Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 2
The Golden Bell
The sunlight shone though the windows of the boys' dormitories. Harry opened his eyes. He no longer felt any pain in his forehead. Then, after a few minutes, he noticed that everything was quiet. No one was in the dormitory. Harry opened the curtains and got out of bed. He started down the stairs to the common room and looked around. He looked up at the window that had broken in his dream and then at the clock. It was already 10:00! Harry raced back upstairs and threw on his clothes and robes. He grabbed his potions book and ran down the stairs and out the door of the common room. He ran down the hall through Nearly Headless Nick, and all the way down the stairs to the dungeons where he tore open the door to his Potions class and stopped. Everyone had turned around to look at him. He saw Hermione and Ron look at each other and then back at him. Professor Snape had a sinister look on his face and was glaring straight at Harry. Harry looked around the room and his eyes landed on Malfoy, who was sitting in the corner smirking. Professor Snape slowly walked up the hall towards Harry and stopped dead in front of him. Harry was still catching his breath and couldn't keep his breathing quiet.
"Mr. Potter. This is the third time this week that you have been late for class."
"I know, Professor. I'm sorry." Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry?" The whole room went silent. "You have detention tomorrow with me. Right here." Harry looked at Malfoy who was snickering.
"Potter." Harry looked back at Snape. "Take your seat." Harry walked to his seat next to Ron and put his book on the table.
"What's up, Harry?" whispered Ron, "You missed breakfast again."
"I told you about my dream last night, Ron." Ron looked confused.
"No you didn't, Harry."
"Yes I did. Remember? You opened my curtains after I woke up and you..." Harry's voice trailed off when he noticed that Ron had no idea what he was talking about.
"Never mind," said Harry giving up.
"I heard that Anna-Nicole Ginnesbrook likes you, Harry," said Hermione as they walked down the hall to lunch.
"Where'd you hear that?" asked Ron.
"Parvati Patil. She said that she was talking with her sister and a few other girls from Ravenclaw and Anna-Nicole brought you up. Then, they all started talking about you." Harry didn't really care. His eyes were on his feet. He was trying to figure out his dream. What did beware the golden bell mean? And why didn't Ron remember talking with him in the middle of the night? None of it made any sense.
"Well, how do you know she's not telling a lie? Maybe she's the one that likes Harry. She's probably just getting herself off the hook," said Ron.
"Do I sense a tinge of jealousy?" hinted Hermione.
"Jealous? Me? Why would I be jealous? Only every girl in the school is swooning over Harry, and not me. There's no reason whatsoever to be jealous." Hermione smirked and looked at Harry.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"Hm?" Harry looked over at Hermione and he noticed that the three of them had stopped walking.
"You've been like a zombie all day," said Ron.
"I'm just trying to figure something out. I had this dream last night. It was Christmas vacation and I was alone in the common room. Someone came through the window and my scar started hurting. Then, they came over to me and told me to beware the golden bell. After that, I woke up and you opened the curtains to my four poster and asked me if I was allright, then you went back to sleep. You said you heard me screaming."
"I told you, Harry. I didn't hear anything last night, nor did I talk to you," said Ron with the same confused look on his face. Harry stopped walking and let his two friends go on without him. Harry couldn't go on to Divination while he had something to figure out. He turned around and found himself face-to-face with Anna-Nicole. She looked obviously startled and immediately blushed.
"Hi, Harry..." she said looking down. Harry looked over her shoulder to see Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face some ways down the corridor. Harry looked back at Anna-Nicole and by that time, she was gazing deep into his eyes. He frowned disgustedly at her.
"Hi, Anna-Nicole," he said wiping the frown off his face quickly.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" she asked him quite breathy.
"Yes...lovely day. Well, I have to get to uh...Divination. I'll talk to you later, allright?" Harry moved to the side of her and continued the other way.
"But, Divination is the other way," said Anna-Nicole
"Oh...right," Harry said, turning around. He looked over his shoulder at Malfoy and gave him a heavy glare.
