"Won't believe what, Harry?" Hermione's eyes were shining, as if she was hanging on his every word.
"N-nothing. It was just a...silly dream is all." Harry smiled awkwardly. He noticed that Dumbledore and McGonagal were now talking with Dret in the shadows. He knew somehow that there was insight of what Harry's 'dream' was about going through that little threesome, and he knew that after everyone was gone, they would talk to him about it.
"Harry, are you sure you'll be ok?" Hermione leaned in towards Harry, still hanging on every word.
"Please, 'Mione, I'm fine. It was just a little thing...It's ok!" Hermione's cheeks flushed; that was one of the rare times he ever called her 'Mione', it made her feel awkward inside too, like she was about to giggle profusely. But she was still not convinced about Harry's being 'fine', she knew something was up. Harry's odd scar had never hurt much, only on those occasions with...
"Voldemort." Hermione had almost mouthed the word she said it so quietly. She was stunned at herself for even thinking it. But, knowing Harry, it was probably true.
"Alright everyone, alright! The professors and auror, respectively, wish to talk with Potter." Mme. Pomfrey said, giving a look to Ron and Hermione. They didn't move and Ron gave a confused look to her.
"Alone!" She waived her hands for them to get out and both teens turned quickly on their heels to get out. Hermione stopped, halfway out the door and looked at Harry. She smiled.
"Come on, Hermione, we have to go." Ron tugged at her shirt. She took a last look and turned around to leave.
Harry was now afraid. Though these faces, all but one, were so very, very familiar, he was afraid. He never talked to anyone about Voldemort...Only Ron and Hermione. He didn't want to either. It felt strange, really; talking about that...that thing that killed his parents. But how did they know about his dream?
"Potter...We hope that you already haven't found out about, well...What we're about to tell--" McGonagal was cut of by Harry.
"I...I already know. About Voldemort, I mean." He watched as the whole room seemed to twitch but Dumbledore, who's eyes sparkled.
"Then you know, Harry; you know that you can't tell a soul. Alright?" Dret placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded, a lie stirring up inside him; he knew that he'd tell Hermione and Ron.
As Harry strided down the dim halls, he felt as if everyone was staring. It gave him a sick feeling, like everyone could read his mind and knew. Though no one knew the information, Harry would probably explode like a bomb if he didn't tell anyone. He was greatful that Hermione and Ron were intelligible enough not to tell anyone a secret like that, especially if it was about Voldemort.
"Oy! Harry!" Ron ran up to his friend. "What was that all about!?" Harry smiled sarcastically and put a hand up on Ron's shoulder.
"Oh nothing," Harry said. "Just that Voldemort is back to kill me." Ron's eyes widened, and Harry noted that he didn't even wince that he said Voldemort's name. Hermione was just coming 'round the corner and stopped dead in her tracks.
"What!?" she shouted. Harry shushed her with a finger to his lips and and she still stood there, mouth agape, eyes blinking furiously.
"I'll tell you guys more up in the common room. But you have to promise not to tell anyone!" Harry said. The two others nodded and trodded back up towards the common room.
"N-nothing. It was just a...silly dream is all." Harry smiled awkwardly. He noticed that Dumbledore and McGonagal were now talking with Dret in the shadows. He knew somehow that there was insight of what Harry's 'dream' was about going through that little threesome, and he knew that after everyone was gone, they would talk to him about it.
"Harry, are you sure you'll be ok?" Hermione leaned in towards Harry, still hanging on every word.
"Please, 'Mione, I'm fine. It was just a little thing...It's ok!" Hermione's cheeks flushed; that was one of the rare times he ever called her 'Mione', it made her feel awkward inside too, like she was about to giggle profusely. But she was still not convinced about Harry's being 'fine', she knew something was up. Harry's odd scar had never hurt much, only on those occasions with...
"Voldemort." Hermione had almost mouthed the word she said it so quietly. She was stunned at herself for even thinking it. But, knowing Harry, it was probably true.
"Alright everyone, alright! The professors and auror, respectively, wish to talk with Potter." Mme. Pomfrey said, giving a look to Ron and Hermione. They didn't move and Ron gave a confused look to her.
"Alone!" She waived her hands for them to get out and both teens turned quickly on their heels to get out. Hermione stopped, halfway out the door and looked at Harry. She smiled.
"Come on, Hermione, we have to go." Ron tugged at her shirt. She took a last look and turned around to leave.
Harry was now afraid. Though these faces, all but one, were so very, very familiar, he was afraid. He never talked to anyone about Voldemort...Only Ron and Hermione. He didn't want to either. It felt strange, really; talking about that...that thing that killed his parents. But how did they know about his dream?
"Potter...We hope that you already haven't found out about, well...What we're about to tell--" McGonagal was cut of by Harry.
"I...I already know. About Voldemort, I mean." He watched as the whole room seemed to twitch but Dumbledore, who's eyes sparkled.
"Then you know, Harry; you know that you can't tell a soul. Alright?" Dret placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded, a lie stirring up inside him; he knew that he'd tell Hermione and Ron.
As Harry strided down the dim halls, he felt as if everyone was staring. It gave him a sick feeling, like everyone could read his mind and knew. Though no one knew the information, Harry would probably explode like a bomb if he didn't tell anyone. He was greatful that Hermione and Ron were intelligible enough not to tell anyone a secret like that, especially if it was about Voldemort.
"Oy! Harry!" Ron ran up to his friend. "What was that all about!?" Harry smiled sarcastically and put a hand up on Ron's shoulder.
"Oh nothing," Harry said. "Just that Voldemort is back to kill me." Ron's eyes widened, and Harry noted that he didn't even wince that he said Voldemort's name. Hermione was just coming 'round the corner and stopped dead in her tracks.
"What!?" she shouted. Harry shushed her with a finger to his lips and and she still stood there, mouth agape, eyes blinking furiously.
"I'll tell you guys more up in the common room. But you have to promise not to tell anyone!" Harry said. The two others nodded and trodded back up towards the common room.