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Harry sat next to Hermione at the long Gryffindor table. Ron was sitting across from them as well as Carmen and Ginny, Neville was on the other side of Hermione. Carmen wouldn't make eye contact with Harry, but found her empty plate very interesting.
"Harry, I'm sorry I told. I just think they would have wanted to know, because of your past with dreams coming true," said Hermione after a long uncomfortable silence.
"So, I guess everyone knows, huh?" he said.
"Knows what?" asked Neville leaning into the table so he could see Harry.
Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Even though Neville was a good friend, he didn't want to tell him that he might die soon. Even though that wasn't in his dream, he knew it would happen. Voldemort never took prisoners.
McGonagall stepped out in front off everyone carrying the tattered hat and placed it on its stool. The scared first years stumbled into the room, soaking wet from the rain. Hagrid took his place at the table and waited for the Sorting to begin. The Hat broke out into song, singing of the past wizards that had started the school and a description of each house. Then McGonagall picked up her lists of students and read them off. Each student was placed into a house, some quicker than others, and when the ceremony was finished Gryffindor had twenty new members. Dumbledore sat up and walked to his podium. He looked more refreshed and relaxed than he had when Harry had spoken to him earlier.
"Welcome, all new students, and to all of you old ones, when will you leave already?" he said with a wide smile. When the light chuckle died down he went on with his speech. "The rules this year are the same, no one is permitted in The Forbidden Forest, Filch is requesting that jinxes will not be used in the halls, and a new rule is that a small swamp that was created last year will please not be touched, thank you. Now let me begin by introducing you to your new Potions teacher, Professor Boyd," a tiny man stood up and waked his hand then quickly sat back down. "Now your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is not so much of a stranger, but he is the old Potions teacher, Professor Snape."
Harry's mouth dropped as Snape stood and then sat. He had finally gotten the job he wanted. That meant that he would be fighting against Snape, and Snape against Harry. He knew that this could only end badly. The whole Slytherin table stood in applause for Snape and the entire Gryffindor table made a large groan. Snape made an ugly smile to his house in appreciation.
"Yes, it is wonderful, now sit down," continued Dumbledore. "Everyone, tuck in!"
Then when they looked down at their plates a huge feast had appeared. Harry found himself eating his body weight in bangers and. mash and pumpkin pasties. When Harry had finished he felt as if he was about to bust. He looked around and noticed that everyone else looked as if they were finished also, except for Ron who was still stuffing his face with chicken, even though he had slowed down from the beginning of the meal. Soon he pushed his plate aside and started a conversation about Quidditch and how England was robbed from the Cup this year.
Soon Dumbledore had cleared the plates and everyone went to their common room. Hermione and Ron went to show the Gryffindor first years to the room and Harry ended up walking with Neville, Ginny, and Carmen.
"Harry, can I speak to you?" asked Carmen while they walked up at flight of stairs.
"Sure," Harry had been wanting to say something to her, but wasn't too sure how she was feeling about everything.
Carmen didn't speak for a while; she was trying to pick her words carefully. "Harry, are you okay?"
"I've been better, but I'm doing fine, why?" he asked.
"No reason, just trying to stall for time," she said with a smile. Then when she finally looked up at him she had tears brimmed in her eyes. "Harry, I'm scared. I think everyone is. Grandfather told he me that he was worried about the future of everyone, muggles and wizards. Voldemort won't care who you are, even if you're a faithful follower, he will kill you. He will kill us all."
"I'm scared too, but we have to stick together. We can't show our fear, just remember that you have people you can turn to. I'm always here for you, don't forget that," Harry said looking deeply into her eyes. He had no idea where this speech was coming from, but it was good.
Carmen smiled at him as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you."
Harry just smiled and helped her find the Gryffindor common room. They told the Fat Lady the password, found a seat in the comfortable common room, and started a conversation about Quidditch. Carmen was as sucked into the game as Harry was, if that was possible. They were both big fans of the London team, but Carmen also enjoyed the Bulgarian team. She told Harry that Victor Krumm was her crush for two weeks when she went to the World Cup two years before.
"You were at the World Cup?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, that was an amazingly short game, was it not?" she said remembering how Victor caught the Snitch and still lost. "He should have at least just followed the Snitch until their team was a little more ahead, but I guess I would have wanted to quit too if my nose were bleeding like his."