"I'm going to Transfiguration...do you want to walk together?" she asked. Harry looked back at her. "Sure," he said. He would have to wait on his dream. He couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy. Harry weakly smiled at Anna-Nicole and they walked together down the corridor.
Harry barely made it to Divination. Professor Trelawney was just starting the class. With her extremely bad eyes, it would have been a wonder if she saw him sneak in.
"Where did you go, Harry?" whispered Hermione as soon as Harry sat down and put his books on the floor, "Honestly, you've been acting quite strange lately."
"I'll tell you after class," said Harry, looking at Professor Trelawney as if he had been there paying attention the whole time.
"Trelawney's really into it today, Harry. You missed it - She almost blew up poor Neville." Ron laughed to himself.
"That wasn't funny, Ronald! She could have really hurt him!" snapped Hermione.
"It was still funny," said Ron, looking away from Hermione. Harry smiled to himself. He was sure this argument would continue after class. Professor Trelawney and a few other students came around with small bowls filled with water and some black glop. Harry looked into his bowl when Lavender Brown placed one in front of him, Ron, and Hermione.
"Well look at that," Ron laughed, "She's going to teach us to read tobacco leaves today!" Hermione gave him a death glare. Ron just looked at her and laughed. Hermione shook her head, giving up. It was no use trying to calm Ron down. He'd just keep laughing until you left him alone. Harry snickered to himself and stopped when Hermione looked at him. He fixed his gaze on Professor Trelawney until Ron looked at him and started laughing. Then, Harry started laughing.
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed. She grabbed her Divination book and thrust it onto the table in front of her almost making their three bowls jump off the table and crash to the floor.
"Everyone open to page 134," said Professor Trelawney. She paused while everyone took out their textbooks and flipped to the page. When every book was silent, she began speaking.
"Today, we are going to learn how to read burnt fennel," she began.
"Tobacco," said Ron with a snicker. Harry covered his mouth and Hermione rolled her eyes trying to ignore them both.
"The way to get your reading is very simple. Lift your wands over your bowl and chant the incantation, herbus scribus and tap the bowl twice. Will everyone try that? No one tap the bowls." The whole class chanted, "herbus scribus" and set their wands back down on the tables.
"Very good. Now, can anyone tell me what it means if you have the silver sword in your cup of fennel?" Without giving the page so much as a glance, Hermione's hand shot up for the answer.
"The silver sword..." Harry repeated to himself. He raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" said Professor Trelawney. She had obviously grown tired of calling on Hermione every time she asked the class a question.
"Just curious...what is the golden bell?" asked Harry. Professor Trelawney looked at Harry for a while and then walked over to him.
"Where did you hear of the golden bell?" asked Professor Trelawney. She had a slight sound of panic in her voice. The whole room went silent and Harry felt as though he had interrupted the class and had made a terrible mistake in asking the question. Harry looked around and then back at Professor Trelawney. What would he say? He couldn't tell her his dream. She would go blabbing to Dumbledore thus creating a big commotion. No one needed to know. Just Harry. All eyes were on him; he could feel it.
"U-uh...around. I just wondered what it meant. Is it an omen or something?"
Professor Trelawney inched closer to Harry and almost in a whisper began: "Long, long ago, before any of us were on this Earth, there was a little boy about your age. He was a good boy...he would always do his chores and obey his mother. One day, his dad gave him a little gold bell. He said to ring it whenever he was in danger and either his mother or his father would come and see what was wrong. Well, the boy took that bell and went out to play in the woods. As soon as he got out there, a man in black robes came to him and reached out his hand to him. The man's hand was gray and blistered. As soon as the boy saw the man, he started frantically ringing the bell and calling for his parents. By the time the parents got to the scene, all that was found of the boy was his arm and the golden bell in his hand. Etched across the boy's arm in a bloody cut was: Beware the Golden Bell."
"Allright!" exclaimed Ron throwing up his arms. "I'm not eating dinner tonight!" After that, no one talked for the rest of the hour. They would have to get their readings the next day.
