Disclaimer and dedication in the first chapter.
Author's Note: Me and King Akvar have a nice story written on his account. It all started with the Red Dragons Order saying something she shouldn't have. Swear to God that it is good. -at least in our opinion (including Red Dragons Order's)-
Chapter 8: Darkness all around us
Harry was looking at a dark room.
*-Nagini-* he hissed. *-Where are you, Nagini?-*
*-Here, massster-* answered the snake.
*-Where isss your sssson, Nagini?-*
"He hassssn't come yet, masssster-*
Harry scratched his chin, thinking. Suddenly, another snake hissed:
*-I have come, massster, mother.-*
*-What can you tell me?-*
*-Towerssss is in London, masssster. He will kill tonight, massster-*
*-Good, good-*
*-He will kill with poisssson, massster-*
*-Very good. Leave now.-*
*-Yessss massster-*
The snake left.
*-What do you think, Nagini?-*
*-Towersss is a bad man. He will go to Azssskaban-*
*-He will, won't he?-*
The dream faded and Harry woke up, having a weird feeling and with his scar hurting badly. When he realized where he was, he jumped out of bed and ran outside Gryffindor Tower and down the halls.
He ran quickly past Peeves, who yelled something bad at him, and past Nearly Headless Nick who asked him what he was doing in his pijama outside his tower.
He also ran past Mrs. Norris who immediately went after Filch. Harry ran even faster and made it to the entrance of Dumbledore's office.
"Um, sherbet lemon?"
The statue wouldn't move.
"Cherry pie? Chocolate? Cocoa? Candy? Sugar Quills? Cockroach Cluster? Hurry up or Filch will catch me! Cake? Smarties? Donuts?"
The statue jumped out of his way.
"Thanks"
He climbed the stairs and got to the door and knocked. Of course, no answer! Just his luck. But this was important. Harry carefully pushed the door and stuck his head inside.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
No answer.
"Professor?"
Fawkes looked at him curiously.
"I need to talk to Dumbledore, Fawkes."
The phoenix sang a few notes and a sleepy voice sounded from behind a door:
"Coming, coming!"
Dumbledore appeared in a few seconds, in some night robes.
"Harry, what brings you here?"
"Professor, I had a dream."
The Headmaster's face got very serious. It was just two weeks away from the other.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I. I was Voldemort and a snake told me that Towers will kill tonight, that he will poison someone. And then Nagini said -do you know Nagini, Professor?" Dumbledore nodded and Harry continued: "Nagini said that Towers is an evil man and he will go to Azkaban."
"Harry, I want you to do something" said Dumbledore, looking concerned. "When Voldemort appears to you, try to concentrate as much as you can on your heart. He can't stand that."
Harry nodded.
"I will, Professor" he answered.
"Now go to bed, Harry"
Dumbledore sounded tired and worried and Harry complied. He would tell Ron and Hermione tomorrow.
////****
That morning, after his best friends got over the state of total panic, they went to breakfast. The atmosphere was wrong. Everybody seemed to be shocked or scared or amazed. Harry went straight to Ginny and she handed him the 'Daily Prophet'.
Death in London
Well known witch Monica Kane has been killed yesterday in her apartment in London. Jack Towers has been seen last night around her apartment, but the Aurors said it probably was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
But the Dark Mark has not been seen around. Auror Kingsley says the author was probably a Death Eater. He also says it could have been a Muggle, since the witch was poisoned and was known to have problems with Muggle Mafia.
"You were right, mate" said Ron. "Towers did poison someone."
"But do you think it was Towers?" asked Hermione. "It might be a set-up."
"I don't know" answered Harry truthfully.
Amala appeared around, wearing a weird expression.
"Did you hear about the murder?" she asked them and they nodded. "Kane" she whispered. "Where have I heard of her from?"
"You heard of her?" asked Ron curiously.
"I think so" she answered. "Yes. She was saying something about her having a quarrel with the Towers guy. But that was a long time ago"
Hermione, Ron and Harry exchanged looks. This was not good. Either Towers was guilty and then he would be on the dark side and they'd lose a great wizard or he was good and it would be a setup. And a damned good one, too.
