A/N : Okay! Yay! Many reviews. I'm going to try and update as much as I can for the next few days, due to the fact that I'm going off to Kansas to see my brother and be there for when his wife gives birth to a baby boy. Caleb.... weird,... Caleb Wesley.. even weirder! Oh well its growing on me. Anyway, I PROMISE that when I return, one week from Friday I will update like.. three whole chapters! Okay? Okay.
Harry, just so ya'll know, to make this clear, he's much older than Dawn. Like a few years... which isn't that much, but he's only a year or two younger than Buffy. And I'm still thinkin bout the whol Buffy/Harry fic Sorry, but I've read so many fics where the two are related that it just seems incensed if I wrote it lol. But I'm still thinking about it... Any other pairing suggestions?
CPAnthoni - Lol your correct. I'm sorry for that confusion.. that was my fault. Thanks for correcting me. Lol I just wasn't thinking. I'll fix that. Thanks again for the review and correction!
Emba - Don't worry. No Harry/Dawn. Sorry can't stand em'... lol... I never really liked Dawn anyhow. She whines too much.
Chapter 6 : The Girl In My Dreams
The Leaky Cauldron
Early the next morning, Harry sat still in his bed, frowning. He was trying to recall any signs of where he was in his 'dream'. From Harry's experience, he knew the difference between a dream and a vision, and this was definitely a vision. Harry quickly showered and dressed into his robes.
Ron was waiting down in the lobby for him when he entered, two bottles of butter beer ready. Harry took his and popped the cap of. "Thanks."
Ron could tell something was going through his friend's troubled thoughts. "What is it Harry? You can tell me."
Without looking at Ron, with his fire-like hair, Harry sat down at the stood and took a sip of butter beer, concentrating immensely on the counter.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Harry sighed and a frown tugged his lips. He pursed them together thoughtfully and looked up at Ron. "I had a dream."
"Reciting that muggle speech?" Ron smirked, thinking of what Hermoine said about Dr. Martin Luther King and reciting some speech of his.
Harry glared and Ron held up his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright already. Just joking, mate! So, what was your dream about?"
"I-I'm not sure. I mean, I saw it happen, but I dunno where or who."
"That helps bunches!" Ron's voice dripped in sarcasm and that just caused Harry to glare some more.
"No. There uh, was a tower. It wasn't very well built." He added, mostly to himself. "And uh, at the bottom were two girls. One had a hammer of some sort and the other was all bloody. The blonde girl, with the hammer... kept hitting the other girl--"
"Bloody hell!" Interrupted Ron, grinning. "Well I mean, not good, but that's wicked!" At Harry's pointed look, Ron cleared his throat. "Sorry. Go on, then."
"Right, well, I heard screams from the top of the tower and began to climb up it. When I got there, there was really creepy old man with bug eyes grinning holding a knife. And at the end of the tower a girl.. a little younger than us, fifteen maybe, was tied there, and she had a slash across her stomach."
When Harry had finished, Ron's eyes were wide and he was rather pale, considering. "Harry, mate, I think you need to tell someone. This kind of thing could be important, ya know what I mean?"
Harry gave some thought but looked apprehensive. "Well... I just don't... I mean, your right but... Hey!" Harry's eyes lightened as an idea came to him. "Can't Hermoine show me how to do one of those spells where all I have to do is think of the person and then I appear where that person is?"
Ron frowned. "You listen too much. I never heard of a spell like that!"
"I remember Lupin talking about it in third year. Actually, Hermoine did, and she brought it up last night! Don't you remember? She said it was on her Auror test."
Shrugging, Ron took a gulp of his butter beer. "I dunno Harry. Isn't that sort of thing kinda dangerous?"
Harry fiddled with his bottle, turning it around in his hands as he thought. "Well, I can't just not do anything!"
Ron bit his lip and sighed. "Well, If your sure. Want me to owl 'Mione?" Harry shook his head and began to chug his butter beer, then turned to Ron, who seemed to sit a good three inches above Harry himself.
"Uh, no. Let's apparate." Harry raised his eyebrow suggestivley and Ron shrugged, standing up. "Why not?"
Hermione's Home
Hermoine Granger sat at her four person dining table, sipping pumpkin juice and flipping through the pages of 'How To Become An Auror V:2'. The flames roared inside the fireplace and the room had a stuffy feel to it. Near the tan loveseat was a bookcase, filled from end to end with books and papers. The room smelled of must and early dew.
A loud 'pop' echoed through the house and Hermoine jumped, looking up from her reading startled, to find Ron Weasley smiled cheekily at her. Suddenly, another 'pop' was sounded and Harry Potter appeared with a desperate look on his face.
Ron grinned. "Sorry for not knocking!"
Hermoine rolled her eyes and walked over to the pair with her hands on her hips. "Your going to give somebody a heart attack if you continue to apparate in unannounced." She said sternly. Harry shrugged and walked further into the room.
