CHAPTER 12
Hey,
Its late, maybe some people would think it's early. Its 3am. I can't sleep, its strange not having you here with me. I roll over and expect to find you there. So now I am in the owlery in my pyjamas writing to you. I know that you are asleep. You have training tomorrow and I shall choose to be cross with you if you are missing vital sleep because of me. I don't know if I am writing this because it is giddy energy I have because I haven't slept or what. I just wanted to say I love you. I know I only saw you this morning - or is it yesterday morning, it feels like this morning to me. But I miss you already.
I found out why there is no Quidditch, there is a Triwizard Tournament with two other schools coming to take part in it. It actually sounds exciting. But I still wish I could put on my scarlet robes and lead the team out onto the field like I want to. I wish you were here with me.
It feels so weird to be back here in Hogwarts, I love it but I love your little flat too. Everyone misses you, they all send their best. Tell Abby that I haven't been able to see Dumbledore yet, but MacGonagall is arranging for me to see him during the week. Dumas can't touch me in the castle anyway, it's far too magically protected for that but they told me not to take the bracelet off - as if I planned too! I have a feeling that this bracelet and I have a long future together, thank god it's pretty.
Mum and Dad have no idea about Dumas but that's for the best, I don't want to worry them, they worry enough about you-know-who and they aren't even wizards. It must be really hard for them you know, they wouldn't know how to protect me if he came back, god I just felt a shiver, I try to explain to them that I will be fine, but you remember when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, I told them about that and they were so scared, muggle born students attacked it was their worst nightmare.
I miss you. I love you. I want you. I need you. I can still taste you, I can still smell your aftershave and shampoo. My senses tell me you are here with me but my arms know that you are still in London. I'd love to see you fly tomorrow in you Puddlemere robes. Classes start again here soon, lord in a matter of hours. My first is with MacGonagall, she is so happy with me though, being the new captain and the fact she still has claim on the Quidditch cup for another year thanks to its suspension this year.
I love you.
Katie.
I smiled as I watched the owl vanish into the night sky. I wrapped the blanket I had with me around my shoulders and I went back to my dorm where the other girls were sleeping soundly. I couldn't forget how the last time I had woke it had been in his arms. They had been warm and comforting around my naked body and now I was alone in the cold dorm bed. Slowly though my eyelids became heavier until I was at last asleep. I hadn't dreamt since I had seen Oliver die in my arms, I never even fell into a deep sleep but now I was tucked under the heavy down blanket in the knowledge that Dumas was unable to touch me while I was safe in Hogwarts I let myself dream again of Quidditch and dark haired babies with chocolate eyes and Scottish accents. I was dreaming about the family Oliver and I might one day have when I suddenly saw the little old woman again, Dumas! She stood at the end of a long gravel path. I stood and looked at her, Oliver and our children didn't seem to see her but I did and I stood and went to the end of the path as if pushed by an invisible hand.
"Katie, you have seen so much and yet you have learnt nothing. I shall have to step up the showings if you are to prevent the greatest regret of both your lives." Her voice was again as if she was simply a kindly old woman. I looked at her and I felt the anger building in me.
"You have showed me nothing that I would ever regret. Why do you choose to pick on me!" I said through clenched teeth.
"I choose you to help you and my dear YOU were not the only one I choose - two stood into my shop. I should show the both of you if I am to prevent him from hurting you." She said again in her kindly manner.
"Oliver would never ever hurt me."
"I never said it was Oliver that would hurt you my dear now did I?" she said softly as she vanished. I stood looking at the spot she had stood in and took a deep breath, she was right, she had never said Oliver was the one that would hurt me I had presumed that. I turned and saw Oliver waving at me, our youngest child clinging to him as an older child played on a toy broomstick, was this my dream or something Dumas was giving me, another glimpse like the Yule Ball, which I knew now for a fact was coming. When I woke Angelina and Alicia were already up and getting dressed. I dragged myself from my bed and went into the bathroom where I took a shower trying to remember each syllable Dumas had said to me. I sat through MacGonagall's class waiting for her to finish telling us the course we had to cover for the year; while all I wanted was to tell her and Dumbledore about the dream. How had Dumas gotten to me? I thought that Hogwarts was safe. But I asked myself was anywhere safe now, you-know-who had gotten in a couple of years back, carried 'lovingly' by Quirrle, Tom Riddle had managed to get Ginny Weasley to open the chamber of Secrets and last year Sirius Black got into the school. If he could get in maybe anyone could. I hardly noticed when the class ended and the others stood putting their books and quills away. I stood and put my things away and waved Alicia and Angelina on as I went to talk with MacGonagall. I stood before her large desk which was covered in sheets and notes. She was writing away furiously and didn't notice me standing there; I cleared my throat and she looked up at me.
"Miss Bell?" she said looking at me with eyes I knew could see all.
"Last night I fell asleep and I dreamt."
"One generally does Miss Bell." MacGonagall said as she turned her attention back to the pile of sheets.
"No Professor, Dumas came to me again." The quill fell from MacGonagall's hand and her lips pursed together. She looked up at me and fixed her glasses.
"What did she say or do?" I had never heard such a tone come from the old professor before. I told her everything that had happened in my dream and how Dumas had said she would begin to show us both what was in store. But now a lingering question came to me. If Oliver wasn't the one that would hurt me; who was?
