Chapter 4: nightmares
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"Harry! Harry, please! No! Stop! Harry!" Hermione screamed as she tossed and turned in her bed, whimpering between screams. Lavender and Ron raced into the room, followed by the triplets, Albus, Sirius and Remus, and Minerva.
"Hermione, Hermione wake up!" Lavender said, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed, shaking her by the shoulders. Hermione's bloodshot eyes snapped open with a finally 'No' scream and she looked around. She was still in her room. But it didn't take long for the memories of her horrible nightmare to rush into her memory, and as soon as they did, she began crying openly into her hands. Lavender looked at her sympathetically, letting Hermione use her shoulder to cry on. She rubbed her back, trying to sooth her. Ron and the other men stood by the wall, watching as Lavender, Fire, Flame, and Minerva tired to comfort the crying woman.
"Hermione, what's wrong sweetie?" Fire asked, sitting behind lavender with her sister by her, Minerva on the other side of the bed.
"It was Harry." Hermione sobbed. Ron's head snapped up.
"What about him?" Ron asked, stepping away from the wall.
"He was there, standing in front of Draco. He looked so beaten up but he was still standing strong. I was there too, chained to a wall. I think I was kidnapped or something. But I was there and I saw everything. Harry was yelled at Draco, but he did nothing. Then Draco approached him, said 'They're all mine now' and... and..." Hermione just began crying harder. Lavender handed her over to her older sister-in-law because Lavender's robe was soaking wet.
"And what?" Sirius asked. Finding no answer from Hermione, they realized that it must have been something horrifying for her to see in her dream to not want to go on.
"Did he curse him?" Remus asked her. Hermione shook her head. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. It was oblivious that he was going to be killed in the dream but it was a mystery to the others how.
"Could you tell us how?" Flame asked. Hermione lifted her head off her shoulder and nodded.
"Draco took the sword from Harry's side and he just plunged it into his stomach." Hermione broke down into more tears and Dumbledore looked straight at Ron and Sirius. He walked out of the room and the two followed him. Ron closed the door and was glad to be out of the room; he couldn't bare any more of her dream.
"What's up, Albus?" Sirius asked as Albus paced along the hall.
"It's my daughters dream." He mumbled.
"What are you trying to say?" Ron asked.
"Her dream is as good as the future. It's something she got from Samantha." Sirius cut him off.
"Samantha!? I thought she was Starr's daughter!"
"She is, Sirius, she is. Samantha was her middle name. She preferred to be called it to Starr; she said that it sounded weird. So anyways, as I saying, Samantha had this weird power that passes down her witching line. Ironically, it's connected with Calaflame. You see, since their lives will one day be cut short once Calaflame will take it's finally pull on them, they have the ability to see the things that will change their lives the most in their dreams. In this case, Hermione saw my son-in-law dying. Apparently, she was there as well because she wouldn't have been able to see it as she did if she hadn't been there. Because if she hadn't been, she probably would have dreamt about when she was told about it." Dumbledore paused to let them take it in.
"So, you think that Harry is really going to die like how she said?" Sirius asked finally, unable to believe what he had been told. He couldn't help but silently curse under his breath when he got a nod in reply. 'It's not fair, damnit! First I loose my best friend and someone who I considered as my sister, and now I'm going to loose my godson because of these stupid Dark Lords! Why are they punishing me!?' Sirius thought to himself, looking down.
"There must have been more, there just has to! She started crying again, she couldn't finish! How do we know that he didn't really die!? I have to ask her, I need to know!" Ron almost rushed into the room but Sirius grabbed him arm in a quick flash.
"Ron, leave her be! She's going through enough right now! We should wait until the morning to ask her anything." Sirius told Ron. Ron looked at him as though he was crazy.
"How can you say that!? You know as well as I do that she had more to her dream and I have to find out! How could you not want to!? He's your godson and you're best friends son! Don't you care!? Well, I do because he's my best friend, and I don't care what yo say, but I have a right to find out every bit of that dream from her!" Ron shouted.
"Of course I care about Harry, but Hermione is my concern right now! She's in there crying because she saw her husband, her love, her soul mate, and the father to her children! Take some time to think that this is hurting her more than it is you! I mean, how would you feel if you witnessed Lavender die in the hands of Draco by her own wand or something? Pretty damn sad, huh?" Sirius let go of Ron's arm and leaned against the wall. Ron looked away and then opened the door.
"Lavender, let's go to bed." Ron called. Lavender emerged from the room seconds later, looking depressed. She looked at the boys and hugged Sirius.
