A/N: I'M REALLY SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! I just wanted to make a small little chapter inbetween the next one, to get you guy's there. And I thought that would be a pretty good ending.
Disclaimers: I won't be doing any other's since I did that in the first chappie.
ENJOY!
Game Over
Chapter 2
Noename
The next day's at Hogwarts always proved interesting, but uneventful. Nothing disturbed anybody, or anything. The new teacher's introduced themselves, if there were none; which never happened, the teachers would just launch into the studies. All presumed the student's knew the rules. The sun would shine, with a light drizzle, some clouds would roll in occasionaly. Sometimes a joke would be cracked, or a more hand's on lesson. Other than that the student's were bored out of their minds.
That's why Harry didn't expect anything to happen when he fell asleep.
"As you all know we're going to be learning about charm's that can accidently be reversed to blow things up." Professor Flitwick glanced at Seamus who smiled weakly. Harry groaned quietly and leaned over to Ron.
"Do you think I'd be okay if I dozed for a bit?" Harry whispered through the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes on Flitwick who was perched a top a large pile of books behind a desk. Ron smiled slightly.
"Sure, Hermione will be glad to do your homework." Nodding, Harry straightened up, and almost automatically slumped back down, he rested his head on his arm, and began to fall into a slumber of sorts.
~"Harry, come on!" Hermione screamed. Ron got up and beckoned his friend along. Harry frowned and followed hurriedly. Where were they? There was a waterfall on his left, and it looked like they were standing on the cliff it ran off of. Trees surrounded him, and the smell of fresh wet pine pierced his senses. The night sky hung darkly, the moon stood alone, all stars had fallen from the sky. Hooded figures advanced and the three picked up the pace.
Soon the three emerged to the other side, and standing was...no, it couldn't be.
"Harry, look! Sirius!" Hermione pointed. She ran to him, her wand was drawn, Ron followed. Harry pulled out his own and chased after them. When they reached him he looked straight faced, and worried for the well-being of his godson.
"Harry, take them across the river. I'll hold them off." Sirius began to climb a tree when Harry grabbed hold of him.
"I don't understand any of this!" He shouted angrily. "You're dead! This isn't real!" Harry screamed. The Death Eater's halted in their tracks.
"This is your view of it. How you picture it...That it's your fault..." Sirius turned and climbed the tree. Harry's brows burrowed. Eyebrows wrinkling in thought. Suddenly new hands grabbed hold of him. It was Remus. He was dragging him back to the river, and they were jumping from one stone to the next. A cry bellowed out from Sirius' direction.
Harry looked at Remus, he was crying, that much was apparent. He looked torn in two, like he and Sirius had already had a discussion, involving that Remus could not turn back. Suddenly Harry slipped, and fell into the river. A strong current grabbed hold of him and dragged him under. The water closed above him, shutting out the light. His hand reached toward the light he could see through the dank water, it popped through the surface. Clawing at the air, looking for another hand to pull the rest of him out. It never came.
Harry's sight changed, he was watching the scene, from above somewhere. Sirius was running forward, he threw himself into the river. The current dragging him under, but he emerged. His strength and determination boosting him towards his godson. Harry looked at the rest of the scene. There he was, on the shore! Wait! No! That wasn't him in the river. It was trick, a trap.
Sirius reached the death eater dressed in Harry's atire. He pulled him to the surface. Voldemort's face twisted into a smile, and shoved the shocked Sirius Black under the water.
"No! Sirius!" Harry was running forward now. He saw Sirius go limp, Voldemort laughed, a cold hissing laughter. Harry broke down in sobs. And Remus pulled him away, crying, but trying to look strong. And the world blurred, a voice called his name from beyond.~
"Harry wake up!" Hermione began to shake Harry violently. He lay on the floor, clutching his head, screaming Sirius' name. He shot up, covered in sweat. Awakened from the dream, he looked around franticly. Flitwick stood on his left, looking worried. Ron sat on his right with a glass of water, Hermione was kneeling next to him, her hands on his shoulders. The rest of the class looked from their seats.
"What happened? Where were we?" Harry scrambled to his feet, not sure whether to believe he had emerged from the dream, or not.
Before anybody opened their mouths Ron shoved the glass of water into his friends hands, he scooped both of their stuff up, Hermione grabbed her bag, and they dragged him from the room. Professor Flitwick didn't even call them back. The last thing Harry spotted was Draco. He was staring at him, there was something in his eyes. What, Harry couldn't tell.
