Chapter 3: Stone Steps
The next afternoon Harry found it intensely hard to concentrate in Defense Against the Dark Arts. His mind kept wandering to the previous nights events. Harry could hardly keep his eyes open. His eyes felt heavy and tired. Before anyone knew he had fallen asleep in class. Harry had begun to dream the weirdest dream. He was walking down the hall to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He could hear a voice coming from the office.
"Why am I dreaming this? This happened last night." He began to think.
"Harry." Miss Gertrude called upon him
Harry would not wake. His sleep went undisturbed. The teacher called upon him again.
"Harry, I want you to tell me how to defeat the Death-Clairvoyant!" she was beginning to get angry.
Hermione and Ron realizing that Harry just would not wake prodded him in the elbow. Malfoy and the other Slytherins began to laugh at him. Harry woke up with a stir.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Can you tell me how to defeat the Death-Clairvoyant?" she asked once more.
"Um, you can't really. You just have to, um, know if you want to die. And if you do, you follow him. If you don't you, um, you don't follow. I think." Harry replied.
"Well, Kind of correct. There is no real way to defeat it. It is based on wizard beliefs and there fore not much is known about this creature." She said as she looked at Harry in the eyes.
Harry had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What had just happened? Had Voldemort just looked through his mind? He turned to Hermione and Ron when Miss Gertrude had turned away. He had to tell them what had happened, as soon as possible.
At the end of class Hermione kept asking for the dream over and over again. Obviously she wanted to compare his dream with what actually happened.
"Harry, I think you should tell Professor Dumbledore. He should know. And if Voldemort knows you know. Well let's just say, it could be disastrous."
Harry didn't like the idea of telling Dumbledore what he dreamt. But Hermione had a point, as she usually did.
After classes that day, Harry was determined to tell Dumbledore. He wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He, Ron and Hermione went to Professor McGonigals' office and knocked on the door.
"Yes? Come in." She replied.
"Um, Professor, we'd like to speak to Professor Dumbledore." Harry stated.
"All right. Follow me."
It seemed like it took forever to get to the stone gargoyle. Things that were dreaded usually took time that way. When the had finally reached the gargoyle Harry had been so wrapped up in what he was going to say to him that he almost bumped into it.
Professor McGonigal waved her hand as she said "Albania."
The stone statue immediately began to move and they stepped onto the revolving staircase.
The next afternoon Harry found it intensely hard to concentrate in Defense Against the Dark Arts. His mind kept wandering to the previous nights events. Harry could hardly keep his eyes open. His eyes felt heavy and tired. Before anyone knew he had fallen asleep in class. Harry had begun to dream the weirdest dream. He was walking down the hall to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He could hear a voice coming from the office.
"Why am I dreaming this? This happened last night." He began to think.
"Harry." Miss Gertrude called upon him
Harry would not wake. His sleep went undisturbed. The teacher called upon him again.
"Harry, I want you to tell me how to defeat the Death-Clairvoyant!" she was beginning to get angry.
Hermione and Ron realizing that Harry just would not wake prodded him in the elbow. Malfoy and the other Slytherins began to laugh at him. Harry woke up with a stir.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Can you tell me how to defeat the Death-Clairvoyant?" she asked once more.
"Um, you can't really. You just have to, um, know if you want to die. And if you do, you follow him. If you don't you, um, you don't follow. I think." Harry replied.
"Well, Kind of correct. There is no real way to defeat it. It is based on wizard beliefs and there fore not much is known about this creature." She said as she looked at Harry in the eyes.
Harry had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What had just happened? Had Voldemort just looked through his mind? He turned to Hermione and Ron when Miss Gertrude had turned away. He had to tell them what had happened, as soon as possible.
At the end of class Hermione kept asking for the dream over and over again. Obviously she wanted to compare his dream with what actually happened.
"Harry, I think you should tell Professor Dumbledore. He should know. And if Voldemort knows you know. Well let's just say, it could be disastrous."
Harry didn't like the idea of telling Dumbledore what he dreamt. But Hermione had a point, as she usually did.
After classes that day, Harry was determined to tell Dumbledore. He wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He, Ron and Hermione went to Professor McGonigals' office and knocked on the door.
"Yes? Come in." She replied.
"Um, Professor, we'd like to speak to Professor Dumbledore." Harry stated.
"All right. Follow me."
It seemed like it took forever to get to the stone gargoyle. Things that were dreaded usually took time that way. When the had finally reached the gargoyle Harry had been so wrapped up in what he was going to say to him that he almost bumped into it.
Professor McGonigal waved her hand as she said "Albania."
The stone statue immediately began to move and they stepped onto the revolving staircase.