Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He thought that it was the hospital
wing, anyway.
"Where am I?" he wondered out loud.
"You are in the hospital wing, Mr. Potter. That was quite a fall you took. And a big bruise, too." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"Where is everybody?" Harry asked, sitting up, only to be pushed back by Madam Pomfrey.
"It is exactly 11:04, Mr. Potter. They are all at lunch." She said.
"Harry, dear, please sit still. You took a bludger to the head. It's been a week since that incident." Madam Pomfrey pushed him back down again. "You need your rest."
"Okay, fine." Harry laid back and drank his sleeping potion.
Harry dreamed...
She was being tortured in a dark, dank room. He heard her screams, her cries for mercy. He wanted to stop, but an evil force made him plunge into the depths of torture.
There was a rack, and she was on it, her pleas were not penetrating his brain.
He left the room, and found himself looking at a reflection of himself...
He woke up, someone shaking him awake.
There was a puddle of sweat.
Wait. He thought. The dream.
The memories were so vivid. So real.
The thing that was really haunting him was the picture of the reflection of himself.
It was Malfoy.
A person fifty miles away from the castle could have heard Harry's scream.
But to the person who woke Harry up, it was normal.
All he did was put his finger in his ear, twisted it, and said, "I do believe that you scored a four on a scale of one to a hundred."
Harry looked at him with horror in his face as the stranger drew a knife.
"Now. I've heard people scream." He turned around and hurled the dagger at the wall.
THUNK!
Harry flinched as the stranger pulled the knife out of the wall, and turned towards him.
"Dang flies all over this place." He sighed.
"Still, when you hit them just right, they taste great, but..." He paused, looked at it, and tossed it over his shoulder. "This one is not worthy to be eaten by a Dragon Lord."
Harry gasped. "But I thought they were only mythical! They are about as rare as a golden hippogriff."
"Actually," said the Dragon Lord. "Where I come from, Golden Hippogriffs once did exist."
"Who are you?"
"Call me Dragon. My real name is... Well, I don't know. I never had to use that name for well over ten thousand years."
After five years of living in the wizarding world, hardly anything surprised Harry anymore. But this? It was just too much. "What? Ten thousand years?!? How old are you, anyhow?"
"Oh, boy. Not this again. Um... Well over two million years, but... Let's just say that Death ignores me."
"Wait a minute. Don't get me started on the whole Grim Reaper thing. There is no such thing as a seven foot tall skeleton in a black robe that carries a scythe."
"Wow. For once in this entire conversation, you are correct. Johnny, tell him what he's won! Actually, Death, if I my say so myself, is a very attractive woman."
Harry was too aghast to speak.
"Yes. A woman. Two fine sisters to help time along: Mother Nature and Death."
Dragon stopped, twitched his ears, and said, "I must leave."
There was a sudden puff of smoke, and a small pop.
Hermione burst in, gasping for air.
"Harry! I heard... cough, cough...the news."
"What? What's going on?" Harry sat up.
"You're coming out tomorrow."
Harry could hardly believe it. He wanted to tell his friends about Dragon, but something told him not to.
"Guys!" Harry said, remembering the dream. "I have something to tell you..."
He told everyone about the dream.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and fainted.
Harry quickly said, "Verus Mallus."
A bed suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Ron lifted Hermione onto it.
"Well, I'm going to find Luna. See ya, mate."
Ron walked out of the room.
Harry sighed, and went back to sleep.
"Where am I?" he wondered out loud.
"You are in the hospital wing, Mr. Potter. That was quite a fall you took. And a big bruise, too." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"Where is everybody?" Harry asked, sitting up, only to be pushed back by Madam Pomfrey.
"It is exactly 11:04, Mr. Potter. They are all at lunch." She said.
"Harry, dear, please sit still. You took a bludger to the head. It's been a week since that incident." Madam Pomfrey pushed him back down again. "You need your rest."
"Okay, fine." Harry laid back and drank his sleeping potion.
Harry dreamed...
She was being tortured in a dark, dank room. He heard her screams, her cries for mercy. He wanted to stop, but an evil force made him plunge into the depths of torture.
There was a rack, and she was on it, her pleas were not penetrating his brain.
He left the room, and found himself looking at a reflection of himself...
He woke up, someone shaking him awake.
There was a puddle of sweat.
Wait. He thought. The dream.
The memories were so vivid. So real.
The thing that was really haunting him was the picture of the reflection of himself.
It was Malfoy.
A person fifty miles away from the castle could have heard Harry's scream.
But to the person who woke Harry up, it was normal.
All he did was put his finger in his ear, twisted it, and said, "I do believe that you scored a four on a scale of one to a hundred."
Harry looked at him with horror in his face as the stranger drew a knife.
"Now. I've heard people scream." He turned around and hurled the dagger at the wall.
THUNK!
Harry flinched as the stranger pulled the knife out of the wall, and turned towards him.
"Dang flies all over this place." He sighed.
"Still, when you hit them just right, they taste great, but..." He paused, looked at it, and tossed it over his shoulder. "This one is not worthy to be eaten by a Dragon Lord."
Harry gasped. "But I thought they were only mythical! They are about as rare as a golden hippogriff."
"Actually," said the Dragon Lord. "Where I come from, Golden Hippogriffs once did exist."
"Who are you?"
"Call me Dragon. My real name is... Well, I don't know. I never had to use that name for well over ten thousand years."
After five years of living in the wizarding world, hardly anything surprised Harry anymore. But this? It was just too much. "What? Ten thousand years?!? How old are you, anyhow?"
"Oh, boy. Not this again. Um... Well over two million years, but... Let's just say that Death ignores me."
"Wait a minute. Don't get me started on the whole Grim Reaper thing. There is no such thing as a seven foot tall skeleton in a black robe that carries a scythe."
"Wow. For once in this entire conversation, you are correct. Johnny, tell him what he's won! Actually, Death, if I my say so myself, is a very attractive woman."
Harry was too aghast to speak.
"Yes. A woman. Two fine sisters to help time along: Mother Nature and Death."
Dragon stopped, twitched his ears, and said, "I must leave."
There was a sudden puff of smoke, and a small pop.
Hermione burst in, gasping for air.
"Harry! I heard... cough, cough...the news."
"What? What's going on?" Harry sat up.
"You're coming out tomorrow."
Harry could hardly believe it. He wanted to tell his friends about Dragon, but something told him not to.
"Guys!" Harry said, remembering the dream. "I have something to tell you..."
He told everyone about the dream.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and fainted.
Harry quickly said, "Verus Mallus."
A bed suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Ron lifted Hermione onto it.
"Well, I'm going to find Luna. See ya, mate."
Ron walked out of the room.
Harry sighed, and went back to sleep.