An Unexpected Dream
Harry was traveling down a long, dark, deserted hallway. He had absolutely no idea where he was. The air was misty and foggy, so it was hard to see where he was going. Then, Harry came across a door. He ventured over to the wooden door in hopes of getting out of this place. But, to his surprise, the door was marked 'Weasley'.
Harry slowly turned the doorknob. He peered through the door and realized that he was in the Weasley's yard. Curious, he stepped through the doorway to see what was going on. Harry walked across their front lawn and started to walk up the steps when Ron came out the front door with his broomstick. Then, Harry say himself come out behind Ron, also carrying a broomstick. This must be a dream, Harry thought to himself.
"I haven't played Quidditch in so long!" the other Harry said.
"Yeah, hopefully you're not good anymore, then I can finally beat you," Ron relied with a laugh. Harry decided to follow both of them.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley came yelling out of the garden, "You were supposed to de-gnome the garden yesterday! I've asked over a million times!"
"Oops," Ron said quietly.
"Now, you're going to have to wash the dishes for the next two weeks for your punishment. And if you don't do that, I'll say no more Quidditch until school starts!"
"But Mom, the dishes wash themselves."
"I'll take the spell off them!"
Ron stormed off with the other Harry following him. Rom was muttering, "When you're not looking, I'll put the spell back on."
The, Harry found himself back out into the misty hallway. That, he had to admit, was really strange. He decided to travel farther down the hallway. He came across another door to his right. When he read what was on this door, he debated whether or not he should go in. He really wanted too, but deep inside of him Harry thought that he shouldn't. After a minute of pondering, Harry opened and went though the door that said 'Granger'.
Harry had entered Hermione's bedroom. There she was, lying on her bed reading a book. Harry stood in the same place, not knowing what to do. Hermione was wearing bellbottom jeans, w white tank top, and her curly brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Harry always liked it when she wore her hair up. She is so beautiful, he thought.
There was a knock on her window. They both turned their heads in that direction. Hermione walked over to the window and opened it, in flew Pig.
"Hey there Pig," Hermione said to the owl.
She unwrapped the letter from his claw. Harry watched as she read the letter from Ron to herself. Then she said something that lifted Harry off of his feet.
"Yes! Harry's coming!"
Harry awoke from the bizarre dream. He sat up in his bed and looked over at his clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. This dream wasn't like any of his other dreams. He felt like it was telling him something.
Could it be that Hermione secretly had a crush on him as he did of her? Or that Ron was having trouble keeping up with his chores? Harry sat in his bed for a few minutes just going over all the events that had happened in his dream. Harry decided that he would discuss the whole thing with Ron tomorrow. So, he rolled over, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.