Chapter 2
The Golden Bell
The sunlight shone though the windows of the boys' dormitories. Harry opened his eyes. He no longer felt any pain in his forehead. Then, after a few minutes, he noticed that everything was quiet. No one was in the dormitory. Harry opened the curtains and got out of bed. He started down the stairs to the common room and looked around. He looked up at the window that had broken in his dream and then at the clock. It was already 10:00! Harry raced back upstairs and threw on his clothes and robes. He grabbed his potions book and ran down the stairs and out the door of the common room. He ran down the hall through Nearly Headless Nick, and all the way down the stairs to the dungeons where he tore open the door to his Potions class and stopped. Everyone had turned around to look at him. He saw Hermione and Ron look at each other and then back at him. Professor Snape had a sinister look on his face and was glaring straight at Harry. Harry looked around the room and his eyes landed on Malfoy, who was sitting in the corner smirking. Professor Snape slowly walked up the hall towards Harry and stopped dead in front of him. Harry was still catching his breath and couldn't keep his breathing quiet.
"Mr. Potter. This is the third time this week that you have been late for class."
"I know, Professor. I'm sorry." Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry?" The whole room went silent. "You have detention tomorrow with me. Right here." Harry looked at Malfoy who was snickering.
"Potter." Harry looked back at Snape. "Take your seat." Harry walked to his seat next to Ron and put his book on the table.
"What's up, Harry?" whispered Ron, "You missed breakfast again."
"I told you about my dream last night, Ron." Ron looked confused.
"No you didn't, Harry."
"Yes I did. Remember? You opened my curtains after I woke up and you..." Harry's voice trailed off when he noticed that Ron had no idea what he was talking about.
"Never mind," said Harry giving up.
"I heard that Anna-Nicole Ginnesbrook likes you, Harry," said Hermione as they walked down the hall to lunch.
"Where'd you hear that?" asked Ron.
"Parvati Patil. She said that she was talking with her sister and a few other girls from Ravenclaw and Anna-Nicole brought you up. Then, they all started talking about you." Harry didn't really care. His eyes were on his feet. He was trying to figure out his dream. What did beware the golden bell mean? And why didn't Ron remember talking with him in the middle of the night? None of it made any sense.
"Well, how do you know she's not telling a lie? Maybe she's the one that likes Harry. She's probably just getting herself off the hook," said Ron.
"Do I sense a tinge of jealousy?" hinted Hermione.
"Jealous? Me? Why would I be jealous? Only every girl in the school is swooning over Harry, and not me. There's no reason whatsoever to be jealous." Hermione smirked and looked at Harry.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"Hm?" Harry looked over at Hermione and he noticed that the three of them had stopped walking.
"You've been like a zombie all day," said Ron.
"I'm just trying to figure something out. I had this dream last night. It was Christmas vacation and I was alone in the common room. Someone came through the window and my scar started hurting. Then, they came over to me and told me to beware the golden bell. After that, I woke up and you opened the curtains to my four poster and asked me if I was allright, then you went back to sleep. You said you heard me screaming."
"I told you, Harry. I didn't hear anything last night, nor did I talk to you," said Ron with the same confused look on his face. Harry stopped walking and let his two friends go on without him. Harry couldn't go on to Divination while he had something to figure out. He turned around and found himself face-to-face with Anna-Nicole. She looked obviously startled and immediately blushed.
"Hi, Harry..." she said looking down. Harry looked over her shoulder to see Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face some ways down the corridor. Harry looked back at Anna-Nicole and by that time, she was gazing deep into his eyes. He frowned disgustedly at her.
"Hi, Anna-Nicole," he said wiping the frown off his face quickly.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" she asked him quite breathy.
"Yes...lovely day. Well, I have to get to uh...Divination. I'll talk to you later, allright?" Harry moved to the side of her and continued the other way.
"But, Divination is the other way," said Anna-Nicole
"Oh...right," Harry said, turning around. He looked over his shoulder at Malfoy and gave him a heavy glare.
