A/N: I'm SOOOO Sorry about Fred and George! I completely forgot that they
weren't at school. I talked to my sister before I wrote it even to make
sure they were still there and she said that they were only a year older
then Ron and Harry so I shouldn't have listened ( please forgive me. They
won't be at school again so hopefully you can all just forget about that
chapter.... That would be nice. Thanks for all the reviews and helpful
criticism. Hopefully this chapter will reveal more about the dementors and
stuff. If anyone wants to email me personally with anymore advice, my email
is frostdancer936hotmail.com. Thanks again everyone. And once again, sorry
about fred and george!
That night, Harry had the most peculiar dream.
Harry was walking through the dark forest carelessly. Dementors tried to come up to him but something was driving them back. Harry didn't know what it was and he didn't care but he just kept going deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he came to a graveyard and that brought him out of his trance a bit. He looked around at the tombs. "Cornelius Fudge," one said. Harry was startled. He did not know Cornelius had died. He looked at another. "Albus Dumbledore," it read. Harry started trembling. "no," he breathed. "Dumbledore isn't dead!" he cried. Then he walked to another one, "Sirius Black," it read. Except the tomb stone was lying on its back and cut in half. Lucius had done this. This was what Hagrid had mentioned a couple weeks ago. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Harry Potter. It all ends here." Harry turned around slowly, his heart pounding incredibly fast when suddenly he couldn't see anymore. Everything was dark. "WHO ARE YOU?!" Harry cried out. He heard laughing, the cruelest laugh he'd ever heard drawing closer... and closer... and closer...
Harry sat up in bed abruptly. His wand was in his hand and he was pointing it around the room as though one of his roommates was going to attack him. His eyes were open and he looked fully awake and ready. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and he put his wand away and looked around the room confused. He was so sure that he had seen a graveyard in the Dark Forest.
Harry felt extremely thirsty. He got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water and sighed as he looked at the clock. 2:30 A.M. He decided he should probably get up and finish his Transfiguration assignment of transforming his eyes to blue from green. It just wouldn't work. Every time he tried they'd be hazel for a moment and then go back to green. Harry stood up and walked to the open window beside his bed and sighed. The night air felt wonderful and felt crisp and cool against his sweating face. Harry decided he couldn't stay in the boys dormitory any longer. He stood up and changed into some jeans and the same dark grey sweatshirt he'd worn two days ago into the dark forest and grabbed his broom. Before he left he put his hand in his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out the mirror Sirius had given him, which he had fixed at the beginning of the year with Arculous Reparo. He looked at it and then before he could control his anger he through it hard on his dresser. To his relief it didn't break and he picked it up and tucked it safely in his pocket again.
Harry then walked to the window, stood on the ledge with his broom, mounted it without looking down, and took off. He soared downward past the pillars and over the greenhouse and towards the lake near the dark forest. The cool breeze against his face which blue his messy black hair backwards felt wonderful and he almost felt as though he was being relieved of some terrible pressure. The sky was still pitch black and the stars stood out brightly against it. Harry decided to fly down near the lake and stop to sit on one of the huge boulders in it, not far from shore, and watched the night. He heard nothing but crickets and wind. Even the dark forest was silent tonight. Harry thought hard about Ginny, about his dream, about Sirius. Ginny was fantastic. She loved him but his missed Sirius too much. Even Ginny couldn't replace him, nor could she help Harry get over him.
Harry pulled out the round mirror Sirius had given him and looked into at his own eyes. For the first time, he saw his sadness. A tear trickled down his cheek and then he spoke with all the strength and hope he could muster up through his hurt soul. He had to try again.
"Sirius! I BEG you PLEASE! Talk to me! I know you can! I know you will! You have the mirror with you behind that veil. It was in your cloak! Please, Sirius, speak to me! Look at me! Just let me just see you..." Harry stared into the mirror and for a moment he thought he saw Sirius's face when a loud cry was heard in the dark forest. Harry sighed.
"Snape," he whispered to himself. He knew it was just his potions master sucking the blood of a thestral. But then he heard the cry again, and this was no thestral. It was a man.
"AAAHHH!" Harry heard it again, this time standing up on the stone and grabbing his broom. This was a cry out in pain; a cry for help; and Harry was the only one to do it. Harry tucked his mirror back in his sweatshirt pocket and then mounted his broom and took off over the forest. He didn't know what it could possibly be or who would possibly be roaming the forest at this hour but he needed to find out and help whoever it was.
He flew low, just above the treetops searching for the sound or for any sign of human life. After no cry was heard again he decided to fly a little bit lower, weaving through the trees about twenty feet above the ground. When he was just reaching the other end, he heard it again, a ways behind him. Harry jerked the broom around and zoomed backwards going even lower flying around the trees with great skill when finally he saw it. A man was lying face down on the ground and another man was pointing a wand at his neck. Harry flew very slowly and quietly down to the scene until he was behind a tree and peeking around only a few feet behind them.
"I've told you time and time again Severus, it is a mistake to fight back when you're fighting against me," the standing one said. 'Severus?!' Harry thought to himself. Suddenly Harry saw a jet of blue light hit Snape in the back and Harry decided that he'd had enough. He flew up behind the attacker and pointed a wand at his neck. The man turned and met Harry's eyes with his bright blue ones in a look of hate and disgust. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy? You..."
