The Dream
That night, Harry tossed and turned in his bed, due to his dream. He dreamt that he was walking around the castle at night because he was hungry. He had come back from the kitchens, and headed for the Portrait Hole, when he noticed someone standing there. It was Alexandra Rose, and she beckoned him towards her. She gave him a comforting smile, as he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes. Even though it was pitch black, he could still see their rich, brown color in the moonlight.
Suddenly, her pupils began growing larger, to the point that her eyes had changed completely black. Startled, Harry shoved her away from him, when he noticed there was a...picture in her eyes. He quickly drew closer to her, but she ran away, leaving him alone in the darkness.
"Come back!" Harry shouted as he opened his eyes. The dormitory was dimly lit, and Harry guessed it was around five in the morning. He drowsily got up from his bed, changed into his school robes, and went into the common room. He then sank into his favourite armchair that was nicely positioned in front of the fire.
"Well, you're up early," Hermione said coming out from a corner of the room that was in complete darkness.
"Likewise," Harry said, rubbing his eyes, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Oh, I simply couldn't sleep," said Hermione, "The night before the first day of classes aren't easy to get rest on."
"Er..yeah," Harry replied
"Why are you awake?" Hermione inquired, "You're usually the last one to get up."
"A had a strange vision," Harry replied
"Oh do tell!" Hermione begged
"Fine," Harry muttered as he told Hermione about his dream.
"Hmm," Hermione pondered, "Well Harry, to be perfectly honest I have no clue what it means."
"Me neither," Harry grunted
"Maybe we should ask Ron," Hermione suggested
"No way. I know what he'd say if I told him I had a dream about," Harry whispered," Alex."
"You know, it's funny," Hermione said, sounding puzzled
"What is?" Harry asked
"Alexandra."
"What about her?" Harry questioned
"Well, I've never seen her before," Hermione began, "I didn't even know she existed."
"So?"
"So, don't you think it's a bit, well, odd?" Hermione asked, "Remember when Ron asked her if she was new? Harry you didn't even know who she was!"
"So, Ginny knew her," Harry said
"No, Ginny told me they met on the train. I guess Ginny thought she was unpopular and that was why she never noticed Alex," Hermione said quietly
"Listen Hermione," Harry said, "There's nothing wrong with –"
"AHHHHH"
Ron came running down the stairs in his teddy bear pajamas, and was as pale as a ghost.
"I'll kill them!" Ron roared as he bolted towards the Portrait Hole.
"Easy Ron," Hermione said, blocking the entrance
"I'll kill them!" Ron repeated angrily
"Kill who?" Harry asked
"Those two idiots I'm ashamed to call my brothers!" Ron breathed heavily, "Fred and George."
"Also known as Gred and Forge," Harry laughed
"Harry, it's not funny!" Ron said furiously, "Come and see what they did!"
"It couldn't have been that bad," Hermione muttered to herself before she and Harry followed Ron up to the dormitory. "Oh Ron, I don't see anything," Hermione said as she squinted around the room
"Over there, by the bunk," Ron said shakily
"This is ridiculous Ron," Harry smirked, "There's nothing here."
"Hold on," Hermione said uncertainly, "Look at the sheet on his bed."
"It's...moving," Harry said as he approached Ron's bed
"Lumos!" Hermione cried as the entire dorm was filled with light. "Oh my god," Hermione said as she backed away from the mattress, "The sheet is indeed moving, if it were only a sheet."
On Ron's bunk was a sea full of large black spiders. They were coming out of the mattress and blankets, spreading huge, sticky webs.
"That's disgusting!" Neville squealed as he jumped out of his bed and ran next to Harry.
"Those pigs!" Ron said as he gripped tightly on Hermione's arm.
"Now Ron, how do you know that Fred and George did this?" Hermione asked
"Because those two jerks left this," Ron said as he picked up a piece of parchment.
Dear Ronnykins,
A blanket of black widows,
To you, from us
The nest is under your pillow,
And try not to fuss
For the more you fidget,
The more they bite
And you'll end up in a cocoon,
By the end of the night
So don't by a fool and tell Mum
Or there will be more where this came from!!
"They call you 'Ronnykins'?" Neville asked as he fought down a laugh
"Not funny, Neville," Ron said through clenched teeth
"Well," Hermione said shaking her head, "They are quite poetic. I suggest we tell Dumbledore about them, Ron. But for now, lets go to the Great Hall and get some breakfast."
"They're going to pay," Ron whispered to Harry
"Harrypassthebacon," Ron said after stuffing an omelet in his mouth
"Didn't catch that all, Ron."
"Pass – bacon – to me," Ron said through mouthfuls
"Hello yeh three."
"Hagrid!" they exclaimed in unison
"It's bin a long time," Hagrid said as he beamed at Harry, "How have all yer summers bin?"
"Great Hagrid," Hermione replied
"Why weren't you at the platform yesterday?" Ron asked as Hermione painfully stepped on his foot.