Harry remembered the event and how he was so excited about getting away from the Weasly's. They kept talking on the couch and Hermione and Ron joined them. Hermione and Carmen broke off into their own conversation and Harry and Ron finished the original one. After a while of talking they looked up and noticed only a few people were still sitting in the common room. Everyone was tired so they all headed off to bed. Harry and Ron went to their old dormitory, and Harry saw that both Hedwig and Pigwidgeon were waiting for them. Harry went to stroke Hedwig's feathers and Hedwig cooed lightly. Harry felt comforted just to be in her presence, and when he went to bed, sleep came easily.
Harry stared at Dumbledore's lifeless body. He felt the tears fall, the screams of everyone in the room caused Voldemort's smile to widen. He laughed loudly as he walked over and lifted Dumbledore's head to look at him.
"Who's scared now?" he said then dropping it.
Harry shivered when his body just seemed to be limp. "You bastard!"
Voldemort's eyes lifted, "Now Harry, are you sure that's the way you're supposed to speak to your new leader. Just for that I think you will be killed last, so you watch as each of your friends are killed. Who will be next?"
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes, "Don't kill her? I think I will!"
Voldemort turned to Carmen and pointed his wand in her direction and then those awful words formed in his lips, "Avada Kedarva!"
Harry sat straight up, breathing hard. His heart was moving at a rapid pace as he had the last time he had the dream. He looked over to see that Ron was standing next to his bed looking worried.
"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked when Harry looked at him.
"I don't think so, I need to speak to Dumbledore," Harry stood up and he felt that it had taken all the energy for him to stand. "Will you help me Ron?"
Ron nodded and he helped Harry walk to Dumbledore's office. While they walked through the deserted common room they were surprised to be met by Dumbledore. He stood there looking worried and tired when he saw Harry. He rushed over to him to help Ron place him on the couch.
"What's wrong with Harry?" asked Ron. Harry had gone pale and was breathing very shallow.
"Voldemort is showing him images in his dreams, true images," he said through worried eyes.
Harry wanted to tell them that he was sitting right there and that he could hear that they were talking about him. He wanted to, but he couldn't. When he tried the only thing he could make was a small moan that sounded like this: "Grblemorphniss."
"Harry, don't talk. Just sit here and wait for your energy to return, and when it does go get breakfast. Don't tell anyone about your dream, and that means Hermione. I know how that is hard for you two to keep something from her, but for the safety of everyone you need to keep this a secret and let me handle this. Harry, next Tuesday I want you to meet me in my office after your classes. We will start your Occlumency," said Dumbledore as he got up and started to leave.
Harry nodded, his energy slowly rolled back to him as his color also came back. Ron, as a faithful friend, waited with Harry until he had enough energy to eat breakfast. Harry stared at the meal that Ron had made him for a while. He really didn't feel like eating, he felt like running, like running away from this school, away from everything that he put to harm.
Soon Hermione and Carmen walked into the hall looking refreshed and happy, oblivious to the fact that Harry had seen Carmen die. He tried to straighten himself up, to not look so miserable. The girls sat across from Ron and Harry and started to talk about how excited they were about getting their O.W.L. notes. Finally after a long wait McGonagall passed out the schedules and the notes. Harry looked at his, he had completely forgotten about them. He was very curious, but he didn't want to be disappointed. He knew he needed high marks in Transfiguration, Potions, and Defence Against the Dark Arts to become an Auror, but what if he didn't. Could he handle that pressure of failing after all of the dreams he had been having and all of the studying he had gone through? Harry slowly turned his O.W.L. notes over. He heard Hermione make squeaks of joy for making O's on every subject, but would he do anywhere near as well? He opened the envelope to read the notes and found his mouth dropping. History of Magic: D Charms: A Defence Against the Dark Arts: O Divination: A Herbology: A Transfiguration: E Astrology: A Care of Magical Creatures: A Potions: E
Harry's mouth dropped, an E in Potions. He read it four times to see if it was correct, and when he realized it had to be. He couldn't stop laughing.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked Ron looking away from his notes.
Harry shoved the paper in the middle and everyone leaned in to read it.
"Harry, that's great! The only one that you did bad on was the one that is completely explainable," Hermione said smiling widely at Harry. "What are your classes?"
Harry looked at his schedule. "Today I have Potions, double Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration," he said smiling at his sheet.
"Oh, me too," said Carmen looking at her schedule. Her O.W.L. notes had been sent to her from America. "Is there any teachers I should be worried about?"
The trio looked at each other and at the same time said, "Snape."
Carmen groaned and sunk into her seat.
Please do not hate me for killing people! Who knows, I might not make it happen, or will I? Read more and find out!
