HARRY POTTER and the DARKEST NIGHT
Chapter 18 - Ron's Dream
By: Zero Star (zrostar)
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They dashed madly for a while before stopping to catch their breath.
Ron huffing and puffing trying to speak. "Oh Harry... I don't know what you told him. But I told Snape that you were
having these nightmares... which you are... and that maybe we could ask for a sleeping potion from Madam Pomfrey...
and got chased away by Peeves down a hallway that we didn't know exsisted."
Harry breathed hard for a moment. Drat, it was a good excuse... "I didn't do that well. I told him we found it by mistake
and couldn't think of anything else to tell him on why we were in the dungeons to begin with. He knew I was lying so he's
making me come back tomorrow night for another detention." Having lived with Fred and George had it's advantages after all,
you learned how to talk your way out of a situation.
"Did Mandragora talk to you at all, Ron?" Harry's eyes were focused down the hallway.
"The old creepy guy? Oh bloody hell no!" Ron shuddered just thinking about it. "He loomed over that giant cauldron the
entire time, with his wheezing breath and his bones were making all kinds of horrible noises, oh and he just stared at me...
Honestly Harry! I felt like I was going to die!"
Ron jumped suddenly when a pale white hand grabbed him from behind. He's already been to frightened to make any kind of
noise or he would have shreaked like a banshee for sure.
Harry drew his wand and readied himself for battle as a tall sweeping figure seemed to emerge directly from the shadows.
"Good evening." A grandfatherly tone greated them. "It's a bit late for students to be up, isn't it?"
"Oh..." Harry gave a deep sigh of relief. "Good evening Mr. Cherti. We were just on our way back from detention. We're
running a little late."
Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore's guest wearing an expression of shock and suprise at their informal conversation.
"Have you two met?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley," The gray haired guest said, tightening the iron grip on Ron's shoulder "Yes, we have. Now run along."
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"You never told me about meeting him!" Ron expressed concern, his shoulder felt cold and dank where he'd been grabbed.
Harry frowned trying to remember the password to the common room. "I ran into him by the kitchens, we had some tea and
a bit of conversation. He claims to have known Dumbledore forever. Ah! Felis Nobilis!"
The fat lady yawned and lazily opened the door.
"Am I the only one starting to think that these people only come out at night?!" Ron sighed and slumped down in his
usual chair in the common room, kicking off his shoes.
Harry didn't reply looking out a window of the tower. His eyes instinctively moved over his favorite places in view, the
astronomy tower, Hagrid's hut, the Quidditch pitch... and it was there that just briefly he thought he saw a streak of
something red zip across the field. iProfessor Lethe? I wonder.../i
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Harry! Harry!
Ron shouted as loudly as he could. Everything had gone dark and he was aware of the strangest
feeling of floating. Gentle waves seemed to rippled around his body from time to time.
It was hard to see, there wasn't enough light, like a fading moon beams under dark water. The faint light seemed to
ripple and move in unsteady streams around him.
He was certain his friend had been right in front of him, only to be pulled down by a phantom's hand deeper into the
darkness. Ron looked and tried his best to see where Harry had gone.
In the distance there was a shadow, differant than the rest, it moved back and forth swaying with the greater motions
around them both.
Harry!
Ron fought to reach him only to be swept away with the rushings of some inky tide.
Ron opened his eyes in bed, wide awake quite suddenly, he sat up. He turned immediately to the clock: 3am.
"Oh no" Ron mouthed silently. "This is what Harry's been talking about!"
He turned to Harry to see him struggling in his sleep, making no sounds but acting very much as if he were fighting
something before him.
Moving with the motivations of protection and fright, Ron leaped upon Harry's bed and as quietly as he could tried to
shake him awake. Ron may have lost him in his dream, he'd be damned if he lpst him in his own grasp. For a moment, Harry
fought him harder then jerked unnaturally realizing he was in his bed struggling against Ron.