They set out for classes, unfortunately having double Potions. Well, unfortunately for Harry, Ron and Hermione, but fortunately for Amala. She didn't seem to have a care in the world and she had a dreamy look in her eyes, but she was still brewing the potion correctly -how annoying when some people can do that easily, while others can't even do one thing right. If only they could have talked in that class! Maybe she could come up with a god explanation for the murder. But no, did they trust her enough? Well, she did keep the secret about Sirius. Yes, they should tell her.
Next class, they had Double Charms, so why not tell her then? It was the perfect opportunity, since the whole class was such a chaos that nobody could possibly hear them.
They sat at their seats and started trying to make illusions of their rocks. They had advanced a lot since their first class and now they could make somewhat life-like illusions of objects. Flitwick told them that their illusions would eventually even start to feel real, and, if they were illusions of live animals or even humans, they could be controlled by their makers.
"Imagine the fun that would be" said Ron, enthusiastically. "We could make illusions of Malfoy and make him go to class and loose points for Slytherins and."
"Ron", Hermione interfered, "to make an illusion that life like is extremely difficult and there are ways to tell if that is an illusion or not, if the caster is not powerful enough. Really, I don't think that Malfoy would be around when you will manage to do that, and even if he will, you'd have to be able to see your illusion, since you can't see through its eyes and."
"O.K., Hermione, I got it!" Ron replied slightly annoyed. "I was just day dreaming!"
"Guys, do you think we should tell Amala about my dream now?" Harry asked before it would develop in a full-scale war.
"Yeah, sure mate" answered Ron and made a sign for her to join them. She easily got away from her seat and came to them without Flitwick or anybody else noticing. Anyway, it was hard for anybody to notice her with all the chaos that was around: Seamus had blown up his rock, Neville was trying to put the fire out, Dean was creating ghost-like illusions of everything around, proving not to have a really good aim and Flitwick. Flitwick was running around the room and trying to get everybody to calm down.
"Amala, we've got something to tell you" said Ron.
"I had a dream last night." started Harry to tell her, but then realized that she had no clue of what was up with him dreaming. "Me and Voldemort have a connection because of the curse that didn't work" Harry explained. "And sometimes we can see in each other. I dream of what he's doing, for example"
"Aha" she said and waited for him to continue.
"And last night I had one of those dreams. Voldemort was speaking to two snakes. One of them said that Towers will poison someone and the other said that Towers is a bad man and will end up in Azkaban."
"Whoa. And this really happened?" she asked.
"I think so. What do you make of it?"
"Well, there are two choices: one of them is that Towers is guilty and a rival or something of Voldemort and the other is that he's innocent and it's a set-up."
"Just our thoughts" answered Hermione.
"But can you really see inside his head, Harry?" she asked excitedly. "And do these dreams really happen? Oh, you're a true Seer."
"Please, don't" Harry mumbled.
"Oh, and it must be wonderful for you to know his plans and."
"It's not. I hate every second of it, every minute of it. And I think he can see inside my head, too."
"But, surely, it must be great that."
"There's nothing great about it, trust me. Last year he tricked me with this and that's. that's how Sirius died... Because of me. Because I never wondered if that dream was true or not."
"That's not true, mate" Ron said comfortingly. "It's not because of you."
"Flitwick is coming! Quick!" said Hermione and started creating illusions of rocks everywhere to pretend that they had been working and not talking.
"Good, Mrs. Granger, good!" said Flitwick seeing her older illusions, not noticing the new ones were pretty bad. "Five points to Gryffindor!"
**/*/*/*/*
The next days passed by quickly, with Amala looking after Snape on every corridor and no more news on Kane's murder or on Jack Towers. Friday night reached them happily chatting about Draco's 'accident' on a corridor. Peeves had dropped a few water balloons on his head, making him run away and take the stairs for getting as quickly as possible to class. However, he had forgotten about a trap step and he tumbled down the stairs when the step broke under him. He landed, of course, in the middle of a Gryffindor group.
