Chapter One: Dare to dream
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters and I never will. But I do own my plot. Hehehe
A/N: Well, I like creative writing, so I've decided to continue this story whether you like it or not. Hehehe. And, I switch back and forth between James and Lily, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. So please bear with me, and figure out for yourselves which is which. Read on!
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"I just can't do it!" said Ron angrily, as he unsuccessfully tried to make all of his quills write by themselves.
"I'm telling you Ron, it takes patience," Hermione said with an annoyingly placid air, "And it also takes skill."
"Are you telling me that I have no skill in Charms?"
"Well frankly, Ron, yes."
"C'mon, Harry, help me out here!"
Harry had been quietly listening to their conversation.
"Yeah, Hermione. And you can't really talk. I got the hang of it before you." Harry grinned.
"For the first time ever." Hermione scoffed.
"And I can't see the use of this anyway," Ron complained, "I mean, who wants to watch quills run back and forth over a page?"
"Maybe, Ron," Hermione said tartly, "Professor Flitwick is trying to save you some time when you're writing essays. Now, you can learn the charm, or Harry and I can watch you struggle when we finish our essays several hours before you."
"Humph...okay then," Ron said sulkily, "I'll learn the blasted charm."
As Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way down to the Hall for lunch, they approached a pretty seventh year girl with long, brown hair.
"Ooh, look Harry, it's Rachel!" Ron prodded Harry forward.
"Ron! It's no wonder you never get past stage one with a girl. Your attitude clearly says 'I'm-a- desperate- seventeen- year- old- boy- who- really- wants- a- girlfriend,- but -am completely- incapable- of- getting –one- for- myself- because- I- am -so -immature."
"Hey, are you saying that..."
"We'll meet you in the Hall, Harry." Hermione interrupted.
"Yeah, thanks." Harry said gratefully. Ron was his best friend, but since he didn't have a girlfriend, he could be a bit un subtle when it came to girls.
"Hey, Harry!" Rachel greeted him. She turned to her friends and muttered, "I'll meet you down in the Hall, okay?"
All of the group departed, except one redhead who Harry knew as Melanie.
"Oh, yeah...in a moment." Rachel said to Melanie.
"So, how've you been? I haven't talked to you in ages!" Harry said, glad to be speaking to her again.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I've been really busy. Loads of homework, you know."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
There was an awkward silence.
"So, umm, the next Hogsmeade weekend is soon. Umm, would you like to umm...go and have a coffee or something then?"
"Ooh, that'd be lovely!" Rachel beamed, "I'll meet you at nine, outside the portrait."
"Okay, great!" Harry said happily.
"Oh, and um, my friend Melanie here..." Melanie, who had been presently silent, suddenly hissed, "Rachel! Not so loud!"
"Sorry, Mel. Anyway," she whispered into Harry's ear, "Melanie would like you to err, speak to your friend Ron. You know....she's a bit shy..."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I'm sure he'll be thrilled!" he said to Melanie.
Melanie looked relieved, and moved away a bit, to wait for Rachel.
"So, I'll see you on Saturday then?" said Harry.
"Yep! See you then!" Rachel flashed Harry a pretty smile, waved, and continued down the corridor to the Hall.
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"James, shut up!" Lily hissed, "If we keep quiet, we can sneak out into the dark, and get back up to the Gryffindor tower unnoticed."
"Oh, yeah." James said, still stunned.
Lily rolled her eyes.
"Now, since we're near a staircase, as soon as I open the door, we make a dash for it. Okay?"
"Make a dash for what?" James said stupidly.
"The staircase, you idiot." Lily said exasperatedly.
"Oh...right then."
"Ready? Now, I'll check if the coast is clear." Lily opened the door a crack, and-
Brilliant sunshine dazzled their eyes.
"What?" Lily gasped, shocked. "We can't have been in here that long!"
James looked even more stunned. "How long've we been here then?"
"Um," Lily checked her watch, "About three hours. Not that long!"
"Then why is it so sunny?" James asked.
"I don't know! Something's weird..." Lily replied.
"So, what do we suggest we do, Ms. Brainiac?"
Lily glared at him.
"Well, let's get out of here for a start. But we'd better use that invisibility cloak of yours."