"Oh yeah, 'bout that," Hagrid said as he wiped the smiles off his face, "Well – I – er – wasn't needed."
"But you take the first years across the lake every year," Ron chirped, "surely Dumbledore wanted you to –"
"This aint got nothin' to do with Dumbledore," Hagrid said, cutting Ron off, "the ministry didn't want me tuh. They reckon I'm dangerous," Hagrid added hastily
Harry could tell that Ron was about to ask why, when Hermione quickly said, "What's our first class today?"
"It's," Harry said as he checked his schedule, "Divination – we'll Arithmancy for you – Double Potions, and Charms."
"No, it's too early for Trelawney and Snape," Ron said grumpily, "This day cannot get any worse."
"Hi Harry!" Ginny and Alexandra had just entered the Great Hall and sat on either side of him.
"I spoke too soon," Ron said, glaring at Alex, "It just did."
"Alex and I are thinking about joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Ginny informed them.
"Great," Ron said sarcastically, "having you two on the team is just what we need."
"I wonder who is going to be the Quidditch Captain," Alex said with admiration
"I am," Harry said, grinning
"Oh, that's wonderful," said Alex, "You're probably excellent at flying."
"Of course he is," Ginny snapped, "Where have you been all these Quidditch matches?"
"Oh – yes – well – I've never seen a Quidditch game before," Alex said, "I used to this it was a waste of time, so I would help Mme Pince at the library."
"What made you change your mind?" Harry asked
"Quidditch Over the Ages, it's a fascinating book," Alex said as she thought to herself, and you.
"What position are you trying out for?" Hermione asked
"We're both trying out for chasers," Ginny answered
"If you want, I could help you get some extra practise," Harry said, ignoring Ron's frown.
"I'd love that," Alex replied, "when?"
"Tonight."
"Come on Harry," Ron said moodily, "We better hurry or we'll be late for Divination."
"Since when do you care?" Harry asked, bemused
"Since I rather spend a lifetime with Trelawney than watch you – you flirt with a fifth year!" Ron shouted as he got up and left.
"Excuse him," Harry mumbled before he followed Ron to the North Tower.
Professor Trelawney's antique room was filled with a flowery aroma. The scent was so strong that it caused Harry's eyes to water.
"Good morning my dears," Trelawney said mystically. The room remained silent, except for Parvati and Lavender who cheerfully greeted her.
"This term, we shall study the divine art of mind reading."
"Oohh," Lavender squealed with excitement
"If you could all please open 'The Mind Reader' to page twelve, and read chapter one to properly mind read. There is no need to talk." Trelawney said as she sat down at her desk.
"Bet I know who your thinking of," Ron spat
"Who?" Harry said innocently
"Her."
"There is no need to talk," Trelawney said sharply
"Why are you helping her practice? I bet she doesn't even know how to fly."
"Ron," Harry whispered, "That's exactly why I'm helping her. If she's going to try out for the team she needs training."
"I doubt she even knows one end of the broom from the other," Ron said rather loudly
"Mr. Weasley," Trelawney said impatiently, "I recall myself asking you not to talk."
"Well of course you do," Ron replied, forgetting that he was talking to a teacher," You only told me to shut up a few minutes ago. So don't you pretend like you used your 'Inner Brain' to remember that!"
"Five points from Gryffindor," Trelawney said curtly, "For your cheek."
"Fine, I'm done with this rubbish," Ron muttered angrily as he closed his book.
"Pardon me, Mr. Weasley," Trelawney said as her face contracted with rage, "But are you saying you're done reading chapter one?"
"Yeah."
"Well since this period is almost over," Trelawney began, "Next time you shall demonstrate to the class how you have mastered mind reading."
"What?" Ron yelled, "That's not fair!"
"Mr. Weasley it is very simple if you have carefully read through chapter one," Trelawney said coldly, "Which I highly doubt you have."
"That old bat!" Ron shouted as he, Harry and Hermione made their way to the dungeons.
"Ron, lower your voice, people are looking," Hermione said as they passed a nervous looking group of first years.
"I don't care," Ron fumed, "Why is it so hard for her to believe that I read the bloody chapter?"
"Because Ron," Harry said with a lop sided grin, "Chapter one is forty-three pages."
"Oh," Ron said quietly as he opened the door to Potion's class.
"You three are late," Snape said unpleasantly as they entered the room
"No we're not! You just started early! Professor," Ron added quickly
"You are certainly not the right person to criticize others, Weasley," Snape said as Malfoy smirked, "Now take your seats."
"Where?" Harry asked as he noticed that every table was taken
Snape gave them a horrible smile as he said softly, "Well we can't have you three sitting on the floor now can we?"
"No," Harry replied as he stared into Snape's eyes, "You can't, sir"
"Very well, I think it's about time we split up the happy trio," Snape said as the Slytherins roared with laughter. "Miss Granger can share with Miss Parkinson," Snape paused as Pansy shot Hermione a disgusted look, "Weasley, you can share with Crabbe and Goyle, and Potter you'll be with Malfoy."
