disclaimer: This is not mine, only Nicky slightly is. But she is her own
person.
Harry's eyes fluttered open. He sighed and instinctively ran his fingers through his untidy hair. He was lying in his four-poster bed, his blanket plastered to his skin by sweat.
"What was I dreaming about?" He asked himself. Harry squinted his eyes in a futile effort to recall his dream.
"Why was I sweating so much?" Harry muttered while peeling off his sweat-ridden sheets. He sat up and reached for his glasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He looked out the window that was covered in frost. The snowy air had taken its toll on the windows, and so they were a beautiful white. Harry took out some clothes and got dressed. He was still trying remember what he was dreaming about when he ran into Ron.
"Oh, hey Harry. Have you been asleep all day?" Ron asked. Harry gave him an odd look and looked at his watch. It was eleven o'clock. He had been asleep all afternoon. Ron looked back at him a smile on his face.
"Come on Harry, I'm sure you must be hungry. I think Hermione is down in the Great Hall, studying. I bet there must be some food left from breakfast. We can go see, and check in with Hermione." Harry nodded and picked up his wand off the bedside table. Suddenly an image ran through his head.
"Ron, go on without me. I'll catch up with you in a second." Ron eyed him suspiciously.
"You okay, mate?" Harry smiled and nodded.
"Yes, yes, I'll be with you in a few, all right?" Ron could tell Harry was excited about something.
"Okay, I'll be down there with Hermione." Ron walked back down the stairwell and Harry sat down on the windowsill. A sudden pang ran through his scar, his hand immediately jolted up to rub his head. He closed his eyes, trying once again to recall his dream. A hallway began to flutter into his head. He evened his breathing, trying to notice every detail about the hallway, it had a lot of doors. His body floated through the hall, examining them. Trying to pick the right one, he looked at each one. Suddenly Harry stopped in front of a door. He reached out his hand.
"Harry?" His eyes snapped open. Harry got up and noticed Hermione was standing in the stairwell.
"Harry come on, Hagrid wants to talk to us," Her voice was hushed and urgent. Harry grabbed his cloak and followed Hermione out to the Great Hall were Ron was waiting for them.
"You two ready? Hagrid made the message seem really urgent." They ran out and got outside. They saw Hagrid down by his hut, playing his flute. Harry motioned for them to follow him. Eventually the three friends made it down to Hagrid's hut.
"Hagrid, what's the matter?" Harry asked fervently. He looked at them with a grave look. Hagrid placed his flute next to him; Harry could hear Fangs scratches from inside.
"Well," he began gruffly. "Eh, sit down, sit down. It's about Grawp. He ain't feelin' too good." Harry forced the feeling to groan. Hermione, looked at him concerned.
"Is he alright, Hagrid? What's wrong with him?" Hagrid wrung his hands together tightly with anxiety.
"Er, I dunno Hermione. He bin laying around all day. He can't breathe real well. An' his head, feels all clammy. He haven' bin eating much. I dunno what ter do." Ron stood up, his hand caressing his head in a frustrated manner.
"You can't figure out what's wrong with him?" He asked with hint of fear in his voice. Hagrid looked like he was about to cry.
"No! Then why do yer think I've bin tryin' ter get a hold of yeh? I need you ter look up the symptoms. Please? Help me, yeh three." Harry lowered his head, even though Hagrid didn't get kicked out of school last year, when Umbridge ruled over the school, he and Hermione did agree to help take care of him.
"Of course, Hagrid. You know we agreed to help take care of him, right? We won't back down on our word," Hagrid smiled toothily, a lone tear trickled down his coarse face.
"Thanks you three," Hermione stood up and placed her hand on his, it was like comparing a poodle to a Saint Bernard
"Come Hagrid, let's go inside, you and I and you can more specifically explain what's wrong with Grawp, okay?" He nodded and led Hermione inside his hut. Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess we'll let them discuss Grawp. Let's head back inside, so we can study for our N.E.W.T.S. We both know that we need to, we can't always cheat of Hermione." Harry said matter – of – factly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm sure McGonagall is going to go with Hermione's idea from last year about the anti-cheating quills." Harry nodded.
"It wouldn't have mattered last year anyway, for our O.W.L.S, we did pretty good. I have to tell you about my dream," They were inside now, as Harry and Ron were about to turn the corner they ran into Malfoy.
"Hey! Watch were you walking, Potter." Harry restrained himself and noticed that his girlfriend Nicky wasn't with him.
"Where's your girlfriend, Malfoy? With someone who isn't covered in as much grease as Snape?" Ron said icily. Malfoy smiled slightly.
"How clever you are, Weasley. How many galleons did it cost you to learn such awful comebacks?" Now it was Ron's turn to hold himself back, clenching his fingers into a fist.
