Chapter 8: The Dream
Normal POV:
Harry Potter knew he was dreaming, or, at least, that is what he thought, but it all seemed so real and he felt everything as though he was actually there. He wanted better clothes but he wore nothing but a t-shirt and shorts at that time, which didn't quite help with the situation he was facing in front of him. It just made him feel helpless. Tall, snow-capped mountains spread out in front of him. Wind blew towards him, taking with it the snow of those numerous massive shapes. He shivered as he felt those tiny white flakes touched him, stinging him, spreading their freezing bodies as they melt into water droplets on his skin. He turned around, hoping that the wind would stop blowing soon. As he did, he saw that there were more of those towering mountains.
The wind seemed to come from all directions at once, pushing coldness towards him. The wind and the cold were teaming up, making him cold before it even reached him. Whether they really hate him, because they were trying to freeze him to death, or really like him because they seem to cling on to him like another person hugging, only they never let go, he did not know. He did not care to know either. The point was that they were going to kill him soon if he did not do anything.
He tried to move his legs, to go somewhere (not that he really had anywhere or know where) but they seemed to have a mind of their own. That or they are frozen solid. Panic raced through him, quick as wildfire. He had battled Voldemort, the dark lord before but then, he could at least find a way to stop most of his attacks. This was unbearable. He would rather face Voldemort ten more times than go through with this and he didn't care if people thought he was weird.
Which they probably do, Harry thought. But like I have much of a choice of whom I rather face. This is probably a dream in which I, of all people just happened to be stuck in…AGAIN! If Voldemort is doing this…AGAIN, I swear I'll kill him for real this time. I'm tired of this!
"I want to wake up!" He yelled lamely into the wind.
"Then get up!" A familiar voice said simply. Harry looked around for its owner trying to remember who it was.
"Where are you?" He yelled back.
"Umm, right in front of you. Oh, just wake up, already," it said. Harry felt himself waking up this time. The mountains and the coldness had disappeared. He was in the library. He then realized who was talking to him, Esmeralda.
"Here," Harry said as he pulled out the scroll that Melissa had given him yesterday night. "Abrielle told me to give this back to you."
"What was the point of giving it to Mel in the first place," Esmeralda grumbled. "I was hoping she would do some research." She handed the scroll back. "Give it to Jen, then."
"Can't, Charlisse, she's still in the Ravenclaw common room."
"Or in her bed," Esmeralda said. "Thanks anyways." She took the scroll and left to find a book.