"Why?" James asked.
"So that no-one sees us, and asks us awkward questions!"
"Oh, okay. Get under then."
Lily and James crept cautiously out of the room, and into the sunny corridor, filled with students.
"Lily?" James said.
"What?" Lily hissed back.
"Is it just me, or did a whole lot of new students appear overnight?"
Lily observed the people around her.
"Now that you mention it, there are a lot of unfamiliar faces." Lily mused. "The school must be a lot bigger than we thought."
"Hmm..."
Lily and James crept up to the Gryffindor common room. They checked that there was no-one around, and threw off the cloak.
The Fat Lady was reading a book.
"Password?" she asked lazily, not looking up.
"Sniggeldywiggeldyfig." James said promptly.
"Incorrect."
"Wha???" James's mouth fell open. "It is too sniggeldywiggeldyfig!"
"I know!" Lily said indignantly.
"Well, you are obviously not Gryffindor students. So please go away." The fat lady drawled.
Lily heard footsteps approaching.
"Quick! Get under the cloak!"
Lily and James dived for the cloak, and made it just in time.
Harry and Ron rounded the corner.
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"Isn't it brilliant, Harry!" Ron said eagerly, "I'm meeting her at nine thirty outside the Three Broomsticks!"
"Yeah, Ron, that's really fantastic!" Harry tried to sound enthusiastic.
Harry really was happy for Ron. But after two hours of Ron talking about his date with Melanie, Harry was beginning to find it a bit tiresome.
"Ron, Ron, RON!" Harry finally got through to Ron, who was in his own little dreamworld.
"Oh, yeah, what Harry?"
"Remember, you're seventeen. And there is nothing less attractive than an obviously date deprived guy. So play it quiet and cool, okay? Not excited and childish. QUIET and COOL."
"Okay. Quiet, cool. Quiet, cool." Ron chanted.
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"Hey, look! Part of my fan club! That weirdo looks just like me!" James whispered.
Lily groaned loudly.
"Hey, shut up!"
Lily clapped her hand over her mouth, and looked mortified, because Ron and Harry here now peering quizzically their way.
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"Um, Harry, what was that?" Ron whispered.
"Dunno. Probably just creaking boards or something."
"Yeah, probably."
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Lily could feel the cloak slipping off of her shoulders. She couldn't move, because then they would be caught for sure. So she held it more tightly around her body, and prayed that it wouldn't slip.
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Ron looked at Harry.
Harry looked at Ron.
They both looked at the empty space that was making weird sounds.
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"Oh, great." Lily thought.
Oh crap." James thought.
Lily felt the cloak sliding down her shoulders.
Before she could stop it, it slipped over her shoulders, revealing her face.
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Ron looked down the corridor to see if anyone was playing a weird practical joke.
In that instant, Harry saw a head floating in mid-air.
A head with long, flaming red hair, and bright, emerald green eyes.
Harry fell backwards in shock, gasping, and looked over at Ron.
Ron was still staring down the corridor, looking for any trace of a person.
"Ron, Ron! Look here!"
"What is it, mate?" Ron said worriedly.
But as they both looked over at the space, there was nothing there. Not a sound, or a trace of movement.
Ron glanced at Harry in concern, and then said quietly, "There's nothing there, Harry."
"But I saw! I saw a face...a girl's face...I think it was my mother's face."
Ron looked at his feet for a moment, before saying tentatively, "But...Harry...your mum's....dead."
"Yes, I know, but it was her! I know that face!"
Footsteps were coming down the corridor towards them. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall appeared.
"What is all this commotion?" she asked.
When Harry said nothing, Ron spoke up.
"Well...Harry kinda....sorta....saw...."
"Yes, saw what, Weasley?"
"He saw....his mother's head."
"What?" Professor MocGonagall looked unbelievingly at Harry, who was still staring at the space where the head had appeared.
"You say you saw Lily Potter's HEAD over by that wall?"
Harry said quietly, "Yes, Professor."
The professor looked at him strangely for a moment, before saying, her eyes bright, "Do not dare to dream, Mr. Potter."
She turned on her heel and walked away.
