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Hidden Treasures Chapter 2 The First Lock
The sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice jolted him out of the safe haven of his bed. Harry heard her calling him downstairs for the last minute or so. He wasn't so ready get up just yet. A quick yell from Harry,
"JUST A MINUTE,"
And another yell from Molly,
"OKAY DEAR,"
Was all that Harry needed to buy some time. He slipped his hand into his polyester pillowcase and pulled from it a small leather bound book. Harry recorded his dreams in it. When Dumbledore was alive, he advised Harry to do it.
"Don't! Don't think about him anymore. It was not your fault; you couldn't help anything. Now write down the dream before you forget, Harry."
Harry shook his head and took his glasses from the nightstand and slipped them over his face. He began to write:
Tuesday, July 29, 1997I was in the cave again and there were inferi chasing me and I called for Dumbledore to help me, but he wasn't there. Ginny was there instead of him and she was only scowling at me. She was finally speaking to me. when she transformed into a younger version of my mum. She told me she loved no matter what and then all I saw was the wide stretching floors of the attic and a broken watch on the floor.
Harry
He read it over a couple of times and accepted that that was all he was going to remember and headed downstairs to prepare for dinner.
Mr. Weasley and the twin were visiting them for Harry's upcoming birthday. He had insisted that he didn't want a celebration of any kind but they overruled him. Dinner was rushed and Harry was hurried up to his room shortly after. Hushed voices followed his departure as Harry trampled up the steps to his room. Immediately he set to work. Searching through his trunk, he found what he was looking for: his old copy of The Dream Oracle by: Inigo Imago.
Flipping through the pages, Harry set to decoding his dream.
"This sounds as if Trelawney wrote it herself!" he thought.
The Dream Oracle, page 620:
"You are discovering time and it's limitations. Embrace the emotional field that's surrounding you. You fear change and separation from loved ones. Memory will play a big part in your quest for yourself."
Harry listened to the oncoming footsteps to his room, and only seconds later, Ron, Hermione and Ginny casually walked into his room and sat on the floor in a huddle. Harry told them of his dream and showed them the book. Ron laughed out loud,
"Do you believe this? Don't take it so serious Harry. It's just Trelawney's old dumb book!"
He grinned triumphantly at Harry; Hermione slapped Ron on the arm lightly, but then mumbled her apology and her cheeks heated with a faint blush. They would steal the occasional glance or peek at each other, but still nothing came of it. The other would look while the other wasn't paying proper attention.
Ginny was fidgeting uncomfortably on the floor. She asked to be excused, and without waiting for an answer, made her way out of the room. Harry wanted to say something. He really did, but he couldn't look her in the eye. It might betray his still ripe feelings for her.
Ron, putting on his brotherly instinct, said suddenly,
"I'd better go talk to her. I will be right back."
"Okay"
"See you"
Hermione moved closer to Harry, and sat on the chair by his bed. She heaved a sigh of relief that Ron had finally left. She looked as if she had a lot on her mind.
"Harry, do you think he has noticed me yet. I mean, honestly, I give him every possible hint and he is always too thick in fog to see!"
All of a sudden, Harry realizes what Hermione is saying,
"You have never talked about it before, Hermione. I was sure you two fancied each other, but nothings ever come of it."
She clicked her tongue impatiently and said finally after a long pause:
"Well! I am going to do something about it!"
"Everyone could do with a little extra love,"
Said Harry glumly.
"Your right Harry. I've enjoyed our talk, thank you, no really, thank you. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."
" 'Night Hermione."
She left the room. Harry took her absence as his cue to grab the invisibility cloak and go exploring.
The attic was as he left it. Though, it seemed to have accumulated about a half an inch more dust since this morning. Harry walked to a far corner with ancient newspaper clippings hanging on the wall above a massive leather trunk. The articles were a faded yellow that dated back 17 years. The ink was chipped, making them unintelligible. It was the trunk that interested him. Three elaborate locks sealed this magnificent antique. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the first lock,
"Alohamora."
Surprisingly, it opened, and what Harry saw made him step back a little. Harry saw his mother's face moving around in a wizard photograph, with what looked to be the Minister of Magic at the time. A large book with torn pages fell open before him.