Hey,
Its late, maybe some people would think it's early. Its 3am. I can't sleep, its strange not having you here with me. I roll over and expect to find you there. So now I am in the owlery in my pyjamas writing to you. I know that you are asleep. You have training tomorrow and I shall choose to be cross with you if you are missing vital sleep because of me. I don't know if I am writing this because it is giddy energy I have because I haven't slept or what. I just wanted to say I love you. I know I only saw you this morning - or is it yesterday morning, it feels like this morning to me. But I miss you already.
I found out why there is no Quidditch, there is a Triwizard Tournament with two other schools coming to take part in it. It actually sounds exciting. But I still wish I could put on my scarlet robes and lead the team out onto the field like I want to. I wish you were here with me.
It feels so weird to be back here in Hogwarts, I love it but I love your little flat too. Everyone misses you, they all send their best. Tell Abby that I haven't been able to see Dumbledore yet, but MacGonagall is arranging for me to see him during the week. Dumas can't touch me in the castle anyway, it's far too magically protected for that but they told me not to take the bracelet off - as if I planned too! I have a feeling that this bracelet and I have a long future together, thank god it's pretty.
Mum and Dad have no idea about Dumas but that's for the best, I don't want to worry them, they worry enough about you-know-who and they aren't even wizards. It must be really hard for them you know, they wouldn't know how to protect me if he came back, god I just felt a shiver, I try to explain to them that I will be fine, but you remember when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, I told them about that and they were so scared, muggle born students attacked it was their worst nightmare.
I miss you. I love you. I want you. I need you. I can still taste you, I can still smell your aftershave and shampoo. My senses tell me you are here with me but my arms know that you are still in London. I'd love to see you fly tomorrow in you Puddlemere robes. Classes start again here soon, lord in a matter of hours. My first is with MacGonagall, she is so happy with me though, being the new captain and the fact she still has claim on the Quidditch cup for another year thanks to its suspension this year.
I love you.
Katie.
I smiled as I watched the owl vanish into the night sky. I wrapped the blanket I had with me around my shoulders and I went back to my dorm where the other girls were sleeping soundly. I couldn't forget how the last time I had woke it had been in his arms. They had been warm and comforting around my naked body and now I was alone in the cold dorm bed. Slowly though my eyelids became heavier until I was at last asleep. I hadn't dreamt since I had seen Oliver die in my arms, I never even fell into a deep sleep but now I was tucked under the heavy down blanket in the knowledge that Dumas was unable to touch me while I was safe in Hogwarts I let myself dream again of Quidditch and dark haired babies with chocolate eyes and Scottish accents. I was dreaming about the family Oliver and I might one day have when I suddenly saw the little old woman again, Dumas! She stood at the end of a long gravel path. I stood and looked at her, Oliver and our children didn't seem to see her but I did and I stood and went to the end of the path as if pushed by an invisible hand.
"Katie, you have seen so much and yet you have learnt nothing. I shall have to step up the showings if you are to prevent the greatest regret of both your lives." Her voice was again as if she was simply a kindly old woman. I looked at her and I felt the anger building in me.
"You have showed me nothing that I would ever regret. Why do you choose to pick on me!" I said through clenched teeth.
"I choose you to help you and my dear YOU were not the only one I choose - two stood into my shop. I should show the both of you if I am to prevent him from hurting you." She said again in her kindly manner.
"Oliver would never ever hurt me."
"I never said it was Oliver that would hurt you my dear now did I?" she said softly as she vanished. I stood looking at the spot she had stood in and took a deep breath, she was right, she had never said Oliver was the one that would hurt me I had presumed that. I turned and saw Oliver waving at me, our youngest child clinging to him as an older child played on a toy broomstick, was this my dream or something Dumas was giving me, another glimpse like the Yule Ball, which I knew now for a fact was coming. When I woke Angelina and Alicia were already up and getting dressed. I dragged myself from my bed and went into the bathroom where I took a shower trying to remember each syllable Dumas had said to me. I sat through MacGonagall's class waiting for her to finish telling us the course we had to cover for the year; while all I wanted was to tell her and Dumbledore about the dream. How had Dumas gotten to me? I thought that Hogwarts was safe. But I asked myself was anywhere safe now, you-know-who had gotten in a couple of years back, carried 'lovingly' by Quirrle, Tom Riddle had managed to get Ginny Weasley to open the chamber of Secrets and last year Sirius Black got into the school. If he could get in maybe anyone could. I hardly noticed when the class ended and the others stood putting their books and quills away. I stood and put my things away and waved Alicia and Angelina on as I went to talk with MacGonagall. I stood before her large desk which was covered in sheets and notes. She was writing away furiously and didn't notice me standing there; I cleared my throat and she looked up at me.
"Miss Bell?" she said looking at me with eyes I knew could see all.
"Last night I fell asleep and I dreamt."
"One generally does Miss Bell." MacGonagall said as she turned her attention back to the pile of sheets.
"No Professor, Dumas came to me again." The quill fell from MacGonagall's hand and her lips pursed together. She looked up at me and fixed her glasses.
"What did she say or do?" I had never heard such a tone come from the old professor before. I told her everything that had happened in my dream and how Dumas had said she would begin to show us both what was in store. But now a lingering question came to me. If Oliver wasn't the one that would hurt me; who was?