A/N: I am ba-a-a-a-ck! Yay!...it's a yay right? It's not a yay? Waah…o well I'll keep going. Thanx for ppl who reviewed! Oh yes, I'm guessing ur right ginny1232008…this is probably going to be a long story…seeing I just really got to the main point of the story… : )
Chapter 25:
Silence is golden. I've always hated that phrase. Silence isn't golden, it's…it's, well, it's bronze! I've always hated that phrase because I've always hated silence. But the irony in this is, I've always been a silent person…
It goes back to the orphanage, nobody really ever talked to me, and once I was old enough to figure out that nobody liked me, (except for Michelle…who I just found out was my twin sister) I became silent. Dreaming. I've come to hate it. They're just too confusing, and I don't feel like looking into a book to figure out what my sub-consciousness is telling me every morning after I wake up. It's too much work and hassle. But, worst of all, I don't even want to know what my dreams mean anymore… I'd rather just let my life pass by with surprise and mystery…yet, sometimes it feels like there is even too much of that in my life.
This time, I was dreaming about a face that was filled to the top with bright green eyes, and then another face was filled to the top with dull green/hazel eyes, brown with lots of duller green specks in them. I knew that these were my eyes on this face. The bright green eyed face just seemed to get bigger and watched the other face. Then everything started swirling and mixing together. Colors were everywhere, just mixed. "Er… Aleezé?" I woke up suddenly, I wasn't in my bed in the Gryffindor common room…(or thankfully anywhere near faces filled with green eyes) but on the cold, gray floor in a dark empty classroom, and in front of me, trying to get me to wake up was the face of a boy with bright green eyes. It was Harry's eyes in the dream.
"Oh!" "Oh my…I forgot…I just…I must've fallen asleep…" I exclaimed. Then I apologized. "No, it's okay, it's just…getting late...and I already promised Professor Dumbledore I wouldn't come back to the Mirror tonight, but I came back, just before they take it away." I stayed silent after this, thinking, mostly about why Dumbledore would want such a wonderful thing to be taken away, it made me feel more comforted, more protected, like the images in the mirror were really there, like my parents came back for me.
"Ummm…one question, how are we going to get back? I don't even know how I got here!"
"Don't worry about that, we both can fit under my invisibility cloak." I must've made a puzzled face because he laughed. "It was my dads… it's the only thing I have of his…I don't know who gave it to me…really…" He put it over is body and I gaped; he looked like a floating head… "Ugh, that's really creepy…" I said, but there was no other way, so I went under it with him. We crept up the stairs and I tried to hold my breath because invisibility cloaks don't help with sound… or my clumsiness either….
We finally got back to the common room; we got stuck at the Fat Lady because we forgot the new password. "Come on!" Harry whispered furiously. "You know we belong to Gryffindor anyways…just let us in!" I tried. "No password, no entry!" the Fat Lady told us. "Just think … it's not…capricious draconus any more…they changed it before holidays…it's ….hmmmm hechicero calculo! … that's really weird…" but the portrait swung open to the cozy common room. "Finally" We went up to our dormitories and didn't say a word as we walked, as I climbed into bed, the dreaming began once again.