Summary: Not everything is what they seem as Harry's world turns up side down when he realize that there's more that meets the eye.
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Chapter 6 In My Dream
When he got to the common room, Ron was not there, thinking that Ron is at the Quiditch pitch for some practice. Harry took the opportunity of Ron's absence and called his most trusted friends, not that he hates Ron but he knew well enough that Ron could easily be manipulated. Hermione, Neville and the Weasley twins quickly followed him at the boy's dormitory, put up some charms and told everything of what happened at the head master's offices. They were shock at least at the action and decision of the Headmaster.
The news about Harry being banned from Quiditch spreads like a wild fire as the very next day the entire school already know even the Daily Prophet got a cover of it. As for Harry, he could only thank the gods above that the Daily Prophet didn't know what Happened at the Headmaster office and prayed that no else would . . . well his prayers were certainly not answered as a certain person with onyx eye watch everything from the green flames.
It been two days seen the event and the change in Harry's personality is changing even more. Right now, Harry along with his four friends were in the Room of Requirements. They are not really worried of Harry being banned at the team but his uncontrolled behavior of speaking parseltongue is what bothers them. There would come a time that Harry was talking to them then suddenly Harry would speak parseltongue without him knowing it.
"I'm telling you Harry, the only thing I could advice you is to calm down" Hermione suggested.
"she right mate, we can't go for the entire year obliviating every one who heard you speaking in parseltongue" Neville joke.
Sitting it the window the Room of Requirements proved Harry sigh, he knew his friends were right but he just couldn't stop himself from speaking it as if it was his natural language and not English. He watches the horizon of sea as he unconsciously playing his necklace with his fingers.
"He knew" Fred started "lets just change the topic"
"Yeah, Harry tell us of this weird dream of your" Gorge suggested. Hermione nodded while Neville sat up at the sound of the suggestion, he never heard it before.
"it's like this, in my dream I could tell that I was a baby because I could see my mother playing with me with stuff toys then seconds later a man entered the room. I heard my self called him dada as I raised my hands so I'm expecting James Potter but when I did get a good look at him I was shock to find the man was faceless and the only thin I could see are his emerald green eyes. If my memory serves me correctly dad doesn't have green eyes but instead he posses hazel color. So the question is, who is this man in my dreams I called dada? That is, if the baby in the crib is really me" Harry finished. The rest of the occupant of the room is silent.
"Of course it you, after all you did said that you saw your mother" Hermione spoke up.
"Gorge is right, that is weird, considering your history" Neville commented
"Maybe you-know-who is sending them?" Hermione suggested.
"You-know-who is sending a dream about a baby and a woman in his dream? . . . . Are you joking?" Fred said with sarcasm
"If Voldemort didn't send them, who did?" Neville ask
"I don't know" Harry answered truthfully.
"I think that brain of yours is only telling you to get hold of your self mate . . ." Fred began.
"And besides weird dream are part of human brain creation when its at rest or at list when we're asleep" Gorge finished as he point his finger at his head.
"Merlin's Gorge, how did you know that?" Hermione said almost laughing. Gorge only shrug his shoulder.
"I hope so" was the only thing Harry said at Gorge comment as he was buried to his own thought again.
There are so many questions that is starting to came out, out of no where and Harry hates it. He hates the fact that there are so many questions in life that looks like Fate doesn't have any plan on giving it out the answers.
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