"We make a 'pop'... that should let ya know that were coming in." Harry and Ron looked around, examining things. They had only been to Hermoine's once before and she had changed things around since then.
"I like what you've uh.. done with the place, 'Mione. Much more tweed than the pink and green." Ron looked over at the rows of books and began to run his index finger along the spines, reading the labels.
He stopped and grabbed at a large, leatherbound book. Hermoine gave an exasperated yelp and lunged for the book. "Ron! Put it down! That's an incredibley important book!"
Harry gently prodded Hermoine away from Ron and stared at the book while she glared at them with devilish eyes. "What in Heavens name are you two up to?!"
"Harry look!" Ron pointed to the front of the book. An engraving was carved in the leather and read 'Locating Spells'. Harry frowned and then turned to Hermoine.
"'Mione? Could a spell in this book help me find someone I've never met?"
Hermoine looked at Harry with raised eyebrows and a 'duh' look. "Harry, why would you want to look for someone you've never met? That's just... what are you talking about?"
Before Harry could speak, Ron cut him short. "Harry had a dream about a girl. I think he fancies her..."
"I do not! Too young for me."
"Whatever..." Continued Ron, not interested. "Anyway, you think we could find her with one of these spells?"
Hermoine snatched the book from Ron's hands and began to flip through the dusty pages, taking a seat on the sofa while doing so. Harry sat on one side, Ron on the other. "Well?"
"Hold on!" Hermoine grinned and pointed her index finger against a page. "Ah hah!" She commended loudly. "Harry, since your the only one to have seen her, you'll have to do the spell on your own. I'll perform the incantation, and all you have to do is picture exactly what she looked like in your dream..." After a small silence, Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. "Harry? Are you sure it wasn't just that? A dream?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Something important is happening...or happened... or will happen. I know it."
Hermoine gave a defeated sigh and nodded, pulling out her wand. She pointed it to the tip of Harry's temple. "Now concentrate. Exactly what she looked like."
Harry closed his eyes tightly and began to think. Hermoine began muttering some words in Latin, he supposed, and Harry felt a small pull.
The young brunette stood at the top of the tower, yelling at the blonde with the hammer. A swirling light had begun to open from beneath. Suddenly, Harry's surroundings swirled a bit and he found himself staring at a sign that read 'Now Leaving Sunnydale. Come back soon!'
Another tug and Harry opened his eyes. Everything was spinning and Hermoine and Ron stood in front of him with worry on their faces. "Harry! Harry are you okay?!" Asked Hermoine immediatley.
"Did it work?!" Interjected Ron excitedly. Harry took a few deep breaths to help stop the room from spinning.
"Anyone know where Sunnydale is?"
Ron shrugged nonchalantly and Hermoine looked down at the ground, squinting her eyes in concentration.
"Yes. Yes, I do believe I've heard of it... I just can't remember--" She stopped and looked up, rushing to the bookcase, yanking a large burgundy book from the second shelf. Harry and Ron exchanged glances as they heard the 'swooshing' noise of pages turning. Hermoine moved back to the sofa and ran her finger beneath the words.
"Yes. Sunnydale, California. It's where the Hellmouth is."
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes while Ron looked utterly dumbfounded. "Why am I the only one who doesn't know what a Hellmouth is?" Asked Ron.
"I don't either, mate..." Countered Harry. "But the words 'Hell' and 'Mouth' qualify for 'bad' in, if I must say so."
Ron nodded. "True. Sorry. What's a Hellmouth?"
Hermoine sighed. "Your lucky I listen. A Hellmouth is just that! The mouth to Hell. And like Harry suggested, it is very bad. It draws many demons and vampires forth. Such as Angelus and William The Bloody! You know? The Scourge of Europe?"
Harry vaguely remembered going over that discussion under the topic of 'vampires' in his last year at Hogwarts. "Right. So um, when do we leave?"
Ron smirked, knowing that Hermoine wasn't about to just let them take off to California. Sure enough, Hermoine looked furious. "Harry! You can't just take off! You do realize California is across the Atlantic right?!"
"I'll study a map of Sunnydale and then apparate there."
Hermoine still looked a bit uncertain and Harry looked at Ron with twinkling eyes. "..And Ron will come with me."
"I will?" Ron asked wide eyed.
"Yes. Ron, and I will go with you. But Harry... what, may I ask, do you plan to do when we get to Sunnydale? Start knocking on people's doors until the girl your looking for is standing on the other side?"
Harry sighed. "I hadn't thought of that. I wish I knew her name."
Ron, not really caring about the girl from Harry's dreams, took a step foward. "When do we leave?"
Chapter 7 - Buffy and Sirius will appear, but not for very long. Don't worry, more of them to come. Harry, Ron, and Hermoine make a run in with a bleached vampire and the Key...