Harry sat next to Hermione at the long Gryffindor table. Ron was sitting across from them as well as Carmen and Ginny, Neville was on the other side of Hermione. Carmen wouldn't make eye contact with Harry, but found her empty plate very interesting.
"Harry, I'm sorry I told. I just think they would have wanted to know, because of your past with dreams coming true," said Hermione after a long uncomfortable silence.
"So, I guess everyone knows, huh?" he said.
"Knows what?" asked Neville leaning into the table so he could see Harry.
Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Even though Neville was a good friend, he didn't want to tell him that he might die soon. Even though that wasn't in his dream, he knew it would happen. Voldemort never took prisoners.
McGonagall stepped out in front off everyone carrying the tattered hat and placed it on its stool. The scared first years stumbled into the room, soaking wet from the rain. Hagrid took his place at the table and waited for the Sorting to begin. The Hat broke out into song, singing of the past wizards that had started the school and a description of each house. Then McGonagall picked up her lists of students and read them off. Each student was placed into a house, some quicker than others, and when the ceremony was finished Gryffindor had twenty new members. Dumbledore sat up and walked to his podium. He looked more refreshed and relaxed than he had when Harry had spoken to him earlier.
"Welcome, all new students, and to all of you old ones, when will you leave already?" he said with a wide smile. When the light chuckle died down he went on with his speech. "The rules this year are the same, no one is permitted in The Forbidden Forest, Filch is requesting that jinxes will not be used in the halls, and a new rule is that a small swamp that was created last year will please not be touched, thank you. Now let me begin by introducing you to your new Potions teacher, Professor Boyd," a tiny man stood up and waked his hand then quickly sat back down. "Now your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is not so much of a stranger, but he is the old Potions teacher, Professor Snape."
Harry's mouth dropped as Snape stood and then sat. He had finally gotten the job he wanted. That meant that he would be fighting against Snape, and Snape against Harry. He knew that this could only end badly. The whole Slytherin table stood in applause for Snape and the entire Gryffindor table made a large groan. Snape made an ugly smile to his house in appreciation.
"Yes, it is wonderful, now sit down," continued Dumbledore. "Everyone, tuck in!"
Then when they looked down at their plates a huge feast had appeared. Harry found himself eating his body weight in bangers and. mash and pumpkin pasties. When Harry had finished he felt as if he was about to bust. He looked around and noticed that everyone else looked as if they were finished also, except for Ron who was still stuffing his face with chicken, even though he had slowed down from the beginning of the meal. Soon he pushed his plate aside and started a conversation about Quidditch and how England was robbed from the Cup this year.
Soon Dumbledore had cleared the plates and everyone went to their common room. Hermione and Ron went to show the Gryffindor first years to the room and Harry ended up walking with Neville, Ginny, and Carmen.
"Harry, can I speak to you?" asked Carmen while they walked up at flight of stairs.
"Sure," Harry had been wanting to say something to her, but wasn't too sure how she was feeling about everything.
Carmen didn't speak for a while; she was trying to pick her words carefully. "Harry, are you okay?"
"I've been better, but I'm doing fine, why?" he asked.
"No reason, just trying to stall for time," she said with a smile. Then when she finally looked up at him she had tears brimmed in her eyes. "Harry, I'm scared. I think everyone is. Grandfather told he me that he was worried about the future of everyone, muggles and wizards. Voldemort won't care who you are, even if you're a faithful follower, he will kill you. He will kill us all."
"I'm scared too, but we have to stick together. We can't show our fear, just remember that you have people you can turn to. I'm always here for you, don't forget that," Harry said looking deeply into her eyes. He had no idea where this speech was coming from, but it was good.
Carmen smiled at him as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you."
Harry just smiled and helped her find the Gryffindor common room. They told the Fat Lady the password, found a seat in the comfortable common room, and started a conversation about Quidditch. Carmen was as sucked into the game as Harry was, if that was possible. They were both big fans of the London team, but Carmen also enjoyed the Bulgarian team. She told Harry that Victor Krumm was her crush for two weeks when she went to the World Cup two years before.
"You were at the World Cup?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, that was an amazingly short game, was it not?" she said remembering how Victor caught the Snitch and still lost. "He should have at least just followed the Snitch until their team was a little more ahead, but I guess I would have wanted to quit too if my nose were bleeding like his."
