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No. Of course he didn't. He walked to his bed giving Seamus an evil glare. He sat down on his and slipped in his pajamas. He lay quietly down on the bed, not making a sound, just rustling his sheets. His eyes focused on the ceiling. He wanted to go to sleep, but so many thoughts trampled over his brain. He was tired, but he couldn't just go to bed with all these thoughts in his head. He had to do something about them. He sat up in his bed, thinking. But there wasn't something he could do. Seamus had slipped weird ideas in his head, and now all he needed them to find a way out. Like a trap door in his head… He sleepily half-closed his eyes. He'll find it out tomorrow, but now they needed to find an end. He started thinking. Maybe these thoughts couldn't flood out because they were true. He opened his eyes wider. He hadn't really found an answer, but if this thought was true he didn't have a problem. Hermione didn't like him, and so he would get over it eventually. Harry laid back down his bed, and soon, he fell asleep.
Aaah. Harry finally did what he always wanted to do. Voldermort was dead. And he was with Sirius and his parents. But why was he there? He wasn't dead. And what was he walking on? It looked like cotton. But no, it's not cotton. It's Hedwig! Hedwig had grown really large then. Wait, that wasn't Hedwig, Hedwig was on James's shoulder. That was Buckbeak! And now Buckbeak was flying of, with him on. He was now over a house. Buckbeak lowered his head, and Harry crashed of. He fell on the sidewalk, and then, with Harry's curiosity, He walked up to the house and opened the door. It was Fudge talking to Riddle! But Riddle died, the memory died, but he was there. And Hermione had her wand stuck up his mouth for some odd reason. And then Riddle dropped to the ground, unconscious or dead, (Harry couldn't tell) he had swallowed her wand completely, then all these dementors floated over to Riddle and Hermione, sucked out Hermione's soul, but Riddle then sprang to life, and so did Hermione again. Hermione looked cheerful, and then she kissed Riddle. And then she killed Fudge. What was going on? Harry had to do something. He reached for his wand and then lifted it up to Riddle, and then started mumbling all the killing and suffering curses he could think of, but then there was something dangling in his face, it was something soft and smooth, there was a flash of white light, but it the flash didn't stop. It beamed lighter and lighter, till Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He must have died too. Harry blinked frantically and then finally opened his eyes completely. Hermione was hovering right over him, standing there, with her hands trying to keep her falling hair behind her ears, but whenever she did, another curl slipped from behind her ear and dropped into Harry's face.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Yah." Harry reached for his glasses.
"Are you sure? Because you were gripping your hand tightly above your head like you were holding something, and then you kept on saying unforgivable curses. I don't know why, but are you alright?" Hermione finally had lost the battle of the dropping hair and she had taken both her hands and gripped them tightly around a bun full of hair. Harry nodded slightly, and then weakly pushed himself up.
"Why am I on the floor?" Harry asked, looking rather confused.
"You sleep walked I suppose." Hermione suggested.
"Oh. Yeah, probably." Harry made his way up and walked towards the great hall.
"Hey Harry!" Neville beamed after him, making his way through the breakfast crowd.
"Neville, ah, have you seen Ron?"
"No… I haven't seen him all morning… Actually-" But Harry already ran towards the tower.
"The Noble Art of divination, has dawned on us again…" Trelawney announced, straightening her shawls. The huffy room became hotter and smelled more like essence of rose and lavender with every whiff Harry took. Harry finally clamped his fingers on his nose, and rambled through his bag for his predictions sheet.
"My dear, your prediction is awfully intense! What dream did you have 4 nights ago?" Trelawney walked towards Dean with her eyes appearing bigger with every step she took towards them.
"Um… Ah… I was in a gas station… And…" Dean searched the ceiling for an answer, and Ron made a weird coughing noise that sounded like: tanking the car.
"And you my dear, bring me your paper on predictions." Harry handed her his prediction sheet and watched Trelawney's huge eyes zoom on the paper back and forth.
"Oh my! On the night of tonight, you will most surely die!"
"Oh, please! What a lot of rubbish." Came a voice from behind him.
"Hermione!" Harry spun around.
"Harry, Dumbledore wants to see you. He says there's a guest with him." Hermione smiled to him slightly and then followed him outside.
Harry knocked on the door quietly. Harry stared over at Hermione, but Hermione was concentrated on the door.
"I thought you would be here." Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, Professor Lupin has come to see you."
"Lupin!" Harry gasped.
"How have you been Harry? Hermione?"
"Thank you Professor Lupin. I'm fine." Hermione answered politely. "And I'm pretty sure Harry is too."
"Wonderful." Lupin smiled and headed them out the door.
"Ah… I don't want to be rude, but ah… It's a full moon tonight." Harry muttered.
"I know." Lupin said calmly. "I wanted to come here for the potion. Now Harry I have rather more important things to discuss with you and Hermione." Lupin said looking around the halls. "I just want to make sure nobody else hears us." He walked them out of the front doors, where the sun was just starting to set.
"And we need to hurry." He retorted before Harry could even ask any questions.
"Is this about the order?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I have some bad news Harry. As you and Hermione already know, Voldermort has returned to power. Now, he has used many ways to kill people, including Harry, and last year, with using Harry." Lupin started. "Know. Since Ron is gone, I thought it might help, if you Hermione, well… Look after him. I know you can take care of yourself, but you can never be too safe when Voldermorts around."
"We're both just sixteen! That'll make Voldermort real scared! Two sixteen year olds walking. Ones really smart, the other one I need." Harry said angrily.
"It's all right Harry! Hermione knows her stuff." Lupin walked towards the sky. It was getting darker.
"Harry. Hermione. Go inside and get your coats, I have more to say!" Harry and Hermione huddled back inside and grabbed their coats. Hermione ran quickly in front of him.
"Harry, come on!" Hermione commanded. They reached the oak doors scrambled outside; surprisingly Harry found that Lupin had gone.
"Hermione, where's Lupin?" Harry asked. "He said he had wanted to say more. Why did he leave?" Harry walked out further until Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Use your common sense Harry!" She pointed to the bright moon shining around the navy sky.
"Oh no. That's not good." Harry scrambled in one direction towards the whamping willow.
"Harry! NO! Lupin might have taken the potion, maybe he… Forgot that he had."
"Hermione he wouldn't run away like that, and he didn't!" Harry ran towards the tree again until that same cold hand held his arm. But this time the feeling of the coldness felt… Almost… Happy. There was a chill around his body as his spine prickled.
"Harry. He might have gone to the shrieking shack so he wouldn't damage anything. Don't!" Hermione's voice echoed through his head, but instead of just pulling against Hermione's grip, he pulled her along.
"I'm trying to get you from dieing!" Harry pulled her, and expected her to pull back, but instead, she followed him and ran along the field to the shack.