~~~****~~~
Draco stood abruptly, Pansy's hand reached up to grab him, but he cleverly dodged around her, and made his way to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor?" Draco started cautiously. The small wizard turned and toppled from the large pile of spellbooks.
"What do you need, Draco my lad?" The wizard pulled himself upright, and adjusted his hat in a jolly manner.
The young blonde shifted from one foot to the other like a horse, and looked towards his Professor's office. The small, but wise old man nodded, and lead his student to the office.
The office was well furnished, there was a warm crackling fire, portraits of famous wizards lined the room, two chair stood infront of a mahogany desk, behind the desk stood leather chair. On the sides of the room were bookshelves crammed with spellbooks, and other random books of magic.
Draco was brought back to his senses with the soft click of the office door, and he directed his attention to the small figure in front of him. Flitwick hoisted himself into the leather chair and motioned for Draco climb into one of the blue ones. Draco sat obediantly.
"What did you need to talk about?" Flitwick questioned smiling warmly.
"I was wondering...if I could...talk to the Headmaster."
Flitwick looked at him in wonderment. The boy looked nervous, that was for certain. But why? He just wanted to talk with Dumbledore.
"Why?" Flitwick had to admit, a Malfoy wanting to talk to Dumbledore seemed alittle weird. Unless it was a complaint of course...
Here was where he stumbled. "I-I..." Draco stopped and looked at the door. Wasn't too late to make a dash, was it? Why was he even nervious! He was the infamous Draco Malfoy! HE wasn't afraid. He brought his head up high and began again. "I want to talk to him about a spell, and Harry Potter."
Flitwick smiled, and nodded. Although he was going to ask why Harry Potter, he decided it was between the Headmaster and Draco.
Draco nodded, and left the office to retreive his bag before he headed to the statue leading to Dumbledore's office.
Before he left Flitwick handed him a small piece of parchment, and returned to his class. Draco headed down the corridor, taking long strides. If he went fast enough, took a few shortcuts, and managed to get the password before the Dream Team arrived, he could probably talk to Dumbledore before they got there.
Draco's pale, long fingers unfolded the letter and held it up to the light of a torch. It read;
Gummi Bear.
Disclaimers: I won't be doing any other's since I did that in the first chappie.
ENJOY!
Game Over
Chapter 2
Noename
The next day's at Hogwarts always proved interesting, but uneventful. Nothing disturbed anybody, or anything. The new teacher's introduced themselves, if there were none; which never happened, the teachers would just launch into the studies. All presumed the student's knew the rules. The sun would shine, with a light drizzle, some clouds would roll in occasionaly. Sometimes a joke would be cracked, or a more hand's on lesson. Other than that the student's were bored out of their minds.
That's why Harry didn't expect anything to happen when he fell asleep.
"As you all know we're going to be learning about charm's that can accidently be reversed to blow things up." Professor Flitwick glanced at Seamus who smiled weakly. Harry groaned quietly and leaned over to Ron.
"Do you think I'd be okay if I dozed for a bit?" Harry whispered through the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes on Flitwick who was perched a top a large pile of books behind a desk. Ron smiled slightly.
"Sure, Hermione will be glad to do your homework." Nodding, Harry straightened up, and almost automatically slumped back down, he rested his head on his arm, and began to fall into a slumber of sorts.
~"Harry, come on!" Hermione screamed. Ron got up and beckoned his friend along. Harry frowned and followed hurriedly. Where were they? There was a waterfall on his left, and it looked like they were standing on the cliff it ran off of. Trees surrounded him, and the smell of fresh wet pine pierced his senses. The night sky hung darkly, the moon stood alone, all stars had fallen from the sky. Hooded figures advanced and the three picked up the pace.
Soon the three emerged to the other side, and standing was...no, it couldn't be.
"Harry, look! Sirius!" Hermione pointed. She ran to him, her wand was drawn, Ron followed. Harry pulled out his own and chased after them. When they reached him he looked straight faced, and worried for the well-being of his godson.
"Harry, take them across the river. I'll hold them off." Sirius began to climb a tree when Harry grabbed hold of him.
"I don't understand any of this!" He shouted angrily. "You're dead! This isn't real!" Harry screamed. The Death Eater's halted in their tracks.