"Did you see the look on his face?" asked Ron, chuckling. "It was pain when he fell and terror when he saw he had landed at our feet."
"Oh, yes. I think Mrs. Pomfrey will keep him in the Hospital Wing for a while" said Hermione, chuckling. "Too bad we didn't have a camera, though. It would have been great to always have his pained face as a thing to cheer up on."
"I think we had a very bad influence on you, Hermione" noticed Ron.
"Yeah, you probably did." She answered. "Well, I'm full. Shall we go to our common room?"
"Sure" they answered, although Ron seemed to still want to eat.
They went up the stairs, past Mrs. Norris who meowed menacingly and past Nearly Headless Nick who told them that Peeves was chased around the castle by Filch.
"Bad thing Malfoy fell down the stairs. They should throw Peeves out of the castle, or at least try to hold him from doing such things" the ghost added, not seeming too concerned though.
They went passed him and got to the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Red flower"
The portrait opened and they passed through it, getting to the common room.
"I'm off too bed." Said Amala and left with Hermione.
"Hey, Harry?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Could I please copy your homework for Defence? I haven't done it."
"Sure, it's on the table."
Ron got himself a piece of parchment and started copying. Harry yawned and went upstairs. He got into his pijamas and collapsed on the bed. How on Earth did Ron have enough energy to copy his homework? He sure didn't.
/*/*/*/*/*/*
A black pair of eyes watched him in the dark and Harry remembered, like from a dream, Dumbledore's advice to concentrate on his heart.
"Don't be afraid, young one" a voice said. "I have not brought you here to hurt you."
"Why did you bring me here?" asked Harry. He realized that he was himself and that was good.
"To tell you. To warn you. Your life is difficult, young Potter, like it has always been in your family. But remember, great deeds bring great rewards."
"Who are you?" Harry asked, not feeling too comfortable.
"Ahhh. My name shall not be mentioned now."
Harry noticed that the voice sounded human, but also deep and good, reminding him of the tales with good kings and queens and great deeds. It also seemed ancient and powerful.
"My name is not important. But what will happen is. Great deeds will come that you do not expect and things you dare not even dream off will come true. And I don't necessarily mean that they are good or bad, young Potter. They just are. Remember always not to judge a book by its cover and not to oppose your destiny. Remember not to ask destiny to change itself for you and do not think that what has worked once always will. Truth and reality are always changing and a way that might lead you to victory today might lead you to death tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. It was confusing.
"You will realize the meaning of my words when you will be in the situations that I'm talking about. And remember. remember that friendship, loyalty, courage, trust and love can save you from the worst situations. I leave you now, young one, but one day we shall meet again."
Harry felt that dream melting away and he could swear he heard the pleasant, deep voice say goodbye. He opened his eyes in the darkness of his chamber, feeling totally refreshed. The man with that voice was his friend and helper. He knew it. But should he tell Dumbledore or his friends about it?
/*-/*-/*-/*--/-*//*-
Author's Note: Me and King Akvar have a nice story written on his account. It all started with the Red Dragons Order saying something she shouldn't have. Swear to God that it is good. -at least in our opinion (including Red Dragons Order's)- I know I also said this at the beginning, but this way maybe somebody will actually read the note.
Oh, and do review if you read. I love reviews, they make me jump up and down on my seat.
Thanks: To Naomie, my faithful reader. Do read my and King Akvar's story, you might like it. *smiles widely*. Thank you.
To the Red Dragons Order: Thank you for reviewing. *smiling even wider*. Did I ever mention that I got to this site because of you?
To Bogdan-ag: Ma bucur ca iti place. And you'll have to give me a cookie. *winks*.
To Megsalette: You think Snape and Amala are disgusting. But I find Snape oddly attractive. Oddly attractive. To find out what I can actually find at the guy, read the Red Dragons Order HP/SS SLASH. And maybe you'll be even more disgusted, but anyways.
I'm glad you think my writing is good and I hope you'll read this chapter too.