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Any good? Too confusing? Too rushed? Send me a review, and tell me what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters and I never will. But I do own my plot. Hehehe
A/N: Well, I like creative writing, so I've decided to continue this story whether you like it or not. Hehehe. And, I switch back and forth between James and Lily, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. So please bear with me, and figure out for yourselves which is which. Read on!
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"I just can't do it!" said Ron angrily, as he unsuccessfully tried to make all of his quills write by themselves.
"I'm telling you Ron, it takes patience," Hermione said with an annoyingly placid air, "And it also takes skill."
"Are you telling me that I have no skill in Charms?"
"Well frankly, Ron, yes."
"C'mon, Harry, help me out here!"
Harry had been quietly listening to their conversation.
"Yeah, Hermione. And you can't really talk. I got the hang of it before you." Harry grinned.
"For the first time ever." Hermione scoffed.
"And I can't see the use of this anyway," Ron complained, "I mean, who wants to watch quills run back and forth over a page?"
"Maybe, Ron," Hermione said tartly, "Professor Flitwick is trying to save you some time when you're writing essays. Now, you can learn the charm, or Harry and I can watch you struggle when we finish our essays several hours before you."
"Humph...okay then," Ron said sulkily, "I'll learn the blasted charm."
As Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way down to the Hall for lunch, they approached a pretty seventh year girl with long, brown hair.
"Ooh, look Harry, it's Rachel!" Ron prodded Harry forward.
"Ron! It's no wonder you never get past stage one with a girl. Your attitude clearly says 'I'm-a- desperate- seventeen- year- old- boy- who- really- wants- a- girlfriend,- but -am completely- incapable- of- getting –one- for- myself- because- I- am -so -immature."
"Hey, are you saying that..."
"We'll meet you in the Hall, Harry." Hermione interrupted.
"Yeah, thanks." Harry said gratefully. Ron was his best friend, but since he didn't have a girlfriend, he could be a bit un subtle when it came to girls.
"Hey, Harry!" Rachel greeted him. She turned to her friends and muttered, "I'll meet you down in the Hall, okay?"
All of the group departed, except one redhead who Harry knew as Melanie.
"Oh, yeah...in a moment." Rachel said to Melanie.
"So, how've you been? I haven't talked to you in ages!" Harry said, glad to be speaking to her again.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I've been really busy. Loads of homework, you know."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
There was an awkward silence.
"So, umm, the next Hogsmeade weekend is soon. Umm, would you like to umm...go and have a coffee or something then?"
"Ooh, that'd be lovely!" Rachel beamed, "I'll meet you at nine, outside the portrait."
"Okay, great!" Harry said happily.
"Oh, and um, my friend Melanie here..." Melanie, who had been presently silent, suddenly hissed, "Rachel! Not so loud!"
"Sorry, Mel. Anyway," she whispered into Harry's ear, "Melanie would like you to err, speak to your friend Ron. You know....she's a bit shy..."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I'm sure he'll be thrilled!" he said to Melanie.
Melanie looked relieved, and moved away a bit, to wait for Rachel.
"So, I'll see you on Saturday then?" said Harry.
"Yep! See you then!" Rachel flashed Harry a pretty smile, waved, and continued down the corridor to the Hall.
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"James, shut up!" Lily hissed, "If we keep quiet, we can sneak out into the dark, and get back up to the Gryffindor tower unnoticed."
"Oh, yeah." James said, still stunned.
Lily rolled her eyes.
"Now, since we're near a staircase, as soon as I open the door, we make a dash for it. Okay?"
"Make a dash for what?" James said stupidly.
"The staircase, you idiot." Lily said exasperatedly.
"Oh...right then."
"Ready? Now, I'll check if the coast is clear." Lily opened the door a crack, and-
Brilliant sunshine dazzled their eyes.
"What?" Lily gasped, shocked. "We can't have been in here that long!"
James looked even more stunned. "How long've we been here then?"
"Um," Lily checked her watch, "About three hours. Not that long!"
"Then why is it so sunny?" James asked.
"I don't know! Something's weird..." Lily replied.
"So, what do we suggest we do, Ms. Brainiac?"
Lily glared at him.
"Well, let's get out of here for a start. But we'd better use that invisibility cloak of yours."