"Oh, oh, Draco!" Called a female voice. The three of them turned to see Nicky walking down the hallway, her long black hair shining brilliantly. Her pale face was a contrast to the raven black hair. She sneered at Harry and Ron.
"What are you two slugs looking at?" asked Nicky distractedly. Harry rolled his eyes and led Ron around the couple.
"Hey, so what about you and Cho, how are things?" Ron asked as they began to proceed up the stairs into the common room.
"What about me and Cho? We haven't talked since last year. I think she still hates my guts," muttered Harry as he sat down in a comfortable chair in front of the fire. Ron laughed slightly.
"That's a hard thing to do mate; you're just a likeable guy." Harry chuckled darkly.
"Well, anyway. About this dream, are they like last year?" Ron's light voice suddenly became serious. He sat down next to Harry on the love seat, lying on his stomach.
"I don't know. The hallway scene is familiar, but I don't think it's in the department of mysteries. I've also been dreaming a lot about the first year. I had one the other night about the first week of our first year. It kind of made me happy because it reminded me when I met you and Hermione. It was nice," Ron looked at him sleepily.
"Yeah," he said in a distracted tone, as if reminiscing. Harry leaned back, looked into the fire, and closed his eyes. A thousand miles away, someone was having the same scene happening to them. However, he wasn't happy in fact, he was furious.
"WORMTAIL!" A voice bellowed throughout the house. A little rat-like man walked into the room.
"Yes, master?" he whimpered.
"What deal did I make with you, seven years ago?" said the voice coolly. Wormtail began trembling.
"I know master; I still have yet to kill one of the Marauders." A chortle flowed out of the chair.
"Yes, you have YET to do as I told you nearly a decade ago. This just shows me how dependable you CANNOT be Wormtail. I have taken your actions into consideration about what I'm going to do with you." Wormtail bowed to the back of the chair.
"I understand master." The man growled.
"You understand? YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He bellowed. "I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO UNDERSTAND, I'LL GIVE YOU MORE PAIN THEN YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTANDIN A LIFETIME!" Wormtail dropped to the ground, mumbling incoherently to himself in fear.
a/n: Okay, I understand now that I needed to finish. The first 13 chapters where a flashback to the first year, because I have taken Nicky's advice into thought. And it seemed to be the right thing to do to make the whole thing go by faster. Keep reading then! I realize I've made some obvious changes and I apologize for that!
Harry's eyes fluttered open. He sighed and instinctively ran his fingers through his untidy hair. He was lying in his four-poster bed, his blanket plastered to his skin by sweat.
"What was I dreaming about?" He asked himself. Harry squinted his eyes in a futile effort to recall his dream.
"Why was I sweating so much?" Harry muttered while peeling off his sweat-ridden sheets. He sat up and reached for his glasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He looked out the window that was covered in frost. The snowy air had taken its toll on the windows, and so they were a beautiful white. Harry took out some clothes and got dressed. He was still trying remember what he was dreaming about when he ran into Ron.
"Oh, hey Harry. Have you been asleep all day?" Ron asked. Harry gave him an odd look and looked at his watch. It was eleven o'clock. He had been asleep all afternoon. Ron looked back at him a smile on his face.
"Come on Harry, I'm sure you must be hungry. I think Hermione is down in the Great Hall, studying. I bet there must be some food left from breakfast. We can go see, and check in with Hermione." Harry nodded and picked up his wand off the bedside table. Suddenly an image ran through his head.
"Ron, go on without me. I'll catch up with you in a second." Ron eyed him suspiciously.
"You okay, mate?" Harry smiled and nodded.
"Yes, yes, I'll be with you in a few, all right?" Ron could tell Harry was excited about something.
"Okay, I'll be down there with Hermione." Ron walked back down the stairwell and Harry sat down on the windowsill. A sudden pang ran through his scar, his hand immediately jolted up to rub his head. He closed his eyes, trying once again to recall his dream. A hallway began to flutter into his head. He evened his breathing, trying to notice every detail about the hallway, it had a lot of doors. His body floated through the hall, examining them. Trying to pick the right one, he looked at each one. Suddenly Harry stopped in front of a door. He reached out his hand.
"Harry?" His eyes snapped open. Harry got up and noticed Hermione was standing in the stairwell.
"Harry come on, Hagrid wants to talk to us," Her voice was hushed and urgent. Harry grabbed his cloak and followed Hermione out to the Great Hall were Ron was waiting for them.
"You two ready? Hagrid made the message seem really urgent." They ran out and got outside. They saw Hagrid down by his hut, playing his flute. Harry motioned for them to follow him. Eventually the three friends made it down to Hagrid's hut.
