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

Harry Potter and the Alien Hive

Chapter 5: The Monster Wakes

Saturday 9:00 am

"NOOOO!"

"Harry!"

"HARRY!"

Harry's eyes snapped open. There was nothing on his face, no fleshless fingers gripping his head, no tail wrapped around his neck. There were blurry figures hovering over him, however the bright red made one of the figures unmistakable. Harry stopped struggling.

"Ron?"

"Harry you okay mate?" Ron asked, handing Harry his glasses.

Harry put his glasses back on, allowing himself some time to catch his breath. As his vision cleared from the corrective lenses, he saw Seamus, Neville and Dean looking at him with frightened and concerned looks on their faces.

"It's okay guys I'm all right." Harry managed a tired smile. "Just a bad dream that's all."

"Was...was... it," Neville stuttered slightly, then whispered. "Voldemort?"

"No, it wasn't him." Harry said assuredly as he untangled himself from his bed cloths. "Just monsters in my closet."

Ron, Seamus, Neville and Dean didn't seem to comforted from hearing that Harry was dreaming of monsters instead of Voldemort.

"Well my scar isn't hurting that's a good sign." Harry attempted to reassure his friends, but stopped suddenly when he took notice of his closet at the other end of the room.

An image of the big, black monster stepping out flashed through his memory.

I love you. I need you.

Harry gulped.

'This is stupid. It was just a dream. There is nothing in my closet.' Harry thought to himself. 'Still there's no harm in checking. Right?'

Harry picked up his wand from the nightstand next to his bed. And slowly walked toward his closet not saying a word to the other boys whose worry had not diminished.

"Harry?" Ron's worried voice was the only thing breaking the silence.

"I'm just checking something Ron." said Harry trying to keep his voice steady as he put a shaky hand on the door knob to his closet.

He turned the knob. The door opened.

Harry let out a sigh of both relief and amusement when he saw that the only things in his closet were his clothes and shoes and other various belongings. No monsters.

Potter looked back at his fellow Gryffindor's.

"Oh, like you guys have never dreamed of monsters in your closet." Harry smirked back at his fellows.

"I once had a nightmare where there was a three headed dragon that looked like my Aunt. At least its faces did." Neville offered shyly.

Everyone paused for a minute then burst out laughing.

"That's a good one Neville." Harry smiled, Neville smiled back and joined in the laughter.

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Harry had smiled and laughed with his friends, but deep down he was really worried about what he had seen in his dreams. That was why he was going to see Dumbledore that morning, after he had convinced his friends he was all right.

"Lemon Drop!" Harry said firmly to the gargoyle who quickly moved aside in response.

"Ah, Harry how are you this morning?" Dumbledore smiled, obviously not the slightest annoyed by Harry's interruption the previous day.

"Pretty good I didn't wake to the feeling like my head was on fire." Harry said wryly.

"That is good to hear." The infamous twinkle appeared in Dumbledore's eyes.

"However, I have been having strange dreams about the monster I saw in the Daily Prophet."

"Oh?" It was one of the few times Harry had ever seen Dumbledore look genuinely surprised.

"Well, the first one was the day before I saw it in the paper. I remember I was in the Chamber of Secrets." Harry spoke slowly making sure he was recalling the memories of the first dream correctly. "It was just the same as before, except in front of that carving of Salazar Slytherin, instead of the Basilisk being there, it was.........her."

"Who?" Dumbledore asked gently.

It was then Harry realized that the monster from his first dream, and the ones from the Daily Prophet and the second dream were all one in the same.

"The moth--The Monster." Harry was once again shocked at himself, he'd almost called the Monster, mother. It had to be because he had heard his mother's voice come from the Monster. Yes, that had to be it.

"In the second dream there were more of them, however they were smaller than she was, the monster from the first dream. Then she came out of my closet, they all seemed to watch her, that's why I guessed she must have some kind of mother. I know I would have my attention to my mother if.....she....." Harry paused suddenly having trouble going on.

"Please continue Harry."

"Oh, uh." Harry shook his head trying to clear it. "Well there were these eggs there, huge, like the size of a trashcan. But then something came out of it, some kind of....thing, it was like spider with no eyes. It did the strangest thing it tried to attach to my face, and that's when I woke up."