Author's Note: Me and King Akvar have a nice story written on his account. It all started with the Red Dragons Order saying something she shouldn't have. Swear to God that it is good. -at least in our opinion (including Red Dragons Order's)-
Chapter 8: Darkness all around us
Harry was looking at a dark room.
*-Nagini-* he hissed. *-Where are you, Nagini?-*
*-Here, massster-* answered the snake.
*-Where isss your sssson, Nagini?-*
"He hassssn't come yet, masssster-*
Harry scratched his chin, thinking. Suddenly, another snake hissed:
*-I have come, massster, mother.-*
*-What can you tell me?-*
*-Towerssss is in London, masssster. He will kill tonight, massster-*
*-Good, good-*
*-He will kill with poisssson, massster-*
*-Very good. Leave now.-*
*-Yessss massster-*
The snake left.
*-What do you think, Nagini?-*
*-Towersss is a bad man. He will go to Azssskaban-*
*-He will, won't he?-*
The dream faded and Harry woke up, having a weird feeling and with his scar hurting badly. When he realized where he was, he jumped out of bed and ran outside Gryffindor Tower and down the halls.
He ran quickly past Peeves, who yelled something bad at him, and past Nearly Headless Nick who asked him what he was doing in his pijama outside his tower.
He also ran past Mrs. Norris who immediately went after Filch. Harry ran even faster and made it to the entrance of Dumbledore's office.
"Um, sherbet lemon?"
The statue wouldn't move.
"Cherry pie? Chocolate? Cocoa? Candy? Sugar Quills? Cockroach Cluster? Hurry up or Filch will catch me! Cake? Smarties? Donuts?"
The statue jumped out of his way.
"Thanks"
He climbed the stairs and got to the door and knocked. Of course, no answer! Just his luck. But this was important. Harry carefully pushed the door and stuck his head inside.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
No answer.
"Professor?"
Fawkes looked at him curiously.
"I need to talk to Dumbledore, Fawkes."
The phoenix sang a few notes and a sleepy voice sounded from behind a door:
"Coming, coming!"
Dumbledore appeared in a few seconds, in some night robes.
"Harry, what brings you here?"
"Professor, I had a dream."
The Headmaster's face got very serious. It was just two weeks away from the other.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I. I was Voldemort and a snake told me that Towers will kill tonight, that he will poison someone. And then Nagini said -do you know Nagini, Professor?" Dumbledore nodded and Harry continued: "Nagini said that Towers is an evil man and he will go to Azkaban."
"Harry, I want you to do something" said Dumbledore, looking concerned. "When Voldemort appears to you, try to concentrate as much as you can on your heart. He can't stand that."
Harry nodded.
"I will, Professor" he answered.
"Now go to bed, Harry"
Dumbledore sounded tired and worried and Harry complied. He would tell Ron and Hermione tomorrow.
////****
That morning, after his best friends got over the state of total panic, they went to breakfast. The atmosphere was wrong. Everybody seemed to be shocked or scared or amazed. Harry went straight to Ginny and she handed him the 'Daily Prophet'.
Death in London
Well known witch Monica Kane has been killed yesterday in her apartment in London. Jack Towers has been seen last night around her apartment, but the Aurors said it probably was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
But the Dark Mark has not been seen around. Auror Kingsley says the author was probably a Death Eater. He also says it could have been a Muggle, since the witch was poisoned and was known to have problems with Muggle Mafia.
"You were right, mate" said Ron. "Towers did poison someone."
"But do you think it was Towers?" asked Hermione. "It might be a set-up."
"I don't know" answered Harry truthfully.
Amala appeared around, wearing a weird expression.
"Did you hear about the murder?" she asked them and they nodded. "Kane" she whispered. "Where have I heard of her from?"
"You heard of her?" asked Ron curiously.
"I think so" she answered. "Yes. She was saying something about her having a quarrel with the Towers guy. But that was a long time ago"
Hermione, Ron and Harry exchanged looks. This was not good. Either Towers was guilty and then he would be on the dark side and they'd lose a great wizard or he was good and it would be a setup. And a damned good one, too.
