A/N: Ok guy's here's chapter 9!! This will be the last chapter until about
June 28 because that's when I get back from vacation! But if you have any
questions feel free to IM me! My screen name is girl4BRITISHguys, umm what
else...oh yes!! Ok if you haven't read Order of the Phoenix yet DO NOT READ
THIS CHAPTER! UNLESS!!! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO DIES!!!! Ok well I hope you
enjoy!!!!!
Chapter Nine: The Dream Is What Starts It All
Harry Potter tossed and turned in his four poster bed as he lived his
nightmares. The soft sheets knotted around the young wizards legs and small
beads of sweat began to form on his brow, slowly making their way down his
pale cheeks.
...Dream...
Hermione was sitting next to Draco Malfoy, smiling as if she had seen an angel. Hermione....the girl he cared so much for, but unfortunately feelings were not mutual. Harry could sense this as Draco leaned in for a sweet kiss that Hermione returned willingly. Why did He, Harry Potter, have to see these images.....now it even haunted him in his sleep. Then another image pierced his subconscious mind, a picture of Ginny Weasley. Her ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders, she reminded him on an angel. He smiled meekly thinking of her....but before long this thought was grasped from him. And was replaced by Draco and Hermione once again, would this nightmare ever end? But this image soon blurred into darkness, to be replaced with something far more sinister. If he thought what he was seeing before was a nightmare....it was nothing compared to the image that filled his thoughts now. The Dark Lord came swimming into view, his face full of malice. Voldemort was pacing around a room which was only lit by the soft glow of a fire in the hearth. He was reading something that made him smile, but not the kind that warmed your heart. This smile was an evil smile, the kind that made your hair stand on end. Then he Voldemort spoke to the snake that was curled in front of the blazing fire. "It seems our young Mr. Potter is growing weaker...we shall be ready...yes soon he will be dead and I shall have a full body..." then a high and cruel laugh escaped his pale lips A terrible burning was now felt spreading from Harry's scar. Then he saw Sirius falling gracefully through the veil, the pain on his head still growing more intense, and finally last image Harry saw before he awoke soaked in his own sweat was the only angel in his dreams that night, Ginny Weasley...
"NO!" Harry yelled as He awoke with a start, "NO! SIRIUS!!!" Harry felt sick to his stomach. He got shakily to his feet and rushed toward the bathroom as quietly as he could trying not to disturb the others, with a hand on his scar and the other over in his mouth. Harry made it there just in time to vomit into the toilet. He stood up and gazed at himself in the mirror. His skin was pale, and his brow, as well as the rest of his face was covered in little droplets of sweat.
Still shaking he turned the water on and splashed some on his face. This was not the first night that the memory of Sirius dying haunted his dreams awakening him in the night; but it was the first time since last year that Harry had been awakened by his scar burning his skin.
Harry crept back to his four poster, still shaking from the horrible dream, but before he got back into bed he knelt down in front of his large brown trunk and rummaged around for the big photo album that Hagrid had given him at the end of first year. After another minute of searching Harry spotted it lying there next to his Invisibility cloak and a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
He climbed back into bed, not bothering to un tangle his bed sheets which now lay at the end of the bed in a big heap. He drew the coverings around the bed. Then he pulled out his wand and whispered, "Lumos!" The tip of his wand emitted a light glow, illuminating the moving pictures of his parents. As he flipped through the thick album he saw pictures of his parents during there years at Hogwarts (all the pictures smiling and waving up at him), as he moved on the pictures showed Lily and James aging, their dating years, their engament, and then finally their wedding day.
Now almost every picture held a small shot of Sirius, and Harry felt a tightening in his throat. Then finally there were pictures of him, Harry as a happy bubbly baby bouncing on his father's knee and giggling as his mother played pattie-ckae with him. As Harry turned to the last page, he could not prevent the tears rolling down his face. This was the picture that always made Harry fall apart and he didn't know why he did it to himself. This was a picture of much younger and more handsome Sirius and a baby Harry. Sirius was sprawled out on the sofa, while Harry was sleeping on Sirius's chest. In the picture every once in a while Sirius would move his hand protectively over Harry in his sleep. He could not prevent the hot tears streaming down his face, and dripping onto the picture. Harry slammed the book shut, and put a quick silencing spell on his bed so the others wouldn't hear his weakness, and he lied back down on the bed preparing once again for another sleepless night. Only one thing would be with him. Tears. Only tears. Tears that were for his parents, tears for not having anyone to comfort him, tears of confusion, tears of despair, and tears of hate... A/N: Wow that was short. Ok so now this chapter foreshadows lots of stuff...Ohh and my greatest buddy Lauren has helped me edit this! So thanks hunnie poo poo pants!!Your a Peach!! Lol ok review and I'll try to write one more short chapter where Hermione and Draco hook-up before I go on vaction! Ok you know what to do now! REVIEW!!