"Why?" James asked.
"So that no-one sees us, and asks us awkward questions!"
"Oh, okay. Get under then."
Lily and James crept cautiously out of the room, and into the sunny corridor, filled with students.
"Lily?" James said.
"What?" Lily hissed back.
"Is it just me, or did a whole lot of new students appear overnight?"
Lily observed the people around her.
"Now that you mention it, there are a lot of unfamiliar faces." Lily mused. "The school must be a lot bigger than we thought."
"Hmm..."
Lily and James crept up to the Gryffindor common room. They checked that there was no-one around, and threw off the cloak.
The Fat Lady was reading a book.
"Password?" she asked lazily, not looking up.
"Sniggeldywiggeldyfig." James said promptly.
"Incorrect."
"Wha???" James's mouth fell open. "It is too sniggeldywiggeldyfig!"
"I know!" Lily said indignantly.
"Well, you are obviously not Gryffindor students. So please go away." The fat lady drawled.
Lily heard footsteps approaching.
"Quick! Get under the cloak!"
Lily and James dived for the cloak, and made it just in time.
Harry and Ron rounded the corner.
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"Isn't it brilliant, Harry!" Ron said eagerly, "I'm meeting her at nine thirty outside the Three Broomsticks!"
"Yeah, Ron, that's really fantastic!" Harry tried to sound enthusiastic.
Harry really was happy for Ron. But after two hours of Ron talking about his date with Melanie, Harry was beginning to find it a bit tiresome.
"Ron, Ron, RON!" Harry finally got through to Ron, who was in his own little dreamworld.
"Oh, yeah, what Harry?"
"Remember, you're seventeen. And there is nothing less attractive than an obviously date deprived guy. So play it quiet and cool, okay? Not excited and childish. QUIET and COOL."
"Okay. Quiet, cool. Quiet, cool." Ron chanted.
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"Hey, look! Part of my fan club! That weirdo looks just like me!" James whispered.
Lily groaned loudly.
"Hey, shut up!"
Lily clapped her hand over her mouth, and looked mortified, because Ron and Harry here now peering quizzically their way.
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"Um, Harry, what was that?" Ron whispered.
"Dunno. Probably just creaking boards or something."
"Yeah, probably."
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Lily could feel the cloak slipping off of her shoulders. She couldn't move, because then they would be caught for sure. So she held it more tightly around her body, and prayed that it wouldn't slip.
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Ron looked at Harry.
Harry looked at Ron.
They both looked at the empty space that was making weird sounds.
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"Oh, great." Lily thought.
Oh crap." James thought.
Lily felt the cloak sliding down her shoulders.
Before she could stop it, it slipped over her shoulders, revealing her face.
-------
Ron looked down the corridor to see if anyone was playing a weird practical joke.
In that instant, Harry saw a head floating in mid-air.
A head with long, flaming red hair, and bright, emerald green eyes.
Harry fell backwards in shock, gasping, and looked over at Ron.
Ron was still staring down the corridor, looking for any trace of a person.
"Ron, Ron! Look here!"
"What is it, mate?" Ron said worriedly.
But as they both looked over at the space, there was nothing there. Not a sound, or a trace of movement.
Ron glanced at Harry in concern, and then said quietly, "There's nothing there, Harry."
"But I saw! I saw a face...a girl's face...I think it was my mother's face."
Ron looked at his feet for a moment, before saying tentatively, "But...Harry...your mum's....dead."
"Yes, I know, but it was her! I know that face!"
Footsteps were coming down the corridor towards them. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall appeared.
"What is all this commotion?" she asked.
When Harry said nothing, Ron spoke up.
"Well...Harry kinda....sorta....saw...."
"Yes, saw what, Weasley?"
"He saw....his mother's head."
"What?" Professor MocGonagall looked unbelievingly at Harry, who was still staring at the space where the head had appeared.
"You say you saw Lily Potter's HEAD over by that wall?"
Harry said quietly, "Yes, Professor."
The professor looked at him strangely for a moment, before saying, her eyes bright, "Do not dare to dream, Mr. Potter."
She turned on her heel and walked away.
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Any good? Too confusing? Too rushed? Send me a review, and tell me what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
