DISCLAIMER: Everything in here is property of J.K.R.'s imagination, except
for the plot, the Dreamsters and my Franky!
R&R! **************
"A spider of all things!"
Ron was pacing on the grounds of the Quidditch field. Harry leaned against his Firebolt broom, half-awake. All of their classes were over for Monday and they had ten minutes left of dinner before Ron had to report to Snape for detention. In that time, Ron felt he had the right to complain as much as possible.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "You don't even know if it is a Dreamster." His eyes were fluttering shut as Ron kicked at a tuft of grass.
"You heard Franky!" Ron yelled and Harry fell over, his eyes shooting open.
"Yes, yes, RON! I HEARD Franky!" Harry shouted as he picked himself up on his broom. Ron looked up at Harry with a look of puzzlement.
"Harry," Ron began slowly. "You look dead tired."
Harry rubbed his eyes and wobbled a bit and then fell over again. Ron walked over to Harry who stared up at him with a dreamy expression.
"Harry?"
"Huh?"
"Get up! I've got to go to detention! Get up!" Ron shouted. He helped Harry up and they made their way up to the front steps. "Go get some sleep, Harry!"
Harry waved his hand in return and then fell over on the ground, groggy. He gripped his broom and tried to keep his eyes open as he lay there, unmoving. Off in the distance he saw Hermione running toward him and then he blacked out.
When he awoke he was in the common room of Gryffindor Tower. Hermione was reading in one of the chairs while Harry had been placed on a couch. He sat up and noticed that it was pitch black outside. After glancing at his watch he realized why; it was three in the morning.
"Hermione! Why are you up so late?" Harry asked. She looked up from her book and grinned.
"I wasn't sure what was wrong with you," Hermione answered. "Why were you lying the hallway, hugging your broom, Harry?"
"I had my broom because I thought I might get in some flying tonight," he answered and tried not to rub his eyes. "And I had come with Ron to the hallway. We'd been outside, him complaining, and...I'm really tired."
"How many nights have you been awake?" Hermione asked, closing her book with a piece of parchment placed where she left off.
"About a week, I think," Harry answered drowsily. He couldn't resist anymore; he rubbed his eyes.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled and then fell back in her chair with her hands clasped over her mouth as her eyes stared at the stairs in shock and her skin paled. Harry tried not to laugh.
After a few minutes with no movement from any of the dormitories, Hermione moved her hands slowly away from her mouth.
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said as he appeared at the bottom of the steps, stretching. "Could you get any louder?"
"It was an accident," she retorted quietly, the blood rushing to her cheeks. Ron jumped onto the couch next to Harry, grinning ear to ear. Harry side glanced at him.
"You seem too happy," Harry observed. "You had an hour of detention with Snape after all."
"He's fallen ill," Ron said.
"Has he really?" Harry asked, a huge smile stretching across his lips. Ron nodded his head gleefully.
"So I had Franky for detention!" Ron said finally and laughed. "It was GREAT!"
"How?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "It was detention..."
"Well," Ron said. "He was supposed to assign me something to do, but he couldn't think of anything! So we talked about Dreamsters!"
"Uh-oh," Harry mumbled quietly.
"He said I shouldn't worry about it," Ron said. "Because there's a way to get rid of them!"
"Since when do you have a Dreamster?" Hermione asked, sitting forward in her chair and staring at Ron.
"I'm not sure," Ron said. "But that's why I wasn't in class this morning, because of my Dreamster, it made me sleep walk during the night into the Shrieking Shack!"
"Oh," Hermione said, blushing slightly.
"So how do you get rid of them?" Harry asked.
"You stay awake as long as possible," Ron said. "And each night you drink a potion that is really simple to make, or you can just purchase it in Hogsmeade, which is one of the three places that sells it!" Hermione had now started to stare at Harry with a look of strong accusation.
"So when are you going to go the Hogsmeade?" Harry asked, side glancing at Hermione. He could guess what she was thinking.
"Well, this Saturday is one of the days we can go," Ron said. "So I guess I'll get the stuff then." He shrugged and sat back against the couch smiling.
"I'll go with you, I guess," Harry offered. "I need to get some things from Hogsmeade anyway." He shrugged and then yawned. "Well, I'm going up stairs to sleep." Harry stood up and picked up his broom, which had been lying beside the couch. "Night Ron, night Hermione." He then trudged up the stairs to the boy's dormitory and left Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room.
"So..." Ron said.
"I'm sorry for this morning," Hermione said, looking down at her hands in which she held her book.
"Ah, it's fine, 'Mione," said Ron, smiling still. "Why were you so upset about me not being in the first two classes though?" He looked at her, waiting for a response.
"No reason really," she said as she thought about the note that was still in her bag up on her bed. "Except that I wouldn't want you to miss any of the material for the exams and everything. It wouldn't be right to go onto seventh year without you, Ron." She stood up quickly, holding onto her book tightly. "I should be off to bed, I've been up to late. Night Ron!" She then dashed up the stairs and into the girl's dormitory, leaving Ron sitting on the couch, who happened to still be smiling like a fool.
After a few minutes of sitting there smiling and staring at the fire Ron stood and made his way up to bed.
His necklace: Thank you for the review!
ALSO! To those that have just read this, thank you for finding an interest! MWHAHA! Lastly, there WILL be a following chapter as well as others. I'm not that cruel to simply build up a story and never finish it! That would be a cruel action to myself, and my characters, like Franky, would eternally bother me and not allow me a restful sleep! ARG! NO!