"It's alright Sirius, cry." She whispered. He let a single tear fall onto her robe and she smiled at him. She turned back and began walking to their room (which was Hermione's old one), but before she did, she turned to the two grown men. "Professor Dumbledore, you may not be good at this quiet yet since you never saw her grow up, but I'm sure she needs some more family to comfort her." Lavender gave a small smile before bidding them a goodnight and closed the door.
"She's a kind and smart girl, that Lavender. And really good hearted." Sirius said, smiling. Dumbledore nodded and Sirius left to go to bed. Remus and Minerva left soon and they all went to their separate rooms. The only ones left where the triplets and Albus. Hermione was still crying, though it was a softer cry as her two sisters-in-law sat on either side of her, Hermione's head on Flame's shoulder.
"'Mione, you should get some sleep, sis. If you keep crying like this, you'll get an attack." Fire muttered to Hermione as they all sat there in silence, the only sound the sound of baby Kittiey softly breathing as she slept. Jade and Harry James where awaken by their mother's screaming, but they just sat in their smaller beds by their sister's crib, silent this whole time.
"Attack?" Albus inquired, looking up.
"Dad, I'm surprised you don't know, with mother having Calaflame and all." Hermione said, looking up at her father.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Flame and I did some research on Calaflame after their wedding and we told Hermione about a few things that we learned. There are several ways to have an attack. One of them is by crying non stop without sleep, or food, combined with depression." Fire said to her headmaster.
"How do I not know about this?"
"Well, not many people do. I actually don't think my brother knows either. But most people with family members who have Calaflame know this from experience. It's amazing that you don't know since you're wife and daughter both have it." Ash said, who was silent most of this time. He sighed and sat down on his nephew's bed. Harry James looked at him, but kept against his pillows, his little sister's bed basically connected to his (The twins felt it as a sort of comforting thing for each other).
"Well, Starr didn't have many attacks and Hermione only had one when we had her. That's how we knew that Starr passed it down to her. I'm surprised that my granddaughters don't have it yet." Dumbledore door glanced at the sleeping baby and the wide-awake girl.
"Well, I'm working on a cure for this so that I won't have anyone in my family ever have it!" Flame said, looking hopeful at her sister. Fire nodded.
"You two are working on a cure?" Hermione said, resting her head on Fire's shoulder now, looking at her wedding ring on her finger.
"Yeah sweetie, we are. We don't want you to suffer from the horrible death that's waiting for you in nineteen years. I've read about it. It's awful. First, it seems like a normal attack, but then it gets worse. It won't go away. You have to be kept under a special spell for seventeen years. All that time you'll be in pain. You can't eat much and you can't touch anything unless the spell has touched it. You can't do much except wait until it lifts. Then, you'll have a few days, about five, until you die. It's like the death of a Phoenix, but you aren't reborn." Flame explained. Hermione just sighed. When she was forty, when her little baby would be nineteen, she would suffer and die so painfully.
"Please find it." Hermione mumbled. Silence filled the room again, everyone waiting for someone to say something. Finally, someone spoke.
"You know what I think?" Spoke a very silent Jade. Everyone turned to the raven-haired child.
"What is that honey?" Hermione asked her oldest daughter.
"I think I know what's going to happen." She said, her emerald eyes filled with knowledge way past her years.
"What?" Ash asked, looking at the girl behind him.
"I said that I think I know what's going to happen. That in August, mother is going to be sleeping. You are asleep outside of her door because you're tryin to protect her from the fate that waits her. But you're ignorant and don't think of her balcony, the one place that could have given her the worse death of her 7th year. Draco comes in at night and takes mother. We, Harry James and I, will wake up and see the new Dark Lord with our mother in his arms. Of course, we are scared so we cower together in a corner. He transforms Kittiey and us to a room where he soon comes with mother in his arms still. There, we see out father, in the middle of the room, being hit by charm after charm, curse after curse. He still stands there though, as strong and brave as I remember him, and he takes it all in. And when he sees us there, everyone stops and watches and Draco takes out his wand and..." Jade stopped, looking around at the interested group.
"Go on, Jade." Dumbledore encouraged.
"I can't tell." Jade said, her face straight.
"What?" Ash said, standing up. Jade turned to her uncle.
"Can you not hear? I can't tell." Jade looked at her brother, sister, then mother. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed." And with that, Jade pulled her covers over her head and slept.
"Jade!" Albus was about to shake the girl, but Harry James put his hand to his grandfathers.
"Don't bother, grandfather. Jade won't wake up. She doesn't want you to disturb her." Harry James said.
"But, she knows what will happen you you're mother. Don't you want to know?" Flame asked. Harry James smiled.
"But I do know." And with that, he followed his sister's suit and all that was left where two lumps under covers.
-End of chapter! I hope ya enjoyed it and once again sorry for that wait! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
-Serenity
Thanx for reviewing! I hope I didn't make ya wait to long! Well, I hope ya'll enjoy this!!!!!