...Dream...
Hermione was sitting next to Draco Malfoy, smiling as if she had seen an angel. Hermione....the girl he cared so much for, but unfortunately feelings were not mutual. Harry could sense this as Draco leaned in for a sweet kiss that Hermione returned willingly. Why did He, Harry Potter, have to see these images.....now it even haunted him in his sleep. Then another image pierced his subconscious mind, a picture of Ginny Weasley. Her ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders, she reminded him on an angel. He smiled meekly thinking of her....but before long this thought was grasped from him. And was replaced by Draco and Hermione once again, would this nightmare ever end? But this image soon blurred into darkness, to be replaced with something far more sinister. If he thought what he was seeing before was a nightmare....it was nothing compared to the image that filled his thoughts now. The Dark Lord came swimming into view, his face full of malice. Voldemort was pacing around a room which was only lit by the soft glow of a fire in the hearth. He was reading something that made him smile, but not the kind that warmed your heart. This smile was an evil smile, the kind that made your hair stand on end. Then he Voldemort spoke to the snake that was curled in front of the blazing fire. "It seems our young Mr. Potter is growing weaker...we shall be ready...yes soon he will be dead and I shall have a full body..." then a high and cruel laugh escaped his pale lips A terrible burning was now felt spreading from Harry's scar. Then he saw Sirius falling gracefully through the veil, the pain on his head still growing more intense, and finally last image Harry saw before he awoke soaked in his own sweat was the only angel in his dreams that night, Ginny Weasley...
"NO!" Harry yelled as He awoke with a start, "NO! SIRIUS!!!" Harry felt sick to his stomach. He got shakily to his feet and rushed toward the bathroom as quietly as he could trying not to disturb the others, with a hand on his scar and the other over in his mouth. Harry made it there just in time to vomit into the toilet. He stood up and gazed at himself in the mirror. His skin was pale, and his brow, as well as the rest of his face was covered in little droplets of sweat.
Still shaking he turned the water on and splashed some on his face. This was not the first night that the memory of Sirius dying haunted his dreams awakening him in the night; but it was the first time since last year that Harry had been awakened by his scar burning his skin.
Harry crept back to his four poster, still shaking from the horrible dream, but before he got back into bed he knelt down in front of his large brown trunk and rummaged around for the big photo album that Hagrid had given him at the end of first year. After another minute of searching Harry spotted it lying there next to his Invisibility cloak and a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
He climbed back into bed, not bothering to un tangle his bed sheets which now lay at the end of the bed in a big heap. He drew the coverings around the bed. Then he pulled out his wand and whispered, "Lumos!" The tip of his wand emitted a light glow, illuminating the moving pictures of his parents. As he flipped through the thick album he saw pictures of his parents during there years at Hogwarts (all the pictures smiling and waving up at him), as he moved on the pictures showed Lily and James aging, their dating years, their engament, and then finally their wedding day.
Now almost every picture held a small shot of Sirius, and Harry felt a tightening in his throat. Then finally there were pictures of him, Harry as a happy bubbly baby bouncing on his father's knee and giggling as his mother played pattie-ckae with him. As Harry turned to the last page, he could not prevent the tears rolling down his face. This was the picture that always made Harry fall apart and he didn't know why he did it to himself. This was a picture of much younger and more handsome Sirius and a baby Harry. Sirius was sprawled out on the sofa, while Harry was sleeping on Sirius's chest. In the picture every once in a while Sirius would move his hand protectively over Harry in his sleep. He could not prevent the hot tears streaming down his face, and dripping onto the picture. Harry slammed the book shut, and put a quick silencing spell on his bed so the others wouldn't hear his weakness, and he lied back down on the bed preparing once again for another sleepless night. Only one thing would be with him. Tears. Only tears. Tears that were for his parents, tears for not having anyone to comfort him, tears of confusion, tears of despair, and tears of hate... A/N: Wow that was short. Ok so now this chapter foreshadows lots of stuff...Ohh and my greatest buddy Lauren has helped me edit this! So thanks hunnie poo poo pants!!Your a Peach!! Lol ok review and I'll try to write one more short chapter where Hermione and Draco hook-up before I go on vaction! Ok you know what to do now! REVIEW!!