Harry remembered the event and how he was so excited about getting away from the Weasly's. They kept talking on the couch and Hermione and Ron joined them. Hermione and Carmen broke off into their own conversation and Harry and Ron finished the original one. After a while of talking they looked up and noticed only a few people were still sitting in the common room. Everyone was tired so they all headed off to bed. Harry and Ron went to their old dormitory, and Harry saw that both Hedwig and Pigwidgeon were waiting for them. Harry went to stroke Hedwig's feathers and Hedwig cooed lightly. Harry felt comforted just to be in her presence, and when he went to bed, sleep came easily.
Harry stared at Dumbledore's lifeless body. He felt the tears fall, the screams of everyone in the room caused Voldemort's smile to widen. He laughed loudly as he walked over and lifted Dumbledore's head to look at him.
"Who's scared now?" he said then dropping it.
Harry shivered when his body just seemed to be limp. "You bastard!"
Voldemort's eyes lifted, "Now Harry, are you sure that's the way you're supposed to speak to your new leader. Just for that I think you will be killed last, so you watch as each of your friends are killed. Who will be next?"
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes, "Don't kill her? I think I will!"
Voldemort turned to Carmen and pointed his wand in her direction and then those awful words formed in his lips, "Avada Kedarva!"
Harry sat straight up, breathing hard. His heart was moving at a rapid pace as he had the last time he had the dream. He looked over to see that Ron was standing next to his bed looking worried.
"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked when Harry looked at him.
"I don't think so, I need to speak to Dumbledore," Harry stood up and he felt that it had taken all the energy for him to stand. "Will you help me Ron?"
Ron nodded and he helped Harry walk to Dumbledore's office. While they walked through the deserted common room they were surprised to be met by Dumbledore. He stood there looking worried and tired when he saw Harry. He rushed over to him to help Ron place him on the couch.
"What's wrong with Harry?" asked Ron. Harry had gone pale and was breathing very shallow.
"Voldemort is showing him images in his dreams, true images," he said through worried eyes.
Harry wanted to tell them that he was sitting right there and that he could hear that they were talking about him. He wanted to, but he couldn't. When he tried the only thing he could make was a small moan that sounded like this: "Grblemorphniss."
"Harry, don't talk. Just sit here and wait for your energy to return, and when it does go get breakfast. Don't tell anyone about your dream, and that means Hermione. I know how that is hard for you two to keep something from her, but for the safety of everyone you need to keep this a secret and let me handle this. Harry, next Tuesday I want you to meet me in my office after your classes. We will start your Occlumency," said Dumbledore as he got up and started to leave.
Harry nodded, his energy slowly rolled back to him as his color also came back. Ron, as a faithful friend, waited with Harry until he had enough energy to eat breakfast. Harry stared at the meal that Ron had made him for a while. He really didn't feel like eating, he felt like running, like running away from this school, away from everything that he put to harm.
Soon Hermione and Carmen walked into the hall looking refreshed and happy, oblivious to the fact that Harry had seen Carmen die. He tried to straighten himself up, to not look so miserable. The girls sat across from Ron and Harry and started to talk about how excited they were about getting their O.W.L. notes. Finally after a long wait McGonagall passed out the schedules and the notes. Harry looked at his, he had completely forgotten about them. He was very curious, but he didn't want to be disappointed. He knew he needed high marks in Transfiguration, Potions, and Defence Against the Dark Arts to become an Auror, but what if he didn't. Could he handle that pressure of failing after all of the dreams he had been having and all of the studying he had gone through? Harry slowly turned his O.W.L. notes over. He heard Hermione make squeaks of joy for making O's on every subject, but would he do anywhere near as well? He opened the envelope to read the notes and found his mouth dropping. History of Magic: D Charms: A Defence Against the Dark Arts: O Divination: A Herbology: A Transfiguration: E Astrology: A Care of Magical Creatures: A Potions: E
Harry's mouth dropped, an E in Potions. He read it four times to see if it was correct, and when he realized it had to be. He couldn't stop laughing.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked Ron looking away from his notes.
Harry shoved the paper in the middle and everyone leaned in to read it.
"Harry, that's great! The only one that you did bad on was the one that is completely explainable," Hermione said smiling widely at Harry. "What are your classes?"
Harry looked at his schedule. "Today I have Potions, double Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration," he said smiling at his sheet.
"Oh, me too," said Carmen looking at her schedule. Her O.W.L. notes had been sent to her from America. "Is there any teachers I should be worried about?"
The trio looked at each other and at the same time said, "Snape."
Carmen groaned and sunk into her seat.
Please do not hate me for killing people! Who knows, I might not make it happen, or will I? Read more and find out!