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"Harry! Harry, please! No! Stop! Harry!" Hermione screamed as she tossed and turned in her bed, whimpering between screams. Lavender and Ron raced into the room, followed by the triplets, Albus, Sirius and Remus, and Minerva.
"Hermione, Hermione wake up!" Lavender said, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed, shaking her by the shoulders. Hermione's bloodshot eyes snapped open with a finally 'No' scream and she looked around. She was still in her room. But it didn't take long for the memories of her horrible nightmare to rush into her memory, and as soon as they did, she began crying openly into her hands. Lavender looked at her sympathetically, letting Hermione use her shoulder to cry on. She rubbed her back, trying to sooth her. Ron and the other men stood by the wall, watching as Lavender, Fire, Flame, and Minerva tired to comfort the crying woman.
"Hermione, what's wrong sweetie?" Fire asked, sitting behind lavender with her sister by her, Minerva on the other side of the bed.
"It was Harry." Hermione sobbed. Ron's head snapped up.
"What about him?" Ron asked, stepping away from the wall.
"He was there, standing in front of Draco. He looked so beaten up but he was still standing strong. I was there too, chained to a wall. I think I was kidnapped or something. But I was there and I saw everything. Harry was yelled at Draco, but he did nothing. Then Draco approached him, said 'They're all mine now' and... and..." Hermione just began crying harder. Lavender handed her over to her older sister-in-law because Lavender's robe was soaking wet.
"And what?" Sirius asked. Finding no answer from Hermione, they realized that it must have been something horrifying for her to see in her dream to not want to go on.
"Did he curse him?" Remus asked her. Hermione shook her head. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. It was oblivious that he was going to be killed in the dream but it was a mystery to the others how.
"Could you tell us how?" Flame asked. Hermione lifted her head off her shoulder and nodded.
"Draco took the sword from Harry's side and he just plunged it into his stomach." Hermione broke down into more tears and Dumbledore looked straight at Ron and Sirius. He walked out of the room and the two followed him. Ron closed the door and was glad to be out of the room; he couldn't bare any more of her dream.
"What's up, Albus?" Sirius asked as Albus paced along the hall.
"It's my daughters dream." He mumbled.
"What are you trying to say?" Ron asked.
"Her dream is as good as the future. It's something she got from Samantha." Sirius cut him off.
"Samantha!? I thought she was Starr's daughter!"
"She is, Sirius, she is. Samantha was her middle name. She preferred to be called it to Starr; she said that it sounded weird. So anyways, as I saying, Samantha had this weird power that passes down her witching line. Ironically, it's connected with Calaflame. You see, since their lives will one day be cut short once Calaflame will take it's finally pull on them, they have the ability to see the things that will change their lives the most in their dreams. In this case, Hermione saw my son-in-law dying. Apparently, she was there as well because she wouldn't have been able to see it as she did if she hadn't been there. Because if she hadn't been, she probably would have dreamt about when she was told about it." Dumbledore paused to let them take it in.
"So, you think that Harry is really going to die like how she said?" Sirius asked finally, unable to believe what he had been told. He couldn't help but silently curse under his breath when he got a nod in reply. 'It's not fair, damnit! First I loose my best friend and someone who I considered as my sister, and now I'm going to loose my godson because of these stupid Dark Lords! Why are they punishing me!?' Sirius thought to himself, looking down.
"There must have been more, there just has to! She started crying again, she couldn't finish! How do we know that he didn't really die!? I have to ask her, I need to know!" Ron almost rushed into the room but Sirius grabbed him arm in a quick flash.
"Ron, leave her be! She's going through enough right now! We should wait until the morning to ask her anything." Sirius told Ron. Ron looked at him as though he was crazy.
"How can you say that!? You know as well as I do that she had more to her dream and I have to find out! How could you not want to!? He's your godson and you're best friends son! Don't you care!? Well, I do because he's my best friend, and I don't care what yo say, but I have a right to find out every bit of that dream from her!" Ron shouted.
"Of course I care about Harry, but Hermione is my concern right now! She's in there crying because she saw her husband, her love, her soul mate, and the father to her children! Take some time to think that this is hurting her more than it is you! I mean, how would you feel if you witnessed Lavender die in the hands of Draco by her own wand or something? Pretty damn sad, huh?" Sirius let go of Ron's arm and leaned against the wall. Ron looked away and then opened the door.
"Lavender, let's go to bed." Ron called. Lavender emerged from the room seconds later, looking depressed. She looked at the boys and hugged Sirius.