They set out for classes, unfortunately having double Potions. Well, unfortunately for Harry, Ron and Hermione, but fortunately for Amala. She didn't seem to have a care in the world and she had a dreamy look in her eyes, but she was still brewing the potion correctly -how annoying when some people can do that easily, while others can't even do one thing right. If only they could have talked in that class! Maybe she could come up with a god explanation for the murder. But no, did they trust her enough? Well, she did keep the secret about Sirius. Yes, they should tell her.
Next class, they had Double Charms, so why not tell her then? It was the perfect opportunity, since the whole class was such a chaos that nobody could possibly hear them.
They sat at their seats and started trying to make illusions of their rocks. They had advanced a lot since their first class and now they could make somewhat life-like illusions of objects. Flitwick told them that their illusions would eventually even start to feel real, and, if they were illusions of live animals or even humans, they could be controlled by their makers.
"Imagine the fun that would be" said Ron, enthusiastically. "We could make illusions of Malfoy and make him go to class and loose points for Slytherins and."
"Ron", Hermione interfered, "to make an illusion that life like is extremely difficult and there are ways to tell if that is an illusion or not, if the caster is not powerful enough. Really, I don't think that Malfoy would be around when you will manage to do that, and even if he will, you'd have to be able to see your illusion, since you can't see through its eyes and."
"O.K., Hermione, I got it!" Ron replied slightly annoyed. "I was just day dreaming!"
"Guys, do you think we should tell Amala about my dream now?" Harry asked before it would develop in a full-scale war.
"Yeah, sure mate" answered Ron and made a sign for her to join them. She easily got away from her seat and came to them without Flitwick or anybody else noticing. Anyway, it was hard for anybody to notice her with all the chaos that was around: Seamus had blown up his rock, Neville was trying to put the fire out, Dean was creating ghost-like illusions of everything around, proving not to have a really good aim and Flitwick. Flitwick was running around the room and trying to get everybody to calm down.
"Amala, we've got something to tell you" said Ron.
"I had a dream last night." started Harry to tell her, but then realized that she had no clue of what was up with him dreaming. "Me and Voldemort have a connection because of the curse that didn't work" Harry explained. "And sometimes we can see in each other. I dream of what he's doing, for example"
"Aha" she said and waited for him to continue.
"And last night I had one of those dreams. Voldemort was speaking to two snakes. One of them said that Towers will poison someone and the other said that Towers is a bad man and will end up in Azkaban."
"Whoa. And this really happened?" she asked.
"I think so. What do you make of it?"
"Well, there are two choices: one of them is that Towers is guilty and a rival or something of Voldemort and the other is that he's innocent and it's a set-up."
"Just our thoughts" answered Hermione.
"But can you really see inside his head, Harry?" she asked excitedly. "And do these dreams really happen? Oh, you're a true Seer."
"Please, don't" Harry mumbled.
"Oh, and it must be wonderful for you to know his plans and."
"It's not. I hate every second of it, every minute of it. And I think he can see inside my head, too."
"But, surely, it must be great that."
"There's nothing great about it, trust me. Last year he tricked me with this and that's. that's how Sirius died... Because of me. Because I never wondered if that dream was true or not."
"That's not true, mate" Ron said comfortingly. "It's not because of you."
"Flitwick is coming! Quick!" said Hermione and started creating illusions of rocks everywhere to pretend that they had been working and not talking.
"Good, Mrs. Granger, good!" said Flitwick seeing her older illusions, not noticing the new ones were pretty bad. "Five points to Gryffindor!"
**/*/*/*/*
The next days passed by quickly, with Amala looking after Snape on every corridor and no more news on Kane's murder or on Jack Towers. Friday night reached them happily chatting about Draco's 'accident' on a corridor. Peeves had dropped a few water balloons on his head, making him run away and take the stairs for getting as quickly as possible to class. However, he had forgotten about a trap step and he tumbled down the stairs when the step broke under him. He landed, of course, in the middle of a Gryffindor group.