"Hagrid, what's the matter?" Harry asked fervently. He looked at them with a grave look. Hagrid placed his flute next to him; Harry could hear Fangs scratches from inside.
"Well," he began gruffly. "Eh, sit down, sit down. It's about Grawp. He ain't feelin' too good." Harry forced the feeling to groan. Hermione, looked at him concerned.
"Is he alright, Hagrid? What's wrong with him?" Hagrid wrung his hands together tightly with anxiety.
"Er, I dunno Hermione. He bin laying around all day. He can't breathe real well. An' his head, feels all clammy. He haven' bin eating much. I dunno what ter do." Ron stood up, his hand caressing his head in a frustrated manner.
"You can't figure out what's wrong with him?" He asked with hint of fear in his voice. Hagrid looked like he was about to cry.
"No! Then why do yer think I've bin tryin' ter get a hold of yeh? I need you ter look up the symptoms. Please? Help me, yeh three." Harry lowered his head, even though Hagrid didn't get kicked out of school last year, when Umbridge ruled over the school, he and Hermione did agree to help take care of him.
"Of course, Hagrid. You know we agreed to help take care of him, right? We won't back down on our word," Hagrid smiled toothily, a lone tear trickled down his coarse face.
"Thanks you three," Hermione stood up and placed her hand on his, it was like comparing a poodle to a Saint Bernard
"Come Hagrid, let's go inside, you and I and you can more specifically explain what's wrong with Grawp, okay?" He nodded and led Hermione inside his hut. Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess we'll let them discuss Grawp. Let's head back inside, so we can study for our N.E.W.T.S. We both know that we need to, we can't always cheat of Hermione." Harry said matter – of – factly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm sure McGonagall is going to go with Hermione's idea from last year about the anti-cheating quills." Harry nodded.
"It wouldn't have mattered last year anyway, for our O.W.L.S, we did pretty good. I have to tell you about my dream," They were inside now, as Harry and Ron were about to turn the corner they ran into Malfoy.
"Hey! Watch were you walking, Potter." Harry restrained himself and noticed that his girlfriend Nicky wasn't with him.
"Where's your girlfriend, Malfoy? With someone who isn't covered in as much grease as Snape?" Ron said icily. Malfoy smiled slightly.
"How clever you are, Weasley. How many galleons did it cost you to learn such awful comebacks?" Now it was Ron's turn to hold himself back, clenching his fingers into a fist.
"Oh, oh, Draco!" Called a female voice. The three of them turned to see Nicky walking down the hallway, her long black hair shining brilliantly. Her pale face was a contrast to the raven black hair. She sneered at Harry and Ron.
"What are you two slugs looking at?" asked Nicky distractedly. Harry rolled his eyes and led Ron around the couple.
"Hey, so what about you and Cho, how are things?" Ron asked as they began to proceed up the stairs into the common room.
"What about me and Cho? We haven't talked since last year. I think she still hates my guts," muttered Harry as he sat down in a comfortable chair in front of the fire. Ron laughed slightly.
"That's a hard thing to do mate; you're just a likeable guy." Harry chuckled darkly.
"Well, anyway. About this dream, are they like last year?" Ron's light voice suddenly became serious. He sat down next to Harry on the love seat, lying on his stomach.
"I don't know. The hallway scene is familiar, but I don't think it's in the department of mysteries. I've also been dreaming a lot about the first year. I had one the other night about the first week of our first year. It kind of made me happy because it reminded me when I met you and Hermione. It was nice," Ron looked at him sleepily.
"Yeah," he said in a distracted tone, as if reminiscing. Harry leaned back, looked into the fire, and closed his eyes. A thousand miles away, someone was having the same scene happening to them. However, he wasn't happy in fact, he was furious.
"WORMTAIL!" A voice bellowed throughout the house. A little rat-like man walked into the room.
"Yes, master?" he whimpered.
"What deal did I make with you, seven years ago?" said the voice coolly. Wormtail began trembling.
"I know master; I still have yet to kill one of the Marauders." A chortle flowed out of the chair.
"Yes, you have YET to do as I told you nearly a decade ago. This just shows me how dependable you CANNOT be Wormtail. I have taken your actions into consideration about what I'm going to do with you." Wormtail bowed to the back of the chair.
"I understand master." The man growled.
"You understand? YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He bellowed. "I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO UNDERSTAND, I'LL GIVE YOU MORE PAIN THEN YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTANDIN A LIFETIME!" Wormtail dropped to the ground, mumbling incoherently to himself in fear.
a/n: Okay, I understand now that I needed to finish. The first 13 chapters where a flashback to the first year, because I have taken Nicky's advice into thought. And it seemed to be the right thing to do to make the whole thing go by faster. Keep reading then! I realize I've made some obvious changes and I apologize for that!