"It's alright Sirius, cry." She whispered. He let a single tear fall onto her robe and she smiled at him. She turned back and began walking to their room (which was Hermione's old one), but before she did, she turned to the two grown men. "Professor Dumbledore, you may not be good at this quiet yet since you never saw her grow up, but I'm sure she needs some more family to comfort her." Lavender gave a small smile before bidding them a goodnight and closed the door.
"She's a kind and smart girl, that Lavender. And really good hearted." Sirius said, smiling. Dumbledore nodded and Sirius left to go to bed. Remus and Minerva left soon and they all went to their separate rooms. The only ones left where the triplets and Albus. Hermione was still crying, though it was a softer cry as her two sisters-in-law sat on either side of her, Hermione's head on Flame's shoulder.
"'Mione, you should get some sleep, sis. If you keep crying like this, you'll get an attack." Fire muttered to Hermione as they all sat there in silence, the only sound the sound of baby Kittiey softly breathing as she slept. Jade and Harry James where awaken by their mother's screaming, but they just sat in their smaller beds by their sister's crib, silent this whole time.
"Attack?" Albus inquired, looking up.
"Dad, I'm surprised you don't know, with mother having Calaflame and all." Hermione said, looking up at her father.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Flame and I did some research on Calaflame after their wedding and we told Hermione about a few things that we learned. There are several ways to have an attack. One of them is by crying non stop without sleep, or food, combined with depression." Fire said to her headmaster.
"How do I not know about this?"
"Well, not many people do. I actually don't think my brother knows either. But most people with family members who have Calaflame know this from experience. It's amazing that you don't know since you're wife and daughter both have it." Ash said, who was silent most of this time. He sighed and sat down on his nephew's bed. Harry James looked at him, but kept against his pillows, his little sister's bed basically connected to his (The twins felt it as a sort of comforting thing for each other).
"Well, Starr didn't have many attacks and Hermione only had one when we had her. That's how we knew that Starr passed it down to her. I'm surprised that my granddaughters don't have it yet." Dumbledore door glanced at the sleeping baby and the wide-awake girl.
"Well, I'm working on a cure for this so that I won't have anyone in my family ever have it!" Flame said, looking hopeful at her sister. Fire nodded.
"You two are working on a cure?" Hermione said, resting her head on Fire's shoulder now, looking at her wedding ring on her finger.
"Yeah sweetie, we are. We don't want you to suffer from the horrible death that's waiting for you in nineteen years. I've read about it. It's awful. First, it seems like a normal attack, but then it gets worse. It won't go away. You have to be kept under a special spell for seventeen years. All that time you'll be in pain. You can't eat much and you can't touch anything unless the spell has touched it. You can't do much except wait until it lifts. Then, you'll have a few days, about five, until you die. It's like the death of a Phoenix, but you aren't reborn." Flame explained. Hermione just sighed. When she was forty, when her little baby would be nineteen, she would suffer and die so painfully.
"Please find it." Hermione mumbled. Silence filled the room again, everyone waiting for someone to say something. Finally, someone spoke.
"You know what I think?" Spoke a very silent Jade. Everyone turned to the raven-haired child.
"What is that honey?" Hermione asked her oldest daughter.
"I think I know what's going to happen." She said, her emerald eyes filled with knowledge way past her years.
"What?" Ash asked, looking at the girl behind him.
"I said that I think I know what's going to happen. That in August, mother is going to be sleeping. You are asleep outside of her door because you're tryin to protect her from the fate that waits her. But you're ignorant and don't think of her balcony, the one place that could have given her the worse death of her 7th year. Draco comes in at night and takes mother. We, Harry James and I, will wake up and see the new Dark Lord with our mother in his arms. Of course, we are scared so we cower together in a corner. He transforms Kittiey and us to a room where he soon comes with mother in his arms still. There, we see out father, in the middle of the room, being hit by charm after charm, curse after curse. He still stands there though, as strong and brave as I remember him, and he takes it all in. And when he sees us there, everyone stops and watches and Draco takes out his wand and..." Jade stopped, looking around at the interested group.
"Go on, Jade." Dumbledore encouraged.
"I can't tell." Jade said, her face straight.
"What?" Ash said, standing up. Jade turned to her uncle.
"Can you not hear? I can't tell." Jade looked at her brother, sister, then mother. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed." And with that, Jade pulled her covers over her head and slept.
"Jade!" Albus was about to shake the girl, but Harry James put his hand to his grandfathers.
"Don't bother, grandfather. Jade won't wake up. She doesn't want you to disturb her." Harry James said.
"But, she knows what will happen you you're mother. Don't you want to know?" Flame asked. Harry James smiled.
"But I do know." And with that, he followed his sister's suit and all that was left where two lumps under covers.
-End of chapter! I hope ya enjoyed it and once again sorry for that wait! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
-Serenity