"Oh my god, they are getting more real." Harry panted reaching for his glasses.
"It's 3 in the morning, Mate." Ron convayed. "I had one this time too, only my first one seemed more real than any other
dream I've had before."
Ron was suddenly realizing how hard he'd tried to save Harry, there were bruises up and down his arms and legs where he'd
been fighting with the head board of his bed and struggling against his sheets. He even felt a great deal of physical
exhaustion. "What do we do now?" The red head asked of his very ill looking friend.
Harry tried to focus his mind, he'd was having a great deal of trouble since half his mind still thought he was dreaming.
He'd never been forced awake from one of these horrificly real dreams before, it was having an effect.
"We can wonder the halls for a while if you like, maybe go to the kitchens." Harry grogged. "Or something that will
put you back to sleep."
Ron was still very tired, especially after a life or death struggle. "Yeah... back to sleep..." Ron nodded in the darkness.
He left Harry's bed, with thurough stare to make sure Harry was alright. Then fell to sleep almost instantly.
Harry took his glasses back off, and stared at the ceiling for nearly another hour. His coldness hadn't left him since waking
which it usually did. The message hadn't finished yet, Harry knew. What he was being told had been interupted, thus not
completely leaving him.
Poor Harry rolled in bed trying to settle himself back to sleep, but wasn't able to until the sky beyond his window began to
turn light.
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Wow... it's been forever since I've added a chapter!
I'm so so so very sorry!!
None of it's been beta read, of course... none of the story has, actually. I know
typos abound.
I finished my schooling and got a very demanding job just before book 5 came out...
then I was going to rewrite a bunch of stuff so I wouldn't clash with the canon books,
but I got so busy with life...
So I'm holding the rewrite off until I get much more accomplished with my current story.
I know another book will come out and mess me up again before I can finish it...
cry PLEASE forgive me for wanting to make sense!!!!!
I'll try very hard to update regularly again. I seem to be finding a bit of time here and there.
thanks you guys.
--Zero
Written: 06-11-04
Chapter 18 - Ron's Dream
By: Zero Star (zrostar)
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They dashed madly for a while before stopping to catch their breath.
Ron huffing and puffing trying to speak. "Oh Harry... I don't know what you told him. But I told Snape that you were
having these nightmares... which you are... and that maybe we could ask for a sleeping potion from Madam Pomfrey...
and got chased away by Peeves down a hallway that we didn't know exsisted."
Harry breathed hard for a moment. Drat, it was a good excuse... "I didn't do that well. I told him we found it by mistake
and couldn't think of anything else to tell him on why we were in the dungeons to begin with. He knew I was lying so he's
making me come back tomorrow night for another detention." Having lived with Fred and George had it's advantages after all,
you learned how to talk your way out of a situation.
"Did Mandragora talk to you at all, Ron?" Harry's eyes were focused down the hallway.
"The old creepy guy? Oh bloody hell no!" Ron shuddered just thinking about it. "He loomed over that giant cauldron the
entire time, with his wheezing breath and his bones were making all kinds of horrible noises, oh and he just stared at me...
Honestly Harry! I felt like I was going to die!"
Ron jumped suddenly when a pale white hand grabbed him from behind. He's already been to frightened to make any kind of
noise or he would have shreaked like a banshee for sure.
Harry drew his wand and readied himself for battle as a tall sweeping figure seemed to emerge directly from the shadows.
"Good evening." A grandfatherly tone greated them. "It's a bit late for students to be up, isn't it?"
"Oh..." Harry gave a deep sigh of relief. "Good evening Mr. Cherti. We were just on our way back from detention. We're
running a little late."
Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore's guest wearing an expression of shock and suprise at their informal conversation.
"Have you two met?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley," The gray haired guest said, tightening the iron grip on Ron's shoulder "Yes, we have. Now run along."
------
"You never told me about meeting him!" Ron expressed concern, his shoulder felt cold and dank where he'd been grabbed.