So everyone, thank Franky for his persistence and need for this story to continue! MWHAHA!
R&R! **************
"A spider of all things!"
Ron was pacing on the grounds of the Quidditch field. Harry leaned against his Firebolt broom, half-awake. All of their classes were over for Monday and they had ten minutes left of dinner before Ron had to report to Snape for detention. In that time, Ron felt he had the right to complain as much as possible.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "You don't even know if it is a Dreamster." His eyes were fluttering shut as Ron kicked at a tuft of grass.
"You heard Franky!" Ron yelled and Harry fell over, his eyes shooting open.
"Yes, yes, RON! I HEARD Franky!" Harry shouted as he picked himself up on his broom. Ron looked up at Harry with a look of puzzlement.
"Harry," Ron began slowly. "You look dead tired."
Harry rubbed his eyes and wobbled a bit and then fell over again. Ron walked over to Harry who stared up at him with a dreamy expression.
"Harry?"
"Huh?"
"Get up! I've got to go to detention! Get up!" Ron shouted. He helped Harry up and they made their way up to the front steps. "Go get some sleep, Harry!"
Harry waved his hand in return and then fell over on the ground, groggy. He gripped his broom and tried to keep his eyes open as he lay there, unmoving. Off in the distance he saw Hermione running toward him and then he blacked out.
When he awoke he was in the common room of Gryffindor Tower. Hermione was reading in one of the chairs while Harry had been placed on a couch. He sat up and noticed that it was pitch black outside. After glancing at his watch he realized why; it was three in the morning.
"Hermione! Why are you up so late?" Harry asked. She looked up from her book and grinned.
"I wasn't sure what was wrong with you," Hermione answered. "Why were you lying the hallway, hugging your broom, Harry?"
"I had my broom because I thought I might get in some flying tonight," he answered and tried not to rub his eyes. "And I had come with Ron to the hallway. We'd been outside, him complaining, and...I'm really tired."
"How many nights have you been awake?" Hermione asked, closing her book with a piece of parchment placed where she left off.
"About a week, I think," Harry answered drowsily. He couldn't resist anymore; he rubbed his eyes.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled and then fell back in her chair with her hands clasped over her mouth as her eyes stared at the stairs in shock and her skin paled. Harry tried not to laugh.
After a few minutes with no movement from any of the dormitories, Hermione moved her hands slowly away from her mouth.
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said as he appeared at the bottom of the steps, stretching. "Could you get any louder?"
"It was an accident," she retorted quietly, the blood rushing to her cheeks. Ron jumped onto the couch next to Harry, grinning ear to ear. Harry side glanced at him.
"You seem too happy," Harry observed. "You had an hour of detention with Snape after all."
"He's fallen ill," Ron said.
"Has he really?" Harry asked, a huge smile stretching across his lips. Ron nodded his head gleefully.
"So I had Franky for detention!" Ron said finally and laughed. "It was GREAT!"
"How?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "It was detention..."
"Well," Ron said. "He was supposed to assign me something to do, but he couldn't think of anything! So we talked about Dreamsters!"
"Uh-oh," Harry mumbled quietly.
"He said I shouldn't worry about it," Ron said. "Because there's a way to get rid of them!"
"Since when do you have a Dreamster?" Hermione asked, sitting forward in her chair and staring at Ron.
"I'm not sure," Ron said. "But that's why I wasn't in class this morning, because of my Dreamster, it made me sleep walk during the night into the Shrieking Shack!"
"Oh," Hermione said, blushing slightly.
"So how do you get rid of them?" Harry asked.
"You stay awake as long as possible," Ron said. "And each night you drink a potion that is really simple to make, or you can just purchase it in Hogsmeade, which is one of the three places that sells it!" Hermione had now started to stare at Harry with a look of strong accusation.
"So when are you going to go the Hogsmeade?" Harry asked, side glancing at Hermione. He could guess what she was thinking.
"Well, this Saturday is one of the days we can go," Ron said. "So I guess I'll get the stuff then." He shrugged and sat back against the couch smiling.
"I'll go with you, I guess," Harry offered. "I need to get some things from Hogsmeade anyway." He shrugged and then yawned. "Well, I'm going up stairs to sleep." Harry stood up and picked up his broom, which had been lying beside the couch. "Night Ron, night Hermione." He then trudged up the stairs to the boy's dormitory and left Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room.
"So..." Ron said.
"I'm sorry for this morning," Hermione said, looking down at her hands in which she held her book.
"Ah, it's fine, 'Mione," said Ron, smiling still. "Why were you so upset about me not being in the first two classes though?" He looked at her, waiting for a response.
"No reason really," she said as she thought about the note that was still in her bag up on her bed. "Except that I wouldn't want you to miss any of the material for the exams and everything. It wouldn't be right to go onto seventh year without you, Ron." She stood up quickly, holding onto her book tightly. "I should be off to bed, I've been up to late. Night Ron!" She then dashed up the stairs and into the girl's dormitory, leaving Ron sitting on the couch, who happened to still be smiling like a fool.
After a few minutes of sitting there smiling and staring at the fire Ron stood and made his way up to bed.
His necklace: Thank you for the review!
ALSO! To those that have just read this, thank you for finding an interest! MWHAHA! Lastly, there WILL be a following chapter as well as others. I'm not that cruel to simply build up a story and never finish it! That would be a cruel action to myself, and my characters, like Franky, would eternally bother me and not allow me a restful sleep! ARG! NO!
So everyone, thank Franky for his persistence and need for this story to continue! MWHAHA!