if this chapter is
totally horrible but bare with me. Soon enough I'll get over it. (I HOPE!
*crosses fingers*) I just hope the characters aren't too out of character.
"So are you going to tell me about this nightmare?" Harry asked Lila who had been sitting quietly starting blankly at the crystal ball for most of Divinations.
"Huh?" Lila looked up at him not hearing what he said.
Harry sighed, "Something's obviously bothering you, what is it? Was it that nightmare of yours?"
"Well..." Lila said thinking for a moment, the last thing she wanted to do was tell him he was in it. "I was laying on the street, dying, alone. It was kind of creepy. Not really one of those happy ending dreams I usually have." She shrugged.
"...Oh?" Harry said, "Well, was it a brutal death?" He asked, before thinking, 'What a nice question to ask someone who looks scared to death.'
Lila quirked a brow, "Well kinda, I was bleeding to death, coughing up blood and all. But I couldn't shake the feeling that..." She looked kind of uncomfortable and stopped.
"Feeling that what?" Harry asked quite interested.
Lila lowered her voice quite a bit and leaned over the table so no one could hear her but Harry, "I got the eerie feeling He-who-must-not-"
"Voldemort," Harry corrected her.
"Uh, yeah him." Lila said looking even more uncomfortable. "I think he had something to do with it. I don't know why but you know how you just get one of those feelings and..."
"I understand completely. Believe me," Harry said with a nervous smile. "Have you told Hermione yet?"
"Yes, and I got the 'You should tell Dumbledore' speech," Lila rolled her eyes, "Like he doesn't have a million better things to do than listen to me ramble on about some nightmare that creeped me out slightly. He's not going to care."
"You never know," Harry said getting the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked over his shoulder to see Lavender and Pavarti standing there.
"Harry, don't get mad, I-we just need to talk to you," Pavarti said reading the less than amused look on his face.
"How long have you been standing there?" He asked calmly.
"Long enough," Lavender replied before Pavarti could open her mouth.
"What do you want from me this time?" Harry said trying to retain his cool tone.
"Er- we need to talk to you, alone," Pavarti said looking in Lila's direction. Lila gave an exasperated sigh; grabbing her things she left the table for another one. Lavender and Pavarti both tried to sit in Lila's empty seat at the same time. Lavender succeeded in knocking Pavarti clear off of it making her stand. Looking less than thrilled Pavarti continued, "Ok, we Saw everything."
"Saw?" Harry put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples. "Saw as in spied on me or saw as in divination saw?"
"Divination saw of course!" Lavender squealed.
"Great," Harry muttered.
"We know that Lila had a nightmare. We saw the whole thing yesterday." As Pavarti said this Harry put his hand back on the table and stared at her for a second. "You were in it!" She said in a loud whisper.
"What? She told me she died," Harry protested.
"Well she was dying. She didn't exactly get to the dead part. Hermione woke her up. But you were in it." Lavender interrupted.
"I didn't kill her did I?" Harry blurted.
Lavender shook her head. "No, no, of course not. You saved her-"
"Well, kind of saved her," Pavarti corrected her. "You came a little late, she was as good as dead by the time you got there."
"And why are you telling me this?" Harry asked a bit puzzled.
"We just thought you might like to know," Pavarti smiled, it was one of those girly smiles that made Harry un-easy. It always reminded him of Cho, one of those 'I know something you don't but I will never straight out tell you what it is' smiles. He hated those.
"So are you going to tell me about this nightmare?" Harry asked Lila who had been sitting quietly starting blankly at the crystal ball for most of Divinations.
"Huh?" Lila looked up at him not hearing what he said.
Harry sighed, "Something's obviously bothering you, what is it? Was it that nightmare of yours?"
"Well..." Lila said thinking for a moment, the last thing she wanted to do was tell him he was in it. "I was laying on the street, dying, alone. It was kind of creepy. Not really one of those happy ending dreams I usually have." She shrugged.
"...Oh?" Harry said, "Well, was it a brutal death?" He asked, before thinking, 'What a nice question to ask someone who looks scared to death.'
Lila quirked a brow, "Well kinda, I was bleeding to death, coughing up blood and all. But I couldn't shake the feeling that..." She looked kind of uncomfortable and stopped.
"Feeling that what?" Harry asked quite interested.
Lila lowered her voice quite a bit and leaned over the table so no one could hear her but Harry, "I got the eerie feeling He-who-must-not-"
"Voldemort," Harry corrected her.
"Uh, yeah him." Lila said looking even more uncomfortable. "I think he had something to do with it. I don't know why but you know how you just get one of those feelings and..."
"I understand completely. Believe me," Harry said with a nervous smile. "Have you told Hermione yet?"
"Yes, and I got the 'You should tell Dumbledore' speech," Lila rolled her eyes, "Like he doesn't have a million better things to do than listen to me ramble on about some nightmare that creeped me out slightly. He's not going to care."
"You never know," Harry said getting the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked over his shoulder to see Lavender and Pavarti standing there.
"Harry, don't get mad, I-we just need to talk to you," Pavarti said reading the less than amused look on his face.
"How long have you been standing there?" He asked calmly.
"Long enough," Lavender replied before Pavarti could open her mouth.
"What do you want from me this time?" Harry said trying to retain his cool tone.
"Er- we need to talk to you, alone," Pavarti said looking in Lila's direction. Lila gave an exasperated sigh; grabbing her things she left the table for another one. Lavender and Pavarti both tried to sit in Lila's empty seat at the same time. Lavender succeeded in knocking Pavarti clear off of it making her stand. Looking less than thrilled Pavarti continued, "Ok, we Saw everything."
"Saw?" Harry put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples. "Saw as in spied on me or saw as in divination saw?"
"Divination saw of course!" Lavender squealed.
"Great," Harry muttered.
"We know that Lila had a nightmare. We saw the whole thing yesterday." As Pavarti said this Harry put his hand back on the table and stared at her for a second. "You were in it!" She said in a loud whisper.
"What? She told me she died," Harry protested.
"Well she was dying. She didn't exactly get to the dead part. Hermione woke her up. But you were in it." Lavender interrupted.
"I didn't kill her did I?" Harry blurted.
Lavender shook her head. "No, no, of course not. You saved her-"
"Well, kind of saved her," Pavarti corrected her. "You came a little late, she was as good as dead by the time you got there."
"And why are you telling me this?" Harry asked a bit puzzled.
"We just thought you might like to know," Pavarti smiled, it was one of those girly smiles that made Harry un-easy. It always reminded him of Cho, one of those 'I know something you don't but I will never straight out tell you what it is' smiles. He hated those.