4. Dreams Aren't Real
Harry was walking down a long corridor. Harry could hear a sound but he couldn't recognize it. It was like a laughing sob. He saw a door, halfopen, with green lights coming from inside. He steped up to the door and flung it open. Inside Angelina stood and laughed as she threw waterballoons at someone. It took Harry a secon to realize that it was Oliver, in chains. He sobbed, but Angelina continued throwing the waterballoons. Harry felt the monster in his stomach, yet again and threw himself on Angelina. She looked around in the exact moment and moved so that Harry burst into the open fire were the green lights came from. He felt the normal shiver down his spine as he started turning around. A second later he was laying on the floor in the Burrow. He heard a voice and turned around. There stood Ron shaking his shoulders.
"Harry, wake up!"
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Harry woke up and saw Rons face gazing down on him. He looked around. He layed, twisted in his quilt, on the floor. He tried to breath more controlled, and he slowly understood that it was just a dream.
"Harry, are you OK?" Ron asked, a bit scared.
"Yes.. yes I'm allrigt" Harry pushed himself up in sitting position. He looked around. The sleepingroom was empty. "What's the clock?"
"It's 7.30, you got to hurry up!"
After had dressed as quickly as possibly Harry and Ron ran down to the Great Hall to get a quick breakfast before their first lesson; Defence Against the Dark Arts. There thay met Hermione, reading The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. As they sat down she bearly looked up from the book, sayin irritated:
"We're going to miss our class!"
"Oh, shut up, Hermione!" Ron gasped with his mouth full of beacon.
Hermione snort and continued reading. Harry smiled a bit, hidden behind the milkcup.
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It wasn't the best weather that day. The sky was grey and small drops were raining down from the sky. Everybody kept themself inside the big cousy castle. Except for the Gryffindorr Quidditch Team. They were swiching around in the air, trying to catch the Quaffle. Harry's glasses quickly became full with small drops, and it made it really hard to see. So suddenly he crashed into someone, and a second later they landen on the ground with a big crack.
»o«
Again Harry walked down the corridor and saw the door again. Afraid of what he might see, he flung the door opened and draw his wand. What met his eyes made him step bakwards. It was worse than the last time. Angelina was standing on some sort of throne laughing. On the floor layed Oliver, rapped up and naked. Harry was just beginning to move, when suddenly the roof dissapeared in a loud crack. Harry looked up, just to freeze in his movement with a frightened face. A Hungarian Horntail was standing on its backlegs roaring. Angelina yelled something, but Harry was to focused on the dragon to hear what it was. The dragon turned its head to Angelina, before he turned it to Oliver on the ground. It opened its jaws and breath a cloud of fire againts Oliver. Harry screamed and woke up.
»o«
"Do you think he's allright?"
"He fell, like, 10 feets. Would you be allright?"
Harry could hear voices and se shadows, but his head felt like it would explode every second. After some minutes he could see again.
"Harry, are you OK?" asked Angelina kindly.
Harry felt the monster in his stomach roar, but this time he didn't keep it back. He flung himself on Angelina and made her lay on the ground, with him sitting on her. She was terified and became even more when Harry pulled out his wand pointing it at her throat.
"Leave Oliver alone!" he said with a whisper that only she could hear.
It took a second for the other to realize what was happening. Oliver was the first one to do something. He ran to them and pushed Harry away Angelina. It was if Angelina started breathing again. Harry laid on the ground staring at Oliver, who looked fuirios.
"What do you think you are doing?" Oliver shouted.
"I-I...I mean...B-but..." Harry's throat was dry as a wasteland.
When Oliver didn't say something, Harry made himself stand up, and he started to cry. He didn't want them to see, so he started do run. Run as fast as he could. Run as far as he could. Run away, from the one he loved.