"This is your view of it. How you picture it...That it's your fault..." Sirius turned and climbed the tree. Harry's brows burrowed. Eyebrows wrinkling in thought. Suddenly new hands grabbed hold of him. It was Remus. He was dragging him back to the river, and they were jumping from one stone to the next. A cry bellowed out from Sirius' direction.
Harry looked at Remus, he was crying, that much was apparent. He looked torn in two, like he and Sirius had already had a discussion, involving that Remus could not turn back. Suddenly Harry slipped, and fell into the river. A strong current grabbed hold of him and dragged him under. The water closed above him, shutting out the light. His hand reached toward the light he could see through the dank water, it popped through the surface. Clawing at the air, looking for another hand to pull the rest of him out. It never came.
Harry's sight changed, he was watching the scene, from above somewhere. Sirius was running forward, he threw himself into the river. The current dragging him under, but he emerged. His strength and determination boosting him towards his godson. Harry looked at the rest of the scene. There he was, on the shore! Wait! No! That wasn't him in the river. It was trick, a trap.
Sirius reached the death eater dressed in Harry's atire. He pulled him to the surface. Voldemort's face twisted into a smile, and shoved the shocked Sirius Black under the water.
"No! Sirius!" Harry was running forward now. He saw Sirius go limp, Voldemort laughed, a cold hissing laughter. Harry broke down in sobs. And Remus pulled him away, crying, but trying to look strong. And the world blurred, a voice called his name from beyond.~
"Harry wake up!" Hermione began to shake Harry violently. He lay on the floor, clutching his head, screaming Sirius' name. He shot up, covered in sweat. Awakened from the dream, he looked around franticly. Flitwick stood on his left, looking worried. Ron sat on his right with a glass of water, Hermione was kneeling next to him, her hands on his shoulders. The rest of the class looked from their seats.
"What happened? Where were we?" Harry scrambled to his feet, not sure whether to believe he had emerged from the dream, or not.
Before anybody opened their mouths Ron shoved the glass of water into his friends hands, he scooped both of their stuff up, Hermione grabbed her bag, and they dragged him from the room. Professor Flitwick didn't even call them back. The last thing Harry spotted was Draco. He was staring at him, there was something in his eyes. What, Harry couldn't tell.
~~~****~~~
Draco stood abruptly, Pansy's hand reached up to grab him, but he cleverly dodged around her, and made his way to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor?" Draco started cautiously. The small wizard turned and toppled from the large pile of spellbooks.
"What do you need, Draco my lad?" The wizard pulled himself upright, and adjusted his hat in a jolly manner.
The young blonde shifted from one foot to the other like a horse, and looked towards his Professor's office. The small, but wise old man nodded, and lead his student to the office.
The office was well furnished, there was a warm crackling fire, portraits of famous wizards lined the room, two chair stood infront of a mahogany desk, behind the desk stood leather chair. On the sides of the room were bookshelves crammed with spellbooks, and other random books of magic.
Draco was brought back to his senses with the soft click of the office door, and he directed his attention to the small figure in front of him. Flitwick hoisted himself into the leather chair and motioned for Draco climb into one of the blue ones. Draco sat obediantly.
"What did you need to talk about?" Flitwick questioned smiling warmly.
"I was wondering...if I could...talk to the Headmaster."
Flitwick looked at him in wonderment. The boy looked nervous, that was for certain. But why? He just wanted to talk with Dumbledore.
"Why?" Flitwick had to admit, a Malfoy wanting to talk to Dumbledore seemed alittle weird. Unless it was a complaint of course...
Here was where he stumbled. "I-I..." Draco stopped and looked at the door. Wasn't too late to make a dash, was it? Why was he even nervious! He was the infamous Draco Malfoy! HE wasn't afraid. He brought his head up high and began again. "I want to talk to him about a spell, and Harry Potter."
Flitwick smiled, and nodded. Although he was going to ask why Harry Potter, he decided it was between the Headmaster and Draco.
Draco nodded, and left the office to retreive his bag before he headed to the statue leading to Dumbledore's office.
Before he left Flitwick handed him a small piece of parchment, and returned to his class. Draco headed down the corridor, taking long strides. If he went fast enough, took a few shortcuts, and managed to get the password before the Dream Team arrived, he could probably talk to Dumbledore before they got there.
Draco's pale, long fingers unfolded the letter and held it up to the light of a torch. It read;
Gummi Bear.