"I see. A very frightening vision indeed." Dumbledore looked very serious, which was slightly unnerving for Harry.

"Why am I having these dreams?" Harry asked carefully.

"Your situation in this case is difficult to determine exactly, but my determination is that your mind, after being bombarded so many times by Voldemort that it is probable your mental barriers have been weakened leaving you susceptible to other mental frequency's." Dumbledore spoke slowly, making sure what he was saying made sense to himself as well as to Harry.

"You mean I could be picking up brain waves, from the monster?" Harry sounded quite alarmed.

"Sort of, more like invading your conciousness when you are asleep." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But if that's true, then that means the monster." Harry paused taking a gulp. "Is alive."

"It would seem so." Dumbledore's voice turned grave.

"Professor. Maybe I should go down there. Go down there and see it face to face. Sometimes facing your fear cures your dreams." Harry stood up.

"Yes perhaps that is the best way, but not just yet. Let us wait for the New Discoveries officials to return with heir report, and then we'll see." Dumbledore looked up at Harry with a look that seemed to say. 'Please do not attempt to go down there now. You will eventually, JUST NOT RIGHT NOW!'

"All right," Harry decided since he was eventually going to go there, and he didn't have a bad feeling his friends were in danger, he decided to obey.

Dumbledore smiled. "Now you go on and have a nice Saturday."

Harry nodded and made his way to the door.

After the young Gryffindor had left, Dumbledore sat back in his chair and waited for a report that would never come.

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Harry was walking through the chamber of secrets again, but this time it was different. The walls and floor seemed to be covered in some kind of thick, slimly, black coating. The wall's covering seemed almost organic; it looked like pieces of the monster's skin mixed with slime all dissolved together.

Harry continued on. He felt like he was being called, and once again he could not resist it.

He closed his eyes. Suddenly his feet stopped moving forward. He opened his eyes again, and there she was.

The Monster Mother.

After a few moments of silence she seemed to take notice of him. She opened her jaws and hissed.

Harry shivered as in amongst the hissing sounds was the unmistakable sound of his mother's voice.

Come. She beckoned.

Harry took an involuntary step forward, so his face was mere inches from her teeth.

I love you. She soothed.

She tilted her head to the to wall on the left. There lying against it were the three officials from the department of New Discoveries. Harry felt his stomach lurch and his heart stop when he saw both Christine Magellan and Drake Francis. It looked like a small bomb had exploded from inside their chests.

Harry jumped when something brushed against his right hand. He saw one of the smaller black monsters walked past him on all fours and went to sit by Drake Francis. Then another one came crawling down the wall and sat by Magellan.

Just like them. She finished her statement from before. Harry found himself unable to speak, it was worse than being strangled by the spider monster from the last dream.

Harry's eyes eventually fell on the form of Henry Cook. His chest was still intact. But he looked as pale as death. Cook slowly raised his head.

"Harry." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming. "Run."

"No. No I have to get you out of here." Harry snapped out of his trance and took a step toward Henry.

"It's too late, I'm infected it's inside me." Cooks voice became more urgent.

"But---"Harry stopped when Cook screamed, he spasmed and convulsed, clutching at his chest.

Harry was frozen.

There were sounds of ripping and cracking as a creature the size of Harry forearm exploded through Cook's ribcage. Harry didn't move even as blood splattered on his face. He just stood there frozen in pure shock as he gazed at the thing that had been born from Cook's insides. It's head was dominated by it's sharp pointed teeth identifying exactly what is was.

Harry turned his head when he heard a deep hiss from his right. The queen was looking down at the small creature nestled in the remnants of Cook's ribcage. The young creature screeched back. The two older black creatures moved in and gently nuzzled their newborn sibling with their heads. In any other circumstance Harry would have thought this a touching family scene. But with Cook's bloody corpse lying there, and these creatures being the monstrous beasts that they were, Harry felt like retching.

My children. She whispered lovingly. And there will be more. Many more.

Harry sat bolt upright gasping for air. "Just a dream again............right?"

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Yeah things are going to get a little more gruesome from this point on. The Aliens are awake, and Harry has no idea of how true his dream is.

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Till Next Time.

-Vega Sailor