Harry frowned trying to remember the password to the common room. "I ran into him by the kitchens, we had some tea and
a bit of conversation. He claims to have known Dumbledore forever. Ah! Felis Nobilis!"
The fat lady yawned and lazily opened the door.
"Am I the only one starting to think that these people only come out at night?!" Ron sighed and slumped down in his
usual chair in the common room, kicking off his shoes.
Harry didn't reply looking out a window of the tower. His eyes instinctively moved over his favorite places in view, the
astronomy tower, Hagrid's hut, the Quidditch pitch... and it was there that just briefly he thought he saw a streak of
something red zip across the field. iProfessor Lethe? I wonder.../i
------
Harry! Harry!
Ron shouted as loudly as he could. Everything had gone dark and he was aware of the strangest
feeling of floating. Gentle waves seemed to rippled around his body from time to time.
It was hard to see, there wasn't enough light, like a fading moon beams under dark water. The faint light seemed to
ripple and move in unsteady streams around him.
He was certain his friend had been right in front of him, only to be pulled down by a phantom's hand deeper into the
darkness. Ron looked and tried his best to see where Harry had gone.
In the distance there was a shadow, differant than the rest, it moved back and forth swaying with the greater motions
around them both.
Harry!
Ron fought to reach him only to be swept away with the rushings of some inky tide.
Ron opened his eyes in bed, wide awake quite suddenly, he sat up. He turned immediately to the clock: 3am.
"Oh no" Ron mouthed silently. "This is what Harry's been talking about!"
He turned to Harry to see him struggling in his sleep, making no sounds but acting very much as if he were fighting
something before him.
Moving with the motivations of protection and fright, Ron leaped upon Harry's bed and as quietly as he could tried to
shake him awake. Ron may have lost him in his dream, he'd be damned if he lpst him in his own grasp. For a moment, Harry
fought him harder then jerked unnaturally realizing he was in his bed struggling against Ron.
"Oh my god, they are getting more real." Harry panted reaching for his glasses.
"It's 3 in the morning, Mate." Ron convayed. "I had one this time too, only my first one seemed more real than any other
dream I've had before."
Ron was suddenly realizing how hard he'd tried to save Harry, there were bruises up and down his arms and legs where he'd
been fighting with the head board of his bed and struggling against his sheets. He even felt a great deal of physical
exhaustion. "What do we do now?" The red head asked of his very ill looking friend.
Harry tried to focus his mind, he'd was having a great deal of trouble since half his mind still thought he was dreaming.
He'd never been forced awake from one of these horrificly real dreams before, it was having an effect.
"We can wonder the halls for a while if you like, maybe go to the kitchens." Harry grogged. "Or something that will
put you back to sleep."
Ron was still very tired, especially after a life or death struggle. "Yeah... back to sleep..." Ron nodded in the darkness.
He left Harry's bed, with thurough stare to make sure Harry was alright. Then fell to sleep almost instantly.
Harry took his glasses back off, and stared at the ceiling for nearly another hour. His coldness hadn't left him since waking
which it usually did. The message hadn't finished yet, Harry knew. What he was being told had been interupted, thus not
completely leaving him.
Poor Harry rolled in bed trying to settle himself back to sleep, but wasn't able to until the sky beyond his window began to
turn light.
===============================================================
Wow... it's been forever since I've added a chapter!
I'm so so so very sorry!!
None of it's been beta read, of course... none of the story has, actually. I know
typos abound.
I finished my schooling and got a very demanding job just before book 5 came out...
then I was going to rewrite a bunch of stuff so I wouldn't clash with the canon books,
but I got so busy with life...
So I'm holding the rewrite off until I get much more accomplished with my current story.
I know another book will come out and mess me up again before I can finish it...
cry PLEASE forgive me for wanting to make sense!!!!!
I'll try very hard to update regularly again. I seem to be finding a bit of time here and there.
thanks you guys.
--Zero
Written: 06-11-04