"I'm going to Transfiguration...do you want to walk together?" she asked. Harry looked back at her. "Sure," he said. He would have to wait on his dream. He couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy. Harry weakly smiled at Anna-Nicole and they walked together down the corridor.
Harry barely made it to Divination. Professor Trelawney was just starting the class. With her extremely bad eyes, it would have been a wonder if she saw him sneak in.
"Where did you go, Harry?" whispered Hermione as soon as Harry sat down and put his books on the floor, "Honestly, you've been acting quite strange lately."
"I'll tell you after class," said Harry, looking at Professor Trelawney as if he had been there paying attention the whole time.
"Trelawney's really into it today, Harry. You missed it - She almost blew up poor Neville." Ron laughed to himself.
"That wasn't funny, Ronald! She could have really hurt him!" snapped Hermione.
"It was still funny," said Ron, looking away from Hermione. Harry smiled to himself. He was sure this argument would continue after class. Professor Trelawney and a few other students came around with small bowls filled with water and some black glop. Harry looked into his bowl when Lavender Brown placed one in front of him, Ron, and Hermione.
"Well look at that," Ron laughed, "She's going to teach us to read tobacco leaves today!" Hermione gave him a death glare. Ron just looked at her and laughed. Hermione shook her head, giving up. It was no use trying to calm Ron down. He'd just keep laughing until you left him alone. Harry snickered to himself and stopped when Hermione looked at him. He fixed his gaze on Professor Trelawney until Ron looked at him and started laughing. Then, Harry started laughing.
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed. She grabbed her Divination book and thrust it onto the table in front of her almost making their three bowls jump off the table and crash to the floor.
"Everyone open to page 134," said Professor Trelawney. She paused while everyone took out their textbooks and flipped to the page. When every book was silent, she began speaking.
"Today, we are going to learn how to read burnt fennel," she began.
"Tobacco," said Ron with a snicker. Harry covered his mouth and Hermione rolled her eyes trying to ignore them both.
"The way to get your reading is very simple. Lift your wands over your bowl and chant the incantation, herbus scribus and tap the bowl twice. Will everyone try that? No one tap the bowls." The whole class chanted, "herbus scribus" and set their wands back down on the tables.
"Very good. Now, can anyone tell me what it means if you have the silver sword in your cup of fennel?" Without giving the page so much as a glance, Hermione's hand shot up for the answer.
"The silver sword..." Harry repeated to himself. He raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" said Professor Trelawney. She had obviously grown tired of calling on Hermione every time she asked the class a question.
"Just curious...what is the golden bell?" asked Harry. Professor Trelawney looked at Harry for a while and then walked over to him.
"Where did you hear of the golden bell?" asked Professor Trelawney. She had a slight sound of panic in her voice. The whole room went silent and Harry felt as though he had interrupted the class and had made a terrible mistake in asking the question. Harry looked around and then back at Professor Trelawney. What would he say? He couldn't tell her his dream. She would go blabbing to Dumbledore thus creating a big commotion. No one needed to know. Just Harry. All eyes were on him; he could feel it.
"U-uh...around. I just wondered what it meant. Is it an omen or something?"
Professor Trelawney inched closer to Harry and almost in a whisper began: "Long, long ago, before any of us were on this Earth, there was a little boy about your age. He was a good boy...he would always do his chores and obey his mother. One day, his dad gave him a little gold bell. He said to ring it whenever he was in danger and either his mother or his father would come and see what was wrong. Well, the boy took that bell and went out to play in the woods. As soon as he got out there, a man in black robes came to him and reached out his hand to him. The man's hand was gray and blistered. As soon as the boy saw the man, he started frantically ringing the bell and calling for his parents. By the time the parents got to the scene, all that was found of the boy was his arm and the golden bell in his hand. Etched across the boy's arm in a bloody cut was: Beware the Golden Bell."
"Allright!" exclaimed Ron throwing up his arms. "I'm not eating dinner tonight!" After that, no one talked for the rest of the hour. They would have to get their readings the next day.