"Yes Mr. Potter. So are you here to save your dear potions master?"
"Yes. Now drop your wand," Harry said confidently through clenched teeth. Harry would battle Mr. Malfoy until death if he had to but he would not let the teacher who he most despised die because of a deatheater.
That night, Harry had the most peculiar dream.
Harry was walking through the dark forest carelessly. Dementors tried to come up to him but something was driving them back. Harry didn't know what it was and he didn't care but he just kept going deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he came to a graveyard and that brought him out of his trance a bit. He looked around at the tombs. "Cornelius Fudge," one said. Harry was startled. He did not know Cornelius had died. He looked at another. "Albus Dumbledore," it read. Harry started trembling. "no," he breathed. "Dumbledore isn't dead!" he cried. Then he walked to another one, "Sirius Black," it read. Except the tomb stone was lying on its back and cut in half. Lucius had done this. This was what Hagrid had mentioned a couple weeks ago. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Harry Potter. It all ends here." Harry turned around slowly, his heart pounding incredibly fast when suddenly he couldn't see anymore. Everything was dark. "WHO ARE YOU?!" Harry cried out. He heard laughing, the cruelest laugh he'd ever heard drawing closer... and closer... and closer...
Harry sat up in bed abruptly. His wand was in his hand and he was pointing it around the room as though one of his roommates was going to attack him. His eyes were open and he looked fully awake and ready. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and he put his wand away and looked around the room confused. He was so sure that he had seen a graveyard in the Dark Forest.
Harry felt extremely thirsty. He got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water and sighed as he looked at the clock. 2:30 A.M. He decided he should probably get up and finish his Transfiguration assignment of transforming his eyes to blue from green. It just wouldn't work. Every time he tried they'd be hazel for a moment and then go back to green. Harry stood up and walked to the open window beside his bed and sighed. The night air felt wonderful and felt crisp and cool against his sweating face. Harry decided he couldn't stay in the boys dormitory any longer. He stood up and changed into some jeans and the same dark grey sweatshirt he'd worn two days ago into the dark forest and grabbed his broom. Before he left he put his hand in his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out the mirror Sirius had given him, which he had fixed at the beginning of the year with Arculous Reparo. He looked at it and then before he could control his anger he through it hard on his dresser. To his relief it didn't break and he picked it up and tucked it safely in his pocket again.
Harry then walked to the window, stood on the ledge with his broom, mounted it without looking down, and took off. He soared downward past the pillars and over the greenhouse and towards the lake near the dark forest. The cool breeze against his face which blue his messy black hair backwards felt wonderful and he almost felt as though he was being relieved of some terrible pressure. The sky was still pitch black and the stars stood out brightly against it. Harry decided to fly down near the lake and stop to sit on one of the huge boulders in it, not far from shore, and watched the night. He heard nothing but crickets and wind. Even the dark forest was silent tonight. Harry thought hard about Ginny, about his dream, about Sirius. Ginny was fantastic. She loved him but his missed Sirius too much. Even Ginny couldn't replace him, nor could she help Harry get over him.
Harry pulled out the round mirror Sirius had given him and looked into at his own eyes. For the first time, he saw his sadness. A tear trickled down his cheek and then he spoke with all the strength and hope he could muster up through his hurt soul. He had to try again.
"Sirius! I BEG you PLEASE! Talk to me! I know you can! I know you will! You have the mirror with you behind that veil. It was in your cloak! Please, Sirius, speak to me! Look at me! Just let me just see you..." Harry stared into the mirror and for a moment he thought he saw Sirius's face when a loud cry was heard in the dark forest. Harry sighed.
"Snape," he whispered to himself. He knew it was just his potions master sucking the blood of a thestral. But then he heard the cry again, and this was no thestral. It was a man.
"AAAHHH!" Harry heard it again, this time standing up on the stone and grabbing his broom. This was a cry out in pain; a cry for help; and Harry was the only one to do it. Harry tucked his mirror back in his sweatshirt pocket and then mounted his broom and took off over the forest. He didn't know what it could possibly be or who would possibly be roaming the forest at this hour but he needed to find out and help whoever it was.
He flew low, just above the treetops searching for the sound or for any sign of human life. After no cry was heard again he decided to fly a little bit lower, weaving through the trees about twenty feet above the ground. When he was just reaching the other end, he heard it again, a ways behind him. Harry jerked the broom around and zoomed backwards going even lower flying around the trees with great skill when finally he saw it. A man was lying face down on the ground and another man was pointing a wand at his neck. Harry flew very slowly and quietly down to the scene until he was behind a tree and peeking around only a few feet behind them.
"I've told you time and time again Severus, it is a mistake to fight back when you're fighting against me," the standing one said. 'Severus?!' Harry thought to himself. Suddenly Harry saw a jet of blue light hit Snape in the back and Harry decided that he'd had enough. He flew up behind the attacker and pointed a wand at his neck. The man turned and met Harry's eyes with his bright blue ones in a look of hate and disgust. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy? You..."
"Yes Mr. Potter. So are you here to save your dear potions master?"
"Yes. Now drop your wand," Harry said confidently through clenched teeth. Harry would battle Mr. Malfoy until death if he had to but he would not let the teacher who he most despised die because of a deatheater.