"That's okay professor," Ron said politely, "I think I rather sit on the floor."
"Weasley, this is not your classroom, and you shall obey when you are told," Snape hissed, "Now move!" The three of them went to their separate tables as Snape continued with the lesson. "Now the potion you are going to concoct is called Mooncalf Juice, does anyone know the properties?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air, as she bounced on the tips of her feet. "Other than Miss Granger?" Snape said cooly, "Pity. This is rather disappointing. For homework I want two rolls of parchment on the function of this potion."
"But sir, I know the answer!" Hermione squealed
"Five points from Gryffindor for speaking out," Snape sneered, "Now the instructions are on the board, get to work."
Harry began shredding his mooncalf skin and measuring his other ingredients. This has got to be the hardest potion to brew, he thought as his cauldron began hissing.
"So Potter," Malfoy said in a low voice, "Did you hear about Black dying? Of course you must have, knowing how special he was to you."
Harry tried to ignore him by decapitating his liverworms and pretending that each one was Malfoy.
"Do you miss him?" Malfoy smirked
"Miss who? Your dad?" Harry asked as Malfoy's face turned slightly red
"Don't you dare talk about my father," he said dangerously, "Or it might just be the last thing you do."
"Oh I'm really scared now," Harry said sarcastically, "I should have never said your dad was a dirty maggot who deserves a life long ban in Azkaban."
Malfoy was clearly about to shout something back at Harry, when instead he gave him a twisted smile. "So you think my father is going to be in there for a while? Well, you're in for a little surprise."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked curiously
"You'll find out sooner than you think," Malfoy replied before returning to his cauldron.
"Longbottom, give me a sample of you potion," Snape demanded. Neville gulped as he nervously poured his blood red potion into a flask, and put it on Snape's desk. He then quickly retreated back to his table, hiding behind Dean.
"Longbottom, can you read instructions?" Snape jeered
"Yes, sir," Neville said timidly
"Clearly not. Longbottom I have found you lacking to read instructions countless times. Come up to my desk and read what I wrote on the blackboard to the entire class."
"Coming sir," Neville squeaked as he started walking towards Snape. Just then, Goyle stuck his leg out, causing Neville to trip and grab the hem of Snape's cloak.
"Longbottom, you are such a clumsy fool!" Snape spat
"I'm sorry," Neville muttered, "But Goyle tripped me –"
"Do not blame others for your mistakes, Longbottom," Snape said evilly, "Ten points from Gry-"
"Actually sir," Malfoy spoke up, "Longbottom is right, I saw Goyle trip him."
Harry laughed to himself, thinking that Malfoy must still have the truth telling effect on him. The rest of the Slytherins gave Malfoy quizzical looks.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape said walking towards him," Are you saying that I'm not right?"
"When are you ever?" Malfoy blurted out, as he quickly covered his mouth
Snape glowered at him, but then gave him a nasty smile. "I'll forgive you this time Mr. Malfoy, for there is a first time for everything. But do not make me want to deduct house points!"
"Why not? You're unfair to all the other houses and take points away from them for the stupidest reasons! What makes Slytherin so special?" Malfoy asked as his fellow Slytherins all glared at him, "Surely not because you're head of the house."
The effort not to laugh was uncontrollable. Harry glanced at Ron, who was laughing into his hands. Suddenly, Malfoy got up on the table and kicked his cauldron. He then began to do the 'cancan' on top of the table. Harry watched as Crabbe and Goyle attempted to pull him back down to the ground. All of a sudden Malfoy started to rehearse a sort of poem.
"We Slytherins are a bunch of stuck up brats,
We're so filthy, we're dirtier than rats!
Our Head of our House is a slimy git,
Who's greasier than any zit!
We're all ugly scumbags who
You could mistake as animals from a zoo!
We always think we're the best
And way better than the rest
However we are certainly wrong!
And this is the end of my lovely song!" Malfoy said as he finished with a bow
"Class dismissed!" Snape yelled as everyone eagerly ran out the door," Mr. Malfoy get down from there!"
"Well," Ron said as he rubbed his stomach which was sore from laughing, "I guess today wasn't a complete waste! Oi Fred!" he shouted as the three of them saw Fred coming out of a girl's bathroom.
"Fred what the bloody hell are you doing in there?" Ron said, "That's a girl's bathroom."
"I know that Ronnykins," Fred said, sounding annoyed, "I was only checking for Peeves."
"And why would Peeves be hiding in there?" Harry asked
"Well you see," Fred began, "It's because – because – we'll it's probably because he – well – oh I don't know! But he does!"
"Sure Fred," Ron said grinning, "Whatever you say."
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER! I HAVE ALSO DECIDED THAT I WILL POST CHAPTER 7 TOMORROW (MONDAY) IF I CAN GET 15 REVIEWS BY TOMORROW! SO PLEASE LEAVE ME A REVIEW! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! THNX!!
