Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter related belong to J.K. Rowling, and all thing Aliens related belong to 20th Century Fox and such. However the plot belongs to me. Also my friend Katie and my friend Writer Chica were kind enough to beta read my story.

Harry Potter and the Alien Hive

Chapter 2: Front Page

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy with the thunderbolt scar, the boy who was destined to save the wizarding world from He Who Must Not Be Named, Lord Voldemort, awoke in a cold sweat startled from a heart-stopping nightmare.

It was strange. Harry felt frightened at the dream he had just seen, and yet at the same time he felt relieved. For the first time since he could remember he didn't dream he was seeing through the eyes of his worst enemy. He dreamed of monsters. Not humans doing monstrous, terrible things, but real monsters. The kind that came out of your closet, with teeth and claws. The kind of monster that every person dreams about at one time or another. For once Harry Potter was dreaming like a normal kid.

Harry yawned and pulled open one of the red curtains of his four-poster bed, blinking slightly as the light from the morning sun hit his dark adjusted eyes. He looked at the clock, the one that actually told time as opposed to the ones that told of people's current locations. 7:30 am Friday morning, another glorious day at Hogwarts.

Moans and groans erupted from the other beds in the room belonging to Ron Weasely, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom, Harry's fellow Gryffindors and friends.

"Morning." Harry said lazily. "We got a half an hour before breakfast and I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel like missing it."

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"Harry, you seem....happier this morning." Hermione smiled.

"Well for once I'm dreaming of hideous monsters in my closet like every other kid, for a change." Harry smiled back sitting across the table from Hermione.

"And that's a good thing?" Ron came up behind Harry and sat down next to him.

"Well, for me it is. It's easier to block out and brush aside regular monsters than a powerful Dark Lord who is responsible for every misfortune I have experienced." Harry spoke matter-of-factly while spreading marmalade on a piece of toast

While eating Harry took a chance to look around the great Hall, and noticed that Headmaster Dumbledore was not at the teachers table, neither were Professor Mcgonagall or Professor Snape.

"Oh my, Harry, Ron look at this!" Hermione was gaping at her copy of the Daily Prophet.

"What is that thing?" Ron whispered, looking at the looking at the picture on the front page.

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. The picture showed two men and two women from the department of New Discoveries, and between them was the monster that came out of the closet in his dream.

"Harry? You okay?" Hermione looked at him very concerned.

"No." Harry whispered. "That's the monster I saw in my dream." Harry closed his eyes sitting back down and sighing. "And just when I thought I was starting to be normal."

"What do you think that is?" A new voice entered hearing range.

Harry turned to face the Slytherin table. The question had undoubtedly come from Pansy Parkinson sitting next to Draco Malfoy who was looking at his own copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Huh. Looks like something our so-called Care of Magical Creatures Professor would keep as a lapdog." The Slytherin Prince chuckled maliciously, accompanied by Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and his other cronies. Harry frowned.

"Malfoy, can't you go one day without being a complete prat?" The Slytherin and his cronies turned around to face the disgusted Ron.

Draco stood up, a smirk on his face, and crossed the space between the two tables.

"Potter!" Draco put the Daily Prophet with the picture of the black thing down on the table in front of Harry, and placed himself between Harry and Ron, ignoring Ron completely. "Perhaps you can tell us all what this thing is."

Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle slightly as he heard the conversations of the other students go quieter around them. He suppressed a groan. He really didn't feel like dealing with Draco this early in the morning.

"What makes you think I know anything about this?" Harry snapped irritably.

"Simply because every horrible thing that happens always seems to be connected with you." Draco sneered. "Though with you being Dumbledore's favorite and all, you could probably find out what all of this is about."

"Why don't you head back to the snake pit where you were born!" Ron stood up and pulled the back of Draco's robes, taking Draco with back towards the Slytherin table. Malfoy staggered. Fortunately for his pride, Crabbe and Goyle were there behind him to keep his balance.

"Don't you touch me, Weasely!" Draco snarled.

"What's going on over there?" Professor Sprout called from the teacher's table.

"Nothing, Professor Sprout." Both boys answered and sat back down, neither eager to get detention a week into term.

"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione scolded in a fierce whisper.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but he's-"

"I know he is, that's the point. He's trying to provoke you so you'll get into trouble. Harry too." Hermione interrupted before Ron could do any more damage.

Ron huffed. Harry knew that Ron was wordlessly acknowledging that Hermione was right, but that he didn't like it.

Harry thought about what Malfoy had said. You could probably find out what all of this is about. Harry smiled grimly.Ironic. For being Dumbledore's favorite, the Headmaster sure kept him in the dark. Harry sobered when he remembered that Dumbledore's silence had helped lead to Sirius Black's death. He felt a twinge of anger.

Hermione and Ron were startled when Harry stood suddenly and made his way to the door of the Great Hall. He could just imagine Malfoy smirking behind his back, watching him go. Probably thinking he had gotten Harry to cave and go talk to Dumbledore. Sure, Malfoy had put the idea in his head, but Harry had his own reasons for going to see the Headmaster. For one thing, he genuinely wanted to know why he saw the creature in his dream, and for another, this was an opportunity to enforce his right to know exactly what was going on. He decided he wasn't going to let Albus Dumbledore leave him in the dark again...

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Don't worry things are going to heat up for the next chapter. Harry meets up with the explorers who found the black thing and a later on he meets up with the creature face to face.

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