"Did you see the look on his face?" asked Ron, chuckling. "It was pain when he fell and terror when he saw he had landed at our feet."
"Oh, yes. I think Mrs. Pomfrey will keep him in the Hospital Wing for a while" said Hermione, chuckling. "Too bad we didn't have a camera, though. It would have been great to always have his pained face as a thing to cheer up on."
"I think we had a very bad influence on you, Hermione" noticed Ron.
"Yeah, you probably did." She answered. "Well, I'm full. Shall we go to our common room?"
"Sure" they answered, although Ron seemed to still want to eat.
They went up the stairs, past Mrs. Norris who meowed menacingly and past Nearly Headless Nick who told them that Peeves was chased around the castle by Filch.
"Bad thing Malfoy fell down the stairs. They should throw Peeves out of the castle, or at least try to hold him from doing such things" the ghost added, not seeming too concerned though.
They went passed him and got to the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Red flower"
The portrait opened and they passed through it, getting to the common room.
"I'm off too bed." Said Amala and left with Hermione.
"Hey, Harry?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Could I please copy your homework for Defence? I haven't done it."
"Sure, it's on the table."
Ron got himself a piece of parchment and started copying. Harry yawned and went upstairs. He got into his pijamas and collapsed on the bed. How on Earth did Ron have enough energy to copy his homework? He sure didn't.
/*/*/*/*/*/*
A black pair of eyes watched him in the dark and Harry remembered, like from a dream, Dumbledore's advice to concentrate on his heart.
"Don't be afraid, young one" a voice said. "I have not brought you here to hurt you."
"Why did you bring me here?" asked Harry. He realized that he was himself and that was good.
"To tell you. To warn you. Your life is difficult, young Potter, like it has always been in your family. But remember, great deeds bring great rewards."
"Who are you?" Harry asked, not feeling too comfortable.
"Ahhh. My name shall not be mentioned now."
Harry noticed that the voice sounded human, but also deep and good, reminding him of the tales with good kings and queens and great deeds. It also seemed ancient and powerful.
"My name is not important. But what will happen is. Great deeds will come that you do not expect and things you dare not even dream off will come true. And I don't necessarily mean that they are good or bad, young Potter. They just are. Remember always not to judge a book by its cover and not to oppose your destiny. Remember not to ask destiny to change itself for you and do not think that what has worked once always will. Truth and reality are always changing and a way that might lead you to victory today might lead you to death tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. It was confusing.
"You will realize the meaning of my words when you will be in the situations that I'm talking about. And remember. remember that friendship, loyalty, courage, trust and love can save you from the worst situations. I leave you now, young one, but one day we shall meet again."
Harry felt that dream melting away and he could swear he heard the pleasant, deep voice say goodbye. He opened his eyes in the darkness of his chamber, feeling totally refreshed. The man with that voice was his friend and helper. He knew it. But should he tell Dumbledore or his friends about it?
/*-/*-/*-/*--/-*//*-
Author's Note: Me and King Akvar have a nice story written on his account. It all started with the Red Dragons Order saying something she shouldn't have. Swear to God that it is good. -at least in our opinion (including Red Dragons Order's)- I know I also said this at the beginning, but this way maybe somebody will actually read the note.
Oh, and do review if you read. I love reviews, they make me jump up and down on my seat.
Thanks: To Naomie, my faithful reader. Do read my and King Akvar's story, you might like it. *smiles widely*. Thank you.
To the Red Dragons Order: Thank you for reviewing. *smiling even wider*. Did I ever mention that I got to this site because of you?
To Bogdan-ag: Ma bucur ca iti place. And you'll have to give me a cookie. *winks*.
To Megsalette: You think Snape and Amala are disgusting. But I find Snape oddly attractive. Oddly attractive. To find out what I can actually find at the guy, read the Red Dragons Order HP/SS SLASH. And maybe you'll be even more disgusted, but anyways.
I'm glad you think my writing is good and I hope you'll read this chapter too.